Christmas 2013

It's the time of my favourite holiday again! This year I have learned to let go of how people are abusing the meaning & spirit of Christmas, when you have non-Christians celebrating with gift-exchanging, Christmas dinner, Christmas matchmaking session or whatever they can think of.

Managed to drag him along to church this year. It's super crowded this year in church that it ran out of seats. We had to sit at the hallway staring at screen throughout the whole session. And if it's not because my MIL reminded me, I totally forgot to wish my family. Honestly, I felt bad. I completely forgot about them. I never failed to wish them every year. But come to think about it, in the meantime they didn't wish me as well. What happened to us?

Have we become hypocrites to each other? Has whatever happened created a gap or distance between us? Is he right? I feel like I don't know them anymore, or should I say, I feel like I have never known them before. Not the way he knows his parents.

The day before, he was complaining about me playing piano. I then commented that he's just like my mum who always complained that my practises are disturbing her peace. Then, he stopped & left me alone to continue. How long do I have to put up with this? That I am stuck in between. Can I no longer go home for Chinese New Year? Can I no longer call that my home? Will he alone be enough to sustain my psychological need for a family?

The open wound has been around for more than a year. This is just something I have to live with until God knows when.

I have been working extra for the company, but I realised recently this may be to no avail. Which I am currently contemplating whether I should give my all to it. As much as I enjoy what I'm doing, I start to feel that there's no point doing it when no one gives a shit or appreciates. I am not asking for anything more than a 'thank you' reply or a pat at the back. I am not the type of person who will like to take credit or shine intentionally to prove my existence or whatever shit. However, the company has been making me feel very insecure that I feel that everytime I go on leave, I will be replaced or made equal with someone who is hardly half my capability & passion towards this field. Of course, this is not based on no ground. I need to rethink my contribution wisely & make moves. Being a HOD is no easy task. A lot of readings to do to seek balance between respect, fear, hate & staff productivity.

And it's Christmas! I have been thinking if I should start letting go & forgiving someone. It is really hard. I am seriously thinking to just tell myself I am not ready & let the hatred burn inside of me for another year. I know I have been saying bad things and giving opportunity for him to piss me off, but I can't help it. I don't like to lie, I can follow all 10 commandments; but I am just not a forgiver. Of course I curse too.

Will knowing that someone is suffering make me forgive? Now where is my Christmas spirit?

Vacation, Work, Work, Work, Vacation

We spent a week in Bangkok in July. It was by far my favourite vacation. We literally just did whatever we felt like doing whenever we wished. I don't think I need to elaborate about the city about how inexpensive the food is and how dirt cheap the apparels & others are.

I am still happy with the company. Basically, I just do what I enjoy doing; at the same time, trying to care less about other crap.

Oh yea, I just got promoted! All this while, all my pay raise came from company hopping. So, this is the first time in my life that I have actually earned what I have worked so hard for.

Property management is no easy task. Especially with the current trend of developers building mixed commercial buildings - so you have office suites, retail units, shopping mall & residential suites altogether.

All the sleepless nights and unclaimed naps are paid for, at last. Self-motivation was very important during this period, just like the old days in university.

Someone fell from bike and ended up spending a couple of nights in the hospital end of September. Promised never to ride on bike again, the temptation is now back. Attempting to hypnotise (persuade) me to let him sit on a superbike, it is hard to resist as superbikes are cool. Anyway, it is still a NO.

Planning on more trips next year, Bali, Tokyo and Florida with pit stop at Taipei.

 It's November already and my hair is long again. Last I cut my hair was in a random saloon in Bangkok while he grabbed a pine of beer waiting for me.

Marriage life is getting better & better. He is currently in Siem Reap on his own vacation without me. Short separation does work better than newly wed in making hearts fonder! I thought I would enjoy being single for a few days. But the fact is I couldn't do it at all. Well, this is marriage - love hate relationship!

My mind is very scattered now. Can't compose full story. I shall be back when my eyes are able to open wider.

