Sayonara 2004... Aloha 2005
It's that time of the year again. When we lift our drinks (or milo ais) up, give a toast, scream our lungs out and give each other (enemies and friends alike) hugs & kisses... Once again we wish another year goodbye and welcome another year into our lives. Let us use this day to cherish what we presently have, let us cherish the people that surrounds us today, let us cherish the memories we have gained throughout the year, let us remember and appreciate the little things around us, let us not forget that we're all living on the same planet, let us remember that we're only humans, let us give thanks for the many wonderful treasures we have, and let us not forget the many that are not as fortunate, let us help those that need our help, and let us grow together and understand each other better.

Have a wonderful year ahead :) God bless. Namo Amithaba.

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Living In Kuala Lumpur... Or Out Of It...
I'm not sure if I have any plans to remain in KL all my life. Yes I was born and bred in KL, I've experienced life in KL, the people, the hustle and bustle, the growth, the clubs and bars and rubbish bins as well. I am a KLian... ok maybe more to PJ-ian since I live in PJ (Petaling Jaya). But I'm not sure if this is the place I want to be living in all my life.

KL is always seen as THE place to head to. Especially people from outside KL, from other states. The big town, the big city, the bright lights and the life. I can bet with you out of 10 people in line, more than half of them are from out of town. These people have chosen KL as their final stop... most of them anyway. A lot of them leave their hometowns and come to KL to pursue their tertiary education, after that get a job, start working and perhaps build a family and settle down. As the population increase, so does the city... More concrete buildings, more cars, more roads, more pollution. This is progress. But sometimes progress makes people less human. All the rush, all the hectic schedules, all the stress. People become easily agitated (no need for PMS to do the job), we become rude to each other and forget about our manners. We have less and less common sense and respect for each other. Suddenly everything becomes so fake, so pretentious, so unreal. Everything has a facade, everything is behind a mask. We lose our moral values and become disillusioned... we're like robots programmed to live day after day after day. Money is the main order of the day. We succumb to our human greed, our never ending lust for more money, power and status. Take a step back and ask yourself: Where's the meaning in all this?

Sometimes I get sick living in this big city. All the rush, all the hustle and bustle, all the concrete, all the smoke, all the cars, all the fakes, all the people. KL has become so unhealthy to live in... and I don't mean in terms of personal health alone. There's no appreciation in KL. The people don't appreciate each other, don't care about each other. Everyone's just on their own, who cares what happens to the old lady next door. There seems to be a lack of human value among KLians. People bitching about, back stabbing, pretending to be all great and stuff. Plus KL is sooooooo concrete, all grey and dull and practically lifeless at times. I don't know if this is the place I wanna grow old in... LOL.

It's scary at times... living in a big city. You don't know when you may just snap :P And when you've outlived your use, what becomes of you? The younger generation will tolerate you, but the big city will appear to be less friendly... suddenly everything is a big rush. It's as though the big city swallowed you up into its guts... Even if the people doesn't get you, the lifestyle will. I'm not sure if this is the place I want to be in... grey, concrete and dusty.

It would be nice to have a place where you can walk along the beach, appreciate the serene scenery, the green trees, the sunset and the breeze, rear a couple of dogs... heck rear a whole barnyard of animals :P

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Grief
I won't say much about the recent tragedy that struck our homeland and other neighbouring countries. You can get the news from the mainstream media and from other bloggers, so there's no need to repeat things. I am saddened by the extent of this tragedy, and just reading the news and hearing the death toll going up brings tears to my eyes, a deep stabbing feeling into the heart. I am truly sorry and I extend my deepest condolences to all the victims of this tragedy.

Namo Amithaba.

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Prayers
Prayers for the people, prayers for the victims, prayers for the families, prayers for the relatives, prayers for the country hard hit by the tsunami, prayers for everyone.

Namo Amithaba

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Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!


