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[Pzah Tagged me... My turn to do the unbelievable. If I don't, what of it?]

RULES: People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I guess one of the weirdest idea I’ve ever had, is to be a Petroleum Engineer. All because I wanted to be close to the sea. I can immerse myself in sea water from the coming of dusk to the break of dawn, regardless of the scorching sun and the swirling sea. I’ve tried and tried and tried to find other tangible reasons for being one. But I can’t. And I do feel embarassed when one of the big shots at work shoots me THE question. Haha. I know. That sounds so lame, but at least I love what I’m doing.

2. I fall head over heels over my laptop or handphone or whatever gadgetry I have on me. I can’t seem to continue with my daily routine without a dose of said gadgets. Not to say that I’m a gadget geek, I don’t give much thought about the specs and I certainly will stare with awe/not-another-geek-look at those who can spew reels of specs on such gadgetry. I guess those things grounds me to life. I guess those things reminds me of what are important to my life.

3. I can stand watching war movies, but not scary movies. But I still do watch. I don’t mind seeing people getting their heads blown to smitherin, but I freak out (but I never show la kan… macho kunun) silently, and will squeeze shut my eyes to block out the images of red eyed floating ghosts. I don’t take well to suspense, and definitely I see dead people after. Hahahahah. War movies, however dumb their plots are, there’s always the cool bombings, the heart wrenching scenes and the feeling of Bush being the ultimate war monger to compensate for it. You can say I get that horrified wonder watching people getting maimed, decapitated or even slaughtered. But I digress war. And I so do wish I could deliver Bush to Afghanistan and let the people there take their pleasure in returning his favour.

4. My writings have always (my my this sounds over the top!) had rave reviews from my friends. And for that I thank them, and continue on writing though I don’t have much to comment on. Even my teachers find my writing to be exceptional. Haha. Ada unsur2 berlagak di situ. Though that is the case, I’m never the wiser in grammatical and spelling areas. My sentences sometimes do not convey its gist, and can even be misinterpreted. I do mix my tenses, I have to test a word’s visual effect on my eyes to confirm it’s spelling. Darn. That doesn’t sound right, but I hope everyone has an idea of what I’m writing about. The thing is, to be considered an exceptional writer, grammar must be flawless, and the spelling of words at the tips of the fingers. Me? I’m neither here nor there. 

5. Picture me in the midst of a shopping spree. I know I need it. I have the money to buy it. I actually love it. I only need to walk with it to the counter, but at the last minute, I’d put it back. I’ve been in this situation so many times. I’m pretty fed up with it. I guess that is why I kept using the same shoes (sampai hancur kasut2 tersebut), same clothes… I just can’t bring myself to part with my money to pamper myself. Weird enough for you?

6. I do not sweat whenever I do aerobics. The next person beside me will have sweat dripping down their armpits (exaggeration intended), and still all I get is a puzzled feeling. I guess my eye-body coordination is the worst among human beings. I have to have time to figure what steps comes next, whether its on the left or right side, and which limbs to move. So don’t expect me to take up aerobics. Its more mind muddling than body toning to me.

Now I have to choose another 6 poor souls to be tagged. For the fun of it, I’m tagging Ridhu the rentan guy, Sarah my ever so faithful commentor, Pdah the kambing gurun, Lynn my good buddy, Namo the busy bee and… Pzah? Nope… Farizzul? Up to the challenge? I reserve my case.

                                             Sky is Falling - Lifehouse

I watch as the daylight crawls|past the shadows hanging on the walls|it’s been a long time since we felt the stain|of yesterday getting in my way|I’m alive but tell me am I free|I got eyes but tell me can I see|the sky is falling and no one knows|it shouldn’t be hard to believe|shouldn’t be this difficult to breathe|the sky is falling and no one knows|you leave me hanging on
only to catch my breath|I got you and I got nothing left|don’t leave me all alone down here|with myself and all of my fear|
I’m alive but tell me am I free|I got eyes but tell me can I see|the sky is falling and no one knows|it shouldn’t be hard to believe
shouldn’t be this difficult to breathe|the sky is falling and no one knows|no one knows
oh no one knows|I’m alive but tell me am I free|I got eyes but tell me can I see
the sky is falling|and no one knows|it shouldn’t be hard to believe|shouldn’t be this difficult to breathe|the sky is falling and no! one knows|the sky is falling and no one knows
the sky is falling|and no one knows

Arghhhh… Dear, dear words, where art thou? Stuck in the realm of writer’s block, or simply not there to begin with?

I’m almost coming to my 24th year of living. Life has been straightforward save for a few hiccups along the way. I have graduated with a degree in Chemical Engineering and now employed by Malaysia’s main feeding bowl. Things are looking good. But there’s still something wrong with the current picture. And I thought I was the only ungrateful daughter among those that I know.

I thought once I started work, I’d actually be living my own life, away from my family (though not THAT far). I almost had it too, except that Abah feels that living in KL is not my cup of tea. My bad for being positioned in KL. I’ve paid the deposit. And since I feel like I’ve cheated on my would-be housemates, I let the money go. And to someone who just started working, it was a substantial amount. KL is a dangerous place for sheltered kids such as I.

As of three months ago, that notion was shattered spectacularly when 3-ekor-parang-weilding-beruks held us captives and forced us of our belongings in our own home.

