Again!!!???

I have just calculated...

I have a 42 litre tank...

And price of petrol is RM1.92/litre...

That's RM80.64 for a full tank...for a freaking Proton Saga...

What is this world coming to???

Salary increases by 5% a year, expenses increases by (30/162) 18.5%???

That's not even inclusive of other inflated prices...

sigh...

It's about time I went to get myself a Motorbike license...

Sometimes, a bit of temper is good

I have always had this mentality that I am a junior and I am working to gain experience.

And that has made me rather 'compromised'. I mean, my bosses love me and they love to use me... sadly because I am very accomodating. I have not shown any temper at work, and I have been very helpful towards my colleagues and all that.

But after speaking with a few friends and a few collagues, I have found out that actually, I will need to show at least a bit of temper at work. If not, I'll be stepped over, trampled and over-used.

I just came into the office after sending some shitty artwork to the client in Damansara and it has taken a good hour of effort. And the worst is, I don't even get tipped for doing this... 'A favour'...

shitty...

Well, I am resolved to show some temper at the next office I am going to work at... This time around, I'll wait for my bonus, and leave at the first opportunity I get...

Then, I will start afresh, and start acting like a total bitch because everyone acts like that to protect themselves in the office... If you do not climb on others, then chances are, they will trample on you..

Maybe I haven't been clear enough in my intentions... Maybe I should start acting as if I'm working solely for money... and not to earn a living... or to learn anything...

I think the abillity to survive in this modern office environment is the ability to portray oneself as confident... false or not, if you give your peers confidence, you will get somewhere...

Afterall, from what I see, the major publications / ad agencies don't give too much of a shit about good designs... So I guess I would be able to do quite well... I have seen enough of 'this new job was actually done by someone else, but now the client got fed-up with them...' and whilst I was revising their copy, it was really horrendous... and that 'someone else' was a medium sized advertising agency...

well... there you go...

I'll be out of the office...

Going to meet this freaking hell of a client...

The thing with this client, is that there's this competition between the company secretary and the marketing manager.

The one we normally deal with is the marketing guy. But whenever he's on leave or something, the secretary will call us up and change the entire ad.

stupid right?

I've been writing probably a good 20 copies the same ad...

This is not good enough, that is not the right direction, I want this, and I want to change that... I know that this is the direction that I wanted before, but I think it should be changed.

After that round of changes from the Marketing Manager, the secretary calls us and says, "I don't think this ad makes sense"...

EEish...

Clients like this should not even exist on the face of the earth!!!

RAGE>>>>

Nicked this off Someone...

[From the pages of Winn] ~ I can't link to her because the stupid 'safari' browser gives me less options on blogger...

"How Old Are You" Tag.

1. Name one of the actor of the old days that you missed.
Mak Kah ~ Hongkong Mari... Bald... Speaks in strange Canto accent...

2. Name a cartoon of the old days.
Pink Panther ~ The coolest cucumber on Acme Street... Wait... was he from Acme?

3. Name a singer/group of the old days.
New Kids On The Block ~ Shudders... Why did I ever liked them in the first place??? EEWwwwwwWWWW.....

4. Band of the old days.
The Fellas who did "Everybody was KungFu Fightin"... Huuh... Haah!!!!

5.TV Series of the old days.
hhmmm... Don't watch series one... Cartoon can ah??? oh... oh... "Dallas"... Late at night... ahahahahaa The theme song still sticks in my mind...

6. Actress of Old Days.
Can't give you this one... Cause I don't remember any... the first actress' name that I remembered were Gillian and Pamela Anderson, and Jennifer Aniston... I had the raging hormones then... ahahahahaha

7. Fashion of Old Days that you miss the most.
This HAS to be the 'Carrot Cut Jeans'... hahahahaha I don't miss them... but it's been a while... and the 'Hammer Pants'... ahahahaha

8. Movie of Old Days.
It has to be Tim Dalton's flop of a 007.... hahahaha... sissy...

9. Music Video of Old Days.
Dance to the step of 'Step-by-step' y'all... every kid was trying to emulate the jump over the drums stunt...

