UP

Hardly get myself any DVDs or VCDs here in Makati. Even if I would, it would be those back alley pirated ones. Just couldn't drag the patience to finish a 90 minutes or so in front of my mini sized laptop.

However, a major home entertainment outlet is closing down one of it's shop at Greenbelt, and is selling loads of originals at much cheaper price. So, I was just casually browsing...browsing...and ended up bringing 2 pieces of Disney cartoons home with me -- Horton's hears a Who, and UP.

UP -- deeply touched, emotionally disturbed by this heart warming animation.




Plot's about Mr. Fredricksen flying his house to Paradise Falls using helium balloons. Mischievous and eager to earn a Assist The Elder little scout boy, Russel was dragged along to the adventure. At the land of South America, they made friends with big bird Kevin, and talking dog Dug.

" I know it sounds boring, but those are the ones I remember most..." says Russel, the little chubby boy.

This particular line strike me again, pulling me back to the origin of happiness. I have to agree more than I seemingly can to Russel's words. Sometimes, things that remain as most remembered events are not those breath taking ones. I can feel extremely angry or I can simply hate a person from head to toe. Or, I can even be so happy and crazy during a night out, that I decide to go all numb from laughing. But I doubt if I can really remember every moment of it, after a few years down the road.

Which are the ones I remember most?

I remember my childhood days at Taman Restu, small living flat with loads of talkative aunties from the neighboring lots. I remember the enthusiastic me waiting for the Porky Man (who sells pork, what else) to reach and once he shouts 'ju yok..!!!' I would rush down stairs and buy Mom's favorite lean meat. I remember Tony, the black brown mongrel, who I used to feed crackers every late evening.

There are also simple (and boring) stuffs I do everyday, every now and then; that matter most to me. I remember a very plain and routine relationship that I had. I remember going out in the wee hours, hand in hand; and all we got ourselves was just toothbrush from the petrol station kiosk. Irrelevant? but these are the ones I remember most. I remember how a tiring night after work was spent - biting buttocks, pillow fights and baby talks.

I also remember when a bunch of whacky girls loves to make BBQ at May's house when she was still staying at Bukit Angsana. Most of our celebrations, if not all, are BBQs party, and we didn't complain a single thing. We were all college going, and budget was our main subject. We could just grill all night long, laughing away. And it gathered most of us at the shortest time. These are the repetitive (and boring) ones, but I remember most. Now? It is more difficult to even talk to them, not to mention get together. They are earning thousands now, and they forgot BBQ. Now, they talk about international, oversea trips. What's home bound BBQ?

Nevertheless, it is just a composition of memories that I collect while age catches up. Everyone goes through these transitions at different stages of life. If not now, maybe later.

What I love about Russel is, he is one smart little boy. He knows how to remind some ol' chap (like ME) that money (lots of it) don't buy you good memories. It is those boring ones that lifts an upward curve on your lips....

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No one have ever promised me that there will certainly be silver lining on those gloomy clouds. So, why should I even look forward to it? If patience is the key word, I think this is not the right key. If supportive is the right cup of tea, I am certainly a coffee lover. Nobody says in such situation, an apple thrown up into the air, will finally drop to the ground. Who is Newton anyway? Nobody knows Newton here. This is a Shakespeare world. Unlimited love and SACRIFICES. And what happens in the end? Either the main actor or the actress died. Only the audiences will feel so touched and shed some crocodile tears. After all the imagination and castles built in in the air, there would still without silver lining on gloomy clouds.

There is no such thing as mutual sacrifices towards a common path called eternity.

Don't be childish.

a tribute to the Drama Queens

Since May or June 2010...I have been loathing, complaining and jerking all my disappointment towards Drama Queens. Well, it started as Drama Queen without the "s" because I thought I would only be lucky enough to meet one undead species. But as days evolve, and so does drama queens...more joined in to the group. Well, let's just abbreviate it as DQ or DQs .... as how I always encode them.

