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Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Merdeka for all the wrong reasons
Today was my last day at work. Again. While I more or less didn't really want to leave, I'm still glad that I got out of there as early as possible. Now I'm free to laze around at home, play games and do whatever I like while jobhunting instead of sitting in the office doing close to nothing except twiddling my thumbs and look for games to play, because, well, it's not like I had a lot of work left.
Still, I'm guessing that come Friday morning (afternoon?), I will wake up, and the first thing that will pop in my head is my god, what am I going to do for the rest of the day.
Still, I'm guessing that come Friday morning (afternoon?), I will wake up, and the first thing that will pop in my head is my god, what am I going to do for the rest of the day.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Only You (Part Three)
Significant Other: Hey, I told my colleague about the song.
Me: Really??!
Significant Other: Yeah. He was quite curious. At first, anyway. After I told him what song it was I wanted to know about, he asked me why I would want to find a song like that.
Me: Heehee.
Significant Other: I had to explain to him that my girlfriend thought the song was hillarious. He gave me this look as if I was funny in the head and said he didn't know a song like that, and didn't want to, either.
Me: Awwwww :( Why not??
Significant Other: You mean besides because it's horrible??!
Me: Pffft. You people just have no sense of humour.
To be continued...
Me: Really??!
Significant Other: Yeah. He was quite curious. At first, anyway. After I told him what song it was I wanted to know about, he asked me why I would want to find a song like that.
Me: Heehee.
Significant Other: I had to explain to him that my girlfriend thought the song was hillarious. He gave me this look as if I was funny in the head and said he didn't know a song like that, and didn't want to, either.
Me: Awwwww :( Why not??
Significant Other: You mean besides because it's horrible??!
Me: Pffft. You people just have no sense of humour.
To be continued...
Friday, August 18, 2006
Decay
Few months ago before I took on my soon-to-be-defunct job, I was attached to another small ad agency. It lasted a week. Ever since then, the time I served there has been the butt of many jokes. It was a 'graveyard' company, as a friend put it.
As I was walking back to my car this evening, I mused that my current company was slowly becoming a graveyard itself. Z, the creative director had left. My other colleagues were running around going for interviews. The other two partners were out most of the time. Even when everyone else is in, there is an unmistakable quietness in the air, deafening over the loud chatter between my colleagues, the rapid clacking of the keyboards, and the loud music blaring from the senior designer's speakers. I guess that was when I smelt the stench of decay, not just of the company, but my own. I feel like I'm rotting inside, slowly dying with every second that passes by. I don't feel like doing my work anymore, nor do I know why I'm even doing my work for. It all seems pointless as the stench of decay overwhelms me.
A few days ago, Significant Other was talking to me about how he heard Western Europe was slowly dying. "People there don't have a sense of urgency," he said. "They just sit at home everyday and watch TV. It's as if they're waiting for their time to die." He shudders. "I can't live in a place like that."
It reminded me at once of the surface world in Texhnolyze. How it was much older, and more technologically advanced than the underground world, but its citizens were slowly dying, living only in memory. They had forgotten what it was like to live, waiting instead for their deaths. Their world was beautiful, but devoid of life. Decaying.
"You know, we feel really bad about the whole thing. You can stay employed till you find yourself a job," one of the partners say. I can't. Because the more I stay, the more I feel like I'm dying inside, digging my own grave in this graveyard.
Decaying.
And I don't belong there.
As I was walking back to my car this evening, I mused that my current company was slowly becoming a graveyard itself. Z, the creative director had left. My other colleagues were running around going for interviews. The other two partners were out most of the time. Even when everyone else is in, there is an unmistakable quietness in the air, deafening over the loud chatter between my colleagues, the rapid clacking of the keyboards, and the loud music blaring from the senior designer's speakers. I guess that was when I smelt the stench of decay, not just of the company, but my own. I feel like I'm rotting inside, slowly dying with every second that passes by. I don't feel like doing my work anymore, nor do I know why I'm even doing my work for. It all seems pointless as the stench of decay overwhelms me.
A few days ago, Significant Other was talking to me about how he heard Western Europe was slowly dying. "People there don't have a sense of urgency," he said. "They just sit at home everyday and watch TV. It's as if they're waiting for their time to die." He shudders. "I can't live in a place like that."