10. Coolest Song of Old Days.
I'm Too Sexy by Vanilla Ice... who is now cryogenically frozen somewhere in the recesses of MI6... "Hammer Time - Can't Touch This is a close second...

ahahahahaha....

This has to be one of the nicest meme's around... ahahahaha...

Creative Writing?

I've been asked to conduct a workshop for a church students' camp in May, and the topic is duly, 'Creative Writing'...

I mean, I have had been taught how to write articles, news papers, and shit-loads of assignments, but not really 'Creative Writing' as a topic on its own. Besides, what can a person learn from a 4 hour stint?

I have been mulling over what to say, what to do and how to give the fellas the best possible projection of what Creative Writing should be. Some would say that poems are creative. Others would go for advertisement copy. I say, everything...

I do feel that writing in itself is a creative thing. Not everyone can string a sentence and take the effort to make the sentence sound good. Well, actually, everyone can.. But not everyone will stirke it with an audience.

hhhmmm.... I think I got it now...

There is no such thing as writing for no-one inparticular. Whenever we write, we would wirte for an intended audience, be it ourselves, our kids to read the next time, or a general audience out there, somewhere.

And this audience must be pleased in order that you become an established writer. You do not please the masses, then you are nobody. You do not please yourself with your own writing, you apparently suck, and only you know it.

So... Thank you everyone... you read me... this means that I am indeed doing something right...

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Oh... I found out a huge oxymoron this morning in the LRT...

There were quite a significant number of people wearing these 'Citibank' t-shirts in the train, but none of them talked to each other. I found it weird in a sense that they have been given the same identity, but yet, they do not know each other, nor acknowledge each other. What's Citibank trying to do here??? Portray a uniformed and united image that does not promote unity?

It's like the cells in your toes saying to the kidneys, "I don't know you. Not talking to you. Although we're in the same building, and our 'DNA's the same (Apparently), NOT TALKING TO YOU!!!"

Wah...

I've been rather busy these few days...

Until a point that I have had not much time to sit down and blog.

Relationship with my colleagues have seemingly been bettered by having lunch together, without the bosses.

I guess it happens everywhere, that when you're not around, people take the opportunity to talk about you. The only thing is that it could be good things and or bad things. Well, I guess that if you live your life well in the office, they will talk about you in good light as opposed to when certain actions of yours aren't justifiable, they'll start talking about you as if you're either stupid or some kind of strange issue around the office.

I just hope I am neither.

Well, I think that I have been rather neutral in the office in a sense that I try to keep my head down and do the work that is required of me, most of the time. I don't really know what the bosses are expecting, and whether my performances are up to par with their expectations.

So, yesterday was one of those odd days that the few of us colleagues got to have lunch without the bosses and naturally, when you're not there, they talk about you... So the more senior colleagues started to vent their frustration at the agency, talking about this and that which is not quite right, and what we should do in order to improve our own welfare... But I am considered blessed in a sense that the 'attacks' launched were not really personal, and there are no female dogs of any kind to deal with in this minuscule office of mine.

So, all in all, it was just a vent of frustration, trying to get a few things off their chest. I tried to remain neutral in all circumstances, but it's rather difficult.

When people are calling for you to take up arms, it's either you're in or you're out. There's no such thing as neutral. You say you don't want to get involved, you're out. You say that you have no opinion, you're out. You don't say anything, you're out!

So sometimes in life, we can't stay neutral. It's either we take a stand, or we are given a stand.

So what do you want now?

I hate change...

I'm a person who requires a constant guarantee in things. I don't like change and I don't like stuff to have the potential to change without me knowing it.

But people say that change is constant. I say, I agree; So long as the change, changes with me!

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Well, I am seriously re-thinking my communication skills. It seems that more people misunderstand me, no... mistake my words for something else. Seriously, am I that difficult to listen to? I mean, even during casual chats with my girlfriend, I get mistaken.

