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Category: Rants


Meetings

If there is one thing that I don’t like in this world, it’s meetings. I’m not talking about discussions, where people throw around ideas and everyone is heard… I’m talking about those seemingly endless meetings where nothing is really achieved, yet it takes up a lot of people’s time, and only a handful of people get to “talk”.

My favourite thing to bring to a meeting is a notepad. Yes, a notepad in which I can write, or doodle in. Not my laptop because it makes too much noise when I type, and any touch pad in this world annoys me. Speaking of typing, I was typing something when my laptop was plugged into the projector in a meeting room one day, and my superior asked if I had typing lessons because I typed fast. LOL. I think it’s the excessive online chats and blogging that acts as practice.

I digress.

I was talking about bring my notepad to meetings, yes? Well, I was just browsing through one of my favourite notepads (non-lined, of course!) and stumbled upon a few doodles and writings that made me laugh.

Here’s my attempt to make feather patterns:

Feathers! (Supposedly.)

 

And here’s an excerpt of my writing in the notepad:

Oh, God. This meeting is very mundane. I hear the chairman suggesting that meetings with certain someone be held twice a week. Yikes? Sucks to be him/her. My body is aching just sitting in this room.

I can never compose well-written posts anymore. I am rather uninspired to pen my words and whatnot. Blame it on Twitter and Tumblr. Evil.

My neck hurts. So does my head. What is happening? Gah. I don’t even know what to write about anymore. Oh, please. This dude is asking me if I know ‘data dictionary’. PLEASE. I am from an IT background. A semester of my HND was dedicated to bleeping data dictionaries!!! Urgh!

I hope this stupid meeting ends soon.

P.S.: The chairman has no sense of good time management.

Loverly.

I’ll pen off now, maybe there’s something to read off my Twitter feed.

Besides the current world affairs that I am upset with, I am currently peeved at a (new) local blogger. He has spammed several known bloggers’ tagboards, by telling people he put up pictures of an accident. Actually, he had the gall to tell people he had pictures of the victims who perished in the accident.

He has taken down that post, to which I am grateful for. However, he has confirmed on his tagboard that it was because of an e-mail that made him do so. Not the comments I left on his tagboard. I will not link him, I do not wish to ever link him. I do not wish to be associated with someone so insensitive.

I have to admit, I am very sensitive in regards to this. There was once the video of the deceased Bruneian couple in Limbang floating around, in which I refuse to watch or even listen to people talk about it. I do not appreciate people passing these kinds of things around. I do not appreciate people disregarding these things, like, “Oh, they’re just pictures and videos.”

No, they’re not just pictures and videos. They’re pictures and videos of someone else’s late sons, daughters, fathers, mothers, uncles, or aunts. People are grieving over their deaths, and you take it lightly and post them up on your blog, saying people have a right to view them. What right do you have to look into the faces of the deceased who might have, in the past, been someone else’s loved ones?  Tell me: WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE?

If it were your parents who perished in a fire, and someone irresponsible took pictures of the remains of your parents’ bodies, would you want it published on someone’s blog for the whole world to see? Imagine if it were you? If you died horribly in a car crash, would you want pictures of the scene be viewed by the public? Is that the way you want to be remembered?

This is a reminder to all those who wish to open up blogs, whether to create controversy or be famous (as can be viewed in the cretin’s most recent post), have respect for the deceased.

If you are wondering why I’m so defensive about it, it’s really personal. My dad was involved in a car accident where he was a front-seat passenger who suffered internal injuries. Thankfully, he did not die on the spot, he lived on for forty more days before he passed away. Even myself, who, thankfully, did not lose someone I love in an accident, feel very taken aback and offended on the things that Bruneians would do for a piece of gossip or simply ’something to talk about’.

And you know what’s stupid? The news of the accident was not ‘hidden’, it was all in the news. Everyone knew about it. In fact, I believe it was in one of the major local blogs somewhere. Depicting whatever was necessary, like the building or rescue workers, was enough as it is, there is no need to publish photos of the deceased.

