I think about you constantly, whether it's with my mind or my heart. ~ Albany Bach Reid

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Private vs. Public

So I came across this conversation between husband and wife on Facebook. Yes, Facebook.

Both are my friends. One was my former fling back in school. Why I am telling this? To clarify any unintended wonder on why I bother such plain conversation between a husband and a wife.

He put up a status on something; which usually friends and relatives would respond and give their comments on the respective status. Seconds later, a comment popped up. From his wife. Regarding their house electrical appliances.

Fine. I mean, everybody deals with house chores; even more when you've just lived in your new first house. No big deal. So I moved on, simply browsing through my account for the next 10 minutes, reading and trying not to puke while people telling stories about their life, how they are enjoying their breakfast of roti canai and tea tarik at the usual hang out. Tasteful.

I went back to this husband/wife-conversation. It has turned into discussing personal domestic events. Get this; they are talking about things that are crystal clear only the two of them know. There is no freakin way that others can join in and give their two cent worth of ideas. They do this where everybody on their freaking friend list can see. I mean, come on!!

Things between a husband and a wife should remain between the two of you. Gees. It is just like the same thing that happens when a wife tells the husband that she misses him terribly on Facebook. Should the wife post the status; a declaration of affection to her husband publicly? Is it that important or expected by all that the public should know that you miss your husband? God!

It would be easier and I guess sweeter right, if you private-message or send a text or whatsapp your husband? But no. It is hot and yummy served in public for all to see.

O oh. Would I be the same once I have someone to call eternally my own? Hope not.

Our way of communicating is hijacked!

This is an entry about my dissatisfaction with a particular mobile network that has been acting like a total double bozo for the past couple of weeks.

Mind you, I have been in a relationship with this network for more than 6 years and it was ok. I mean it never made me turned psychotic for no specific reasons. Until last 2 weeks. It didn't help me at all when as I was in a middle of a cyberchat through Whatsapp or BBM (not yet into weeeeechat), all of a sudden I no longer received any reply. Total silence. I became furious and it got worse if we were in a heated discussion.

Imagine the bloody moment where you can't text or call your loved ones? Eveything is put on hold and imagine the frustration boiling inside when you are demanding some answers.

On contrary, in some wierd circumstance, imagine that unexplainable sensation you experience in your heart when someone tells you in frantic voice that finally oh finally he could reach you on the phone after 15th freakin attempts.

People claim that our communication network system is going haywire due to the fact that we are on the verge of a political war. Maybe it is true cos' am telling you, it's driving me nuts when my wishes and wisdom are not delivered and spread out. Urgh.

As if the nerwork is not a problem already, my phone is pulling on a sad prank on me. Whenever I am on the phone, it dies on me.  

I guess it goes back to the way you view your mechanism in communication.        

Birds, anyone?                                              

Monday, January 28, 2013

Work smart. Pronto!

So I have this 'little' problem with my time management.

Those who work with me are aware of my style; I can simply give my 120% on any task given say, for 4 hours straight (no interruptions of any form in between) and then walla..I am done. Usually the end product is up to the required standard or mind you, sometimes way better than I expected.  

Thing is, other people might take a few days to complete the same task. So, the question is, does that make me a better staff?

Here's the deal.

It's the pressure that makes me, me. I am prone towards performing most things last-minute. Closed ones are worried sick about me (or should I say, my working style). I tend to take things easy and before you know it, I work like a bozo on fire before the deadline, cracking my head up to complete it all. Friends/colleagues are amazed (I guess) because according to them there's no way they could have done it the way I pulled it all off. 

I think I am a spoilt brat when it comes to management. I have.. no wait, need to be reminded. He likes to to do that, which I appreciate. Lets just wait and see how long it stays that way. *wink 

Gees, there are so many things to do! 


Here I am, blogging away. Hey, it's good to blog. It gives me time to reflect. To listen to myself giving critical, judgmental opinions about myself. Or others.

I've been making mental notes to give my working style some makeover, ya' know. I am working on it. Like telling myself again and again to compile my previous evaluated paper works and transform them into credible, quality pieces of well-acclaimed journal articles. Urgh. 

Well, at least I made notes in my mind. Better than nothing. Lol.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Just because...

Tidur selepas Asar

I didn't do it intentionally. I felt asleep and boy it was not good. Period.

I had a weird dream but here's the thing. I am not sure whether a dream is considered a dream when you have it during daytime especially after Asar. It was rather a quick, short dream. One thing for sure, I was with someone whom I cared for and he was close to tears. We were at an entrance of a shopping mall(but no one was there) and he called out for me and he looked sad, his face red-flushed and he was trying to explain something that seemed delicately impossible to understand. I remember staring up at him,eyeing the lines under his eyes and that once cute mole on his cheek.

I woke up so sudden after that. I thought to myself, he might as well in a pretty good condition cos usually we tend to experience the opposite, right? Case closed then.

Friday, January 4, 2013

I hate Richard Parker.

Oh yes I hate him so much. Such negativity injected in my life, so early in the beginning of this humble year of 2013. Nevertheless, I hate Richard Parker, in every aspects. I don't really teach myself to ignite elements of hatred inside of me, no matter how bad I ache for better physical or worse, emotional care and treatment from people, but Richard Parker just hit the bar, man. 

To begin with, he made me cry. Tears of mixed sadness and despair down my cheeks sent me to shocks. I then realized that I haven't cried for so long. Damn you, Richard Parker! 

I am on the verge of tearing up visualizing Pi sobbing like some lunatic kid calling out for you, wishing hard for another glimpse of you. You didn't even look back. Not once. That hurts, Richard Parker. 

If only you glanced. If only. It would have made a huge difference. To Pi. To me. 

I hate you, Richard Parker. 

 P/s: A feedback; a teary entry on "Life of Pi".


I didn't write anything back in 2012. Simply posting a couple of videos; indicators of my feelings at the time. Girlish act you can say there. In fact, I didn't pay much visit and how I wish I should have poured something, anything here because sometimes, it gives me insights on things when I read the posts. *sigh 

 Oh well, I am here now. Can't say the same about other pal bloggers cos' like me, most of them have evaporated into thin air. Looking at the timeframe and when '6 months ago' appears under the blogs' posts, I know they've been caught up with other matters as well. Time does that. Wait no. Life does that. 

I am back thinking that I need to think. To embrace agendas more than just tiptoeing the surface. To recall. 

So yeah. Hello 2013!