Maybe it's the way I talk, or is it the way I string my sentences? It makes people not understand what I am refering to or worse, totally what I am talking about. Maybe it's because my mind can jump from one topic to another, or I am always out of tune with a 'jump of topic' during others conversations.

Maybe I think too much. And when I have finished analysing the topic, and blurt out whatever mental-dung that I have conjured up in my mind, the topic has already shifted to something else.

Sigh...

You guys understand what I'm talking about here???

I'm feeling tired...

And I don't know why...

I've been sleeping rather on time for the past week or more, and I am finding myself tired at the office. Maybe it's because of my lack of caffeine... I've been trying to tone down on coffee recently and that could be why I feel tired at around 11am. So today, I'm gonna try it out. I had coffee with a few biscuits for breakfast and if I don't fall asleep at 11, then maybe I will stop my caffeine hiatus...

Sleepy from the office desk.

[Saved as draft]

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[Continued after lunch]

Indeed I didn't get sleepy at 11 something like the previous days. Now, I'll wait for 4pm and see if I get sleepy.

Tomorrow, I'll try a double dose of caffeine. One in the morning, the other in the afternoon.

Until then...

Fingers crossed that I won't fall asleep.

Living a semi-chramed kind of life...

I haven't had much time to think about the entire world lately, but I snuck-in a thought or two...

I have come to realise that we all live in a kind of semi-charmed kind of life. We believe in what we like to believe in.

Carpe diem, live for the day, and not think of the past. Look ahead, and live for the future.

Sometimes, as people of today, we have not much hindsight, and therefore have also less foresight.

Sometimes, we forget to realise that traditions are there for a reason. And that traditions are kept because they are good and practical. Of course, there are some silly traditions here and there which are bad for the future, but it doesn't mean that because of this bad batch, we disregard the whole package.

We keep certain traditions because they are the product of years upon years of trial and error. It must be good and practical for it to have survived until this very day. If you disregard them, then you are just asking for yourself to experience the entire package of trial and error all over again. So the question is, why disregard a way that works in order that we may spend more time and effort in finding that it actually works?

I am caught up in this because I have been met with a rather intruiging problem.

I'm getting emotional right now... (Never thought you'd hear that from me eh?)

End of post... Abruptly...

Busy, Busy, Busy....

I have quite a lot of things to do at the office... Will try to post something up later...

If we don't see each other by then, have a good weekend...

Normal service will resume next week...

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It's been a rather crazy two days for me as the jobs came in thick and fast. It's lunchtime now and I just came back from a rather melancholic lunch. I've been rather complacent of certain things, but quite diligent on others.

I haven't got time to think of things, and I have not been mused by anything lately.

So... I'd rather not post anything rather than babble on nothingness.

So, ciao guys...

Making decisions

I wonder why it is so difficult to make decisions.

Most of the time, as human beings, we would rather have life give stuff to us than for ourselves to go get it. And everytime we sit down to think about our choices, we get stressed out, we get frustration, we get cranky.

It seems that our facination with our own futures is the fuel that is driving mankind on. Some live for the present, others live in the past, some live to see what the future holds, some live to forget. There's always a choice to be made at any given time in our lives. Do we quit this job and go to a bigger firm? Where are we going in this company? Are my kids going to grow up properly? Did I fail in my previous job? What if I hadn't left? Where should I send my kids to school? Do I have enough money for my own retirement? Am I financially secured?

What if this, what if that...

I guess the biggest enemy of all mankind, throughout all these years is fear. Fear of taking a wrong turn somewhere in life, fear of doing the right things at the wrong time, to wrong things at the right time and vice-versa *I know, it's the same thing* fear of the unknown, fear of eternal shame, fear of guilt, fear of consequences, fear of committment, fear of retribution, fear... in general...

But when you come to think of it, everyone's fearing the same thing. You and I, we're all the same. I have the same fears as you do, if not more. I fear for my own future, my future kids' future, everything!!!

So if fear is a constant in life, then what's there to fear about? If everyone fears the same thing, then in theory, there's nothing to fear!! because, our fears have made us all equals!