Lastly, I would like to pray that I will not lose my identity no matter how I age and how the society and company hierarchy will use their best way to distort my identity.

505 UBAH 五零五 改政府

5th May 2013 marks a remarkable day in our country's history. I see we are all united & passionate about making Malaysia a better place & getting rid of what we believe a corrupted ruling government.

Since the day the Parliament was announced to be dissolved, the nomination day, everyone has been talking about politics, parties. Everyone, as a citizen, is trying their best go raise awareness to fellow citizens that voting is our chance, our rights; that everything is related to politics and do not say you don't care. Because whatever happens will totally affect our daily lives, our future & our next generation's future, our economy, our health.

I, on the other hand, has deliberately let go of my chance, my rights. I should have gone back but I didn't. I thought that it wouldn't make any difference if I flew back because the racial ratio in my state determines we can never outrun the corrupted party. Because I thought there is no awareness in our fellow aborigines. Because I thought we couldn't make a difference. & I didn't want to waste money to buy flight ticket to go back. I then decided to vote by postal. In the end, my excuse is I was too busy till I forgot.

Well, instead of soaking myself in guilt, I am offering my prayers that in the hands of God, everything will be in place. That we must have hope that we can make a difference.

I don't know about politics. I just started to learn about all these because hubby is a journalist.

Of End, Wedding & Sight

It's April 2013. The world didn't end, so our reception could go on the very next day. I couldn't care much about losing weight or whatsoever. Because hey, it's my wedding. As long as I'm happy, I don't care what you say. It's this stupid Asian thinking that you have to look like thin tiny skeleton for you to look nice in your gown. Bah, bollocks!

3 days after reception, it was Christmas. He bought a Christmas tree because I couldn't stop asking for it. We had barbeque that night. It was fun.

Before my reception, I have changed job. Again. In a different industry, but same profession. With some add-on surprises which I only got to know after I've started working. I have just passed my probation. First time experiencing 6-months probation. Company policy. It felt forever. Hey it is half a year.

Then it was honeymoon. We went to China. Seriously no sense of belonging at all. He was the one who suggested China. & the Great Wall was really not that great. Well, I guess if you commercialise any historical place, you'll ruin it. We went to Beijing, Shanghai & Hangzhou. The food there was absolutely not anywhere near my range of acceptance. Though I have to admit, the country is really beautiful. But the people there......, I will elaborate next round. Should have just stick to Maldives. No worries, it's on our next destination list.

We bought a new house, sold the old one. Construction will complete in Jan 2015. Found a place nearby to rent until handover of new house. The developer of the renting house has done the job outrageously poor! All the problems we've had since the first day we moved in! Don't care to list out though.

It is a frustrating experience when you receive poor customer service which can't help to ease your process of shifting. My internet service provider is one, the one & only monopolising in the market. I have set my principles to never shout at them all for the sake of empathy & understanding as I am in the same field. But seriously a local similar industry has so much difference from an international one! What were they thinking when setting up the service centre? I have written to MCMC & FOMCA.

Period. Whether they decide to entertain me is another story.

Well, this is just a brief catch up. If you guys are expecting something more in-depth, sorry! I will do so in my next round. As you know, I have A LOT to say! *grin*

Till next time. Tata.

Upside Down

好久没写文了。很想写，但都没灵感。终于有点idea，可是又不知要打中文还是英文。想的东西很散。有些要写中文才有感觉，有些要英文。

现在正一边听歌，一边写。找回以前的感觉了，可是就是觉得少了什么。好像生活没有了乐趣。我也好像麻木了，很懒的去想。有时一直想，是不是找到一个听得懂中文的，他就肯定了解我多一点。可是，不会英文，我又觉得好像思想不同，沟通不来。

我还是老样子，超爱观察四周。不过有时真的想得很累，因为人真的很难了解的。尤其是在大城市，如果你总是要去猜测，推测每个人做的每件事背后的原因，你会想爆脑。正如我星期五早上去戏院看戏，结果戏院超过一半坐满了。