Here's wishing all my readers a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!! May you be merry and all your good wishes come true :D

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Pretentious Accents
I can't stand people who speak with accents. I'm not referring to mat sallehs or foreigners, I'm talking about Malaysians... Particularly Malaysians that have been abroad and are back in Malaysia. I bet most of us have encountered such fake accents at least once.

The person(s) could've gone abroad for his/her further studies or something. They come back with their degrees and bla, and when you meet up with them... Eh? Why you talking funny? Turns out they "picked" up the accent from mixing around with gwailos during their XX-months stint abroad. Oh, you went to Australia, but you picked up a British accent? I see I see... :P

And worse, most of them speak with such a fake accent, which really irritates me because I have no idea what you're trying to pull/show off to me, but heck do stop it cos it sure ain't amusing. Hello, why all the accent? What are you trying to pull? Are you trying to say that by going abroad for XX months, you can pick the foreign accent so fast and you can't seem to shake it off? Come one, I'm not some *lu-lu ok. You've lived in Malaysia you whole goddamn life, and now you're telling you go abroad for XX-months and got that accent? Worse, you sound like some robot talking with the accent and a lot of times, your accent isn't even consistent! LOL!!!

People that tell you they have the accent due to studying/living abroad is telling you total bullshit. They're just trying to sound great all high-and-mighty and pretentious. I know many people that have been abroad for years and they speak with no accent at all. In fact, they didn't pick an accent up from any country. Wei, Malaysia oso got accent ok. And it's something foreigners don't have :P Our "lahs", "yahs" and "lors" are infamous!

*lu-lu : A person with little or not brains. Hongkie (Hong Kong) term.

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What's In A Diamond?
What is the relationship between a girl and a diamond? Actually, there really isn't any relationship. Blame it on all the advertising gimmicks :P Diamonds are a girl's best friend so the ads say. Diamonds last forever. If you love your girlfriend, wife, mother, sister, daughter, grandmother (MIL optional for some of you), a diamond relates your feelings towards them. Give me a hundred million ringgit in cash oso can relate lah. LOL

Do I like diamonds? I don't hate them, but that's not to say I love them too. I've never had any diamond rings or bracelets or necklaces in my life. Can't afford them mar, you think diamonds grow on trees meh? Why do you think beads and silver accessories make such good profit? Because most women can't afford the real rock mar. Don't bother asking why do women go ga-ga over carbon because chances are, you will never find the answer to that riddle. It's all in the marketing campaigns... the creatives drill it in their underlying messages that diamonds are THE rock to have. And that women should demand for it. They way they sparkle under the light, the shimmering glare, the clarity and colour makes it the world's most precious (and strongest) stone. So what's in a diamond?

Diamond 4Cs Buying Guide.

1) Carat : The weight of the diamond itself. 1 carat = 200 milligrams. So the higher the number, the heavier your rock is and the most expensive.

2) Clarity : Presence of inclusion in a diamond, view through a jeweler's 10X magnifier.

3) Colour : Colour of a diamond. A majority of diamonds are graded on scales that ranges from colourless to slightly yellow.

4) Cut : Shape, angles and proportions of a diamond. A well cut diamond will reflect its internal light from one facet to another, dispersing it through the top of the stone.

Some jewellery outlets will issue the certificates from leading gemological aboratories attesting to the diamond's cut, color, clarity and carat weight. These certs are kinda like the diamond's birth certificate. Not all diamonds you buy will come with a certificate. Only diamonds from a certain range of weight & quality will have such certs. I don't know how to tell which piece of rock is good or not, the price usually tells me what I need to know :P Although I hope that one fine day I would be able to afford to buy myself a small piece of diamond :)

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Monthly Blood Donation
*Note: Bloody post. Read at your own risk. You have been warned!

I hate periods. I hate getting my monthly menstrual cycle. I get cranky about a week before the cycle starts (PMS lah), I get emotional, I get agitated easily and I feel my tummy bloated. And when my period comes, I have to wear the damn sanitary pad and walk as though I have something stuck up my ass. I don't like the idea of wearing tampons, unless I'm on holiday and really wanna be in the sea. I feel like a walking leaky tap, except I'm leaking himogobin haimoglobin haemoglobins.

