I asked you if I have ever mentioned too many regrets I could have. I didn't wait for your answer, I said no instantly. Because I don't care what you think. I just want to make my message across clear. I regret. Coming home. Leaving Makati. I really regretted.
It's not Makati entirely. It could be anywhere. But definitely not Malaysia. Not home. I said not home, but I know the value of having families close knit. But I just cannot be at home anymore, under same roof. I thought of buying a house, stay out, and just be home occasionally. But this may not solve the problem as a whole. I hate this country. I'm totally tirelessly bored with it.
My mind is in total mess now. I don't know how to express my aggression now. If you are with me hearing all these nags, you will certainly blame it on drugs' effect. But this is way beyond my sickness already. I'm guessing if all these stress the main contribution to my plummeting health. I blame on everything, because I finally say...I regret.
I'm bothered with the family system at home. All problems I saw when I was a teenager, the skeletons are coming out from the closet again. Piece by piece.... it's never fair at home, I don't agree with things, I'm always living in fear, I'm never at ease...I thought I've said all these when I was a raging teenager. Yet, I'm repeating myself now as a 30 years old. Which proves that, things are repeating again. Deja vu.
I'm suffocated. I feel stuck again. This the feeling I had 3++ years ago, one of those reasons I gave all up and braved to Makati.
So did I come back for good? I'm back, but good or not...it's hard to say.
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Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Rejoice, Manila!
I am loving these 7-days of getaway at Makati, Metro Manila. I can hear my heart beat every moment, and my soul is singing praises of joy and contentment. I have never felt this way about Makati before. I am finally back here, and it feels great.
On 22nd March, the day I departed to MNL from KLIA. It was a rainy morning at Kuala Lumpur, and the mood was gloomy. It felt down-spirited and it was pathetic to find anything to really look up for. As MH704 touched down at NAIA, it was all sunset and that welcoming Pinoy breeze again. I remembers this weather. I remember this scenario. Something which I have taken for granted for the past 2 years. I won't anymore, this time.
I am glad I came back. Everything means a fuller piece for me, and it feels like I am recharged again. Battery level UP! I have aimed to gather more good luck and fortune so I can bring them back with me later. I certainly have. And knowing I am always welcomed back here again, feels a lot easier. I can just pack and leave. This is always me.
It was Earth Hour 2011, and I had candle lit dinner at The Paseo Park. Watching cute little doggies strolling at the garden, had best cold ramen and finest Jap Sake accompanying. And no one else but Muuk. It was overwhelming. It was happiness in perfecto style.
This reminds me of something. Good things don't need to happen all the time. It strikes you just the right moment you needed it. Rejoice!
On 22nd March, the day I departed to MNL from KLIA. It was a rainy morning at Kuala Lumpur, and the mood was gloomy. It felt down-spirited and it was pathetic to find anything to really look up for. As MH704 touched down at NAIA, it was all sunset and that welcoming Pinoy breeze again. I remembers this weather. I remember this scenario. Something which I have taken for granted for the past 2 years. I won't anymore, this time.
I am glad I came back. Everything means a fuller piece for me, and it feels like I am recharged again. Battery level UP! I have aimed to gather more good luck and fortune so I can bring them back with me later. I certainly have. And knowing I am always welcomed back here again, feels a lot easier. I can just pack and leave. This is always me.
It was Earth Hour 2011, and I had candle lit dinner at The Paseo Park. Watching cute little doggies strolling at the garden, had best cold ramen and finest Jap Sake accompanying. And no one else but Muuk. It was overwhelming. It was happiness in perfecto style.
This reminds me of something. Good things don't need to happen all the time. It strikes you just the right moment you needed it. Rejoice!
Sunday, February 27, 2011
26.07.2009 - 27.02.2011 : Makati, Metro Manila
Checking out of Makati City on 27th February 2011.
Bon Voyage.
Bon Voyage.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Au revoir Manila
Friends are reminding me that I will be leaving Manila at anytime soon now. I started with a countdown of how many days left to spend here, but gave up as time was running even faster than my counting down.
They kept me occupied with outings and crazy events so that I would still spare some space in my memory for Makati, Metro Manila. Gosh, do I really look so disgusted with this place after all? Not really. If I need to rejoice, there are certainly thumbs-up points that I can never resist coming back to Makati again....
1. The weather
I really really do love the weather here. Exceptional for typhoons. But on any regular days and nights, the weather have been very kind to my liking. I especially love it at night. I mean, very late at night. It is always windy at night, and the breeze is so comfortable you'd feel like falling asleep right there at the middle of the road. And by the day, the sun is never too fierce to people here. No matter how sunny it might be, there will surely be gentle breeze brushing on your skin. Comparing to KL...my temperature will be gushing like the blazing hot dry weather everyday!
2. Taxi services
It is such a norm for people to commute by a taxi here at Makati. Even though some taxi drivers will get greedy and ask for extra tipping, but they surely are far better disciplined that those morons we have back in KL. And I'm always beaming with a big smile whenever I can get a Vios, City or Avanza taxi. I'm paying for the same metered system, and of course I want a better car! :)
3. Strictly no driving
I am enjoying not driving at all. And in conjunction to that, no traffic jam. I don't need to face every dilemma of getting stuck in a snake-like car marathon. Here, a busy day starts with a cuppa coffee and delicious brunch and then head straight to work with my very own legs.
4. User-friendly walkway & tunnels
During my CNY break at home, I tried to walk back from Klinik T&C en route Taman Jaya. I'm used to walking at Makati, and I don't want to hassle daddy to come out again to pick me up. It was such an ugly stroll. Malaysian drivers were born to think walkers are too poor to own a car, so they can proudly sway their damn cars within inches from my body. Here at Makati, it is such pleasure to walk around the city. Cars make their stop when they see human at the zebra crossing. Tunnels are well lit and it is never scary even at night. And low crime rate. I can even spot an ATM machine at the subway here, not risking any brainless chap trying to bomb the damn thing off.