Now... let's book ourselves a ticket and go watch 'you-know-what'...

hehehehe

The will to LIVE

Sometimes, I think that I'd be better off dead.

Not all the time, but sometimes...

Well, that's the mind of an existentialist in a nutshell. If the world is coming to nothing, then might as well end our suffering right here, right now. If my life had eternal value, I would like to cash in on it now, so that I will not have to suffer on this wretched earth anymore.

Then, this morning, I saw this 'insignificant aunty' breeze past me on my way to work. I say that she is insignificant not because she was poor or anything, but because of her demeanor that stereotypes here as 'just another person on the street'. She was dressed in a rather traditional chinese costum, dull and loose... You know, those type that our grandmothers wear in the house... And that depicts her not as someone that is 'contributing immensely' to the country or society like the snoby lawyers or the stylo-milo corporate leaders. Well, it could be that her contributions to this society might not be seen, or publicised like the write-ups we see about this or that big-shot getting what award here and there. But there was a huge sense of determination and and aura of certainty in her step.

From the clothes on her back and the fact that she was walking on a 5 foot walkway, at her age, does give the impression that she doesn't live a luxurious life. But she was determined, and she was sure she wanted to go where her feet were taking her.

I didn't have that much of time to have studied her in detail, but that split second brushing was all I needed to sense her will to live. You can practically see the fire in here eyes, her determination written all over her face, to succeed in the task she set out to do.

That made me think.

I am this 'snaking professional' that complains so much about life when I am living in so much more than what I think she has. I have a roof over my head, a car to drive, an office job that is comfortably located in an air-conditioned room, and I am almost 100% sure that I have had more education that she'd ever had been able to dream of. But yet, I have not got the fire in my belly that permeated through the lady's face.

If you say that I am leading an insignificant life, and that I would be better off dead, then I will agree with you. But the look on the lady's face says otehrwise. No matter what situation she was facing, *for all we know, she could be the mother of a multi-millionaire that lives in on of the super expensive condo's on Jalan Ampang* she was determined to get on with her life, and to succeed in what she wanted to do.

Me? I'm just another insignificant minion plying my trade, selling my soul to earn a salary. She, she is living her life come what may, determined to live the life that is set before her.

Maybe I should give up this existentialist mentality of mine and live for the day.

Let's see... where's the re-set button?

*examinse self trying to find the 'Peel to reveal re-set button' flap on my body...

Hoping for an Uneventful Day

Happy Valentine's day for you who are in the first year of your relationship...

If this rule is true, then I should be hoping for an uneventful day...

First Year of the relationship ~ Boy talks, Girl listens

Second Year of the relationship ~ Girl talks, Boy listens

Third Year of the relationship ~ Both talk, Others listen

I'm going into my 8th Year!!!

So I'm hoping that no shit is going to happen...

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Addendum:

Sigh, it's Valentine's Day, and I am sitting down at the office trying to think of a 'creative birthday line for gamblers'...

*I was going to rant about what the client wants and shit like that, but i'd better keep it to myself. Just in case I get into trouble...

Well, this day dedicated to 'Love' is going to be like the other days... busy...

I've been plagued with loads of work to do these few days, which explains the short posts and the brief encounters...

I just hate research and trying to find a 'perfect' line for the clients. I can give you a well-written paragraph in 15 minutes... but I take quite a few days to come up with a good line... Maybe I'm a sucker for details...

So, if you'll excuse me, I have stuff to do...

Can't a MAN get a ROOM!!??????

What's the issue with rooms to let and men?

I've been going around my apartment complex in search of a room to move into, and all the adverts are either strictly for Working Females, or Students Only!!

So where does a full-grown, working man get a room to stay in if there's so many filters?

Who's been messing up the market? Huh???

Darn it!!

All I want is a cheap room, small one, doesn't matter, fairly good fittings in the room, no furniture needed, to sleep in every night, to take my baths after work, and to have some peace and quiet!!!

Why all the filters that prevent a man from getting a room???

RAGE!!!!

