anyam

Sigh. Another hellish battlefield day (night? morning?) at the office. The past 2 weeks had been pure hellfire and boiling tubs of lard.

But let me take a break and tell the anyam story.
Since it's still Hungry Ghost month...

It was late. The night was quiet as I trudged down 3 flight of stairs down the office. Already visualising my tempting bed and smelly (nice-smelly though) pillows. I was locking up the grill door when a movement to my right caught my attention.

I saw a man sitting on the corridor, weaving something. Looked like the strings food-stall owners use to tie up our bungkus stuff. My first thought was "damn that cheapskate employer! force the poor foreign worker to sit outside using free government provided street light to work". Plausible deduction, since the corner lot of this row of shop offices is a mini foodcourt. I quickly interrupted any further brainjuice usage to waste on trivial crap like worker abuse etc and drove home.

The next night, I saw him again. Doing the same thing. And it hit me. No matter how noisy I was coming down the stairs, whistling or humming a song or just plain being noisy... he didn't even look up. Yayaya, I'm no Miss Universe... but looking up when one hears something is... instinct, isn't it? Reflex?

I managed to get into my car while thinking about the weirdness of the situation. Then I looked out of the window. And he was gone. There was no one on the corridor.

Boy was I glad there wasn't any traffic roadblocks that night.

I've since then shared the incident with a coupla colleagues, but we didn't see him again afters. Publicity-shy fellow. I know I should ask the owner of the foodcourt if he's one of the workers there, but somehow...

I don't want to know.

Ribena

I've made up my mind.
Fuck getting knocked down because of one little betrayal.
The sun still shines. The cats still caterwaul at midnight.
My friends still love me and laugh at my jokes.
Horror flicks in cinemas still suck ass big time.

So. Screw being betrayed.
Life goes on.
Albeit with a little bitter aftertaste and a huge chunk of stone in my heart.
I'm made of stronger stuff, bitches.

I love Ribena. To help me go through my terrible terrible ordeal I brought my room's supply to the office. I prefer my self-made Ribena compared to diabetes-inducing ready-made ones. I like 'em not too sweet and not too bland. And COLD.

Can anyone not like Ribena?

betrayal

I have been betrayed.

freaking weird

I'm still recuperating from a terrifying trauma. The weirdest thing happened 10 minutes ago. KC's mobile rang and the caller id showed my company's number. On normal nights when I work late that phenomenon wouldn't qualify as something worth mentioning. But. KC picked me up from work half an hour ago and I was the last to leave.

KC and I looked at each other while the phone continued ringing. My thoughts during the few moments of shock was "why the fuck do you have to set this fugly ringing tone for my company's number?"... Finally the phone stopped ringing. We were still speechless. Then it rang again.

Fuck.

This.

Shit.
Is.

Weird.

I squealed and dove into my bed covers as KC thrusted the mobile into my face and wheezed "answer it" over and over again. No fucking way. I've seen my fair share of freaky Japanese and Korean horror flicks surrounding mobile phones ringing when it shouldn't.

When the ringing finally stopped for the second time (and I've switched off both my mobiles), we started calling my colleagues and asked if anyone came back to the office after I left. Everyone was home. I even asked Big Boss to call the office to see if someone's there. No. Zilch. Takde.

Today is the 14th of the 7th lunar month. What the Chinese call Ghost Festival. Bizarre crap doesn't get weirder than this. KC refused to discuss the incident.

I think I'm going to poo green crap from fright.

increment

I'm finally getting a decent increment! Nothing's cemented as yet, but it's decent. Boss says it will be slightly more if I help win the pitch on Friday. Focus focus.

The developer of my over-priced, crummily located apartment has finally billed me for the differential sum I owe. After one whole year of silence. And they gave me 3 days to cough up 18,000 bucks or I have to bear penalty charges. I say fuck you, Landmarks. So what if you've sent out a letter informing me? Couldn't you call when the letter was returned with no recipient? Couldn't you call earlier and not give me 3 unbelievable days to come up with near 20 grand of moolah? Sons of bitches. You told me it's going to be an "exclusive" apartment with no other similar properties around when I bought it and now you're building more and more apartments within the vicinity (all also exclusive, I bet my ass) and most of them going for cheaper than what I paid for. I want to shove the unit back up your ass and get my money back!!!