Have respect for both the living and the dead. People are mourning for loss of lives everywhere. You don’t need to make them feel worse. I, myself, am still mourning over the loss of my dad, and I take it very seriously that you take in and understand all this. You are not ‘criticising’ nor ‘commenting’ on the matter, you are simply being disrespectful.

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Stupid week last week

Last week was not one of my favourite weeks of 2008. I’m pretty much someone who knows how to cheer herself up, but it got to a point where I was so kusut and messed up. You’ll never guess what got me all worked up: car insurance and stupid people at the cinema.

Yea. Not really into talking about it, but let’s just say I was taken aback by the amount I have to pay for insurance. I didn’t anticipate anything more than I was told by a few reliable sources, but it was (initially.) I must’ve done something good because I could come up with the money, and now, my car insurance and its road tax are renewed, and I’m happy. (Putih is officially one year old!! :party: )

I just need to get new tyres next month. I must be going too fast that my tyres are nearly bald now. Or maybe I’m just inexperienced with cars. Heehee.

Anyway. What peeved me last weekend was when I was watching Quarantine with my cousins at The Mall Cineplex. (This is my second time watching the movie, hahaha.) Anyway, besides all the shrieks and laughs that was called for from the patrons, there were a number of people (girls, mostly, and some boys sitting in front of us) who were rudely laughing aloud and talking above the allowed whisper.

Seriously, though. I should have got it on video just to prove it to you. It was insane. Even when people shushed them, they felt the need to be louder just to be heard. It was getting on my nerves. Kurang ajar banar-banar! :reallyangry: Gerigitan ku masih awal ani. Eeeeee!!

Like in a zombie movie

Awake early on a Sunday morning, all because of a stupid nightmare. Been having nightmares for a while now, it’s bugging me not in a way that it scares me, but it wakes me up from sleep! Sometimes when I wake, I can’t go back to sleep, and that bugs me a lot. I value my sleep a lot, OK? :P

Anyway, I’ve been having a few people adding me on Facebook, and they are the people who at some point shared the same school with me, but would never add them even though they were in the same school as I was. I just don’t know you well enough! Same class, sure, but not even recognizing me as someone you know in the hallway? That just doesn’t add up.

That silly little rant aside, I’m making my way to Jakarta tomorrow for a few days’ worth of training. Last week, before it was approved, I was excited up until a few hours after it was approved, but when I got home yesterday, I felt like I was too tired to go to Jakarta. Macam nada mood. :(

I have found that I hate to pack, because sometimes I just don’t know what to bring, and I don’t like making lists especially when my lazy mode kicks in.

I just need to sleep it off. I am exhausted, still, I think.

All together now


Via I Can Has Cheezburger.

Awwww.

So sweet.

Macam boyfriendku. Heehee.

Anyhow. I’ve been posting other things on my blog these days. It’s either I have been too lazy to blog about my usual nonsense, or I’m too busy watching DVDs in my room. Aiseh. I can finally be one of the priviledged people who have a TV in their rooms. This sounds sad, but let me let you know, that all my life, I wasn’t allowed to have a TV of any sort in my room. It’s OK for me to have a laptop that plays DVDs and surf the Internet, but not a television.

My mom always thought that if I always had a TV in my room, I wouldn’t go down for meals. Seriously, though, with my mom’s ability to get you downstairs no matter what, it wouldn’t have been a problem. I guess she just insists that we stick to the plan. Until recently.

It’s great. I used to turn on the radio when the room gets really quiet. Now, I just either put Astro on or pop in a Project Runway DVD. And now, all I need is a good sofa to watch my TV. Izzah thinks I need a Wii, but that will have to come some other time. I need my sofa!

What I’m also loving about the new TV is that I get to watch movies and Will & Grace with the boyfriend. Who says you can’t rock a long-distance relationship? LOL.

Anyway, I’ve been having Italian for sungkai three times alone this week. I had a folded pizza at Fratini’s on Wednesday with Mumtaz and boyfriend, Zainul, who had treated me to a good meal and a great laugh. Then I went to Capers on Friday with my CIS20 friends. Just yesterday, I went to Villa Mauri with Izzah. I think, by far, Villa Mauri served the best food and had the best servers. It was my first time there, and I am very, very impressed.