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And it seems that i wil be astro-less for a while longer now that I have somehow gotten RM250 stolen from inside my wallet...

Ayam...

Bad luck? PUIK!!!

I have a Current Account!!

Some people feel that in order to be a fully functional adult, you'd have to be able to issue cheques..

NOW I CAN!!!

hehehehe...

Well, not that issuing cheques is a sign of adulthood, but it does give a person the sense of freedom financially and mentally. Now that I can issue my own cheques, I do not have to rely on my parents 'pre-signed' cheques for the 'big' amounts. Neither would I need to queue up at the bank to buy a banker's draft anymore. Those are what minors do... Now, I'm a full fledge man, with full fledge responsibilities. And that's kinda scary too...

I remember clearly that I have to do a few rounds of walking to and from the accounts department during college just to make sure I have my figures right before I go make a huge trip to the bank in order to buy a banker's draft. There's so much to take note of; the figure must be exactly the amount I have to pay, the name of the institution that I am paying must be right, and I cannot refund the darn thing if something goes wrong. But now, I can just walk into a place, ask them for the details, and issue a cheque right away...

So, I am indeed happy with this...

I feel fat...

In fact, I am...

I gained in the stomach section during these two weeks of festivity. I went home, I ate... I came back, I also ate... There's so much food lying around that it's going to waste if I don't eat.

I know it's bad and all, but it does start to seem that resistance is futile... I shall only diet after Chap Goh Mei... or until the food pile sizzles out, whichever comes last. hehehehehe....

Being overweight is not a good feeling at all. I don't feel healthy, I don't feel mobile, I don't feel like I can run a mile and not stop. But being oversized still doesn't beat the guy with a huge bag on his back in the LRT!!

This morning was actually turning quite well until I went into the LRT... The crowds got crazy, like it should, and the trains were packed! As I now get on the train somewhere in the middle of the line, there were already a significant number of passangers in the train when I boarded. Actually, today was considered rather 'loose' since I didn't have to cramp into the train at my station. But a few stops down, the crowds got bad and I was seemingly shoved back to back with this backpack guy. Not that there's anything with carrying a backpack in the LRT, but for whatever's sake, please have the decency to not swing the darn thing around!!! It's like getting bludgeoned with a huge sack of potatoes everytime the fella moves. Not that it hurts, but it's darn annoying! It's difficult enough to stand my ground in a crowded train, and I have to 'siam' this bag as well?? Sheesh!!!

There's a reason why people take their bags and carry them in front of them rather than behind them in the LRT. It's called decency, and the rationale behind this is that when you carry your bag in front, you won't swing into other people when you turn around. And besides, when you're standing on the train, you will inevitably use your hands to grab hold of a pole or a rail grip. and with your bag in front of you, you save space.

Imagine this: The thickness of your chest should be around 8" to 10". Then your arm needs a good 12" levy for you to hold on to a rail or pole. So, in a jammed LRT, a person, without a bag needs a good 20" levy for upper body space. Add a sack of potatoes behind the fella's back, and it increases to 30"!!! And since your 12" levy for the arms are 'filled' with empty space ANYWAY, why not put your freaking bag there???!!!??? That will stop you from bludgeoning the poor fella standing behind you with the sack of potatoes that you're carrying on your bag! Sheesh!!

Only two types of people make me fume: The ignorantly stupid, and the fella that has not the capacity to think for 'the greater good'...

wait... I also don't like those who are shamelessly upfront and think that friends are 'there to help' and if 'you don't help me, you're not friend enough'...

Go ahead... Make my day...

And oh... tomorrow, I'm on half day's leave. I had to get some banking done, so don't expect anything from this blog in the morning. I'm only coming in after lunch...

Is there no Human Rights in this Country?

I was reading today's news online and came across this:

http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/2/8/nation/13328392&sec=nation

*I'm sorry but my browser is cheap, and it doesn't support the 'link' option available on blogger...

Moral Crusadders Turn Molesters?

I mean, reading it sends shivers down my spine!