Why did the big guy upstairs create women to have monthly cycles just to prove our fertility conditions? Why not other methods... such as, maybe we sneeze more often. Or maybe have less managable hair? It's bad enough some of us experience bouts of pimples popping on our faces cos your body temperature will go up a wee bit. Why use blood? Why make women lose ounces of blood every month? Why make us wear the damn uncomfortable sanitary pad for 4-5 days every month? You think it's fun wearing a pad in your panties for a duration of a few days? Pads aren't cheap mind you, and companies making them pads are striking it rich by the millions because ALL women, once they hit puberty and until they hit menopause... ALL women will HAVE to use sanitary pads (or tampons). And each time, companies come up with better quality, more comfortable (so they say) sanitary pads. Wings, comfort, absorbent, heck there's an ad that shows a certain brand of sanitary pad that shows its materials are like having ventilating fans built in the pad itself :P

And when you're having your cycle, you can't get into the water. Swimming, snorkelling, diving, anything to do with water that can reach your "area" is like out of the question. of course you can always wear tampons, but when you're experiencing heavy flows, especially during the first few days, man... what a bummer! If you're holidaying with a group of friends, the guys will say "Don't swim near me! I don't want the sharks to come!" Hahahahah!!!! And you sure don't wanna pollute the sea with 'extra' stuff *ahem* And when you're having your cycle, you just don't feel like wearing your nice clothes, for fear you might accidently stain them. And if you plan to wear white or some other light colour, you have to constantly check and check and recheck to make sure there's no dark red patch appearing from behind... So girls, don't wear light colours ok.

And you get those pesky menstrual cramps too you know. And they ain't fun I tell ya. But luckily I don't get them every month, but some people get them pretty badly. Plus, not only will your face start to pop pimples the size of Thai rice (which is said to be bigger in size!), sometimes even your boobs will start to play tricks on you. Not that they will grow any bigger (I wish!), your boobs will start to ache. It's becomes quite sensitive to even the slightest touch and man... Wearing clothes and bras can be quite a hassle cos your headlights is just super sensitive!

Losing blood every month ain't fun. You feel cranky, moody and tired. Heck, you're losing blood, of course feel tired lar. I think if women didn't lose blood like that every month, that same amount of blood can be used to help stock up the National Blood Bank for several millennium! Think of the number of lives we can save! Ahahahahahaha!!!

It's almost Christmas... excuse me if I sound a wee bit off :P

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Jolly Christmas & Happy Holidays!
It's Christmas again! Holiday season all around us! Woohoo! I like to see Christmas lights, makes me feel like a kid again :P All the shimmering and glare and blink-blink. Too bad we don't have snow here, but hey, who says Christmas gotta have snow right?

Christmas is always a colourful time. Shopping malls & hotels are litted up really brightly, christmas trees and snowman are put up, chocolates and candies on sale. And everywhere you hear Christmas songs playing at the background. Whee!!! Makes you feel jolly all over, hor?

I'm not a christian nor a catholic, but that doesn't mean I can't celebrate Christmas just like everyone else. Hey, we're living in Malaysia ok. We're a multi-racial country. We celebrate anything! Christmas, Chinese New year, Hari Raya, Deepavali, every festive season is a reason to celebrate! Who's to say this festive season is only for those that embrace/practise that particular religion? Just because some people feel that Christmas should be like so and so, they try to push their philosophy onto others. Party pooper I call these people. We're in Malaysia people! Let's all celebrate the festive occasion together as one big family!

*Note to self : Buy christmas gift for gift exchange next week :D

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Why U So Like Dat?
I can't fully remember the lyrics to this Singaporean song, but it was damn funny and it still is :) First heard about Kopi Kat Klan in high school, had the tape, we even did a play out of one of the series (some sort of debate). Funny shit.

I give you all my chocolate,
I give you my tic tac,
But when I wan a kit kat,
You never gimme back!