还有我还是百思不得其解，为什么每个星期四下班时间都很塞车，搞得我不喜欢星期四上班。

最近治安很差，到处都是抢劫案，搞得大家人心惶惶。现代的枪匪很没人性，连老人家都不放过。抢钱就抢嘛！为什么非要伤人？政府当然也不理人民死活。咳！是不是真的要认真考虑移民了？

近来的感慨就是人心越来越可怕。我永远无法理解为什么世上竟有这种人存在。我知道世上人口这么多，人人风格不同。但是文明难道真的这么沦陷吗？明明是条马路，就因为你不想多走几步路，竟然可以泊车在路上，把路封住。我真的惊叹，世上没教养的人，最近拼命在我生活出现。家附近开了个庙。那天，有个人星期六一大早去拜神，居然把车停在家门口，而且连字条也没留。结果，他要出门时，发现被困了，车主也久久没出现。后来被逼去搭公车，当然不忘留字条破骂那位先生。希望他看得懂英文和脏话。

我个人真的无法忍受这么没有公德心的人。还有，愚蠢的人。我这份工，我已经预料会见识到这些满脑长草的人，我也不想多说了。总之，结论是，如果你以为那些西方/欧美人都是说话有经大脑的，那你就大错特错了。不过最经典的当然还是我们亚洲人。在我们这区呢，你只能用另外一个观点去衡量了-就是家教和礼貌。因为就算如果你笨，可是你非常有礼貌，你还是会被原谅的。当然你还是最好一点就通啦。

我是不是变了？好像更不近人情了。我没别的意思，我还是那个让位给老人家，不乱丢垃圾的我。我还是那个爱环保的，友善的我。但是如果你了解我，一旦我讨厌一个人，那你几乎就没有挽转的余地。

世界颠倒了，歪理也变对了。男的不像男的；小孩不像小孩，竟开枪射父母；火车位给行李坐，人要站着，物主竟无动于衷。不过，世界越是混乱，当你看到还有有心人，越是欣慰。你会觉得世界还有希望，因为还有人和你一样，没那么被污染。

很想找回少年的感觉，很想像以前那么浩浩荡荡。很多人羡慕我无忧无虑，看似不羁的性格。现在我应该失去了那个感觉和性格。其实我不甘心，可是却很无奈地被逼接受我必须变成现在的我。他说他很羡慕我可以这么无拘无束，好像全世界都不关我的事。我感觉到我慢慢变成没灵魂了。我知道自己要追求什么，可是现实上却有心无力了。是不是我不满足？

刚刚下载完我和僵尸有个约会，全三季，超开心的。我很爱看吸血鬼的戏。我知道，这与我的个人宗教信仰有出入。可是，我很渴望可以在世上有永生。这样，我不用去顾虑我每件事所需要的时间，又或者总是因浪费了时间而感到心痛。我可以慢慢计划，不必被世俗的一切捆绑，做自己想做的事。

可是，那个世界好像复杂很多，就不是你死了就上天堂那么简单。那我是不是又在自找烦恼？但是，想深一层，现在的世界也好不了多少。如果我是僵尸，我还用怕那些没用的强匪？

Everything God does is Perfect

A page shared this on Facebook. The message is very simple, but not everyone can do it. I truly believe in this & I wish I can have the heart of the servant one day. We all need to learn. Christian or not.


A King had a male servant who, in all circumstances always said to him;
My king, do not be discouraged
because everything God does is perfect,
no mistakes.
One day, they went hunting and
a wild animal attacked the king,
the servant managed to
kill the animal but
couldn't prevent his majesty
from losing a finger.
Furious and without showing gratitude,
the King said;
if God was good,
I would not have been attacked
and lost one finger.
The servant replied;
Despite all these things,
I can only tell you that God is
good and everything He does is perfect,
He is never wrong.
Outraged by the response,
the king ordered the arrest of his
servant.
Later, he left for another hunt
and was captured by savages
who use human beings for
sacrifice.
In the altar, the savages found
out that the king didn't had 
one finger in place, he was
released because he was
considered not "complete" to be
offered to the gods.
On his return to the palace,
he authorized the
release of his servant and said;
My friend, God was
really good to me.
I was almost killed but for lack
of a single finger I was let go.
But I have a question;
If God is so good, why did He
allow me to put you in jail?.
He replied; My king, if I had gone
with you,
I would have been sacrificed 
because I have no missing finger.