5. Freedom
I can practically do anything at anytime I want at Makati. I don't need to answer to any busybody queries on the "why"s and "how"s. Friends here do not and never compare their riches or rags with me. Because there is nothing much to compare, we briefly know what we are earning.
Life's full with uncertainties. If this is the oommpphhh that makes life interesting, I take the call.
They kept me occupied with outings and crazy events so that I would still spare some space in my memory for Makati, Metro Manila. Gosh, do I really look so disgusted with this place after all? Not really. If I need to rejoice, there are certainly thumbs-up points that I can never resist coming back to Makati again....
1. The weather
I really really do love the weather here. Exceptional for typhoons. But on any regular days and nights, the weather have been very kind to my liking. I especially love it at night. I mean, very late at night. It is always windy at night, and the breeze is so comfortable you'd feel like falling asleep right there at the middle of the road. And by the day, the sun is never too fierce to people here. No matter how sunny it might be, there will surely be gentle breeze brushing on your skin. Comparing to KL...my temperature will be gushing like the blazing hot dry weather everyday!
2. Taxi services
It is such a norm for people to commute by a taxi here at Makati. Even though some taxi drivers will get greedy and ask for extra tipping, but they surely are far better disciplined that those morons we have back in KL. And I'm always beaming with a big smile whenever I can get a Vios, City or Avanza taxi. I'm paying for the same metered system, and of course I want a better car! :)
3. Strictly no driving
I am enjoying not driving at all. And in conjunction to that, no traffic jam. I don't need to face every dilemma of getting stuck in a snake-like car marathon. Here, a busy day starts with a cuppa coffee and delicious brunch and then head straight to work with my very own legs.
4. User-friendly walkway & tunnels
During my CNY break at home, I tried to walk back from Klinik T&C en route Taman Jaya. I'm used to walking at Makati, and I don't want to hassle daddy to come out again to pick me up. It was such an ugly stroll. Malaysian drivers were born to think walkers are too poor to own a car, so they can proudly sway their damn cars within inches from my body. Here at Makati, it is such pleasure to walk around the city. Cars make their stop when they see human at the zebra crossing. Tunnels are well lit and it is never scary even at night. And low crime rate. I can even spot an ATM machine at the subway here, not risking any brainless chap trying to bomb the damn thing off.
5. Freedom
I can practically do anything at anytime I want at Makati. I don't need to answer to any busybody queries on the "why"s and "how"s. Friends here do not and never compare their riches or rags with me. Because there is nothing much to compare, we briefly know what we are earning.
Life's full with uncertainties. If this is the oommpphhh that makes life interesting, I take the call.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
such odd feeling about weather
The warm winds blowing at Makati today smells like sea water. We all know that The Phillipines is indeed an island, but we have never smelled the wind like we are right next to the sea!
Friends here says it could be a Tsunami alert. Or anything similar. Any natural disaster that can cross your mind now, and certainly not something very welcoming. Other friends says they witnessed bugs, ants and small animals trying to find shelter by migrating. An office colleagues said the big red ants are all over his workstation today.
I don't know how real can things be. I don't know if anyone can tell me what's really going on. I just want to keep believing in positive aura. I just hope no one will be hurt; human, animals and plants alike.
METTA, and may love transcends all.
Friends here says it could be a Tsunami alert. Or anything similar. Any natural disaster that can cross your mind now, and certainly not something very welcoming. Other friends says they witnessed bugs, ants and small animals trying to find shelter by migrating. An office colleagues said the big red ants are all over his workstation today.
I don't know how real can things be. I don't know if anyone can tell me what's really going on. I just want to keep believing in positive aura. I just hope no one will be hurt; human, animals and plants alike.
METTA, and may love transcends all.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Stellent's recourse
Day 1 at Stellent Services Corp after a long satisfying week on holiday. The moment I had my fingerprint scanned, nothing feels the same at 19th Floor of PBCom Tower anymore.
Some people resigned because they don't want to, but have to. Some people left because they don't have to, but desperately want to. Some people lost their soul, but restlessly worked for a living. Some people are still there, but are counting their days. Some people don't even dare to think about leaving or staying put, because sometimes faith just ain't enough.
I didn't want to drag myself to work. I don't know which category above I fit into, but I'm definitely not working for the sake of money alone. I work for a living. And by LIVING it means a whole lot bigger agenda.
I work because I need food for bodily enrichment, food for thoughts and food for love. Metta to all, in hope for a smooth sailing path of life.
Sound enlightened ehh? So, do I still need to drag myself to work tomorrow?
Some people resigned because they don't want to, but have to. Some people left because they don't have to, but desperately want to. Some people lost their soul, but restlessly worked for a living. Some people are still there, but are counting their days. Some people don't even dare to think about leaving or staying put, because sometimes faith just ain't enough.
I didn't want to drag myself to work. I don't know which category above I fit into, but I'm definitely not working for the sake of money alone. I work for a living. And by LIVING it means a whole lot bigger agenda.
I work because I need food for bodily enrichment, food for thoughts and food for love. Metta to all, in hope for a smooth sailing path of life.
Sound enlightened ehh? So, do I still need to drag myself to work tomorrow?
Saturday, January 15, 2011
16th Jan is the day!
I have talked about a time to put all the hideous & tedious work aside. I have whined about getting away from all the hypocrites and drama queens and have a peaceful life. I have promised Super Dad and Super Mom that there will be a day when the whole family will get a chance to visit Hong Kong per-CNY together.
I have said it. I will materialize it.
