sore losers

I spend roughly an average of 10 hours in the office every day. Well, this is not by choice of course. I have to work around other people’s timing to get a lift to and from work.

It is sad to know that most of us are spending more time with our colleagues than our own family kan?

Anyway, because of this reason, I personally feel that it is important to have colleagues that you can click with, preferably one with common sense, manners and of course FUN to be with. Sadly, we cannot choose our colleagues. Don’t ask me how and why your management hires incompetent people with attitude problem because I don’t know. All I can think of is “balance”. If all the intelligent people work in one organization then they’ll take over the world! But you know the idea of them taking over sounds better than some idiotic politician with their personal agenda. Hee.

Anyway anyway, in my 10 years or so of *ahem* “professional” life I have encountered many types of colleagues.

The Blondes

The Arse Kisser

The Back Stabber

The Show Off

The Paranoid

The Story Teller

The Whiner

The Loser

The Slacker

and many more.

Of course not all of them are bad. I have found many good people at work who became good friends of mine.

Although I whine and b***h about people who makes my life miserable at work, I have never been in a situation where I am reminded about my position in the organization just because the management thinks I am more competent than the other so called management team.

No this is not about me because where I am, people are happy I am doing more work than them especially with my pay. *sticks tongue out*

If jealousy is the motive, OMG get a life people. Don’t embarrass yourself by being so bloody immature. If you want the glory than for once DO WHAT YOU ARE PAID TO DO.

Duh. Even kids can figure that one out.

Idiots sticks together because they know, on their own, they will not survive.

a good friday

Remember this pic?



Father and daughter are now reunited after the father's tour in Iraq.
For more details click here.

I love happy ending.

seriously?

Things happen for a reason.
I believe that is true.

But there are things that should never happen.

Like those attack on school children in China.

How do you tell a mother that her child died for a reason?

It’s heart breaking.

I am pretty depressed these days.

I don’t know why.

Well I do, but I am just going to blame the weather.

It’s much easier kan?

I was with a Korean Media group who doesn’t speak much English. While they were busy talking with each other, I just sit/stand there, smiling and nodding my head and all. It sucks really (sorry office people!) but it is a waste of my time really but work is work. My presence there is to solve problems and attend to their last minute request.

Basically kerja kuli larr.

Anyway, we were seating around the table during lunch and they were babbling in Korean when I heard my names mentioned. Many times. I just smiled at them and stared at the dim sum. I knew they were talking about me but what was said has to be the weirdest if not the dumbest thing ever. The Korean GSA who works for the Resort turned to me and told me that the TV host said I look like Rain. Yes, RAIN! The Korean dude.

In my head, I vomited my lunch but all I said was, “I don’t think so. He’s prettier than me.”

Lame. I know but what else am I supposed to do? Graciously accept it as a compliment? Come on larr. He compared me to a dude! Yes, he has a nice abs but HE’S A GUY.

This is not the first time someone told me I looked like a guy though. The first incident was when a stranger approached me at a bus stop and asked whether I am related to a guy in Keningau because I look so much like him.

Do I really? Look like a guy?

This is so not good for my self esteem.
I suddenly have this urge to put on a dress, curl my hair, wear fake eyelashes and loads of makeup and sway my hips in my stilettos.

But I am just too damn tired.

*sighs*

Heh?

Primary three pupils were caught imitating intimate acts in the classroom.

The girl was sent for check up and the doctor found an old tear in her vagina.

This was in the newspaper this morning.

You still think sex education in school is bad?

will the real Kylie please stand up?

“I cannot believe that Kylie Minogue is coming to perform in KK!”
Of course you can’t because she isn’t.

The 10th Palliative Care Association Dinner & Concert IS featuring 100% Kylie. That is true. They are. 100% Kylie is a TRIBUTE BAND TO KYLIE MINOGUE. Now, before you go complaining at the newspaper hotline like some people, take a deep breath and listen.

Watching 100% Kylie performing is, well not as good as the real thing, but definitely almost as good. Lucy Holmes (LH), Kylie Minogue’s (KM) lookalike and double performs with 2 of KM’s original dancers, who by the way will be using KM’s original dance/performance routine. The costumes LH will be wearing are also KM’s original costumes. 100% Kylie is even acknowledged by KM’s management team and her family.

KM also tweeted her seal of approval and declared LH is her favorite and best Kylie act ever!

It wasn’t PCA’s intention to mislead anyone. The KM’s tribute band is called 100% Kylie which they used to announce and promote their event. What are they supposed to call them, The Not So 100%, 100% Kylie?

Besides people, if KM herself is coming, why would PCA put 100% Kylie rather than Kylie Minogue? Plus, it was written and explained in all the newspaper that it is a tribute band. Doesn’t anyone read the newspaper besides the horoscope and the lottery result section?

Think about it.

On a different note, I am sure you know what the Palliative Care Association is about but for those who doesn’t, Palliative Care attends to those terminally ill cancer patients outside the ICU units by providing equipment, beds and medication at the patient’s home for FREE. They also provide counseling and fellowship not only for the patients but the patient’s family as well to accept the inevitable. You and I know how much money is involved to do all this, therefore, PCA with the help of their sponsors organized this charity dinner and show to collect funds. Every year, PCA needs about RM400,000.00 to operate their organizations and soon, they will also assist other [non cancer] terminally ill patients too.