Firstly, why on earth does anyone have the freaking freedom to storm into your house without a warrant, beat you up, violate your girlfriend who's in the bathroom and only get charged with 'Molesting the Girl'!!!???? Heck, they aren't even the police!!

What about 'Breaking in an Entry'??? What about I can kill you for trespassing and get away with it???

I mean, I am no lawyer, but I am not ignorant nor stupid either. Who gives these people the freedom to do as they wish? Barging into a person's house, beat the poor fella up and even violate the girlfriend who's taking a bath?

Doesn't the law provide against such things? That a person's private property cannot be tresspassed?

For all I know, the police cannot strom into my apartment without proper cause or without a warrant. I think the only time that the police has the freedom to charge into a person's private property is that either it's on fire, or there's a smell of rotting flesh coming from under the door.

And do you guys know that, under the right circumstances, you can practically kill a stranger in your house and get away with 'self-defense'?

Or is there no law in this country anymore?

Leading a TV-less life

I have moved out of my old apartment, and I'm stying in the living room of my girlfriend's house for the moment now...

One of her tenants moved out also, and so, my sister moved into the middle room. The only thing now is, the fella brought away the Astro set with him... Well, in the first place, it is his, and him having moved out, should bring it along with him...

But these few days, I've been living off old VCD's that's lying around the place.

It's indeed rather weird not having the freedom to surf the 40-odd channels, pressing the 'Info' button and stuff. Now I feel slightly deprived. Not deprived of the entertainment that's on the screen but deprived of pressing the remote control of the Astro set!

That's weird!

I mean REALLY weaird...

I think it's become an OCD for most of us without us noticing it. When we watch tv, we need the remote lying close to us so that we can press it everytime the commercials come out...

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Well, that's one thing...

With the fella moving out, my sister now has an fully empty room to work around with, and I will need to bring her around to buy her stuff. I've given her my old work desk, the table lamp, and the bedpost. Now all she needs is a mattress, baskets, dustbins, and all the other stuff that girls need to live in a 10 x 10 room...

Then since there's an opportunity and space to revamp a few things, my girlfriend is also going to re-do her wardrobe. Apparently, she needs more space... typical... hehehehe

So, all this shall be done this Saturday... habislah...

Wealth Management

If you know me personally, you'll come to realise that I actively preach against Multi-Level Marketing schemes and useless Insurance/Wealth funds and schemes.

Well, since I am sitting here at the office with not much to do, I think I'd justify my stand and try to convince my readers about the harsh reality of this world.

In a few posts before this, I think I've established that all insurance agencies are out to gain a profit from you?

Well, I was reminded this when I went to my ex-agency last night. My ex-boss invited me over for a little CNY gathering and we sat down to talk about the sun, moon, sky and life. It baffles me a little when I see a successful man like him, putting so much faith and hope into his insurance scheme.

Sometimes, when we are out there in the harsh corporate marshlands, we fail to come up for a breath of fresh air. We think that since we are not getting any younger, we would really, seriously, need to sit down and talk to an insurance agent/business management executive/wealth manager/the-fella-who-would-come-to-your-house-at-the-most-inhumane-of-times-just-to-suck-a-little-bit-of-commission-from-your-candy-jar about your significant future.

Apparently, more and more people are feeling insecure about their futures, and the great 'WHAT IF'...

Nowadays, there's so much available on the roadsides that any tom, harry, dick, can present to you an entire scheme that will cover your life, your family, a fund for your new born child, any possible total and permanent disability resulting from too much typing on the keyboard or too much mouse activity, and even the assurance that your old folks will be looked after if they fall ill! And that's not all... They are also equipped to convince you that your savings in the bank actually depreciates in value as inflation rate is always rising faster than the interest rates. And that buying property is not as profitable as putting your hard earned cash into their hands for them to 'manage'...

Well, this whole eloborate scam is to make sure you give them money every month so that they can make more money out of it. That's the whole idea of the 'Assurance Industry'... Bunch of vultures...