Tomorrow is the day when perfection is almost perfect, in its most natural and contented form. A day when all dream's come true. A day full of love and life.
I have said it. I will materialize it.
Tomorrow is the day when perfection is almost perfect, in its most natural and contented form. A day when all dream's come true. A day full of love and life.
Friday, December 31, 2010
how 2010 ends...
I slept like a baby last night. The day was tiring with lots of choosing, trying on, paying a.k.a shopping. And when I finally settle down at home, had really good laugh watching 公主嫁到. But this is not the main element in how I ended 2010....if it is I'd kill myself with boredom.
I can finally say that I have spent a full 12 months at Manila, The Philippines in year 2010. Apart from traveling home for those special occasion, it was a memorable and jovial experience here. Like dad said the other day, I've got my second Xmas celebration here, and he asked me how was it like. Were there lots of lighting and singing by the locals here? Were there nice deco at the main malls, like KL? Well, I told him, No dad...it's the same. It's same ol' boring. On the other hand, a friend tagged me a message at FB, asking when I would bring my ass back to celebrate the festive seasons with them. I told him vaguely, that celebrations are only meant for happiness on the surface only. True celebrations is when nothing is happening, and yet you still feel like celebrating. That's happiness. That's contentment.
I've learned in 2010 that I don't want to test my own limits anymore. I've truly understand the art of simple living, when I don't need to ask myself what have I achieved. A year all alone at Makati, with all the struggle to survive...and so many encounters of near depression - I thought I didn't achieve anything. Because I have measured achievement with some tangible objects. I didn't earn lots of wealth. I didn't get myself a big house or a posh car. All I got are experience - about LIFE... and these experience...are not exchangeable with cash. Money can't buy.
Money can't buy love. Time can't buy memories.
There will be more to cherish and nourish in year 2011. Believe. Magical moments do happen to ordinary people.
I can finally say that I have spent a full 12 months at Manila, The Philippines in year 2010. Apart from traveling home for those special occasion, it was a memorable and jovial experience here. Like dad said the other day, I've got my second Xmas celebration here, and he asked me how was it like. Were there lots of lighting and singing by the locals here? Were there nice deco at the main malls, like KL? Well, I told him, No dad...it's the same. It's same ol' boring. On the other hand, a friend tagged me a message at FB, asking when I would bring my ass back to celebrate the festive seasons with them. I told him vaguely, that celebrations are only meant for happiness on the surface only. True celebrations is when nothing is happening, and yet you still feel like celebrating. That's happiness. That's contentment.
I've learned in 2010 that I don't want to test my own limits anymore. I've truly understand the art of simple living, when I don't need to ask myself what have I achieved. A year all alone at Makati, with all the struggle to survive...and so many encounters of near depression - I thought I didn't achieve anything. Because I have measured achievement with some tangible objects. I didn't earn lots of wealth. I didn't get myself a big house or a posh car. All I got are experience - about LIFE... and these experience...are not exchangeable with cash. Money can't buy.
Money can't buy love. Time can't buy memories.
There will be more to cherish and nourish in year 2011. Believe. Magical moments do happen to ordinary people.
Friday, December 24, 2010
a day before Xmas 2010
Blasting "Last Christmas" with my HTC stereo now, humming along with....Last xmas I give u my heart. The very next day u give it away. This year to save me from tears, I'm giving to someone special~~~....
Well, no one stole my heart away for Xmas exactly. Maybe I am not a Xmas and New Year person. Inversely, I am a very Chinese person...loving Chinese Lunar New Year, Dong Jit, and Qing Ming. yeah, Qing Ming because I appreciate the re-union spirit of family members, gathering to clean ancestor's tombstone as a form of remembrance and respect.
It was Stellent Service Corp 2010v Xmas & 2011 New Year Party yesterday. Gifts were exchanged, and I won the Lucky Draw Vouchers too. It was nice, at least some time off for all the staffs. Darn, didn't get the IPhone 4 or PS3....
And today, went to work as usual..just a little more zombie. Bad menstrual cramps and slight mood swings. Office is undeniably quiet today as most were on leave. No fret, I clocked in...did some outstanding and ended my day at 7.30PM. Nice.
Even got enough time to read some e-book before shutting my pc off. Got a good peek into Ajahn Brahm's book titled Who Ordered This Truckload of Dung?. Funny, hilarious but totally educational! And reading it, I made a summary by myself:
Perfection is, at its most original form. Happiness is believing in originality, and two bad "bricks" don't make a beautiful person less beautiful....
The wise enjoys their peace in the perfect imperfection of nature, not thinking, not planning, not feeling guilty. We all deserve to get away and have some peace; and others deserve the peace of us getting out of their way! - Ajanh Brahm -
HaHa! Have a blessed & peaceful Christmas. And be truly blessed with all wellness in the New Year ahead...
so much love & Metta from Yenny
Well, no one stole my heart away for Xmas exactly. Maybe I am not a Xmas and New Year person. Inversely, I am a very Chinese person...loving Chinese Lunar New Year, Dong Jit, and Qing Ming. yeah, Qing Ming because I appreciate the re-union spirit of family members, gathering to clean ancestor's tombstone as a form of remembrance and respect.
It was Stellent Service Corp 2010v Xmas & 2011 New Year Party yesterday. Gifts were exchanged, and I won the Lucky Draw Vouchers too. It was nice, at least some time off for all the staffs. Darn, didn't get the IPhone 4 or PS3....
And today, went to work as usual..just a little more zombie. Bad menstrual cramps and slight mood swings. Office is undeniably quiet today as most were on leave. No fret, I clocked in...did some outstanding and ended my day at 7.30PM. Nice.