Everything God does is perfect, He
is never wrong.
Often we complain about life,
and the negative things that
happen to us, forgetting
that nothing is random,
and that everything has
a purpose.
God knows why he chose you to
receive this message today, 
please bless someone with it by sharing it. 
Everything happens for a reason, 
things do happen for the best.

黑与白

这是发生在美国的真实故事。

白人妇女带着6岁大的儿子出远门，叫来了计程车，司机是位黑人。

这6岁的儿子从未见过黑人，心中非常的害怕，问妈妈：『这人是不是坏人，怎麽会长得黑噜噜？』 黑人司机听了很难过。 此时白人妇女告诉儿子：『这位司机叔叔，不是坏人，他是一个很好的人。』

儿子沉默半晌再问道：『既然他不是坏人，那他是不是做了什麽坏事，所以天父在惩罚他』黑人听了泪水在眼眶中打转，他很想知道这白人妇女怎样回答？ 妈妈说：『他是个很好的人, 也没有做坏事。 咱们家花园的花、有红、有白、有黄…是『是啊！是啊！』

『那花的种子是不是都黑色的？』孩子想了一下，『对啊！都是黑的。』『黑色的种子，开出色彩鲜美的花朵，让这世界多采多姿，是不是？』 『是啊！』孩子恍然大悟地说： 『那司机叔叔不是坏人喽！感谢司机叔叔，您让这世界多采多姿，我要为您祈祷。』

天真的孩子在一旁祷告着，黑人司机的泪水夺眶而下，心想：『为黑人被世人瞧不起身，今日，这位白人妇女如此温婉地教导孩子，解除孩子心中对我的恐惧，为我祈祷与祝福，真得好好的谢谢她。』

此时，目的地到了，黑人司机坚持不收钱，他说：“小时曾问过母亲同样的问题，母亲说我们是黑人，注定低人一等，如果她换成你的回答，今

这是第二次看到这篇文章。第一次收到这个电邮时，都没分享出来。

希望大家都可以有那位妈妈的见地；我也在努力着。

What Happens When You Die

I thought of just posting it here.

Your funeral feels surreal. Faces from your past and present are suddenly all in the same place, smiling and crying and celebrating your life. Your loved ones are hugging each other and saying goodbye to you, but they haven’t really accepted yet that you’re gone. They never really will. Your presence is still felt everywhere. When your loved ones squint they can almost see your fingerprints glowing on everything you touched. Doorknobs and light switches, shoelaces and silverware. It’s like you’re still here, just out of reach, and your voice is still so clear, just distant, coming from another room.

Your obituary seems uncanny, both unreal and hyperreal, like a piece of fiction that’s somehow become a fact. Your loved ones read it once, twice, again and again. They read between the lines. There are stories hidden within that brief paragraph. There are chapters. Volumes. So much goes unsaid. Your loved ones glance at all those other obituaries printed on the page and imagine all the other recently deceased out there, and all those other loved ones. They are strangers, united by grief. The living left behind by the dead.

And that’s what’s so strange too, that your death isn’t front page news. It’s buried in the obituaries section, the graveyard of the newspaper. Meanwhile the rest of the paper is tattooed with the usual ink stains. Weather and war, gossip and sports, op-eds and crosswords. Your death belongs with the puzzles: it’s a sudoku without any numbers, impossible to solve.

The world is cruel in its obliviousness. Offers for new credit cards addressed to you continue to arrive in the mail. They pile up in the recycling bin, unopened.

Your phone number is still saved in your loved ones’ cellphones. They’ll never delete it. Your email address still pops up in the To field, and it haunts them every time.