Oui, why u so like dat ah?
Hey why u so like dat?
Why u so like dat ah?
Hey why u so like dat?

I let you kopy all my sum,
Because you always blur,
But when I try to kopy back,
You always call the Sir!

Oui, why u so like dat ah?
Hey why u so like dat?
Why u so like dat ah?
Hey why u so like dat?

You tell me dat you don't like girl,
I also donno why,
But when you see a pretty girl,
Your voice go up damn high!

Oui, why u so like dat ah?
Hey why u so like dat?
Why u so like dat ah?
Hey why u so like dat!

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Busy Day
I've been rather busy today. Haven't had time to check my blog and read my regulars as well. Lotsa tables to do :( Blasting my speakers to clear my mind and to help make my work more bearable. I can't work in a totally silent atmosphere, the silence just kills me. I need some degree of music to help me go throug the day at least. Music is therapeutic, oh yes it is.

Right now only my speakers are on. That's because the other music lover isn't in his office, otherwise he'll be blasting his music and I'll be forced to shut my internet radio. At times there would be 3 people blasting their speakers, and I'll get a headache...

Better get back to work. My kampung boss is around, plus there's a couple of spies walking around as well. Tsk tsk...

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I DO Have A Life Ok...
Just because I rarely go for drinks and clubbing doesn't mean I'm a hermit. Just because I don't join you to some pub doesn't mean I'm a recluse. Just because I spend most of my Friday nights at home doesn't mean I'm anti-social. Has it ever occur to you that I'm not like you? I may not like what you like? I do have my own rights to choose you know.

My after office hours plans are usually pretty mundane. I go home, rest a while, take a shower and have dinner and maybe watch some television. And that's pretty much a Monday - Friday schedule. It may be boring to many, but that's how it is. Some of my friends make it a point to go clubbing or drinking on Friday nights. It's like a weekly ritual for them, after a whole week of stress and tension, they look forward to Friday to chill out and relax. I agree with their move, you should relax after a week of hard brain cracking, boss whiping work. But not everyone feels the need to head over to the nearest club or bar to relax and unwind. And just because I don't do that... doesn't mean I'm a freak.

And please do not tell me that I should not stick to my partner all the time. Because I dont. No, we do not stick to each other every minute, every hour or the day. We have room to breathe, we have our own private lives, we have our personal space. We do not cling onto each other, and just because we spend a lot of time together doesn't make us clingy.

It's just that sometimes I don't see the reason to spend the money on clubs and bars. I prefer to keep my money for the rainy days (which I foresee is just around the corner in my case). And I do not enjoy sitting in a place reaking of ciggie smoke and people having to shout at each other just to have a conversation. I am already coming home everyday smelling like an astray and all sorts of free radicals skin experts are always saying, so I'll skip the extra Eau-de-Astray offer thank you.

There are times I just wanna be at home, that's all. Maybe I'm a homely person, I don't know. But don't judge me just because I don't like the "happening" stuffs you like. I don't judge you, why should you judge me? Just because I seldom hang out in places like Bangsar or Hastamas doesn't mean I don't have a life. My life is unlikes yours or anyone else reading this blog. We're all different, we like different things, different pleasures. I thank you for the invites, but please, don't tell me I'm clingy. Cos I'm not!

The idea of going to clubs & bars just don't hit my interest that much. I much prefer mamak stalls and cafes actually :P Maybe I'm getting old *koff*

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Weight Check
Previously I blogged about my weight. I told you guys I've gained some weight over the years right? Well last weekend, I weighed myself. And guess what? I didn't gain weight... I actually LOST weight. Yup, I lost weight. How come I lost weight huh? I dunnolar. I've been exercising regularly, eating my usual meals, snack once a while. In fact, I feel I fit into my clothers better you know, and I feel stronger too. And some people even commented that I look meatier now, a lot better than last time. But I actually lost weight! I lost about 1.5kilos too. How bizarre... How bizarre... How bizarre... *guitars strumming*

Today wasn't a very good day for me. This morning I was pissed of at my kampung boss because his style of working is so terribly chaotic. But I've calmed down and decided that such a man ain't worth getting upset over. Best I can do is find another job and throw the goddamn letter at his face once more. Then I can tell him to drop dead and keep his kampung ideas to himself and let him rot in this god forsaken company. Haha! Make people to *tulan...