Even got enough time to read some e-book before shutting my pc off. Got a good peek into Ajahn Brahm's book titled Who Ordered This Truckload of Dung?. Funny, hilarious but totally educational! And reading it, I made a summary by myself:
Perfection is, at its most original form. Happiness is believing in originality, and two bad "bricks" don't make a beautiful person less beautiful....
The wise enjoys their peace in the perfect imperfection of nature, not thinking, not planning, not feeling guilty. We all deserve to get away and have some peace; and others deserve the peace of us getting out of their way! - Ajanh Brahm -
HaHa! Have a blessed & peaceful Christmas. And be truly blessed with all wellness in the New Year ahead...
so much love & Metta from Yenny
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Dunno what to do?? ask Google !!
At approx. 40 minutes or so, I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to do, and I panicked.
I man-handled a small tube of Super Glue in order to fix a pair of my favorite shoe. Well, the inner sole of my favorite pair came off a little, and I really liked this shoe. Not that I can't buy another one (I'd always do) but there are certain things money can't buy. Fondness. Comfy. Style. Just love it.
So, I genius-ly tried to glue the inner sole, when the disaster happened. That damn tube was ironically leaking, and those slimy glue got on my hands. As the name calls it, it's Super Glue, it sticks superbly, and dries super fucking fast!
I was like OMGosh....what am I gonna do? I tried to peel it away, it hurts me. My skin is peeling off when I tried too harshly. I washed it with soap...well, knew it won't help. Thinking I may get some glue removal, but hell I am not going out this late.
And a glimpse of some glittering object caught my attention -- my ASUS eePC...and INTERNET!!! Do you see the bright golden ring appearing on top of my NetBook now??
Googled -- How to get Super Glue off your skin.
TA-DA...! www.e-how.com !!
Instructions
1. Wash the glue off of your hands using hot water if the glue has not dried yet. Wet glue, of all types, should wash off relatively easily. Rub your hands together under the hot running water.
2. Rub your hands together to roll the glue into balls and get it off of your hands if the glue has already dried.
3. Peel the glue off in strips. Work your finger nail under the edge of the glue and gently lift and peel. Be careful not to peel your skin off with the glue.
4. Soak your hands in hot water for 5 minutes if the glue is being stubborn and is hard to remove.
5. Coat the area with Vaseline, after soaking, and let it sit for a few minutes before washing off the residue. This should remove the majority of the glue.
6. Wet the remains of the glue with nail polish remover that contains acetone. After saturating it with nail polish remover, try rubbing or peeling it off. Acetone does a good job of removing glue from skin, even stubborn glues such as Super Glue.
I am laughing hysterically now. At one moment, I was chickening out, didn't know what to do. And now, I feel like a super hero. Like a kid doing extremely well in handicrafts, waiting for daddy mommy encouraging kiss.
It makes me think of an occasion, when Chu was asking me what is that steel-like rack used to hang clothes. I said, portable wardrobe. Her eyes sparkled, and told me she will get herself one, cos her current wardrobe can't fit all her princess clothes. And I frowned and asked if she could manage to set it up all by herself. Of which, she replied "When you have Google, who needs a boyfriend?"
I am STILL laughing to myself now.....
What a great nite!
I man-handled a small tube of Super Glue in order to fix a pair of my favorite shoe. Well, the inner sole of my favorite pair came off a little, and I really liked this shoe. Not that I can't buy another one (I'd always do) but there are certain things money can't buy. Fondness. Comfy. Style. Just love it.
So, I genius-ly tried to glue the inner sole, when the disaster happened. That damn tube was ironically leaking, and those slimy glue got on my hands. As the name calls it, it's Super Glue, it sticks superbly, and dries super fucking fast!
I was like OMGosh....what am I gonna do? I tried to peel it away, it hurts me. My skin is peeling off when I tried too harshly. I washed it with soap...well, knew it won't help. Thinking I may get some glue removal, but hell I am not going out this late.
And a glimpse of some glittering object caught my attention -- my ASUS eePC...and INTERNET!!! Do you see the bright golden ring appearing on top of my NetBook now??
Googled -- How to get Super Glue off your skin.
TA-DA...! www.e-how.com !!
Instructions
1. Wash the glue off of your hands using hot water if the glue has not dried yet. Wet glue, of all types, should wash off relatively easily. Rub your hands together under the hot running water.
2. Rub your hands together to roll the glue into balls and get it off of your hands if the glue has already dried.
3. Peel the glue off in strips. Work your finger nail under the edge of the glue and gently lift and peel. Be careful not to peel your skin off with the glue.
4. Soak your hands in hot water for 5 minutes if the glue is being stubborn and is hard to remove.
5. Coat the area with Vaseline, after soaking, and let it sit for a few minutes before washing off the residue. This should remove the majority of the glue.
6. Wet the remains of the glue with nail polish remover that contains acetone. After saturating it with nail polish remover, try rubbing or peeling it off. Acetone does a good job of removing glue from skin, even stubborn glues such as Super Glue.
I am laughing hysterically now. At one moment, I was chickening out, didn't know what to do. And now, I feel like a super hero. Like a kid doing extremely well in handicrafts, waiting for daddy mommy encouraging kiss.
It makes me think of an occasion, when Chu was asking me what is that steel-like rack used to hang clothes. I said, portable wardrobe. Her eyes sparkled, and told me she will get herself one, cos her current wardrobe can't fit all her princess clothes. And I frowned and asked if she could manage to set it up all by herself. Of which, she replied "When you have Google, who needs a boyfriend?"
I am STILL laughing to myself now.....
What a great nite!
Friday, December 10, 2010
I was nebulized !