For more information, google them.

This year, a generous donor donated two special collector’s items watches, a Presidential Rolex and a Gerald Genta to the PCA which will be given out as the prizes for the PCA raffles. Now, for those who do not know what raffle is, it is another word for lucky draw.



Anyway, the lucky draw ticket is sold at RM20.00 a ticket and is available for sale. No, you do not have to attend the dinner to win. If you’re one of the lucky winners; the Chief Minister of Sabah will call you during the draw to inform you that you won. Cool huh? How often will the CM call you? Unless of course, you’re related or work with him.

Stop being a smarty pant ok? *grins*

With everything that is happening around us, we should come together and help those who need our assistance. Whatever your theory is about why things happened to some people, put it aside. Life is short. Be nice. A day without Starbucks, 10 – 3 (alcohol) or couple of days without nicotine is good for you anyway.

If you want a ticket, email me. Or if you think I am trying to sell of my portion of the tickets, which I am *smiles*, you can call the PCA directly at 088 231505.

Those who are going for the dinner and concert, see you there. Don’t be shy. Say hie ya.

Happy Mommies' Day

I think Ekiel was more excited about Mother’s Day than I am. He brought back a paper flower and a heart shaped card from school last Friday and proudly present them to me. I know he was pleased with himself because he was giving me the half crooked smile with the twinkle in his eyes. *grins* I could hear him scampering inside before I got in to the house. I imagine he was looking for the flower and card which he dumped after coming back from school. I know my boy so well.

Yesterday, in church, the senior citizens sold flowers for the occasion as well as to collect funds for their home. When he and my sister went to get the church bulletin, he saw the flowers and asked my sister to buy them but my sister did not bring her wallet with her. They came back and he asked for money to buy them but when they went there, the counter was closed because the mass was about to start. He was so upset, he stomped his feet and sat with his legs folded and he put his hands together with both index fingers pointing outwards on his forehead. He looked as if he was in deep meditation and before I know it, he fell asleep.

When the mass was almost over, I woke him up and told him we will go and see if the flower counter is still there. With his eyes still shut, he replied angrily, “They’re closed mommy! No more flowers for you!” but there was an announcement that the flower is still available so I told Ekiel that. The moment he heard that, he smiled, opened his eyes widely and jumped on his feet.

My brother bought one flower for my mom but my son gave it to her and insisted that the flower is from him. He chose a red rose for her and a pink one for me. The funny thing is he won’t let me put my flower down because according to Ekiel, “No more love afterwards”.

Before I had Ekiel, I always wanted to have children. I would love them and care for them and it would be rewarding and all. But I never I imagine to experience this overwhelming love and joy just by being Ekiel’s mommy and for that I am humbled.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful mommies and soon-to-be mommies out there!!!
You are the GREATEST!

Monday morning

When people starts talking about karma, I’ll nod my head in understanding and most time wonder if that person is even listening to themselves. What goes around comes around surely but there are those who make other people’s life a living hell but for some twisted reasons, are spared from the whole karma system. I may not know ALL their sufferings and what not, but COME ON, just because someone said the obvious about your idiotic behavior, you cannot be pulling the “I don’t know what I did to them to deserve this” card on me.

That is always the case no?

I wish I can explain to my son how the life works because as a 32 year old, I still haven’t gotten a clue.

Life is like one of those reality shows. A contestant performs poorly every week but is still in the competition while the outstanding ones are voted off. I can put up with contestants who are humble and is willing to accept the harsh criticism from the judges but most of them have serious attitude problem which is a BIG turn off. So do not be surprised to hear me chanting certain names during elimination night.

Anyway, I am happy to share that Ekiel has recovered from his cough. Lucky thing I didn’t listen to the idiotic doctor kan?

People like that should not be given the responsibility to care for someone’s life.

new world

When Ekiel told me he wants to move to another world because this one is rotten, I cannot help but to wonder if he has learned this weird thinking from me. I have many times wish out loud that I could move to the moon for many many reasons and lately it involves people whose life mission is to make mine terrible.

Although Ekiel will only turn five this 23^rd, I have been exposing Ekiel to the sad things that is happening around us. Like when we watch news and I would explain to Ekiel about those unfortunate people and emphasize how blessed he is. Yes, I also gave the somewhat same “kids in Africa died because they have nothing to eat and here you are wasting your food and being very fussy about what you eat” speech my mom gave me while I was growing up.

I worry about my son’s stubborn, selfish and egoistic attitude. Although I notice he behaves better in school, at home he is a little monster. Ask my neighbor, I bet they can already imitate my high-pitched nagging, which Ekiel complains “Mommy, you’re giving me a headache!” He sometimes protests that other kids do it as well, but I told him that if his friends eat boogers, will he eat boogers as well? Don’t ask me why this metaphor but it seems to work better than jumping off the bridge speech my mom is famous for.

I don’t know if this is the right or even appropriate way. However, I must admit that my mom’s 32 years of nagging has somewhat become my voice of conscious. Especially, the friends jumping off the bridge thingy.

So Ezekiel Isaiah Stephen, unless you change, get use to the nagging. If you want to move to a new world, then go to school, do your homework and study hard. You can be the first scientist to find a new world for you and your mommy to stay away from crazy crazy people. If you want to, of course. No, this is not an attempt to stop you from being the world champion F1 driver. *whistles*