Sometimes, people just want to be left alone, even if they are the extremely extrovert type.
follow me on tweet!Sometimes, people just want to be left alone, even if they are the extremely extrovert type.
Finally – the Maya nonsense is over and done with, and the world gets to enjoy a whole new Millennia ahead of it without any more of the Armageddon-type failed prophecies! (hmm… or are there any more?!)
So with every new year comes New Year Resolutions. Whether or not they are being fulfilled are not important, as I believe making New Year Resolutions implied the one is having the thoughts and looking forward to a better life and a better year.
I have one last year, that is to enjoy my 2012. Well, I did go slightly overboard on diving/vacation trips which resulted in a very flat purse and blank bank account.. And somehow somewhere along the line manage to get myself a nice and sweet man. hohoho~ ^^
The needs. The wants. The demands.
The obligations. The expectations. The supposition.
The noise, the noise, THE NOISE!
has drown everything else,
and overstretched .
Can we all have some peace and quiet, please.
They say, you are a total sum of your friends. That is to say that the characters of your friends are a reflection of your own characters.
Let’s just be clear. There are many types of “friends” available out there – activities buddies, party folks, acquaintance, business partners, close friends, and the Best Friend Forever (BFF). One can have many of all the above except BFF. The quantity of BFFs one has very much dependent on the characters of oneself.
What are the values of friendship, specifically BFFs, then, you ask. Continue Reading →
I was stuck in a limbo for some time now. There is something vital missing from me and I know not what.
I thought about it, I considered, I sweated, I stressed, I re-considered, I thought hard, I reviewed my career and my life thus far, and I slept fitfully, dreaming.
Please understand that the decision is not made lightly or quickly, and it does not mean that I have no heart. But I have to be a bitch, I have to think for myself, I need to find back the missing spark in my life and I must be of clear mind to achieve for my future.
I am sorry it has to be this way.
A new life. A new beginning. For all of us.
Today I’ve come to realize that perhaps I have too many social networking sites, on top of it professional sites, and then I am always on the outlook to find a good site that can connect to ALL of them. And then I have to find social media tools that can connect them to my websites and profiles, then I have to interlink all of them.
It’s a long, tiring process.
Now that I have an iphone4, I am trying to find the best social media apps to connect all these dots.
1. Read today’s news at online newsportal
2. Listen to music, mp3s, etc
3. Watch youtube for funny and weird videos
4. Check & recheck facebook and twitter for latest status
5. Announce to all your friends that you are very bored
Seriously, never thought that I’d say this, but I really like Selena Gomez & The Scene “Who Says”! Her voice is unique and sweet, just like herself!
saja = for fun in English
It amazes me sometimes on the stupidity of human beings, especially those at the upper echelon.
S-T-O-P patronizing me! I know what I’m doing and if I don’t know what I’m doing, there is no point of you telling me what I do not know now because it is too damn late.
The key reasons which allegedly drove more well educated woman to drink more than their non-educated peers are…
city dwellers now have too little time, too much distraction.
Malaysiakini is running a four-part series where Malaysian diaspora are invited to share their reasons to leave the country.
There’s this one particular comment, which I think most of us felt it exactly the way he said it. So I’d like to share it with all of you below. The commenter is currently working in Australia as a consultant.
“When I fist arrived in Australia in 2007, the job recruitment agent told me that I am are highly skilled and a lot of people will be lining up to hire me.
This was just the opposite of what I was told in Malaysia, where people only looked at my weakness and looked for ways to put me down and exploit me the maximum that they could.
Fed up with all the racism I felt as an Indian in Malaysia, this motivated me to move to Australia, which I now proudly call home.
Unlike Malaysia, I can see great future for my children in Australia and have no worries about racism. I was very surprised when I found out that the former Australian rugby captain was of African descent while the vice-captain of the women’s cricket team was of Indian origin.
As for coming back to Malaysia, unless Malaysia is hit by a real tsunami which in turn makes Malaysians think that God created all human equal, then I don’t want to be part of a racist country called Malaysia.“
*The above paragraph is quoted from Article 129139, titled ” Leaving Malaysia A Necessity” , on 2.03pm 14 April 2010 at Malaysiakini newsportal.
Happy New Year! New Year resolutions are one way to look forward to having a better year than last.
Yesterday. Yesterday I lost my phone. AGAIN. Yes, again. I think it’s the… 6th time? 8th?
I first realized my phone was missing when I was sitting in a meeting room with a bunch of movers-n-shakers ladies waiting for the chair to arrive. There was really no point going back to the waiting room which I sat for about 1 hour waiting for the meeting to commence, really, as I knew it in my heart that it will be gone. Just like it was no point pointing out to all the very helpful staff, who helped me searched high and low for it by the way, that my phone is nicely bundled up in the sweet-pinky-fluffy-too girly-phone pouch that I just bought in Times which one couldn’t possibly miss. I mean, that’s why they stole it at first place isn’t it.
Oh yes, I forgot, I put my phone on silence, thereby killing any possible chance to ever find it again. I was going in to a meeting, wasn’t I?
First, it was rage. How could anyone be so stupid to grab a lousy samsung – not forgetting the cutest pink phone pouch – and not return back to the pretty gal who didn’t notice it fell off her bag?
Secondly, it was terror and then rage. All the information and pictures and music and contacts and the lovey-dovey SMSes that JC sent to me were GONE! Hmm… no, I don’t have any nude pictures inside it. Thank God. I mean, how can ANYONE be so INSENSITIVE?!
Then, it was a feeling of helplessness. Losing touch with the whole world, i.e. fingers-reaching list of good friends, family, lover, workmates, and vendors isn’t a great sensation unless you are in a monatory trying to sort out your life. And I had no one to call to and tell them I’ve lost my phone – albeit again, and no way to channel my anger and frustration. What an irony.
To get even better, my internet connection cocked up on me when I arrived home and tried to do a shoutout in gmail, msn and facebook that I lost my phone. The sense of soliditary gets keener. My hormones were deeply affected as I was feeling PMSy anyway.
After all that, I mean after 24 hours without the phone, I was trying to feel ‘Zen’ about it. No phone, no connection, no interaction, no bother. I tried, but failed. I felt shitty the whole day and still am. And I feel very, very, absolutely lonely.
Makes me wonder if losing a mobile nowadays is equivalent or worse than losing a lover.
This morning I broke a glass and it cut my feet.
It didn’t stop bleeding for a good five minutes.
The toilet floor was covered with my fresh blood.
I couldn’t help but think, is someone up there trying to ask me to clear up my head and be thankful to my current life?
Stop thinking so much.
And stop being bored.