Bad flu symptoms attacked me two days back, causing lots of sneezing, blocked nose, and steady rise in body temperature. The sneezing was totally not enjoyable. Hated it. I didn't visit the Doc, thinking it's still OK to have common flu thingy. I boosted on my Multi-Vit and full Vitamin C Concentrate to shoo the reddy nose away.
And things got bad to worse. I started coughing so so so badly last night, that I feel my chest tightens, lungs congested, and difficult to breath. I braved to work despite all those calls, and finally raised the white flag by 3PM. I rushed to the Doc, with short breath, chilling hands, shaky legs and watery eyes. Now, do I sound like a drug addict?
When I reached the Doc office, she was terrified. She immediately brought me to the bed section, laid me down the bed, and gave me a Nebulizer. So, I was nebulized. First time ever! Doctor said I had acute respiratory decease, and (she don't quite know why) my brain was just craving for oxygen when I can't breath properly. And I can't breath properly due to cough, and that damn flu. Hey, it's not too serious tho...
After that, the rest are history. I am back in one full piece at home, resting. Still coughing, but certainly not as bad. The Doc gave me the Nebulizer, and told me if I've got the same symptom again at anytime, rush to the nearest hospital. Which means...Makati Medical Center or GrepaLife. And bring the Nebulizer with me!
According to Doc, most hospitals in Makati are not adequately equipped with Nebulizers, and most patients need to wait in queue to use the general machine-operated one at Emergency Unit. For whatever reason, it is always better, and luckier to have a personal nebulizer, just in case.
Well, fine. Here it is, Yenny's Nebulizer:
If I show this to Mom, am sure to freak her out...! Hehehehehe...cheeky *blek*
Infotainment:
In medicine, a nebulizer[1] (spelled nebuliser in British English)[2] is a device used to administer medication in the form of a mist inhaled into the lungs. Nebulizers are commonly used for treatment of cystic fibrosis, asthma, COPD and other respiratory diseases. The common technical principal for all nebulizers is to either use oxygen, compressed air or ultrasonic power, as means to break up medical solutions/suspensions into small aerosol droplets, for direct inhalation from the mouthpiece of the device. The definition of an aerosol is a "mixture of gas and particle", and the best example of a natural occurring aerosol is "mist" (being formed when small vaporized water particles mixed with hot ambient air, are cooled down and condenses into a fine cloud of visible airborne water droplets). When using a nebulizer for inhalation therapy with medicine to be administered directly to the lungs, it is important to note that inhaled aerosol droplets can only penetrate into the narrow branches of the lower airways, if they have a small diameter of 1-5 micrometers.
And things got bad to worse. I started coughing so so so badly last night, that I feel my chest tightens, lungs congested, and difficult to breath. I braved to work despite all those calls, and finally raised the white flag by 3PM. I rushed to the Doc, with short breath, chilling hands, shaky legs and watery eyes. Now, do I sound like a drug addict?
When I reached the Doc office, she was terrified. She immediately brought me to the bed section, laid me down the bed, and gave me a Nebulizer. So, I was nebulized. First time ever! Doctor said I had acute respiratory decease, and (she don't quite know why) my brain was just craving for oxygen when I can't breath properly. And I can't breath properly due to cough, and that damn flu. Hey, it's not too serious tho...
After that, the rest are history. I am back in one full piece at home, resting. Still coughing, but certainly not as bad. The Doc gave me the Nebulizer, and told me if I've got the same symptom again at anytime, rush to the nearest hospital. Which means...Makati Medical Center or GrepaLife. And bring the Nebulizer with me!
According to Doc, most hospitals in Makati are not adequately equipped with Nebulizers, and most patients need to wait in queue to use the general machine-operated one at Emergency Unit. For whatever reason, it is always better, and luckier to have a personal nebulizer, just in case.
Well, fine. Here it is, Yenny's Nebulizer:
If I show this to Mom, am sure to freak her out...! Hehehehehe...cheeky *blek*
Infotainment:
In medicine, a nebulizer[1] (spelled nebuliser in British English)[2] is a device used to administer medication in the form of a mist inhaled into the lungs. Nebulizers are commonly used for treatment of cystic fibrosis, asthma, COPD and other respiratory diseases. The common technical principal for all nebulizers is to either use oxygen, compressed air or ultrasonic power, as means to break up medical solutions/suspensions into small aerosol droplets, for direct inhalation from the mouthpiece of the device. The definition of an aerosol is a "mixture of gas and particle", and the best example of a natural occurring aerosol is "mist" (being formed when small vaporized water particles mixed with hot ambient air, are cooled down and condenses into a fine cloud of visible airborne water droplets). When using a nebulizer for inhalation therapy with medicine to be administered directly to the lungs, it is important to note that inhaled aerosol droplets can only penetrate into the narrow branches of the lower airways, if they have a small diameter of 1-5 micrometers.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
finally finalizing!
I didn't like to make decision without any careful (I mean so careful that it takes lots of time for it) consideration. It took me months to think things out, and with my heart crossed, I've finally come to a solution; which pleases everybody I loved dearly. Including myself.
Initiated and finalized a mutual agreement which resulted in a win-win situation (hopefully) with my boss last Monday. Got consent from SuperMom and SuperDad on my return to MNL for serving of resignation purpose. All's Well, Ends Well!
Date of resignation : 15 Jan 2011
Hong Kong Family Trip : 20 Jan - 26 Jan 2011
CNY @ Home : 27 Jan - 7 Feb 2011
Last resignation notice served : 25 Feb 2011
HOME SWEET HOME : 26 FEB 2011 onwards
Pheeewwww.....sign of relief! There goes my self-enrichment journey at Manila. It will come to an end, and it ends on February 2011.
Dad Mom was so afraid that I am tricking them with that Boy Cries Wolf story again. They were so upset when I told them I would return to MNL in Feb (eventho it's only 3 weeks). I re-assured them that there won't be anymore turning back this time. I am serious, my boss is serious, and I will be back.
