Archive for March, 2007

Elementary

Friday, March 30th, 2007

You remember how back in primary school, when you secretly told someone you have a crush on your class monitor, and the entire school knows about it and soon you hear catcalls whenever he walked by?

Well, i found out that that elementary behavior sticks with some people.

I was making my cup of 3 o’clock Nescafe when a Nepalese janitor walked behind me. Lacking of jokes to crack, I was only joking when i turned to Alex and said "Haha…i don’t mind if he clears MY trash everyday".

At 5 o’clock the same day, when that Nepalese janitor was throwing my trash at my office, Alex shouted from the other side of the department, "Your 3 o’clock fantasy is fulfilled."

If i have an ice pick that time, it’d shove it down alex throat!

Work is a mother

Thursday, March 8th, 2007

Work is piling up like a mother and not only i’m drown in it, sometimes i dream of my work as well.

I know i made a promise not to write about work. Who needs to know right?

God, i need a vacation badly. This poor soul and body needs some new vibration.

I miss my friends. Eddy particularly. I managed to catch up with Shidi last week over a game of black jack. I suck at math. Everyone knows that but no one knows it better than Shidi. As i was counting the spades and hearts in my cards, he laughed and said even a machine can fool me in a casino!

I was that bad! I dont think i can tutor math for kindergarten kids. They’d prolly throw their abacus at me. hehe

What’s in a name?

Sunday, March 4th, 2007

I usually have a good laugh whenever we talk about names.

What’s in a name?” Shakespeare asked. “That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.”

Well, when it comes to these people mentioned below, it defnitely made them the laughingstock throughout their high school lives and probably dragged on to the working world.

One of my close friends in high school, Siti Tanjung Perak, hated her name throughout high school. She complained about changing her name as soon as she reach 18.

Here’s the problem. Back in the 40’s, some parents just couldn’t be bothered with fancy names. To them, the simpler the name is, the better.

Here’s the result.

Che Pah bin Che Pee.

Ok, control your bladder. Here’s another one.

Noor bin Chat.

In some kampongs, you might be Ismail by birth, but the entire kampong calls you Hashim for no apparent reason. In the city, the very same Ismail was known as Tommy Mason.

Twenty to thirty years later, parents decided they should name their children proper. But, the country just implemented the IC system, and thru no fault of their own, their children were ‘Christened’ differently.

I don’t know what the registration clerks were smoking, but he/she shouldn’t even be driving, much less working.

This actually happened to someone dear to me. Happy that they were granted a beautiful baby girl, the proud parents went to the registration office and decided to name the baby Fauziah.

The clerk heard wrongly and the poor baby girl was named TOZIAH.

Now, we’re in the modern world, where poetry counts….apparently.

Rossa, the indonesian singer, named her child Rezeki Langit Ramadhan.

And for parodical effect, Mimi said she shall name her baby Kurma Di Pagi Raya.

Spring is here. Smell the flower

Saturday, March 3rd, 2007

13th day of Chinese New Year isn’t the best day to play black jack.

At least for me.

I lost RM150 and i almost lose my panties to Tikus and Benny.

Looking at the boys playing with BB guns like 6 year old children, i had to smile. Boys will always be boys.

I didn’t know i could survive. After days and months of being in limbo, uncertainties and compromising my beliefs, i finally made a decision.

It was hard, at first, but soon i realised I’ve always wanted to do this.

Life is really easy. It’s the choices and decisions that make it hard.

To the only person in my heart always and forever, i know you’re reading this…:o)

Spring is here. Smell the flower.