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brilliant

no explanation needed.

filter

national day is approaching which means we're going to be very busy doing a themed-celebration at all our centres. several programmes, many meetings, appointments, travelling, reports and presentations. god, i really need a break.

thank goodness, it's wednesday. what's showing now by the way?

what have i been up to for the past few weeks? well, too many things. just too many. went to KL and back two times last week. that will explain a lot, won't it?

scott called the other day. not surprised though. met the guy last month and he looked good. i was invited to a product-launching ceremony down at his place. introducing some MLM-structured thingy. first ever in JB. maybe he wanted to make a millionaire out of me. thanks man but....i'm just too busy now. appreciate though.

lemau made me wait a wonderful twenty minutes in front of xtra. parked my car next to a fireplace, it's hungry ghost festival i think, watching people burning hell notes and incenses. slept at 12-ish am and i'm late again for work this morning.

Message>>>There's nothing about racism thingy here in Johor. words spreaded like wildfire saying that there's a situation here. nope. nothing. someone, somewhere gotta gain or lose by doing this but i say it's our 50th national day anniversary. grow up, be wise and go read about Defamation Act 1957.

no mercy

please be careful of pre-approved credit card. why? i'll tell you why.

last year, i received a call from a credit card centre. this guy informed me to come and collect my cards. i said cards because they pre-approved 3 cards for me. i've been brought up with many interesting stories of previous victims so i wasn't very excited back then.

mistake.
and so i managed to be very reluctant about it. i gave various excuses to avoid collecting it. and finally on one stormy afternoon, two guys came to the office. they braved the heavy downpour just to come and send me the cards. i was stunned and surely found no escape route. point blank. i took all the cards, signed with a thought that this might come in handy one day. that's the mistake.

aftermath.
i cancelled the amex and mastercard. left with only a visa, i thought well it can't be that bad. swipe, fill up the tank, drive home and return for a refill every other week. one day, it says "declined". s**t!!
day after day, statement after statement and i haven't paid a single cent since january. last week, while in vain looking for some extra cash as i need to attend a course in KL, i can't withdraw my money.

"we haven't received anything since january, so all remaining balance in your account will be transferred as a minimum payment for your credit card and we will activate it back in a few days time".

wasn't that amazing?

pull me out from the wreckage

i'll face the music
even if i know it will make me sick
i'll stand up proud
even if i feel alone in the crowd
i'll get down on my knees
even if i'm aware of all the risks
i'll dance to your tune
even if i'll be losing the moon

this voice is not my choice
what i choose is what i lose
am i a fool?
just another tool?

i'm a freeman but i'm lost.


*a bull in a china shop full of heart-shaped boxes.

kooler shaker

sumptuous dinner yesterday. ten of us went to dataran bandaraya. that far end shop, famous for its "ikan bakar", brilliantly-named "tip-top ikan bakar". mr jimmy aka godfather treat us with, let me recall...

i) ikan pari bakar
ii) ikan kembung bakar
iii) sate ayam
iv) siput sedut
v) sotong sambal
vi) kerang rebus and whatever else.

after one real heavy downpour, seafood is the best. ensued by strong black coffee. voila!

i hope it rains today.

weirdo

sometimes it's a burden. sometimes it's an outlet. but today i think it is just something else.
that's my blog. somehow i feel obliged to write something. at times, i thought it would be wise to keep it all to myself. that's not wise. not until yesterday.

i attended a course on EQ. the list of names submitted to attend the course, well i can't be sure if it was intentional or out-of-randomness. whatever it is, all my colleagues thought it's a funny thing and laughing and i couldn't help but to let them be.

it was good though. no, it was fantastic. we had a workshop-like class. hilariously funny if you open up to whatever to come along. imagine being stuffed inside a room with 20 ladies (an average of 70% of the participants are ladies and they are all in the midst of battling mid-life crisis, menopause and whatever happens to the moon will do to them). at first, i anticipated that i'll end up in a body bag after the first coffee break. well i didn't.

we had so much fun. that was very good.

i'm having fun with people my mother's age.

open for closing address

went for a meeting this morning. again. and "why am i not surprised?", i asked myself. gonna have another meeting at 2.30pm. will be chaired by our GM.

shrunk.

blinding lights

as i couldn't really sit and and watch and focus on anything which might require certain attention, i did it at night. spent more than three nights (it's early morning to you normals). a pack of cigarettes, black coffee and i-hate-my-life-attitude. that's all you need. that's when i really discovered that mario puzo's godfather is a great film. my kind.

i'm a self proclaimed King of All Awkward Moments. when to Cathay with Homer all over my head, i bumped into someone whose presence was (long story short, what the fcuk is she doing there.....i know damn well it's a public place , asshole!)....that was when the awkwardness sets in.

i know something amiss about myself if i sub-consciously put seven-in-a-row songs of damien rice in my playlist. followed by gavin degraw and then chris cornell's unplugged.

gotta rush to persada johor. sent to participate in a workshop. hopefully, hot, young journalists are there to entertain me.

"let meeeeeeee entertain yaa!!"

en route to nowhere

i'm tired. i'm tired. i'm tired. i might end up hallucinating a girl coming up to my office, performing an explosive oral sex and thank me gratefully when she's done. am i on drugs? no i'm not. i'm just tired. i'd rather be thinking about anything strictly unproductive just to loosen up a bit. and that's when i thought sex is the subject to be. oh wait, i didn't even think or blink about it. it will always be about it, right?

pervert? call me what you will. when you're tired, i mean as in really tired, you just couldn't be bothered with what the others might think about you. i wouldn't say things like those idiota ICP said though. "f**k the world". rant, rant, rant. bla, bla, bla.

i missed my weekends. i missed my dvd-watching, lazy sunday afternoon. i missed everything about it. as for now, too many things to take care of and yet i took a detour in bloggerland. not much though.

till then.

love peace empathy. a la cobain.