God Bless. Metta.
Initiated and finalized a mutual agreement which resulted in a win-win situation (hopefully) with my boss last Monday. Got consent from SuperMom and SuperDad on my return to MNL for serving of resignation purpose. All's Well, Ends Well!
Date of resignation : 15 Jan 2011
Hong Kong Family Trip : 20 Jan - 26 Jan 2011
CNY @ Home : 27 Jan - 7 Feb 2011
Last resignation notice served : 25 Feb 2011
HOME SWEET HOME : 26 FEB 2011 onwards
Pheeewwww.....sign of relief! There goes my self-enrichment journey at Manila. It will come to an end, and it ends on February 2011.
Dad Mom was so afraid that I am tricking them with that Boy Cries Wolf story again. They were so upset when I told them I would return to MNL in Feb (eventho it's only 3 weeks). I re-assured them that there won't be anymore turning back this time. I am serious, my boss is serious, and I will be back.
God Bless. Metta.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
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.
Disclaimer: The original characters and plot above are anonymously named, and are the property of the author of this story. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2010 www.memoirswithyenny.blogspot. All rights reserved.
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.
Disclaimer: The original characters and plot above are anonymously named, and are the property of the author of this story. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2010 www.memoirswithyenny.blogspot. All rights reserved.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Halloween 2010
I have never really attended any Halloween Party in my life, until yesterday. Yes, I never did. I think Halloween is not a very IN thing way back in Malaysia. Although we do have a fair amount of Christians (a good mix of chinese and indians), but I don't see people, or practically zombies roaming Jalan Tun Razak on Halloween's Day!
Here does. I saw penguins, batman, pumpkins (popular one!) and a lizard kid walking along Valero St yesterday. As for the grown ups, I saw skeleton man, accidental deaths, witches, vietnamese souls, vampire (boring!) and mummies -- partying all night long.
And me..? Ha Ha .. I was supposed to be a dead waitress, but my make-up swayed me to another theme. I looked more like a possessed waitress. Imagine I was working late at one particular night, patrons were undoubtedly demanding and I was working my life off. And suddenly, a drunkard came over and forced his stinky breath lips on me...and wooosssshhhh! The devil came to me, gave me unlimited strength...and I strangled the big-O disgusting man to his last breath. And after which, I attended Stellent's Halloween Party. The End.
urrgghh...LAME!
It was not a very very enjoyable party, because I was unwillingly chosen to be the Event MC that night. I was crapping my voice away, and all I've got is a bunch of not so sporting audiences. Well, not all of them, but most of them were so-not-cool. In fact, not everybody came dressed up! Some of them were too shy, a small quarter just wanted to look pretty, and the rest just joined for free food and drinks. Duhhz..should have spiked their drinks with some sorts of poison. If they don't participate to the fun, no healing potion for them!
my-oh-my, no matter what it was -- Yenny's first Halloween Party! Guess I won't have the opportunity to participate in this kinda event anymore. OR else, I can just bring my experience and spirits back to KL, and hope my bunch of buddies there will do something for Halloween 2011!
Here does. I saw penguins, batman, pumpkins (popular one!) and a lizard kid walking along Valero St yesterday. As for the grown ups, I saw skeleton man, accidental deaths, witches, vietnamese souls, vampire (boring!) and mummies -- partying all night long.
And me..? Ha Ha .. I was supposed to be a dead waitress, but my make-up swayed me to another theme. I looked more like a possessed waitress. Imagine I was working late at one particular night, patrons were undoubtedly demanding and I was working my life off. And suddenly, a drunkard came over and forced his stinky breath lips on me...and wooosssshhhh! The devil came to me, gave me unlimited strength...and I strangled the big-O disgusting man to his last breath. And after which, I attended Stellent's Halloween Party. The End.
urrgghh...LAME!
It was not a very very enjoyable party, because I was unwillingly chosen to be the Event MC that night. I was crapping my voice away, and all I've got is a bunch of not so sporting audiences. Well, not all of them, but most of them were so-not-cool. In fact, not everybody came dressed up! Some of them were too shy, a small quarter just wanted to look pretty, and the rest just joined for free food and drinks. Duhhz..should have spiked their drinks with some sorts of poison. If they don't participate to the fun, no healing potion for them!
my-oh-my, no matter what it was -- Yenny's first Halloween Party! Guess I won't have the opportunity to participate in this kinda event anymore. OR else, I can just bring my experience and spirits back to KL, and hope my bunch of buddies there will do something for Halloween 2011!
Monday, October 18, 2010
typhoon ... not again!
Typhoon Juan a.k.a. Megi.
The weather have not been kind to me since weekend, and so it's called. I am totally dragged to a gloomy mood too. It's been raining the whole day, and I braved the storms and rain just for a set of McNuggets, fries and coke. I wasn't hungry. Just craved for food.
Expatriates here seems okay with the typhoon thingy, but not me. I am always thinking for the worst that could happen when the wind and gust gets too strong any mankind can comprehend. Of course, natural disasters and calamities happens everywhere. But so not right when it happens to me when I am all alone. Without my family with me, to be precise. If we are stuck together, at least we still have each other and prayers to keep ourselves warm. Not here. Not now. Not right.
I always labeled myself as a rainy person. I love the rain since I was a kid. I could listen to the sound of raindrops falling on whatever, and make a melody out of it. My imagination gone wildest during rainy days, and I am most relaxed then. As I age, I've learned that every beautiful moments don't happen individually. Maybe I loved the rain, or enjoyed the raindrop musical, because I have the right timing, people and place. All elements comes together and forms the magical orchestra. Like now, it's raining like mad cats and wild dogs, but those soothing feelings are no where to be found. Not here. Not now. Not anymore.