Gaaah! Anyway, there goes my increment. Damn overpriced overstated sugarcoated apartment will suck me dry. Well fuck me if I don't fall into this kinda gimmick when I'm in advertising myself. Bah. Focus focus. More more more increment~

haze

The haze is very bad the past coupla days. I almost resorted to getting myself a pussifying surgical mask but that would take a chip off my glam factor. Deciding full well to bear the consequences, I am now ill. Throat itching like a cat in heat and nose leaking like a babe who've downed three bottles of milk with no Pampers.

Why do forest fires have to be perpetual? Won't the trees burn out one day? Won't the fire spread and spread until a whole country's wiped out? One way or another, it's gotta stop at some point of time, right? Someone's gotta let me in the finer details because I sure am not getting the logical part of this shit.

Even though I'm quite a nerd.

seeing Malaysian Idols

The heat is such a bitch. I wonder when will it rain. I wake up every morning drenched in sweat. Makes me look like an idiot for showering 5 minutes before I hit the sack. But I can't not shower before sleeping because I'll be sticky as hell (or thinking about how I'll be sticky as hell). Mom says I'll definitely get joint-pains or arthritis when I hit her age if I jump into bed right out of shower at night. Fug arthritis. If I don't sleep I won't even reach Mom's age. And I thought after staying in The Land Where It's Always Summer for 20 odd years, I would've gotten used to the fugging heat. Groan.

I got VIP passes to Malaysian Idol tonight. Wheee. Too bad I'm not much of a fan. If it was Simple Plan I'll be kissing random strangers on the street and spread some love to the world. But a VIP pass is a VIP pass. The only problem now: time management.

My parents are coming up for the weekend tomorrow. I have buckets of laundry (oh, tiny orgasm), unwashed loo, bird-shat car, hairballs on room floor and revision for tomorrow's class all lined up to take care of... but no time. And here I am, blogging. Groan.

I hope Mom's carrot-pineapple-walnut cake turns out luvverly. I hope Dad would lay off my body shape. Of course I'm in shape. Isn't round a shape?

Malaysian Idol

Someone (who shalt not be named) commanded that I shouldn't blog about work in such a negative manner anymore. So, I guess from now on what I can blog about is gonna be blue skies and smiling babies' eyes and raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, folks. (unless and until I want to gouge my eyes out and slice my skin off if I don't say something nasty)

Negativity aside, the company had a slice of doing up the Malaysian Idol roadshow event thingy during the weekend. Like most events, this one had its own hiccups and screw-ups and we had to work into the wee hours of the morning.

But the hard work was worth it when we saw the finished product. Nice, innit? Untouched and unraped by droves of crowd, fresh and spanking clean first thing in the morning.

And then the crowd came. And the rest is history.

sucky pay

I've discovered that I often visit the state of depression, and I know my way around pretty well.

My pay sucks. On the company salary pyramid, I'm just a rung above the despatch boy and accounts clerk. I'm working two positions but nobody's supposed to know about that. I only got my copywriter namecards (which I cannot distribute to clients) after 6 months of incessant bugging the management. I dread calling up friends for contacts and business development because their staple question would be "I thought you are writing advertisements?" and I could only grin sheepishly and quickly change the subject.

Boss said my days of beating my chest in pride and announcing to the world that I'm a copywriter is still in the bleak future. Reason being we're not busy enough and my workload is not heavy enough, and I can usually go home at 7pm.

I'm due for increment soon (I think). I wonder if I can get the same pay as the previous Art Director who also had one year of experience. The same Art Director who wanted to bill the company for every piece of design work she had to do, because Art Directors don't dirty their hands in designing. I'm much nicer. I do translations for the company free of charge. Just because I don't want the company to incur extra costs. And I'm a super genius with immaculate proficiency in 3 languages. I'm slightly comforted by the sole acknowledgement given by my new and soon-to-be ex-colleague. I'm almost sad she's terminated after 2 days of work.

I guess it's true what they say. It's not how good your work is, it's how well you explain it.

baby louis

My best friend aka blood sister from the 13-14 years old era is a mum now. Baby Louis is terribly adorable. So much so that I want to be impregnated too. Preferably by CSI Greg Sanders. But then Baby won't have cute Chinese eyes ya. They'll be azure (ya ya, blue is blue and not azure or cobalt or cerulean but it's MY baby and I can call the eye-colour anything I want so shuddup). Wait, darker shades is the dominant gene, so Baby might have hazel eyes after all. Uhh, wait... maybe not.

Damn you, Form Five Biology lessons. If you decide to elude my brains then pack your fatass and GO. Don't come back and haunt me in bits and pieces. I'll think that I know and then I don't and then I do and then... and my brains will combust then implode violently.