Thursday, March 26, 2009

Dont We Love Monkeys ?

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Here they come again. The circus from out of town. A bunch of well trained Monkeys trained to caress their masters with the tip of their tongues. The most loyal kind. So loyal that they are willing to hand their masters the whips so that they'd get whooped.

A bunch of trained apes peacocking each's gusto by singing, reciting poem and drooling cheap tears. So that everyone especially the higher ups would even look just for a while. Even just for a little while. Seriously, these are some serious monkeys.

Dont we love monkeys ? They amuse us to no end..

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The Bucket List. Revisited & Updated.
Current Listen: 2Pac - Still I Rise.mp3

Been thinking this to myself.

Sometimes I just wanna be wrapped in pitch darkness. Lost in thoughts. Far from everything and everyone so that I could fink (read: think). Well, in current context that's just too luxurious. Naiveté. Wishful thinking. Or call it what you may. But if that's the entry fee to the Utopia of beautiful dreams and fascinating wishes - Naive and wishful thinking it is.

So today I snatch the idea of the 'Pitch Darkness'. How, is another story that is of much lesser significance than the outcome. So fuck the hows.

There I was thinking to myself, as I always have, but was just too distracted with variations of daily bullshits and craps to actually visualize them. I therefore concluded loads and am only able to spill these few since there were too many conclusions, they became pointless. But hey..
  • Losing a few pounds of 'Horizontal height' that have rendered me schleepless due to the not so favorable outlook in recent pixels.
  • Tangkap these kind of pixels just for the fun of it:
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The Ha-Ha Dance, as I call it.

Couldn't find a more appropriate pixels of this dance since I dunno whats its name - hence I had to draw it and at the same time disqualifying me to Google the fuck out of it. So apologize to yourselves for failing to inform me better. I've forgiven you on my part, however.

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Been liking this kind of pix for as long as I can remember. The key criteria involves the subject(s), a bright bleu sky and well, I dunno.. good senses ? Fuck it. But yea. This is what I tried to do in Penang but with a puny resemblance in the outcome. (read: The Blog's header)

So lets. With a Blast !

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Cibet - Word of Thy Week.

Cibet. MU kalah lagi. I feel so restless,I can't sleep. No, not because MU kalah or whatever. Tuka tempat tido is one thing I can't compromise when trying to get my eyes to rest. So here I am dreading the hours.

Hrm what should I do now ? Its 3 zero 5 in the A.M and my vision is as clear as when the sun towers the skies. Am up for a very rough night. Very.

Sighs. Should've gone back when I got the chance to.

Friday, March 13, 2009

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Behind A Glass Expression - Thousand Broken Smiles.
Current Listen: The Times - Infra Merah.mp3
Nota Kaki: Makcik's my cuz. Manage to curi the pixels frm her FS.

Who would've thought. Kak Ina dubbed Minah Letupan by none other than The Geniusidally Wise One, Me, behind those squeaky smooth glass expressions, a thousand broken smiles. A secret she hold so dear intact for 6 years. And only known to the stars in the sky that blanket the darkest of nights. And 10s of pillows she wet in solitary.

Bearing the whole weight of the world on her shoulder so that she'd protect the faces that she cares about. To protect them from the unprejudiced debris of the painful affair. How, never would have I grasped.

I have a new found respect for the Makcik. 6 years of silent tears. I would've crumbled. She managed to finish her degree and excel in between. Seriously, what tenacity. She didnt present a single drop of tears when the dude decided to walk away. And he doesnt even know that she wriths in stabbing pain all the while for him. And the tears didnt hide away when she views the dude's FS or when she engages him online (he does Medic somewhere in foreign land). Even now.

I told her just how plenty strong she is and she should know that this isnt gonna last forever and cherish the present moments for she should be joyful that she's gonna come out of this even stronger. Granted that she survives the ordeal. And she will.

Gila ah Makcik, you're ways more twisted than I thought.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The 4 A.M. Post.

The last thing I remembered was replying Sheri's SMS asking me where my father is. A little further down the road, when I all detached senses start to fall in place back again, the clock's face was punched somewhere around 4. Its in the AM. I guess I'll just check on my torrent downloads. And ah there was the heat-preserving mug that I've just bought, to cater my addiction for caffeine and my habit of leaving it for quite some time until it becomes cold enough for me just to pour it into the abyss of the kitchen's sink.

And thats just the most genius-cydal thing to do, given how the clock's face was bruised around 4. I mean here I am, all clear and feeling smarter than ever.