*tulan : It means something like damn pissed off / angry. Can someone care to explain further?

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What I See...
I've attended several presentations during my stint here. And trust me when I say this: Presentations are boring. And from my observation, the way the top guns present... man, these guys need a lot of improvement! It's not that they're bad at presentations, and I'm not saying I'm good either. But the fact that your presentation skills actually tells a lot about you as a person and the company in general, it sure pays to have some good skills in presenting, right? Plus what worked 15 years ago may not necessarily work today.

Preparing the necessary presentation materials is one, but what these people do is... compile a PowerPoint file with throw everything in it! Rationales, creatives, media recomendations, etc... throw it all into the soup. Problem is, the top guns here luuuuurrrvvvveee repetitions. They love repeating their points so much, you get to read the same points several times in the same file on different pages. In chinese we would say *cheong-hei, which translates to being long winded. And being long winded is not very professional, is it? But that's the method of working here. Sad, isnt it? People rather take the long winded way to getting things done, rather than to cut straight to the point and save some time and increase productivity. Rather, they prefer dilly dallying around, talk a whole lot of bullshit, mislead people, take a piss here and there, and THEN only get to the point. And the clients they present to/ currently have... well, let's just say they're of the same wavelength as them top guns themselves, so can click lah. Problem is, they can only get such clients with the same lame wavelength... Try presenting to a chinese businessman, they're liable to tell you to cut the crap and get to the point.

If I were the client:
1) Long winded presentations would only put me to sleep. You only need to relay your points once. If I don't understand I will ask you to repeat. Kindly cut all the crap & repetitions and get to the root of the matter.

2) Don't attempt to bullshit in front of me. If I can call you in for a presentation, it would mean I've done my homework about your company and background. Don't tell me you are "fully networked" and "fully computerised". Most companies operating today are "fully networked & computerised" so fancy jargons don't blow my mind and make me kiss your feet.

3) Do you really need to bring a person just to help you set up the notebook and projector? You mean to tell me you cannot do such simple task yourself? You don't know how to operate the mouse? And is it really necessary to bring the entire football team for your presentation? What is the point of bringing your army when all they do is just sit and stare at each other? Are you afraid of being alone?

4) I want solutions... Not 8,000 colour options.

5) I called you in because I need someone to assist me in giving me the right solutions to solve my problems. I want good suggestions and ideas. I want to have open discussions. You are suppose to sell your ideas to me, not bring the idea, put it on the table and keep quiet. I don't need someone who would only sit down and listen to me. If I wanted that, I would get a dog.

I'm dreaming today... Too darn fedup to the my boss's job. Pig's job... Bah!

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Weight Gain
I've gained a quite a fair bit of weight over the past couple of years. And I'm happy about it :D Really I am. Why am I happy about my weight gain? Because I've been very skinny all my life. No really, I mean it when I say I'm thin. If I were to look back at my old kiddy photos, I exclaim to myself "Was I THAT skinny?!?" Heck, I don't have to look back so far, my college photos are good enough to prove my skinny frame. I didn't look good in anything I put on. T-shirts would look too big on me, jeans looked as though they could drop down to my knees to moment I stood straight, and finding the right bra proved to be a very difficult task.

Weight gain has always been a problem for me. Would you believe me me if I told you that by the time I started college, my weight wasn't anywhere near 40 kilos yet? Yes, I was THAT skinny. Being a college student and weighing only a merely 37 kilos was no joke. Any strong gust of wind could easily lifted me of the streets and sweep me to some coastal areas far from Bolehland. Some people were so afraid of pushing me for fear they might just break my bones. Friends would offer to carry heavy stuff because the sight of my skinny arms carrying something that weighs a quarter of my weight was just too painful a sight.