I just wasn’t pleased with the loud lady girl (she does not merit the word lady) on the next table. She doesn’t even get the hint we had given her. Maybe Izzah and I weren’t loud enough. We gather that they were a table of bloggers. She was that loud, OK? We couldn’t help but overhear. Nyeh.

I’m going to go back to my dose of Project Runway now. More updates soon.

Please have manners

I don’t know about you, but back when I was growing up, when you need a favour from someone I was taught to make things easier for them. So easy, that all that there is left to do is the favour you asked from them. Not ask more and burden them.

I am not one to be pissed about granting favours and not being ikhlas, but please. To those who ask favours from me, make it easier or at least, the very least you can do, don’t make it any more difficult. Thanks.

Entah ah, macam kanak-kanak sekarang ani nada adab bah.

Feet stuck to the pavement

Where has the time gone? In a few blinks and snaps, we’ll be sailing through the second half of 2008. Gahd. That made me sound like I’m talking about football. But I guess it’s easier to see it that way.

How has my first half gone so far? Meh. Could be better, but way better than how 2007 was. I never really talked about why it was the worst year of my life, did I? Well, minus the obvious death of a loved one, d’oh. Then again, I guess that particular event influenced the rest of my year. Troubles, problems, pain, and sadness all try to squish into my life at once. What could be handled by my usual self was tearing me down.

People tried to bring me down for the sake of career. People tried to understand where I’m coming from, which annoyed me. Especially when they think they’ve got you all figured out. And it’s funny how people just can’t stop talking about my dad when all I wish for was for them to stop talking about him.

Life tip: When someone’s loved one passes away, try not to talk about them. Instead, divert their attention to something else. It will work wonders.

Why am I talking about the past?? Urgh. 2007 was so last year. Pun intended.

Anyway. The boyfriend’s off to overseas training for 3 whole weeks and I don’t know what to do. I’m very used to his company hours at a time every day, and with him gone.. I really am at a loss. I’ve been mentally planning on what I want to do while he’s away, and I think my only plan that will work is: stock up on the endorphins. I’m thinking two hours daily, five days a week. OK, maybe just an hour. (Hourly step aerobics can kill! Hahaha.)

I just remembered an incident a bit earlier on, right after my morning routine, I bumped into someone I knew. I smiled at her and wanted to say hi, but didn’t because she didn’t smile back. She pretended she didn’t see me! I was right in front of her. You know, I can’t believe people can still be the way we were when we were kids. Utterly unbelievable! The only thing I could do was roll my eyes and went into disbelief mode because she is so friendly. Was, I guess.

I’ll be off for now, I need to take my second shower, because I’m catching Wanted in a few hours.

The problem here is..

I just came across a blog that preached about being positive, but in one of her other posts, she admitted to making fun of someone who was fat. Hypocrite.

Anyway. I haven’t been my endorphin addicted self for the past three days as I’ve been hit by the time of the month. Urgh. I’ve never had a bad case of it before. I feel fat, but I just found out the word ‘fat’ is supposed to be substituted with ‘bloated’ during this time. I really just feel heavy. I hope I can get back to the lifestyle I started six months ago and feel much, much better.

Endorphins. Mmm, chases your troubles away. Speaking like a true junkie. LOL!

I’m off for now.

Leg cramps

I think yesterday was just not a great day for me. I had experienced my first leg cramp while I was climbing into my car on my way home. Note: my first leg cramp.

You know how footballers play on the field, and sometimes they have that look of hellish pain on their faces? I used to think they were being dramatic and wanted a free kick. Now, I beg to differ. IT HURTS MORE THAN IT LOOKS!! I was in my car for fifteen minutes, trying to not move myself and let my hands grab onto something like women in labour do.

Leg cramps. I don’t wish to have any more. I can still feel my calf muscle all sore this morning, and I had difficulty climbing the stairs to work. Ergh.

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