I'm without a car. I met with an accident near Jalan Duta toll last Saturday. One pakcik is trying to cut across lane from Smart Tag lane to the cash lane. I was at the Touch & Go lane. I don't have enough time to break, the right lane is not clear so I can't switch to the right lane, and if I switch to the left lane, the pakcik's car will hit me and I'd probably hit another car on the left lane. So to hit or be hit? I choose to hit. I'm lucky I wasn't even scratched. Things could've been worse.
My car will be in the workshop for 2-3 weeks or so says the mechanic. As a result, I couldn't go to the office on Saturday to prepare for my Monday and Tuesday training. Luckily, I've bought all the things I needed for potluck Raya gathering on Sunday. The gathering was a blast.
Back to my no car situation! On Monday, my brother sends me to a colleague's place so I can car pool. On Tuesday, my colleague was away, so begins my journey with the public transport. I haven't been on the public transport for years. My brother drop me at the nearest commuter station. That morning, I was on the commuter, changed to Putra LRT and then changed to STAR LRT. Don't ask! After work, I went back by bus. In one day, I've used almost all the public transportation available, except monorail.
The walk to get the bus brings back memories of my younger days. The smell from Mamak's restaurant, the smell of diesel and cigarette smoke, it was quite nice to experience it all after so long. But all the walking from one station to another makes me short of breath and that reminds me of my age and my fitness level. The bus didn't stop near my apartment, so I called my brother to drive me there.
Today, I tried stopping at a different station and walk the remaining distance to office. It took me 25 minutes. Sigh! On my way back, my brother's not around so I have to climb the hill with my heels to get to my apartment. Ohhh... I don't need any other exercise if I do this every day. The burning on my thighs are enough to tell me the fat affected. I want my car back....
On an unrelated note, as Murphy's Law has dictated, whatever could go wrong, will go wrong. My Monday and Tuesday training, the system was down the whole of two days. I tried my best to make the best of the situation and cracking my head to find methods to make up for the lack of hands-on training. How glad I am the training was finally over though I can't help feeling bad that the participants were shortchanged without the hands-on training. Sigh!
Sunflower gives the connotation of cheerfulness, bright, jolly, merry... you get the idea! However, if any content in this blog didn't fit the cheerfulness implied by its name, look at it this way... I'm putting down all the wretchedness, gloom, melancholy feeling in here so I can continue living up to the expectation of making the association to the sunflower.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
The Disastrous 'Blind Outing'
This is a story of one of the worst blind outing I've ever experienced. If you don't know what 'blind outing' is, substitute with 'blind date'. Except, it was not really a date. I refuse to call it a date because it is not!
I knew him from the virtual world. We email each other 2-3 times, and then we exchanged SMSes. We did not 'click' with each other. That explains the very very sparse email and SMSes between us. He said he's an artist. Not the artist who sings or acts, but the artist who draws and paints. The first few SMSes from him asked whether he could draw me. The first few SMSes from me said I'm not interested. So then we stopped SMSing each other for a while. He's not interested to get to know me. He just wants a subject for his painting. When I mentioned my blog, he said he's too lazy to read any blogs. There are thousands out there.
I'm not going to force anyone to read my blog. I know my blog is just one from thousands of blogs out there, but if he really wants to get to know me, he should at least show some interest and read my entries. The worst thing, he pretended he has read some of my entries and ask silly questions about a guy I'm supposed to have written in my blog. I have not written about any guy so I asked whether he really read my blog to which he admitted he has not. He just assumed any girl would have written about a guy in their blog. What a stupid assumption!
Well, now I am going to write about a guy. About him, that arrogant artist.
That arrogant artist is also a part-time writer with an unknown professional magazine. I've never heard of it, I never noticed it in the magazine rack. He didn't want to read my blog but kept pushing me to go look for the magazine with his article in it. If you do not want to read my writings, why should I read yours? Well, I simply have no time to look for it. I did look around whenever I bought my monthly must-buy magazines. I never saw it on the rack, so I never bother about it. I thought it didn't exist, but he give me the link to it's online version. OK! So the magazine does exist. It is still unknown to me and very unpopular hahahahaha... He volunteered to give me the last 6 month publications of the magazine for free. I said I don't have the time to meet him.