Doctors have checked me out. Sinsehs found nothing harmful in my body. Their conclusion: She's a healthy girl, just underweight. Was I malnourished? Nah, I was fed well at home. At least I didn't go hungry. I guess my metabolism rate was on the high side. I could eat anything I want. Fatty food, high carbo, protein, you name it. Weight gaining was a process for me. And one that wasn't easy to achieve. I lose weight faster than I could gain them. Haha :P Oh, I didn't have the habit of snacking though. Occasionally I had junk food and sweet stuff, but I wasn't like other kids who had cravings for them all the time. Even until today, I don't have the habit of snacking between meals.

But over the years, my weight has slowly but surely, increased bit by bit. Clothes look better on me now, unlike scarecrow times. I can fit into jeans better now *giggles*. Some people say I don't have much of a butt, but heck, I still have some butt around there. My arms don't look so scrawny now and my legs, well... some people say my legs look like bird legs. That's because I'm being compared to the "average" leg size you know. And according to my latest BMI (Body Mass Index) results, I'm still underweight for my height :P Well, there's nothing much I can really do about it. I eat my 3 square meals a day, I exercise, I stay healthy. I'm just one of those people that don't gain weight so easily.

Sometimes I get pretty annoyed when people keep insisting to stuff my face with food. "Nah, take summore food girl. You're so skinny, aiyo! You must eat more!" It's not that I'm not eating, or that I'm being abused at home and deprived of a good meal. I know they mean well, but their actions tend to irk me most of the time. Look, I know you mean well, but let me be my own judge of my food intake ok. I know my limits and I know my weight better than anyone else. Stuffing my face with food isn't going to make me gain weight overnight. My stomach can only take so much. Too much food and I'm liable to throw up, really. You wanna see me throw up on your fancy dress & Manolo Blahnik?

*Note: I will not allow myself to be overweight. Don't want people calling me a blimp in a skirt :P

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Random Conversation
Via Yahoo Messenger:

oli: I can't load the site

friend: try again lah..

oli: trying

oli: very slow

friend: patience

oli: our line siao 2day

friend: u mean lately ur line become like u ahhhh!?..

friend: *laughing withMsLUITA emoticon*

oli: farnee

oli: pls dun associate me with tmnut ok

oli: so insulting

oli: hmph

oli: i'm in a class of my own (che-wah)

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Spread The Wish
Read about the story here. Little Ryan and his mummy has one wish: To help raise donations and contributions to University Malaya Medical Centre (Kuala Lumpur) for the benefit of other children in the ward. Ryan's mum has asked for minimal publicity, hence help spread the word around via the world wide web. A card, cash donations, toys, anything to help cheer the kids up in the hospital. Let's do our bit to bring cheers to the children :)


Photo source from LilianChan's blog

Quote: UMMC has been Baby Ryan's home since he came to this world on 8 August 2003. Baby Ryan has a condition called Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia (CDH), with an opening in his diaphragm.

Read more about Ryan: MyLittleHeroes, LilianChan, PapiMami, YeePei, PeterTan

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My Father & Rats
My father has taken a liking to rats. Yes, rats, rodents, rodensia... just like my hamsters, only a lot bigger in size and comes with a much longer tail. Those little creatures with sharp incisors, rough fur, long nails and long pinkish like tail that they sometimes use to wrap or balance themselves while doing the rope crossing. Yes my dear friends... RATS.

I guess he grew to like rodents since we started keeping hamsters in the house. And then this year, my sister and her boyfriend got themselves a couple of rats, 2 boys. The rats were actually rescued from a pet shop somewhere in Meru, and were about to be snake food had they not rescued them. They're called Abel & Kane. Both boys have white fur and red ruby eyes, but Abel has a large patch of light brown stretching from the back to his tail side, while Kane is purely a white rat. Abel is also bigger & fatter in size, and seems quite protective over Kane too (*tai-kor).