Photographs of you take on more weight. A 5×7 inch glossy photo of your naturally smiling face weighs 3.5 ounces, but it may as well weigh a hundred pounds. Your joyful gaze transcends two dimensions.

Your emails become digital mementos. Every book you inscribed, every card you sent, every gift you gave takes on new gravity, exerting its own pull on the soul, a bittersweet black hole to be cherished from time to time, then placed back on the shelf. These objects can’t replace you, but their presence helps solidify your absence.

Your loved ones couldn’t forget you even if they tried. Artifacts are everywhere, scattered through the mundane world of sights and sounds. Your sandwich on the menu. Your song on the radio. At first the unexpected reminders sting, and your loved ones wish those things would respectfully disappear, wish restaurants would stop serving Reubens and radio stations would stop playing The Temptations. But eventually the sting lessens, until it barely feels like they’re being stung, and your loved ones order your favorite sandwich, and hum along to your favorite song.

Life goes on without you. Time doesn’t pause. Students go to school. Workers go to work. Meals get prepared and eaten. Money exchanges hands. Jokes are told. TV shows broadcast new episodes. Gas tanks get filled. Dishwashers get emptied. Dogs bark. Cats nap. Birds sing in trees. The sun rises and sets, rises and sets. Perhaps that’s the hardest thing of all to accept, that everything in the world just keeps on going without you in it.

Acceptance comes in slow stages over the months and years following your death, and nevertheless sometimes upon waking from a dream about you, it’s hard to believe you’re forever gone. The dream gets dismissed as just a dream even though a part of the dreamer knows it was you, saying hello.

You weren’t perfect. You were better than perfect. You were good. You were warmth and wit, kindness and integrity, welcoming arms after a long flight home. You loved this place, this planet. You loved it in a way that only you could, and your love lingers in everything you left behind. Your family and friends. Your work. Your books and movies and TV shows. Your food and music. Your house. Your neighborhood. Your evening walks. Your now empty shoes. Your expired passport, which took you everywhere.

You loved. You are loved. You will be missed.


-Taken from Thought Catalog.com

Walking Through Everything

It will be 3 months this coming Thursday of me working in SLIM. Probation test is coming up. But let's not talk about that first.

Okay, the routine. Anniversary gone, Valentine's gone, birthday gone. Oh! I've gone through my ROM. I'm legally a married lady. Many kept asking me why I got married so young, why I wore that during my ROM. Please don't ask anymore. As long as I'm happy,  why should you bother? And there are things beyond my control, for example, what I do or wear. Besides, I don't think what I wear is the most important thing in this event. At least that's not how I prioritise my stuffs and I don't give a shit about how others do this particularly similar event. Just be supportive, if not, shut your mouth. If you're not a friend, please. Just fuck off.

I'm hooked to this website where random people write articles about random topics with catchy titles. I particularly loved this one article recently - What happens when you die (I've shared it on a post after this).

The next morning after reading it, I walked past a stall which I do almost every day. That morning, the uncle who was selling the kueh was not there. Left there was a note on the truck by his family that he's met an accident & passed away the day before & they apologised for not being able to serve anymore.

A week later, another uncle came and set up a stall there & life goes on.

I moved out from PJ last week & moved in to Klang. I miss PJ, but of course, I'm learning to like the new place. Over some time, I realised I'm fairly numb of changes, which is not a good sign.

With all the changes going on, what I wish most is to keep my identity. I know it's quite hard, especially when you're starting a new life. When you no longer live alone & can do whatever you want whenever you want. Everything will be on schedule and with plan. No more act on the spot - unless you have the luxury to do so, which, in this case, it is TIME.

That's what everyone worries about - losing your own self polluted by the cruelty of society, the overwhelming other half, the numbness of conscience. Well, maybe not everyone worries about that. Some will just let all these take over them.

I will try my very best to keep what I'm proud of & like about myself.

Happy Easter Day, peeps!