After that, we still exchange SMSes once in while. Just asking what you're doing and things like that. He's not my enemy so whenever he SMS, I'd politely reply. One day, I have a problem with my car. He asked what I was doing and I replied telling him the predicament I was in. He never replied. He should have the basic courtesy to ask whether I was OK and things like that but he never replied. Not that I expect him to do anything. I'll figure out some way to solve my problem and I did.
After a few days, I send an SMS to him and said what kind of friend do I have. I have car problem and he never asked whether my car or I was OK. To which he replied, he tried to find funny things to say but can't. The truth, I have a lousy friend. To which I fully agree. Heh! And he asked if he could make up for it with dinner. I said there is no need for that.
Then, one day he SMS and asked if we could go out for a drink. I was busy but I said if he can come to my place, not my apartment, just somewhere around the area, I could spare a few minutes for a drink. That was a big mistake. He agreed. He stayed somewhere in Cheras (I have no idea where) and is willing to travel across the continent to have a drink with me. Well, it appears that way because Cheras and my place are like the South and North Pole. So he came and I went out to look for him at one of the many restaurants around. He noticed me first and my first impression of him, 'Oh my God, pls don't let my brother or anyone I know noticed me here.'
How do you expect an artist to dress? Why do artist have to be messy anyway? He's stout, about my height, wearing thick glasses, facial hair all over his face and a shoulder length messy hair. The hair look unwashed too. Is that kurta or some kind of cotton blouse he's wearing? Whoever said looks are not important must be blind or is very very short sighted. A friend said maybe he pretended to be ugly to see how I'd react. If he did, like I care. We can't even have a decent conversation without him annoying me. I don't think politics is a good topic to bring up in a conversation the first time you met someone. If he wanted to talk politics, may I suggest the kedai kopi?
He also made a mistake of assuming where my hometown is. I'm very very annoyed especially when he insisted I'm the one who told him that. Never assume! I'm sure you'll be wrong. When I told him I was born in Seremban and both my parents are from N9, he asked whether we were originally a Minang. I asked what did he meant by 'originally' a Minang? As in the Malays are originally orang asli? I was just being sarcastic. He could pass as an orang asli himself, though I wouldn't dare offend any orang asli with that suggestion. There are many better looking orang asli I've seen than he is.
He asked which university I go to and then he mentioned about how ill-managed my university was, how bad the people in the management were, etc., etc., etc. Oh my God! Who did he think he is? He can't even take care of himself properly and yet he complaints about this and that. I don't care who he knew or where he got his sources of information (if there really is any), but I can't wait for this disastrous outing to end.
Did I mention he scraped his teeth with the end of the drinking straw in between our conversations if you can call our exchange of stupid and sarcastic remarks that? The only silver lining I see from my disastrous outing is, I can write about it in my blog. It would probably make an interesting read.
We soon parted and he managed to say, "See you again some time", like an after thought before I reached my car. I don't think so you arrogant artist. We haven't exchanged any SMSes after that outing. If he did send an SMS, I'd be obliged to give a polite reply. Thankfully, he didn't. He probably couldn't take my sarcasms any more :)
So sue me for giving much importance on look. I may not look like a model but I can proudly say I look like any normal person you see around you. A male colleague said I'm too picky. I will never find the perfect guy. I never said I was looking for a perfect guy. Firstly, try decent and normal. Then, we'll continue from there.
I knew him from the virtual world. We email each other 2-3 times, and then we exchanged SMSes. We did not 'click' with each other. That explains the very very sparse email and SMSes between us. He said he's an artist. Not the artist who sings or acts, but the artist who draws and paints. The first few SMSes from him asked whether he could draw me. The first few SMSes from me said I'm not interested. So then we stopped SMSing each other for a while. He's not interested to get to know me. He just wants a subject for his painting. When I mentioned my blog, he said he's too lazy to read any blogs. There are thousands out there.
I'm not going to force anyone to read my blog. I know my blog is just one from thousands of blogs out there, but if he really wants to get to know me, he should at least show some interest and read my entries. The worst thing, he pretended he has read some of my entries and ask silly questions about a guy I'm supposed to have written in my blog. I have not written about any guy so I asked whether he really read my blog to which he admitted he has not. He just assumed any girl would have written about a guy in their blog. What a stupid assumption!
Well, now I am going to write about a guy. About him, that arrogant artist.