Anyway, when my sister comes over, she sometimes bring her rats to the house. My dad would have fun playing with the rats. A few things I learnt about rats are:

1) They're very intelligent animals
2) They have very quick reflexes.
3) They recognise their owner (unlike hamsters who couldn't really care less)
4) Put them on the table, rest assured they wouldn't even attempt to jump off the table. Put hamsters on the table and they'll be doing their "able-to-leap-tall-buildings" feat.
5) You can put them on your shoulders and they won't fall off. You can't do that with hamsters :P
6) You can put them in your shirt and they'll sit quietly, snuggled up in your shirt. Again hamsters can't do that :P
7) Rats eat just about anything (DBKL). Hamsters have to stick to a certain dry diet to avoid disease and soft poo (an occasional apple or vegetable is ok).
8) They liked being rubbed on the head.
9) They like to lick. Licking is a sign they like you.

Last weekend the rats came over and as usual, my dad played with them. He took Abel and placed him on his arm and was petting his head. Which I think Abel enjoyed cos he was licking my dad's arm. You should see the way my dad talks to the rodents. As if they're little babies... akakakakaka!!! I jokingly told him to get himself a rat next time :P I quite like the rats too, so well behaved! Have to get an aquarium then... hmmm...

*tai-kor : big brother

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Tickle IQ - What's Your IQ?
Took the IQ test, play-play only lar :P Here's my result...

Congratulations, Olivia!
Your IQ score is 109



"This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.

Your Intellectual Type is Word Warrior. This means you have exceptional verbal skills. You can easily make sense of complex issues and take an unusually creative approach to solving problems. Your strengths also make you a visionary. Even without trying you're able to come up with lots of new and creative ideas. And that's just a small part of what we know about you from your test results."

Errr... exceptional verbal skills? Ok only lar. Make sense of complex issues, depends on the issue lar, I do have an occasional "the sky is falling!" feeling *finger-on-panic-button* I'm a visionary? Errr... don't know about that :P New & creative ideas, hmmm... I'm kinda sick of the term "new & creative" right now cos I'm working in a kampung environment... Bleeehhh...!!!

*Note: So is 109 a good or bad score?

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Coach ahhh~~ Coach
For the past couple of weeks, I've been kinda like a squash coach to a new friend. She's actually my bf's colleague who's trying to pick up the game of squash. M (the gal) and another guy colleague, CT, have been coming over to my place for a good game of squash. CT would play with my bf, while I try to teach M the basics.

I'm really no coach. In fact, I'm just an ordinary squash player. I learnt how to play squash during my Form 2 years, which now seems like eons ago. Can't say I play very well, but I do try to play every week with another girl friend. At least to sweat it out and exercise, the healthy way of living :P I'm just an average squash player. When my friend and I play, we don't really follow the rules and points system. We just whack and release whatever tense/pissed off feeling we had throughout the day.

M is totally new to the game of squash, so naturally all her strokes are weak and unpredictable :P Half the time she was picking balls more than actually hitting them. So I thought I could give her a few pointers, that way she can play a better game and it would be a lot easier for regular players to play with her. You can't exactly have much of a game if you're always picking up the balls, right? Also, unpredictable shots can be painful... *whacks balls* *AAAAAIIIIEEEEE* *covers eye* M, if you're reading this, I'm only kidding :P

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Journalism Stint?
A good friend once suggested to me that I should try my hands on journalism. Why journalism? I don't know, it was just a suggested. My friend was aware that I'm feeling stuck in some sick work place with no future, hence suggested I dabble into journalism for a change. Also because he read my blog :P

First and foremost, I like to write. When I can't find the words to express myself verbally, I tend to write. Someone once told me a very long time ago, when you're angry or depress, write your feelings and problems down onto a piece of papar... then throw it away. You would actually "feel" better. It's a psychological method of fooling your mind into believing you've overcome whatever it is you were previously depressed about. The relieve may be momentarily, but never the less it helps to soothe your emotional well being for a while. In this case, my emotional well being.

