Dils Stop .

Bengangnyeeeee... aku cakap tanak dgr... Lagi potong aku cakap. Aku cakap.. duk potong2.. pastu tak paham2.... wargh.. bape kali nk dgr/ckp ni.. aku dah marah gegile ni.... tapi gelak je.. warghhh.. marah laie... Arghhhh Terpaksa... overtime sebab die.. wargh wargh.. dh lewat dh ni.. wargh

I am partially deaf.. and being in a job that needed every particle of concentration when a customer is talking is really really a strain. Probably thats why the doctor said my blood pressure is kinda low. Well.. if high blood pressure = stress, low blood pressure = you dont have enough stress in your life? You don't have excitement anymore? Granted my life is humdrum just for the moment. And today... I was almost really going to lose my temper at a customer. Gimme a break la... She was shouting herself hoarse and typically me when somebody is angry or shouting at me, I just shut them out. My mind just went... kaput! Thats it. All I will hear is snippets of words. And from what we found out later on, it was her fault. She was using somebody else credit card and doesnt want that person to know. I realized then how unattractive we are when we are rude. I meant the most cultured person that have 3 or 4 PhD hanging up at the wall of their office, and eat caviars like most of us ate rot...

Help me! I am a vindictive woman! Hahha.. Oh well.. I can't hide it from all of you. Probably some of you might even have a sneaking suspicion about it. But well.. sometimes I am bad... Very Bad! Whip Me! Thats not the way it goes... I am out of line here. Its just felt nice to be bad , sometimes. Anyway... we read other peoples blog. And I did read one of this blog, and the blog owner was mercilessly put down and ostracized. I meant... well if it was me. I would cringe reading it. Because.. no matter how we look at blog, its somehow like a personal achievement of our smallish literary talents. We talk to it, like it is our best friends, and if our best friend snubbed us and say that we are rubbish, it sure does put a damper to it, right? As I said before in my previous post, every time when I post a blog, it is like my little darling baby. We put such careful considerations in it. And would you like reading what you wrote about say 3 years from now? I wouldnt be sure. Thats wh...

Such a simple topic. Its so general that we don't know where to start. Its a joy. Yes. It delight our ears and soul. Yes. It brings a message. Yes. Yet such simple thing, we rarely drink in the glory and beauty of it. I always just love to put my bulky headphone on when I am feeling azure blue and let the music wash me away from all those unpleasant real life thingies. Like when I just heard "El Roxanne De Tango", the clear baritone voice of Ewan McGregor and the violin playing, I can feel it caress me and then engulfed me on gloom, downing it to further dark depths. The masterpiece by Tchaikovsky Sleeping Beauty finale piece, it brings to mind of regality and splendor. I can almost see and felt the velvet and silk, the heavy brocade, the shining cold white marble on my feet. And a lingering sadness in spite of it. Seems like.. something that you know you can't have yet you held your head high. And in YoYo Ma, suite 3, bww 1068, it brings to mind the clear blue sky, c...

I had just finish reading my all time favorite Anne books again. I can never grew tired of it. It is just so beautiful. People nowadays can't write about the same thing again. When I read about a particular beautiful description of the smell of flowers or the feels on walking around at the woods, I am sure only people living on those far away time can feel that. We can't enjoy any of that anymore. Walk in the woods? Most likely the only thing you will feel is that is somebody following me to 'abuse' me. Smelling flowers? We had to buy them for almost RM50 now to smell it. Anyhow.... there's a little verse from Tennyson that is written at the book. All precious things discovered late To those that seek them issue forth, For Love in sequel works with Fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth. -TENNYSON- And somehow it is true. We discovered things that we hold dear to us when things are too late, we discovered them after so much things had happened, or when we are m...

I was being "summoned" as that what I felt when I read the letter to go to the Peperiksaan Pegawai Tadbir and Diplomatik Gred 41 at Sek. Men. Teknik Azizah, JB. I know what to expect of the exams since my friends, family and fellow blogger taqi here had told of their similar experience. Except I don't have a fetish for schoolgirl with uniform. The exam was held on Tuesday and Wednesday. It was my "weekend" pon, so what the heck. I went. I went back to JB with my brother. At first I was suppose to go with my mom. But my mom is way too tired after her trip to Vietnam. So my brother was handed the task to accompany me. Or should I say me accompanying him. So there I was after work lugged my bag with my brother to go to Pudu. I keep on forgetting why I hate Pudu, but yeah.. now I remembered. The smoke, the smell, the poor light, the heat.... And I can't remembered exactly whats the bus company name are but the bus name are Gunung Raya Express. The ticket guy wa...

that.. even in my dream my wish won't come true. How tiring. To suffer dissapointment in a reality living dreamless world and to get no reprieve even when I slept. I woke up... feeling rejected. Great. Just great.

Owh.. most ppls just opt to work in the weekend. But Im working shift. So here I am. But it is quite fun though. Its more relax, u get a lot more laugh. The food is great. Its a helluva lotsa fun. Of course it is killing your social life. But hey.. I don't have much of a social life anyway. No biggies for me. (snide comments heard all around.. ignore it) I seems to be enjoying my new job! Yeay.. of course they are downtime. Meaning if customer got mad or you are really really sluggish in waking up ~ But they are up times when they appreciate your efforts. So every job got its pro and cons. But the environment is nice.... the peoples are extra nice. No one was telling me to get another job quickly (*hint *hint to other places), no one was looking at you askance like you just stepped on a cat poo or something and peoples dont give you looks when you are really reluctant to work overtime. And the system is currently down. Owh.. I dont know if thats good or bad for us. We just have to...

It is right outside the Setiawangsa LRT station, somewhere near the drain. Hahhaha.. malu malu~ ::BLuSHinG:: :: Sigh:: I guess my friends have to take back their words that I am no longer "blur".