I guess I'll just share some of the recent captions (read:Hepi) from a trip that I was just back from - Penang, Food Heaven, since my relationship with Ms. Pillow has just prematurely ended.

Well that's when I come back.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

A Twenty Five Years YOUNG's First Post.

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Yea finally. The numbers are catching up. Thanx to ye thoughtfoul folks for all the SMSes, well-wishes and what have you. I know, I know am just loveable like that. But don't worry, I luv you too. Janji. X tipu. Pinky swear even. lol.

But hey seriously, thanx... Am flattered really. :"}

Sunday, March 01, 2009

The Deadlock Post.

Am applying for a new job. Well its quite a renowned institution.

Am so hoping that I'll get this deal. I've reached the point here, where enough is just enough. Am given a task too many with all of them tagged - URGENT!!

So tell me how the hell do I prioritize ?

Sales reports on its monthly basis is as is busy as it is. Its a practice full of running high and low just to get the sales' figures of 150 (and still counting) something outlets tabulated - and oh, not to mention ACCURATELY, from a few different sources namely - The System & The People.

Good Lord, when you combine these forces and confront them on your own, the result is genocide. The system relies heavily on the availability of the network and albeit the human factor, so it still pretty much boggles down to the reliant of human perps. Plus the flaws that are seemingly forever make it even merrier.

And when it all seems lost.. Well, you're just gonna lose even more.

Relying on human - the so called retailers, to submit their sales figures to us so that we could charge them on Royalty basis and rentals. How luvly do you think that is ? Granted, there are a few good natured retailers who submit their sales figures on time and didn't twist and turn the figure here and there to their likings. How many of them do you think even exist in the world ? Well chances are as slim as Anne Roxias going on hunger strike.

So now sum it up to complete just a report. And multiply the life-draining efforts to a quadruple of times. What you get is an even more comprehensive weekly sales basis. Single handedly engineered by our new Senior General Manager (SGM). Lovely character, really. So now you do the same exact runs, only just 4 times the effort. INsignificant if you ask me. No am not lying, you bitch !

There you go. Now come the ownership of Point of Sales (POS) machine that I was entrusted with as the guardian. Some people, as loads of them hover over the corporate atmosphere, they would say that its just a matter of sending the retailers the form, get them to fill in all the blanks, deliver the system, bill them accordingly - and zoom your work is done. You score an A. Easy fucks.

If you would just take your time to notice, pause for a bit - Play all the actions again, backwards. What you get in betweens are -
  • Getting the retailers to reach me, which if ever a kucing is gonna have tanduk, maybe they would, or as has become the standard practice, I have to reach them over, rub their shoulders and hand them the forms.
  • Contact them should they fail to resubmit the thing.
  • Coordinate the placement of how many POS for how many tenants.
  • Knowing the exact geographical coordinate of their outlet's location - lest they would have an outlet on top of Mt. Everest and having problems connecting with KLIA's VLAN.
  • Coordination work and liaising with respective departments, who are yet to fall short on staff when the time requires them most.
  • The ever so tangled means of billing and;
  • a few hundred thousand over etcetras more.
Well that is all.

Then come the less twisted scopes, credit control dicks and pussies. The special SM and SGM's office culprits. And a few more that I might have forgotten to mention, which I am terribly sorry of but still fuck you any any ways. Those are the less twisted works, days when I emphasize on those job is the most luvly, so luvlyI could go back home as early as 8.oo PM. Nevermind that it's exceeded 3 hours after the real balik time. But who cares. Those who went back, and me - We are 2 sides of the same coin. We may work under the same roof but am sorry am not your ordinary Joe Breadwinner. Yea right.

So there goes my 2 millions, hence spare your 2 cents if you're planning on a donation spree. Am just tired.. Sometimes I feel like its pointless. They all are. Everyday is another cycle of struggles and pressures. Rarely that I complete one job in a day and move to another one. Instead I juggle everything simultaneously and continue them the next day. So instead of a job settled and another one in progress, its two jobs delayed - since EVERYTHING is urgent.

And the fact that our company has been denied staffs recruitment makes it even more frustrating and surely the light that was seemingly bright at the end of the tunnel, now are no more than a mere few light matches survival - on a pitch black night.

Its noteworthy to say that I do love my job. I love the people, SOME of the colleagues, the environment, the experiences, the chances and the faith that my superiors have given me despite a few of my hiatus(es). The company is nurtured with a good working culture, well the department at least. But its just the point in life, I like to think that everybody have at least one of this point. A point so burdening that motivation is often a distant of home away. Scarce.

Is this goodbye ?