Just like Dad's favorite phrase "morons are everywhere"...DQs are everywhere too. I am not; and should not be, any surprise to see one or two at Makati City. Maybe they added spice to my life. Without them, life would be boring, and I wouldn't have this chance to write about them! Hey, a tribute is highly honored. It weighs a very important position in my life. It denotes that I will still have memories about these DQs after many more chapters on this blog. DQs will never, ever let you slip away from their drama-ing nightmares. It is their life mission to haunt you once a while. So, to all the DQs I've known...no fret. I won't forget YOU. Not so easy.

Weird, self centered, materialistic, cranky, mean....I've met countless of these people in 28 years. However, I am really caught defenseless to one particular Drama Queen -- HII YONG SING ESTHER. Before I begin, let's everybody raise, and give a big round of applause to this human. To this Queen. The Queen of all Drama. The Drama Queen Bitch. (I will alight why she is also called a bitch. Read on. Don't miss a thing)

I can't write in paragraphs about her. The more I write, the heater I get. Better not. I'd burn my own blog if I did. Let's keep it to simple, straight to the point format.


1. She pretended to be a smoker, to get attention. However, if I ever invite her for a puff, she would reject saying she doesn't want to go heavy. Fine. When asked if she need a ciggie, she would make up a story, saying some poor woman is selling cigarettes along the road. When asked how much per ciggie, she made up a ridiculous price, thinking all of us (smokers) are dumb. Til to date, no one knows why she put this up. Because pretending to be a smoker ( and letting a smoker know she doesn't know how to smoke) makes a shit out of her, rather than getting attention.

2. She does not take responsibility in a single mistake she did. Not only skipping the pretentious "I'm sorry" part, she will make a very innocent face telling you she's got nothing to do with it. After assigning her to read materials from the Sharepoint Library, I found that all documents were checked out. So I kindly told her that all she need to do is to retrieve the read version rather than checking it out. Because, it takes out hell lots of time for others to check it in later. She then gave me the blur look, and said she did not click the check out button, AT ALL! Fine. I reset all the options, and made her to assess Library again. This time, she clicked on Check Out button again. I was horrified.

3. It is very difficult to make her to use brain to think. Whenever there's any email to reply, or people asking her input on some cases, she feels it could be better to kill her straight away. But of course, she won't die so easily either. She will start her sweet conversation with others, asking for opinions or directions. Then she would copy and paste whatever *shit* she had gathered and reply the email with full satisfaction. However, not all things she gathered are useful. When questioned further, she would just say " I don't know...in fact it was (another person's name) who asked me to write/do it this way......"

4. PART I -- She got some skin allergies due to beer. By then, most of her drama were already unveiled, and she knows precisely she can't drama further. She won't risk of getting caught red handed. So she requested HR for a department transfer, which ironically was approved. Desperate to go home (MSIA) before starting her new (drama) at Payment Dept, she aggravated her skin allergies. She took more beer every night, and eat seafood whenever she can. She went to see doctor (to have medical records) but never care to eat the medicine. She continue to intoxicate herself, and cried at HR Dept, begging to be released home. She said she need to be hospitalized, because local doctors could not cure her skin disease (allergies). Hell, how to cure when she is not taking medicine, and continuing to intoxicate herself?

5. PART II -- Finally HR Dept pitied her, let her home. Once home, she text-ed her Makati boyfriend Mr Toh and get his attention. She told him she needs a BLOOD TRANSFUSION. Her blood is "dirtied" and need new blood. The doctor at KL "professionally" inserted a tube via her old wound from appendices surgery and inserted new animal blood to her oh-so-weak body. Doctor gave her animal blood because it was so emergency that they couldn't find a matched human blood. And guess the endings, can you? Mr Toh pitied her and reassure HR that she is really sick. Toh actually believed all she said!?!??!!? Gosh, love is blind? She came back after 3 days of MC from a non-existence Clinic. And there and then, she looked like a pig to me. Don't guess further which animal donated blood to her.

ok...I am feeling HOT already. She really think that we are DUMB enough to believe her. But for the sake of history recording, I will go on. Maybe this piece of story can be a good reference to the younger generation next time.