Anyway, I just hope that Juan and/or Megi will go away very soon. No more typhoons after this. And it will be the best if I can go to Batangas this weekend.
The weather have not been kind to me since weekend, and so it's called. I am totally dragged to a gloomy mood too. It's been raining the whole day, and I braved the storms and rain just for a set of McNuggets, fries and coke. I wasn't hungry. Just craved for food.
Expatriates here seems okay with the typhoon thingy, but not me. I am always thinking for the worst that could happen when the wind and gust gets too strong any mankind can comprehend. Of course, natural disasters and calamities happens everywhere. But so not right when it happens to me when I am all alone. Without my family with me, to be precise. If we are stuck together, at least we still have each other and prayers to keep ourselves warm. Not here. Not now. Not right.
I always labeled myself as a rainy person. I love the rain since I was a kid. I could listen to the sound of raindrops falling on whatever, and make a melody out of it. My imagination gone wildest during rainy days, and I am most relaxed then. As I age, I've learned that every beautiful moments don't happen individually. Maybe I loved the rain, or enjoyed the raindrop musical, because I have the right timing, people and place. All elements comes together and forms the magical orchestra. Like now, it's raining like mad cats and wild dogs, but those soothing feelings are no where to be found. Not here. Not now. Not anymore.
Anyway, I just hope that Juan and/or Megi will go away very soon. No more typhoons after this. And it will be the best if I can go to Batangas this weekend.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
some other things.....
All my senses are finally coming to a consensus on Friday night. I gathered enough courage to say things I was afraid to say. I have made decision of matters I was chickening from much earlier.
It feels light. And I've got love too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
It is Halloween coming end of October, and I happily, if not gladly taken the honor to become Emcee of Event that night. I have no idea what Halloween is all about, except some silly make-ups by some hippies, and many darn spooky pumpkins hanging at corners. Now I know that those make up are meant to ward off bad spirits, and that orange-y object has a name, Jack-O-Lantern.
The Pinoys celebrates Halloween like how I celebrate 14th Day 7th Month's of Chinese Lunar Calendar (does celebrate sounds too jovial?).....Thinking that I should get customary with the Pinoys, which I think I haven't been too sporting since I came here. Why waste a night full of fun & craps away just like the years before? I AM IN!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I might go to Batangas Beach with Bob and a big bunch of his departmental colleagues next weekend. Of course I am looking forward to it. Heard that's a nice white sandy beach out there. But not necessarily sunny. Weather have been quite weird lately. We just received alerts of Typhoon Megi passing by Metro Manila within 2-3 days time. We are advised to be prepared (if not for the worst) that there may be heavy rain with thunderstorms. It just happened this morning. Sudden shower, then thunderstorms lasted for an hour.
Hmmm...wonder if weather can be kind to me next week, if I can make a day-off to the beach.
It feels light. And I've got love too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
It is Halloween coming end of October, and I happily, if not gladly taken the honor to become Emcee of Event that night. I have no idea what Halloween is all about, except some silly make-ups by some hippies, and many darn spooky pumpkins hanging at corners. Now I know that those make up are meant to ward off bad spirits, and that orange-y object has a name, Jack-O-Lantern.
The Pinoys celebrates Halloween like how I celebrate 14th Day 7th Month's of Chinese Lunar Calendar (does celebrate sounds too jovial?).....Thinking that I should get customary with the Pinoys, which I think I haven't been too sporting since I came here. Why waste a night full of fun & craps away just like the years before? I AM IN!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I might go to Batangas Beach with Bob and a big bunch of his departmental colleagues next weekend. Of course I am looking forward to it. Heard that's a nice white sandy beach out there. But not necessarily sunny. Weather have been quite weird lately. We just received alerts of Typhoon Megi passing by Metro Manila within 2-3 days time. We are advised to be prepared (if not for the worst) that there may be heavy rain with thunderstorms. It just happened this morning. Sudden shower, then thunderstorms lasted for an hour.
Hmmm...wonder if weather can be kind to me next week, if I can make a day-off to the beach.
Monday, October 11, 2010
I've been thinking...
I wonder how's the weather at Home now. I wonder if Dad and Mom are sleeping like the same position I saw them sleeping in that 2 weeks. I wonder, if I should wonder, How much are they thinking about me.
I had very short conversation with Dad via msn like last week. I told Dad that I was thinking about him and Mom that very afternoon, and he came online just to chat a few lines of wisdom words with me.
Like last Monday, I went out for a late (very late) dinner with colleagues at Brogus. Right after that outing, I went home with a very heavy heart. I knew I was afraid of something, which I have no idea what exactly it was. My heart was just pounding for the whole night, and I had to shrug it off in order to sleep.
And on Friday night, I've got a couple of missed call from Dad's handphone while I was away for a meeting. I called back, Dad asked if I've called Mom many times, because Mom's handphone got 10 over missed calls from an international number. They thought of me naturally, worried sick. Of course I hadn't, but I tried to build another conversation with them, but the line got bad. It was like less than taking-5.
And again, I've been thinking about them there after. I saw that Frances Yip's having a Charity Concert at KL soon. I thought if I should get the tickets for them for Dad's coming birthday. But I just didn't have the courage to do so. As I was munching on my Burger King today, it struck me to ring them up for casual talks, but I didn't have the enthusiasm to get my damn phone out.
I've been thinking...if I should call, I should call when I'm ready. And by getting ready means getting all my senses ready, and not just call for the sake of calling.
Maybe I've been tired at work lately. Therefore, I've been thinking, I don't want to do something for the sake of doing it. I'm already enough fake at work. Not with my parents.
And so, I've been thinking..