Living at home has it perks. Free streamyx, a comfortable bed to land on, Astro, washing machine, Mak’s cooking and the list rattles on. Hehe. We’d expect a but after such statement, and I’m here to concur. Imagine having to work late, and your parents calling you, gently asking you to get back home A.S.A.P. On one hand it’s good that they show concern towards me, on the other, its just plain silly to leave an urgent matter at the office to get back home before dark.

And at times, come on guys, I know its part of our nature to hangout at night, even just for Teh Tarik and an exchange of gossip. And whenever we get kinky, a midnight movie might be in the cards. Its just plain illogical to expect we become innocent again after being away from home for 11 years (my case, being the golden-boarding-school-geek and university undergrad), and give up what we come to embrace as our… errrrr… culture (something to that sort).

And again here I thought I was simply acting like an ungrateful daughter. But those that are more family oriented than I, are voicing the same grouses. Being me, I don’t like being restricted, especially after having a huge leeway beforehand. I’ve proven to be a good child, though at times I do fumble. I tell even though I feel my parents will not approve, simply because I want them to trust me. But it seems they still won’t. And surprisingly, it’s the same, be it male or female. Haha.

I should start looking for a place to rent. Or buy. An apartment in KL? That’s a thought… though not as pleasant as I expect it to be.

Get hitched? I said I wanted to live AWAY from family, not away from MY FAMILY. Being home, you have to respect the Abah and the Mak, being married, you have to respect your husband. Where as if you live with your friends, or better still on your own, you are not obligated to answer to anyone (Ouch panas… panas ;P).

And seriously, I need a smartphone. In that I can blog and rant wherever, whenever (and be the pathetic exec who carries her work wherever she goes ;P). That’s another thought.

P/S: Alamak… grumbling my way to sleep again… I seriously need to get a life so that my blog does not sound like the idiot lowlife I’ve become.

Valentine’s around the corner. But what is the significance to my situation? Hehe.

And another 14 days to it, you got yours truly’s birthdate. Tu je. And for that, I wish I may, I wish I might, have a mini, in all its right. Hehe.

If the mini is set to be in other forms than the car, I don’t mind, as long as its a "mini theme".

(Pehhh cam konfiden je ade org nak kasi present… entah2 wish pun tidak ;P)

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE

After all said and done, it’s time to look at the lighter side of an occurance.

Take for instance the daily commute to and from work (haha =P). We tend to flock like sheeps to the door and escalators. If only we could look beyond that point, we could at least afford some breathing space inside the cramp interior of the train. I can only shake my head in disbelief while staring and giggling (wow, I did all 3 at one go?) at the people sardine-packed in front of the doors of the komuter. Not even a metre away from the sea of bodies, are ample standing and breathing spaces, ready to accept tired workers. I could have pushed my way into the train, except that I heard the announcement blaring blur-ly telling another train to the same destination will arrive in 4 minutes time. I took a seat and marveled at the idiocrasy (spelling) of Malaysians, who seemed to love the packed doorway despite a more comfortable standing ground inside. And true to the announcement, another train came not long after, and I could even afford a seat and window view. I could count all the standing bodies on my two hands. It made me smile thinking of the hundreds (iye ke?) of commuters in the previous train, sweating, hot and smelling each other’s armpits (wahahaha!!).

Today I got home, and had an enjoyable conversation with Mak. She was relating how she’d had to threaten the Maybank manager and the Telekom operator since they seemed to be too dumb to understand her complaints. Mak had suspected for sometime that someone was stealing our line for internet proposes (she heard associated noises), and complained to the Telekom complaint line. She was passed from one centre (Kuching) to another (Penang) to another (KL). I know. I gasped at the list of Telekom help centre that she was put through. Again and again she had to explain what was the problem, with the operators discreetly implying that Mak is creating a story, to the point that they almost accused Mak of doing the line-stealing herself. Why would she lodge a complaint if she was the culprit? Where’s the rationale in that? She got fed-up, she lectured the bimbo-fellow about the technicality of the telephone, since she once worked as a technician for Telekom, way way before the operator could talk. Tau terbagak!! And because those people insist on pushing Mak into a corner, she back-lashed by asking to cancel the line, there and then. That person had to pacify Mak by promising to check on her complaint pronto, which is by tomorrow. The cheek that line-stealer person has, they always operate between 10am to 12pm, and would not hesitate to berebut the line with Mak. If only I can get my hands on that jerk (focus on the lighter side!!).

And she had to go through the same thing with her Maybank credit card. She’d been asking for them to stop paying the telephone bill a long long time ago. But the payment cut was still made to this day. Hmm big mistake my man. She flew of the handle and simply said to cancel the credit card. She has a few to choose from anyhow. Haha. Which would have meant a lost business, since nowadays ANYBODY can get a credit card with attractive deals attached. After uttering this threat, did the manager took Mak’s concern with some sincerity. I hope he heeds Mak’s threat.

I laugh at those who think they could get away with toying with Mak. I know I can’t. She may be old, she may be a lady, a petite one at that but she’s a smartass if she wants to be. I wished people would give her credit, and be careful in dealing with her. She’s well educated and has gone through a lot. Haha. Sorry Mak, Kakak cannot help but laugh at those people you fired. And those poeple who still insist that the komuter door is the best place to be.

Bluekkkkk~~