6. After she make good use of Mr Toh's tender love & care, she dumped him. She bitch-ed a china guy Mr Wang. Yeah, this is how DQ Bitch title came from. We couldn't really guess the reason why she dumped Toh for Wang, but the only possibility, Wang is an IT guy. She need an IT guy to fix her Sony Vaio. So Wang happily fixes her laptop while DQ spread her legs for his pleasure. She stayed at his place every night, totally disregarding her room mate existence. Well, DQ's room mate could not be bothered because ... who is NOT sick of DQ by now?

7. After her laptop is fixed, she found that her room mate is giving her a very cold shoulder. DQ knows her room mate found her skeletons. So, she proudly moves out from company's residence and rent a studio suite outside. Well, suitable for her so that she can bitch any guy to her place for a good romantic night of sex trade. She dumped Wang, and now is rumored to bitch a guy named Shen. This guy Shen already has a steady girlfriend, but man...so vulnerable to juicy vagina...fallen trap. Heard that Shen is in the midst of breaking up with his girlfriend, and still in dilemma if he should go ahead with DQ. What a stupid guy. He used his balls to think, that's why.

8. Latest news about DQ's family. Before that, let me recap. She said she came from a broken family. Her father divorced her mother, accusing her for having an affair. However, her mother became DQ's life's heroine, for bringing 3 toddlers - Bro, Sis and DQ up. Clap Clap. She also commented that her brother has extra marital affairs (following her father's footsteps). DQ's whole family hated her very much in year 2008, because DQ allegedly bitches with her own Sister's boyfriend then. But all these are not the essence. The essence is : Her sister got married early Nov 2010. DQ was no where to be found in the family video. This proves that DQ is never welcomed in the family after all. Anyway, who wants to have a younger sister that bitches with own boyfriend? Second : DQ was not raised from a broken family. Father, Mother, Brother, Sis-in-Law, Sister & Husband are all seen happily taking family photo and videos during the wedding, EXCEPT DQ. So sad. Let's sob together. At this point, we don't need a genius to know why DQ is such a black sheep in the family. Maybe DQ treated her family exactly the same way she did to all of us here at Makati...If not, any better ideas?



I have to end it here. If I continue, I don't think I can ever stop. These are only some of the highlights, many more Kisah Benar not even included yet. I so am tired typing, but I could write a book out of this.

I don't know if this human is a sadistic, or she simply deserve it. I made a decision to stay away from this Queen not because I am afraid of her, because I am sick of her sadism; I can't possibly react naturally anymore. The force of Karma knows best.



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Branding spells cast

I am not a spendthrift. I am not a shopaholic. I am not uncontrollable. Confession ends. Amen.

Today, I made a story and told it to a very important person in my life. The story goes:

I bet you knew that all Casinos around the world are "protected" by some powerful Feng Shui, a notation to it's business success all year round. Irregardless if the Casino is indeed operated by a foreigner a.k.a kwai lo...I am more than just sure that there is some kind of positioning in the premise. But hush hush...apart from feng shui, there are unseen paranormal beings hallowing in Casinos too. Yeah, we chinese call it "guai jai" or little ghost of lost souls...wandering at the premise. Be honest, if you are in a Casino - you'll either lost the sense of time, and/or you don't feel like leaving already while you are either winning or losing monies. It's either you don't play at all in the casino, or you will be dreaded to leave your heavy ass. Right?

I am now telling you the essence of my story. It's a fact. Be ready.