I had very short conversation with Dad via msn like last week. I told Dad that I was thinking about him and Mom that very afternoon, and he came online just to chat a few lines of wisdom words with me.
Like last Monday, I went out for a late (very late) dinner with colleagues at Brogus. Right after that outing, I went home with a very heavy heart. I knew I was afraid of something, which I have no idea what exactly it was. My heart was just pounding for the whole night, and I had to shrug it off in order to sleep.
And on Friday night, I've got a couple of missed call from Dad's handphone while I was away for a meeting. I called back, Dad asked if I've called Mom many times, because Mom's handphone got 10 over missed calls from an international number. They thought of me naturally, worried sick. Of course I hadn't, but I tried to build another conversation with them, but the line got bad. It was like less than taking-5.
And again, I've been thinking about them there after. I saw that Frances Yip's having a Charity Concert at KL soon. I thought if I should get the tickets for them for Dad's coming birthday. But I just didn't have the courage to do so. As I was munching on my Burger King today, it struck me to ring them up for casual talks, but I didn't have the enthusiasm to get my damn phone out.
I've been thinking...if I should call, I should call when I'm ready. And by getting ready means getting all my senses ready, and not just call for the sake of calling.
Maybe I've been tired at work lately. Therefore, I've been thinking, I don't want to do something for the sake of doing it. I'm already enough fake at work. Not with my parents.
And so, I've been thinking..
Thursday, October 7, 2010
I'll be okay
Taking time away from work and be alone for a little while. So sound like I'm recharging myself with more positive aura. Before heading back to the battlefield again.
I haven't been getting my share of a good fortune cookie since I came here to restart a new career at Makati. Obstacles, a fair bit of bad encounters and whole damn lots of dissatisfaction sound more like it.
It was life and death at front-line Caspo Inc. It was a jungle out there, with so many predators eyeballing to terminate your existence -- just in case you are better than them. Not a single touch of humanity felt. My presence was a challenge. The iron lady side of me made it through the toughest days and hell sent a savior; brought me to Stellent Services Corp.
Many people were looking way on top to this position, making assumptions that life can be much better, fresher air, wider views and Yenny must be enjoying every piece of it. But as I said, hell sent the savior. Looking at the good side, still a savior. But the truth of it, it was from hell.
I am so energy drained today. I do not have the slightest energy to fight the war. Or so it seems, I am totally blasted with another deja vu, like I had it at 10th Floor. Maybe I won't find anymore predators here, but it is full of drama queens roaming like zombies. I see things, I hear things and I dreaded every scent of it.
I have made so many steps backwards to accommodate myself into the environment. I have taken all precautions and boosting my immune system for it. But I lost my chi balance by the end of the day. Like today.
Of course all these are not going to kill me or something. I believe, and realize that there's no place better than Home; not even workplace. That's why I must be way stronger and enthusiastically happier in order to achieve some tangibles I may not get way back Home. There will be a time when I step my foot back to my origin, and head start with a slower pace again. There will be a destination called Home that I can work my head off and yet still able to be with the person I loved dearly. And so I can take off all the weariness and make a slow dance through the night.
This will not make me fall, but I will remember how it feels like a tour in hell. It won't be so scary anymore when I look back to all these crap I had. I gained life experience. Bad ones.....but
I'll be okay....when it's time to call quit.
I haven't been getting my share of a good fortune cookie since I came here to restart a new career at Makati. Obstacles, a fair bit of bad encounters and whole damn lots of dissatisfaction sound more like it.
It was life and death at front-line Caspo Inc. It was a jungle out there, with so many predators eyeballing to terminate your existence -- just in case you are better than them. Not a single touch of humanity felt. My presence was a challenge. The iron lady side of me made it through the toughest days and hell sent a savior; brought me to Stellent Services Corp.
Many people were looking way on top to this position, making assumptions that life can be much better, fresher air, wider views and Yenny must be enjoying every piece of it. But as I said, hell sent the savior. Looking at the good side, still a savior. But the truth of it, it was from hell.
I am so energy drained today. I do not have the slightest energy to fight the war. Or so it seems, I am totally blasted with another deja vu, like I had it at 10th Floor. Maybe I won't find anymore predators here, but it is full of drama queens roaming like zombies. I see things, I hear things and I dreaded every scent of it.
I have made so many steps backwards to accommodate myself into the environment. I have taken all precautions and boosting my immune system for it. But I lost my chi balance by the end of the day. Like today.
Of course all these are not going to kill me or something. I believe, and realize that there's no place better than Home; not even workplace. That's why I must be way stronger and enthusiastically happier in order to achieve some tangibles I may not get way back Home. There will be a time when I step my foot back to my origin, and head start with a slower pace again. There will be a destination called Home that I can work my head off and yet still able to be with the person I loved dearly. And so I can take off all the weariness and make a slow dance through the night.
This will not make me fall, but I will remember how it feels like a tour in hell. It won't be so scary anymore when I look back to all these crap I had. I gained life experience. Bad ones.....but
I'll be okay....when it's time to call quit.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
checking in~ Easton Place
There goes my 2 weeks excitement and thrilling encounters at home. As said, I have had my blessings from the Triple Gems, and the Guardian Angels have been very very kind and loving to me, my family and friends...
Of course, I have a number of subjects to update here at my personal space. But coming back to Manila feels like a big big hangover~ I don't know why. Let me get over with this restlessness, so I can fill up my pages with some very very touching and close to hearts encounters way back HOME.
and yes, I will be HOME soon.
Of course, I have a number of subjects to update here at my personal space. But coming back to Manila feels like a big big hangover~ I don't know why. Let me get over with this restlessness, so I can fill up my pages with some very very touching and close to hearts encounters way back HOME.
and yes, I will be HOME soon.
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