Last Day at The Longest Job

The first job in my life started on 3rd June 2010. Worked for 3 months, then another 2 & a half months. Then this job took me 13 months. The longest so far.

On my last day, 6th January, they held a farewell for me, Juin & Danny. Their last days are later but since they're nearing, so we just celebrated it together.

It's really harder to leave the longer you stay. We have bonded though it's just one year. Not a long period, not a short one too. Could feel that they all didn't want me to leave. Arrr, of course, their new "supervisor" is an expert in selfishness & torturing. It's the ruling of Dark Age now.

When I got home, they started to text & whatsapp me, telling me they are already missing me.

Awww. *heartbreak* I will miss you guys! It was a nice job, I enjoyed it. But too bad, things are falling apart. Some people just think that playing politics is a must in office. But that's not the reason I left. That's the reason I'm GLAD that I left. To Juin & Danny, I would like to say, "Good on you!"

Special thanks to Juin, my senior who taught me everything, protecting my ass everytime, saving me from screwing up, & scolding me all the time. I have to admit, I kind of hated it initially but then, I finally realised, you wouldn't do that if you didn't care. How understanding am I! I will miss you! All the best in Singapore!

Even until today, they're still calling me, complaining to me about their assignments and that they have no one to turn to since I'm not around anymore. I feel bad that there's nothing I could do to change the situation. 

Felt bad when I turned off my alarm on Sunday night, felt bad when I woke up on Monday morning worrying about them. Gosh, I became a nanny, seriously! Hmm, I wonder when I'll forget all your employee IDs, mobile numbers, skill matrix, all the part numbers & your planner schedule.

You guys, stay strong! (screaming inside "Leave while you still have the chance!"). I had fun at the farewell! Miss you always!

The Doomed Year

Arrr, everyone is with this crap that this world is ending 21st December this year. So, they asked us to cherish, endure & enjoy the last Christmas because you might not get to celebrate it anymore.

Should you just quit your job & do whatever you wish until then, and if it doesn't happen, you may resume to work? What kind of leave will you call this?

I spent my new year eve boringly at boyfriend's place watching Iron Man on cable. I wanted to go somewhere for countdown but it'd be jammed everywhere & you have to leave earlier in order to avoid the jam. Then you came home feeling sticky all over your body. The thought of it made me cancel the plan. So, then I went up to watch my favourite TV series & slept after an hour or so while he fell asleep when the fireworks started to ruin the night.

Watched Sherlock Holmes II on the 1st day of New Year. Robert & Jude are still hot. Enjoyed the movie despite the emptiness. It's the same every year. Everyone is posting or asking about new year resolutions while I, on the other hand, have nothing in mind as usual. I haven't stopped wondering, is it because I am just simply careless or I really have nothing to ask for?

Well, after thinking hard, I do have one ultimate goal in mind. Other than that, I think life is working fine for me.

I have everything I want. Those I wish I have, I believe they will come to me. Those I cannot have, I won't push it. It's not like I would die without them.

All the things that matter, are that everyone I care are safe & happy, & I am safe & happy. This will be good enough.

Happy New Year, everyone. Whatever that's going to happen, you know you should always live your day to the fullest. Be a better person this year. You can still curse all you want but be nice to people ya. Love.

Another Christmas

Without being at home, Christmas just gets more meaningless every year & I'm nearing to not feeling anything anymore. The only unchanged thing is I still feel unnamed anger when the non Christians publish their wishlist all over their social networks. The true meaning & essence of Christmas has been twisted.


It's just so stupid. People give reason to shop for Christmas, then they have Christmas special speed dating. Christmas sales & offers, that, I get it. And also people feel extra lonely & depressed when they're alone on this day.


Gosh, come on, for you non Christians, it's just another Public Holiday. Stop dropping the pathetic bomb. Grow up please, whatever age you are.


I spent this Christmas early morning in church. And even in church, it's just another service. Nothing special. Everyone was the same. No one is extra friendly or extra joyful. Maybe this is the disease that every citizen in big city has. Someone said that I chose the wrong church to go to. No comment on that.