Apparently, all branded boutiques applied casino's wonderful tactic too. Head's definitely not nodding if you are about to say "feng shui...?" No, it's not feng shui. Branded boutiques like LV, Coach, Burberry, Zara, MNG, Guess, DKNY....listless, they don't need feng shui at all! It's the latter -- guai jais....with "s" because not only one. Well, the guai jais work in a different SOP as compared to those at the casinos. The guai jai will be speaking, or literally whispering to your ear and say "buy this tote...buy this bag...buy this boots..I know you don't need it, but hell who cares? you NEED this because it will make you feel better~~~" and so it goes. Your hands trembling, grasping the air as if you can't breath. Headed straight to the counter and pull your plastic card out. Once the cashier hand the shopping bag to you, it was all relief, and you really do feel better about yourself. But little did you know, the guai jai actually stayed in the shopping bag, and followed you home. Because after a month or so...guai jai will make you start hearing things again. The voice says " Go...go shopping again. You need NEW things. You don't want those old things to stuff your wardrobe, don't you...? There's new season offer out there~~~ go...go....."

And after that, I rest my case.

Re-generating Metta

I have wasted too much time feeling lost, deliberating unforeseen outcomes, worrying worthless agendas and carrying too much burden. Things that I have been too conscious about previously meant nothing serious to people I have cared for. I wasn't any big deal if I were to say things I have in mind earlier...rather than always waiting for the right time.

There is no right time, and there will never be the right time.

"Choose : Saying something you meant to say now and regret it later; or regret it later for not saying it now?" -- Phanida Suwanarat

I was so moved by Selina's courage and optimism in living through her 3rd degree burn. I remembered how I complained for having a pimple on my face, and that freaking sound I squeaked when I was recuperating from my less-than-3 inches cysts removing surgery. Well, maybe Selina threw her tantrums too but I believe it is never any easier than any pimples or laser cut.

Should any circumstances may befall me unknown, I am wondering now why should I waste so much time contemplating things I shouldn't even fret about. If living my this very life can be free as a bird, sealed from externalizations and demotivating opinions -- I would have saved more of those ticking seconds & minutes to say, to be, to do and to react upon real people who matters to me most.

I know you love me, and you know I love all of you. If you can feel what I say, you've got a piece of love cookie from me from this moment. Keep it with you, and redeem it with more of my time and precious events spent with you...

Metta.

p/s: metta to Selina Ren too. You may not know me, but you know the universal language call love. Metta and speed recovery, Selina.

I am so lost !

I am bored. I am so bored that I am forcing myself to write something about feeling bored. Urrgghh..

I have lost a fair amount of interest at work. There are whole tons of doubts playing in my mind tonight. I've thought about the imbalance distribution of recognition and remuneration at work. I've analyzed why some dumb people can be seated highly and still not-so-smartly commands people to work. I've asked myself if I need a break from this corporate affair, and make really deep thinking what I want to do next. I've even questioned myself what I want to be in 5 years....10 years time from now. It crossed my mind if I should take up some professional courses to recharge myself.

But yet, what's so mega about being in the working field for 10 years? Dad has been working his quarter life away, yet he never complained about directionless. Dad had courageously face each (boring and tedious) working days with much enthusiasm, because Dad knows the pay check will feed his family with good health and happiness. Dad's got responsibilities to bear, and yet he never complained. So what am I now? A naggy grandma?

I keep on convincing myself that things will be better when I'm home. I mean, I may be experiencing all these hormonal messiness because I do not have my responsibility (parents) with me. That's why I am swayed once in awhile.

But coming to think of it, it shivers me with the fact if I'm finally home and JOBLESS -- what kind of shit I am putting myself into? So I will begin to worry to death, and just grab any job opportunity that I can get. Simply get a job....I need money to survive. So which is which then? Do I need a job because of money, or do I need time to think about a job?

And easily anticipated, I will end up feeling and thinking as exactly the way I am now. I will be worrying, start complaining, and doubt if I am directionless. I will begin to ask questions like a mad cow. And once more, I will be sitting (at somewhere) blogging, saying : I AM SO LOST!