But that doesn't mean I'm cut out for journalism at all. I may like to write... but I write for myself. Ever since I started blogging in September 17th, 2003... I have enjoyed the idea of blogging. My blog was another channel for me, to express myself, to pour my heart & soul out, a place for me to vent about anything I'm not happy about and a place for me to poke fun at ignorance. Some things are not meant to be said, hence it is put on paper. In this case, it's put on the world wide web and for the pleasure of my readers to share (the keyboard is mightier than the pen!). Some of my blog entries are my personal experiences (past & present), while some are sarcastic entries with underlying messages pointed at specific people/actions. You either like my blog, or you don't.

I write because I want to write, not because I have to write. There's a difference between wanting to write and having to write. And I write for myself, not for anyone else. The only obligation I have is to myself. I have free rein to the topics I choose to write about. I have no deadlines to worry about, no editors breathing down my neck. I have no one telling me that my writing is not suitable for the general crowd. I can include profanities if I want to, or use characters like $@#&*% to replace the "real vulgarity" commonly used in journalism. In blogging, I have my own space. I am in control. And I like that.

But in journalism, you don't exactly have free rein. You're given the responsibility to write about a certain topic. You can only venture in that little given space. And everything you write about has to go through the editor(s). And if you miss a deadline, you'll get rapped for working under par. I'm not saying being a journalist is bad, it's just not everyone's cup of tea. Being a journalist is not just about having a flair with words and knowledge about what you're gonna write about. It's also about discipline and a whole lot of understanding about the job. Just like any other job, you gotta like what you do in order to do it well. Unless you're a freelance journalist, you have to stick to the topic given and looming deadline.

So am I cut out to be a journalist? I think not. Blogging's the way for me now :)

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Bae Fever!

Bae Yong-Joon (image from The Star Online)
Read in the Saturday papers, Bae's presence in Tokyo, Japan, caused a minor scruffle among his many (women) fans and resulted in some 9 women injured. Aiyo, poor thing. All to see the pretty face :P

Bae Yong-Joon is very famous these days, ever since his appearence in the Korean series, "Winter Sonata". What's not to like about him right? He's 32, baby-faced and has such a wholesome image. He's like... every woman's dream man (I don't mean me ok). Oh, did I mention the women that seem to fall head over heels for him are mostly middle-age women? *snigger* Yes folks, don't be suprised if your mother, your 3rd aunty or even your 50 year old neighbour down the street suddenly goes weak in their knees by the mere mention and sight of Mr. Bae Yong-Joon. He's the good boy, the gentle, understanding character, the most respectable person and everyone is so fond of. He's the cutie women would have cat fights for, the ideal man in every home and family. And he announced he recently broke of with his girlfriend! *aunties screaming in delight* Most Eligible Asian Bachelor!!!

He's been given the title "Aunty Killer" or "Sii-Lai-Sat-Sau" in cantonese. Yes people, Bae Yong-Joon is THE CHOSEN ONE. Bae is not only causing a furore in his homeland (Korea), he's also a big hit among the Japanese ladies as well. What about in Malaysia? Oh we're not far behind. Aunties just love him to bits! My parents have been bitten by the Korean series bug lately. They've so far watched 2 Korean series back-to-back: "Winter Sonata" and "Stairway To Heaven" (btw, STH's ending damn *kek-sim to watch). Now they're watching another Korean series on Astro, the storyline is about a young girl and her life in the Korean royal quarters. Picture this: your father, sitting on the couch, watching Korean series and actually telling you about the characters, who's bad, who's good, who's dead, who's dying, who has cancer, who's going to do what next!

I didn't watch both "Winter Sonata" and "Stairway To Heaven", not every episode anyway. There's only one TV in the house, and it's being hogged lately by my parents and their Korean fixes. Not that I mind anyway, since I only watch TV about an hour plus daily. I just find it astounding that BOTH my parents (especially my dad!) are so updated with the Asian entertainment news and such, they're telling ME what's hot and what's not! I didn't even know who Bae Yong-Joon was until they told me! Boy do I feel outdated... :P

*kek-sim : heart breaking in hokkien

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