So, during this festival, I miss home sorely. & I promised myself hard that next year I'll go home for Christmas & Thanksgiving.


Well, I'm sure everyone had fun this Christmas? How was your Christmas shopping?

Another Reunion

Dad, mum & sis just came & left last week. Had been looking forward till I couldn't sleep the night before meeting them.
Took a week leave to go to dad's neck of the woods.
Hadn't been there for 2 - 3 years, I think. Things are more or less the same in the town area.
How weird it is that when I go back with my family, it looks like a town that I'm familiar with.
The roads, the landmarks & all.
But when I go with boyfie & family, it feels like a totally different place. As if I've never been there in my whole life.
Went for the my favourite local dishes. Galloped a glass of old town white coffee & got myself a 3-day stomach ache for that. Yes, I'm coffee intolerant. Not caffeine; I love tea. Hmm, as much as I appreciated it, it's still not worth the torture.
It's not many drops of enzymes or propolis could really help.


Dad went for high school reunion for the 1st time of his life after 30 years.
He came back around 2 a.m. It's not a regular thing, okay.
Everyone was going to sleep. So, I offered to wait for him because we didn't have spare keys for the house. Couldn't sleep in peace till he got back.
You can't be too careful.
After all, these are people you've not met for 30 years.
One day, someone just found you on Netlog & said he's your schoolmate.
They can be anyone they say they are.
But I admit I was amusingly paranoid.
Didn't tell anyone though.


The following day, dad's childhood friend, Uncle Tai took the liberty to bring us around the whole day. Breakfast, coffee break, then his neighbourhood tour. After picking us up from the mall, he decided to drive us to Kampar to pay my brother a surprise visit.
So, off we went & he was surprised. Happy to see us, sad to leave us even though he knows he's going to see us again in a while when he's going back for semester break.
Forever an emo boy!


One of the things that I really would like to shout out to humans is Stop thinking Money is more precious than Time.
I didn't realise since when I've been holding to this motto, but I'm a strong believer.
I will not line up for anything if it's going to be more than 15 minutes. Half an hour if I'm in good mood.
Queueing up for food, big bang sales, etc. is not worth any minute of my time at all.
No food has made me feel I don't mind waiting for it.
I will wait for books & people. Not free gifts or buy one free one promotion.
Believe me, I am very patient when it comes to waiting.
All thanks to my dad who always forgot to pick me up from school or tuition.
Given that there was no spare of mobile from my dad, I learned to endure the torture & enjoy the process. I mean the waiting.
Clothes - on the other hand, I would like to stay unclassified.
Of course, it all depends of the degree of likeness & the length of queue.
But in general, I would think that I can always get better ones & nice clothes will never stop being designed. So, why the rush?


When I posted "I use money to buy time", it appeared that everyone thought I spent money for shopping during free time. And I know why is that. I meant, I use money to save time. I would rather pay more to reach my destination than having to wait for an hour for the bus. I would rather go for normal price than having to queue up for some promotions. Of course, if there's no queue, I wouldn't mind. Well, why spend more if you can save? After all, my point is my priority is Time, not Money. It doesn't mean Money is not important to me. But of course, time will come when you have no choice but to choose Money over Time.


I've tendered my resignation last week while I was on leave.
I've been backstabbed for the first time at work. It felt awesome. I was pissed as I didn't like being blamed for something which was not my fault.
After a while, I just left it & didn't give a fuck.
Again, I feel pity for you. Your world can be as tiny as your dick. Or pussy.
If this is the meaning of life to you, I will let you enjoy it. I can only laugh at you, with despise.


Going to enter another phase of life. New job, new environment, I'm still excited.
Hope I won't be polluted by the numbness of the society. Just don't want to end up like any other person with no passion for work or life anymore. Robotic, meaningless life is one of my biggest fear.


I look forward to the new job. I trust things will just get better & better.
I believe in the hands of God, I am sheltered.