Then, there's the 'friend' who will always call you out saying, "Oh we've not met for so long, want to come out for a drink? Meet me at McDonald's this Saturday." (And i'll try to get you to pay me a few quid a month as 'membership fees')

Of all the people I know, those who tick me off the most are these Multi-Level Marketing blood sucking jerks. They have no intergrity at all!! AT ALL!!!!

They normally call you up and give you a run around with an elaborate, well thought-of scam to get you to sit down at the same table. And once you arrive, thinking that you'll get some time to catch up on the good 'ol times, they'll be fully prepared with notebook in hand, their successful looking car parked conveniently on the roadside, trying to get you to contribute to thier 'passive income'.

They'll tell you that they've found a way to make money while sitting down watching their soapy Korean series. That's by keeping tonnes and tonnes of downlines like you, who pay a 'minimal membership fee' which they get a slice from everytime you pay up.

The Insurance Agents are Vultures, and the MLM guys are cons.

Both take you away from faith in God, both take you closer to beleiving in your own ability.

The thing about trusting our own ability is that we, as mortals, may die any second. Our lives are never in our hands.

Accidents happen, to you and also to your beneficiaries. So the main question is, what are you doing with your life? Chasing after all this wealth and security for this short life that we have?

Can't these people realise that there is no such thing as 'security' in life. Whatever you believe in, you will die, and your family may die with you, and the wealth you amassed will go to your next of kin, which is possibly the borhter that you hated for your entire lifetime.

So, I would rather live life in hope and love that is worthy and meaningful. I would rather make more friends, and experience more things instead of worrying 'What if'...

Homecoming

Remember a few posts ago I was talking about me being homeless?

Well, this time, I went back to my parents' house, I slept out at the living room the entire time. Well, not because there wasn't a bed for me to sleep in during the nights, but it just felt weird. They allocated me into an empty bed in my grandfather's room. My grandmother is sleeping in the guest room because it's closer to the toilet since she's not very mobile nowadays.

However, homecoming was a joy indeed. This year, my relatives didn't hoard back to my hometown so it was a peacful year for a change. This means more time to spend with my parents and the occasional chat with my aunt, who was the only one who came back this year. The others went back during the long Christmas break so they didn't make the trip this time around.

Well, here's the update on the little piece of 'business' that my girlfriend and I were planning to do during our trip back. Our parents have met and now, we're going ahead with planning our marriage!! hehehehe... And I still have yet to propose...

Well, the meeting was important to our plans because we needed to know what our parents wanted, what they expected, and what other businesses that needed our planning and cooperation. Both sides were rather free and open on the ceremonies and although there are some minor glitches, we're going ahead with it. We've tentatively set the date somewhere around the 3rd quarter of next year, so that gives us a good 18 months to prepare for the entire thing. It's about the right amount of time needed for this operation...

The plan is to have the wedding ceremony here in KL, amongst our friends, followed by a light reception. Then we will fly back to our hometown a couple of days later to have the banquet for our extended family and friends. Since both sides will have a rather long guest list, it's proposed we do the banquet separately; The banquet for her parents friends and family, and another for mine. It's gonna be hectic, it's gonna be huge...

It's gonna be interesting... it's gonna be hectic... It's gonna need much planning... so help me God...

I'm Back!!!

Fisrt things first, Happy Chinese New Year once again...

For those who messaged me on my mobile, and me being a jerk, didn't reply your heartfelt greetings, have a blessed doggie-styled year ahead... hehehehe... Pun VERY intended...

Well, it's been a good 10-12 days that my fingers have touched the keys-of-the-board and it seems to me that my speed and accuracy has suffered greatly... and my fingers aren't as coordinated as before... I never knew 10 days of hiatus from the internet could do such a thing to your fingers...

So now, a new year, a new hairstyle and a new hope...

So much happened in such a short time and my fingers aren't cooperating with me... I have to admit that I am slightly agitated that I keep making mistakes with my typing...

That's that for now... I will put in more stuff when my fingers get moving fulently again... hehehehe

You guys should know this... when a blogger can't type as fast as his/her thoughts, its frustrating...

Ciao... for Now...