upset

What would you do when someone else takes credit for your work?
Worse, what if the boss applauded him with you in the room and he just gobbled the compliments like a greedy jerk without telling the boss you did all the work?

I kept my mouth shut and hold back my angry tears.
Then I whined about it to my mom and a friend.
Now I blog about it.

He told me to invite the press to stop by at the function. I suggested we invite them to the launch instead. He told me to go ahead. I wrote the invitation letter, I faxed them out and I follow up with telephone calls. On the day of the function, he forgot to prepare the press release. He called me to help him out. I revised the older press release accordingly, printed them out and brought it to the function venue. He didn’t even bother to assign anyone to attend to the press. Since I was already there, I tended the press with another colleague who was assigned to do the photography. I even made sure he was introduced to them and even suggested one reporter to talk to him about the function.

When the reporter left, I took over the photography because my colleague had to do last minute room inspection with some guests. I was there half the day. I went back because I got loads of work to do. The next day, again I did the photography the whole afternoon and attended the press at the prize giving ceremony. We finished the event late. I even joked about how he better give me a good appraisal for this job. He said he is not in charged of the appraisal, so I told him to let the boss know. I had to leave so I told him to email the press release because he needs to type the winner list first.

There was a lot of coverage in all the newspapers about the event. The reporter that I introduced to him even quoted him in her article. The boss sent him an email and cc-ed it to me congratulating HIM for the good coverage press. I thought oh, maybe he didn’t see the email and he hadn’t had the time to tell the boss about it. Btw, the press release he emailed with the result, it didn’t even appear in the newspaper the next day. I think it emailed it too late. Oh well, I told him to emailed it immediately.

Later, the boss came to the office and again congratulated him for a job well done on the press coverage. She also said that he should put this in his profile because of the amount of coverage the event had received. She asked him if the other organizer invited the press and he told him our hotel did. He later said this and that but he didn’t bother to tell the boss that I did the entire press bit. I wouldn’t be so upset if he told the boss I helped him out a bit. Hell, he didn’t even tell her that. Wtf? How dare him taking all the credit while I was in the same room. I wanted to tell him off on the spot, but I didn’t want to make him look bad in front of the boss. Why am I still so considerate at times like this? *banging head on the wall* This is one of those moment where I really hate myself for being so bloody nice.

Am I a terrible person to be so upset over this?

It’s sad how some people can bullshit their way up the corporate ladder.
I wouldn’t care so much if I didn’t have to climb that same ladder.

Christmas tree

Been really busy these past few days.
I have few entries that I have written half way.
*sigh* Will try to finish them soon.

Christmas season is here. *yay*
My favourite festival/celebration of all.
I love Christmas trees and all the deco.

Here are some shots of the Christmas tree I took.

Will upload more soon.
*thinking*

I will try to upload more soon.

Cheers!

Christmas tree at home

Christmas tree in the office

this year

Gosh, I am still tired.
*yawns*

I have so many things to write BUT my mind is refusing to corporate.
SHE is busy ‘entertaining’ WORRY, STRESS, FEAR & FRUSTRATION.
They’re all confused and demanded some attention.
Fyi, WORRY is a pain in the arse. *rolls eyes*

I cannot believe the year is coming to an end. *errks*
It has been one LONG year.
Oh don’t get me wrong,
I appreciate all the things that happened to me throughout the year, yes the bad ones too.
It’s just that… I wish things were a little better.
Call me greedy.
Whatever.

Thumbs up:
- Got myself a job in KK. The pay sucks but thank goodness I kinda like my job plus some of the colleagues so it ain’t that bad
- The world (my friends) practically disowned me (because I was a jerk) BUT they were nice enough to embrace me back (so to speak). I am grateful for that.
- I also made/met new friends who makes me smile (a very important quality)
- I balik kampung after fourteen years and overdosed on Durians, Rambutans, Langsat and seafood
- Starbucks, Secret Recipe in KK
- My son finally learned how to walk and talk
- I finally get to attend one of my good friend’s wedding
- Rebonding
- Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince book
- Happy Feet (the only movie I watched in the cinema this year!)

Wish it didn’t happened
- It took me five months to get a job. I nearly lost my sanity and was this close to kicking some butts during job interviews
- BROKE. BROKE. BROKE.
- I cut my finger, ended up with 3 stitches and an ugly scar
- I gained so much weight I feel like a bloody whale
- A relative passed on
- Me feeling like a bloody useless loser

It has been an emotional roller-coaster ride for me. Most time it feels like I am forever doing the loop, not knowing when will it end. I am still trying to fit in. Still trying to figure out the sanity behind all this.

BUT despite all that, I am still smiling. Still telling myself everything will be fine.
Yes I am optimistic like that.

asl?

Online chatting.
I admit I am a retired MIRC junkie.
When it got a little crowded and routined, I switched to MSN & YM.
Then I met too many psychos and annoying people, I put everyone in my banned list.
*grins* It’s a very long list too.
Now, the only people I’ll YM are friends and families.
And that only happens when I feel like it, which is very very rare these days.
In fact, I think the last time I chat (with my friends in KL) was before I started this job.

My colleague and I were talking about people and their character over lunch.
I was talking about a particular insane friend of mine when she asked me the million-dollar question.
Where do you meet all your friends?
How did you become friends with him (my insane friend)?
I met my friends from here and there.
I couldn’t even remember where I met some of them.
As for my insane friend, I didn’t have to think hard.
I didn’t even think twice.
I met him online.