That arrogant artist is also a part-time writer with an unknown professional magazine. I've never heard of it, I never noticed it in the magazine rack. He didn't want to read my blog but kept pushing me to go look for the magazine with his article in it. If you do not want to read my writings, why should I read yours? Well, I simply have no time to look for it. I did look around whenever I bought my monthly must-buy magazines. I never saw it on the rack, so I never bother about it. I thought it didn't exist, but he give me the link to it's online version. OK! So the magazine does exist. It is still unknown to me and very unpopular hahahahaha... He volunteered to give me the last 6 month publications of the magazine for free. I said I don't have the time to meet him.
After that, we still exchange SMSes once in while. Just asking what you're doing and things like that. He's not my enemy so whenever he SMS, I'd politely reply. One day, I have a problem with my car. He asked what I was doing and I replied telling him the predicament I was in. He never replied. He should have the basic courtesy to ask whether I was OK and things like that but he never replied. Not that I expect him to do anything. I'll figure out some way to solve my problem and I did.
After a few days, I send an SMS to him and said what kind of friend do I have. I have car problem and he never asked whether my car or I was OK. To which he replied, he tried to find funny things to say but can't. The truth, I have a lousy friend. To which I fully agree. Heh! And he asked if he could make up for it with dinner. I said there is no need for that.
Then, one day he SMS and asked if we could go out for a drink. I was busy but I said if he can come to my place, not my apartment, just somewhere around the area, I could spare a few minutes for a drink. That was a big mistake. He agreed. He stayed somewhere in Cheras (I have no idea where) and is willing to travel across the continent to have a drink with me. Well, it appears that way because Cheras and my place are like the South and North Pole. So he came and I went out to look for him at one of the many restaurants around. He noticed me first and my first impression of him, 'Oh my God, pls don't let my brother or anyone I know noticed me here.'
How do you expect an artist to dress? Why do artist have to be messy anyway? He's stout, about my height, wearing thick glasses, facial hair all over his face and a shoulder length messy hair. The hair look unwashed too. Is that kurta or some kind of cotton blouse he's wearing? Whoever said looks are not important must be blind or is very very short sighted. A friend said maybe he pretended to be ugly to see how I'd react. If he did, like I care. We can't even have a decent conversation without him annoying me. I don't think politics is a good topic to bring up in a conversation the first time you met someone. If he wanted to talk politics, may I suggest the kedai kopi?
He also made a mistake of assuming where my hometown is. I'm very very annoyed especially when he insisted I'm the one who told him that. Never assume! I'm sure you'll be wrong. When I told him I was born in Seremban and both my parents are from N9, he asked whether we were originally a Minang. I asked what did he meant by 'originally' a Minang? As in the Malays are originally orang asli? I was just being sarcastic. He could pass as an orang asli himself, though I wouldn't dare offend any orang asli with that suggestion. There are many better looking orang asli I've seen than he is.
He asked which university I go to and then he mentioned about how ill-managed my university was, how bad the people in the management were, etc., etc., etc. Oh my God! Who did he think he is? He can't even take care of himself properly and yet he complaints about this and that. I don't care who he knew or where he got his sources of information (if there really is any), but I can't wait for this disastrous outing to end.
Did I mention he scraped his teeth with the end of the drinking straw in between our conversations if you can call our exchange of stupid and sarcastic remarks that? The only silver lining I see from my disastrous outing is, I can write about it in my blog. It would probably make an interesting read.
We soon parted and he managed to say, "See you again some time", like an after thought before I reached my car. I don't think so you arrogant artist. We haven't exchanged any SMSes after that outing. If he did send an SMS, I'd be obliged to give a polite reply. Thankfully, he didn't. He probably couldn't take my sarcasms any more :)
So sue me for giving much importance on look. I may not look like a model but I can proudly say I look like any normal person you see around you. A male colleague said I'm too picky. I will never find the perfect guy. I never said I was looking for a perfect guy. Firstly, try decent and normal. Then, we'll continue from there.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
The Weeks That Were
The next time someone tries to make "brilliant" deduction of my hometown or origin, I'd tell him or her I'm from Zimbabwe or Timbuktu.