When I was in college, I used to spend all my time in a cyber café, chatting or just surfing.
Internet café was still a new thing then.
It was exciting.
I was almost alone in a foreign land.
I was shy, insecure really, when it comes to making new friends.
So I hide behind the computer, in a smoky dimmed room, making friends with people who may not exist after all.

No, I have no idea how many people I have chatted with.
I also do not remember how many of them I have met.
Fyi, I did not meet them alone BUT even if I did, I made sure I was in a public place.
Yes, I know I am very fortunate for not meeting any serial killer or anything like that.
I thank my lucky stars every day for that.

I had some interesting chats and met some nice people.
Of course, I had few bad experiences/encounters.
But I just forget about them and move on telling myself that not everyone is a useless moron with nothing better to do but cause pain/harm/disruption to other people.
*shakes head* *rolls eyes*

One thing I hated about chatting is the lying bit.
Why pretend to be something else when you’re so obviously not.
People are SO gonna find out especially if you are planning to meet up kan?
This is what I call Kebodohan Tahap Maksimum (idiocy to the max) *tsk tsk tsk*

I know it’s a tough world out there.
Although no one wants to admit it, ALMOST everything is about physical beauty. (I admit I am somewhat guilty as well) Trust me. I am very experienced with rejections/being overlooked because I don’t look anything like those photoshop-ed into perfection people you see in the magazines. *yawns* I do have that much of wit to joke about it but not enough courage to talk/write about it. Well, not yet anyway. P.S. I didn’t imagined/dreamed/hallucinated about it kay. I may have an active imagination but I am no idiot.

Damnit I forgot what I wanted to write.

I did not meet the love of life online like some people. *jealous* Hee.
But I did make a few good friends although I have lost almost all of them to time, distance and circumstances.

Many people do not understand the whole chatting bit. Some people told me chatters are unattractive/corrupted people with no social trying to get some. *lifts one eyebrow* Chatting like every other stuff CAN be a good thing IF you want/make it that way. Chatting was NEVER meant to be the place for the perverts and the useless jerks. Th craziness is ALL our own doing. Well, theirs really. The perverts and the useless jerks.

I don’t chat these days because I am just at the phase where everything bores me. Despite what happened, I would still one day log in to the chat room and hopefully find my knight in shinning armor and his white horse. Maybe not.

Long day

Work.
Wedding luncheon.
Church service.
Shopping.
House chores.

I am beat.
A lady cannot be doing this every week.
*yawns*

Next Saturday would be another long day.
Heck, I am busy every Saturday till next year.
I just told myself I needed to get a life.
*chuckles*

The wedding I attended this afternoon was a friend’s cousin’s wedding. Unlike the Wedding Crashers I was more polite and decent. *winks* In my whole entire life I think I’ve only attended two church weddings and definitely less than twenty wedding luncheons and dinners.

I love weddings; I just don’t attend them much.

The theme color was white and purple. The bride looked beautiful. The cake was nicely done and tasted very yummy too. The food was good. The drinks were plenty. The entertainment, well, it was fairly okay. The special appearance by one of the local artiste didn’t helped either. *whistles* One thing that I thought was really special was the bride’s bouquet that was made from Ferrero Roche’s chocolates! She also threw the bouquet towards a group of single ladies too. How cool is that?

Usually, when I attend a party (especially Kadazan weddings!), I would leave after I had something to eat because I was a little intimidated by the dancing and the drinking bit. Today, for the first time, I stayed long enough to watch what happens after I went home. It wasn’t as bad as I imagined it to be. They enjoy themselves, have fun and get drunk.

I did the Sumazau when an old woman gave me the cloth thingy (no idea what it is called). It was a little awkward because I wasn’t sure what to do. You know, when to lift your arms and when to turn, etc. Oh well, at least I tried.

I also finally tried the infamous Pocho-pocho dance. It’s basically line dancing. I admit it is fun, BUT you need to know the steps to really enjoy it. Some of the older ladies really take their Pocho-pocho seriously. *grins*

There were people who dressed to impress. Although I personally feel they should have wore something simpler because it was a luncheon in a hall, BUT some of them did looked great. BUT, there was this one particular lady who stole the show by wearing a black number that has a knee length transparent skirt with what I assumed was a VERY short skirt inside. Maybe those were hot pants. Whatever it was, you could see her butt cheeks and it wasn’t pretty. Also a little lady was wearing a pretty nice blue dress but you could see clearly that she was wearing a knee-length bermudas inside. *LOL*

I had fun.
Pictures to be uploaded next week.

Although Christmas is only twenty two days away, the shopping mall I went today didn’t feel Christmas-sy at all. *sigh* Unlike the shopping malls in KL, the moment you enter the place, you will feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and excited to start your Christmas immediately. All I felt just now was restlessness. *rolls eyes*

We still have not put up our Christmas tree yet. My mom insisted we spring clean before Christmas can start. *Erkk*

One morning, I made Ekiel repeat what I tell him.

Me: Blues Clues (a children show)
Ekiel: Bucus
Me: Bbblllluuuueeesss Cllluueesssss
Ekiel: Bucussss

Later in the evening, I tried to make him say it again.

Me: Blues Clues
Ekiel: Bucus
Me: No, Blues Clues
Ekiel: Bucus
Me: Ok larr, good boy. Now say Hi-Five (another children show)
Ekiel: ... (Instead of repeating what I said, he put his hand in the air, waiting for me to give him a high-five)

Oh well.