The next time you forgot your eye make up cleaner, try Vicks Vaporub. I did just that when I went back to my mom's house last Raya. I have 3 eye make up cleaner and I forgot to bring even one. I'm not going to hassle myself by going to the shops to buy another one so I cleaned my waterproof mascara with Vicks in order for me to be able to perform my prayer. You have to be careful though to apply it only on your eyelashes. Avoid your eyes at all cost or you're going to pay the price. I tried Vicks because we used Axe Brand Oil or famously known as Minyak Cap Kapak by the locals, to clean liquid paper smeared on our hands when we run out of thinner during school time a long time ago. So probably any type of 'minyak angin' can do the trick. I dare not try Axe Brand Oil anywhere near my eyes. Vicks is milder. (Caution: Follow at your own risk)
Now I know for sure I'm fat with fat and not fat with water/liquid since I only loss 1 kg during the fasting month despite controlling what ate. For that, I managed to button up two of my kebayas I can't wear previously. I have many more clothes I want to fit into but I have to make more effort for that. OK.. OK... I'm far from fat but you get what I mean. I have to loose some weight to avoid wasting so many clothes that I can't wear now. A colleague loose 4-5 kg during Ramadhan and I envy him so much. But I think he'll put on weight as fast as he loose it after the fasting month too so I'm going to stick with loosing weight slowly.
I got praise for my chicken rendang :)
I know now I have a kinesthetic learning style. I learn by doing. Having said that, most of us have combination learning styles. I learn by visuals too. Auditory is the learning style I preferred least. I'm sure for many people too. So why do we have to sit and listen to lectures in our education system?
My work schedule is already full until January next year. Sigh! Can't take any leave until February. I must plan my annual leaves from now or I'd end up not able to utilize any of my leave due to work commitments. I badly need a holiday.
This morning, I got my first nasi lemak after soooo.... long. I think I haven't had any even before Ramadhan, but then, when it is not fasting month, we wouldn't crave for the things we can easily get. And then, the fasting month, followed by Raya. After a few days, I started with my 6 days fasting. Finally, I celebrated my second Raya today :) Ohhh.. the nasi lemak tasted so heavenly.
After an extremely busy work schedule, I can't think of anything to write. Sigh!
The next time you forgot your eye make up cleaner, try Vicks Vaporub. I did just that when I went back to my mom's house last Raya. I have 3 eye make up cleaner and I forgot to bring even one. I'm not going to hassle myself by going to the shops to buy another one so I cleaned my waterproof mascara with Vicks in order for me to be able to perform my prayer. You have to be careful though to apply it only on your eyelashes. Avoid your eyes at all cost or you're going to pay the price. I tried Vicks because we used Axe Brand Oil or famously known as Minyak Cap Kapak by the locals, to clean liquid paper smeared on our hands when we run out of thinner during school time a long time ago. So probably any type of 'minyak angin' can do the trick. I dare not try Axe Brand Oil anywhere near my eyes. Vicks is milder. (Caution: Follow at your own risk)
Now I know for sure I'm fat with fat and not fat with water/liquid since I only loss 1 kg during the fasting month despite controlling what ate. For that, I managed to button up two of my kebayas I can't wear previously. I have many more clothes I want to fit into but I have to make more effort for that. OK.. OK... I'm far from fat but you get what I mean. I have to loose some weight to avoid wasting so many clothes that I can't wear now. A colleague loose 4-5 kg during Ramadhan and I envy him so much. But I think he'll put on weight as fast as he loose it after the fasting month too so I'm going to stick with loosing weight slowly.
I got praise for my chicken rendang :)
I know now I have a kinesthetic learning style. I learn by doing. Having said that, most of us have combination learning styles. I learn by visuals too. Auditory is the learning style I preferred least. I'm sure for many people too. So why do we have to sit and listen to lectures in our education system?
My work schedule is already full until January next year. Sigh! Can't take any leave until February. I must plan my annual leaves from now or I'd end up not able to utilize any of my leave due to work commitments. I badly need a holiday.
This morning, I got my first nasi lemak after soooo.... long. I think I haven't had any even before Ramadhan, but then, when it is not fasting month, we wouldn't crave for the things we can easily get. And then, the fasting month, followed by Raya. After a few days, I started with my 6 days fasting. Finally, I celebrated my second Raya today :) Ohhh.. the nasi lemak tasted so heavenly.
After an extremely busy work schedule, I can't think of anything to write. Sigh!
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