It reminded me at once of the surface world in Texhnolyze. How it was much older, and more technologically advanced than the underground world, but its citizens were slowly dying, living only in memory. They had forgotten what it was like to live, waiting instead for their deaths. Their world was beautiful, but devoid of life. Decaying.
"You know, we feel really bad about the whole thing. You can stay employed till you find yourself a job," one of the partners say. I can't. Because the more I stay, the more I feel like I'm dying inside, digging my own grave in this graveyard.
Decaying.
And I don't belong there.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Why I should never be left alone while driving to somewhere new
Monday night I decided to do something out of the blue hue of my ordinary routine and pop by the place of a friend who I haven't seen in months.
"Where are you staying now?" I asked over the phone.
"Oh, you know, where I used to stay last time in Kelana Jaya. At Tiara Kelana," he explained.
A thought bubble that said "Ehh, wasn't that place called Kelana Putera?" popped above my head. But hey, I am a blur person, I probably got the name of the place wrong. So I got in my car and drove to the condominium where he was staying at and squinted around to look for the signboard announcing the name of the place. It was too dark. Well, he DID use to stay here, so I found a place to park outside, and rang his phone to let him know that I just arrived.
"Why don't you just park inside?" he asked.
"I can park inside? Since when?"
"Uhm, since a long time ago? Just tell the guard that you're here to see me and he'll let you in. You can park right outside my block, it's the one after the curve in the road. You'll see a basketball court to the right, although it's a bit dark out, just park on the left hand side, that's for visitors."
"Ok." I start my car, drove up to the guard booth and told him my friend's unit number and block. The guard let me in.
The place was kinda big, so I drove around attempting to look for a basketball court to my right. I went one round around the whole place and never found it.
I called my friend. "Uhhh, where did you say your block was again? I don't see any basketball court."
"Umm, are you lost?"
I looked around. "I think so?"
"What?? How can you get lost?!"
"Why not??!"
"Okay, tell you what, I'll come down and walk around the place till I find you."
I glanced around. Tall condominiums loomed over me. "Uhh, are you sure about that?" Place is kinda big, innit.
"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute."
"Ok." I sit in my car and waited for five minutes. Then I called him again.
"Yup?"
"You're not lost too, are you?"
"Lost??! I went around the whole place and I didn't find you! I asked the guard if anyone was looking for me and he said no!"
"HUH??!"
"*SIGH* You're at the wrong apartment, aren't you?"
"Urm."
"It's Tiara Kelana, you know, not KELANA PUTERA."
"Urm."
"Tiara Kelana is the one next to the stadium!!!"
"Oh. What? Wait a minute, since when did you ever stay there?"
"A few years ago?"
"Oh. Well, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT, you know."
I meekly drove my car out and head towards Tiara Kelana. When I got there, I understood why he couldn't get why I said I was lost. Tiara Kelana consists of ONE SQUARE, with one apartment block taking up EACH CORNER.
I drove around the corner and peered for a basketball court. I couldn't see anything in the dark. So I drove up a little further. This big sign with the words "BLOCK C" came into view. That's his block, I thought. But I don't see a basketball court! ...Umm, maybe there's something else further up? So I drove on some more.
And ended up back at the guardhouse. There was no way to go around without going out, so the guard had to let me out and in again. Talk about embarassing. This time, I drove up to the signboard and called him again.
"I don't see a basketball court!!" I claimed indignantly.
"What??! *Sigh* Well, I can see you from my window here...look to your right now and tell me what you see."
I turned to my right and squinted in the darkness. The silhoutte of trees were illuminated by the lights from the apartment units opposite.
"I see......a......garden?" I said with uncertainity in my voice.
"WHAT??! ....Argh, nevermind, get your ass up here. I'm 3A##"
"Ok." I park my car, walk to his block, went inside the elevator and pressed for the third floor. Then I walked up to ## and called him again.
"I'm outside."
"Ok, I'll open up and let you in."
Maybe two minutes pass. I shift my weight around from foot to foot. My phone rings. It's him.
"Yup?"
"3A is fourth floor."
"OH."
Later on, when I was leaving, he walked me out to the spot where he asked me to look to the right. I looked again, and said yes, isn't this a freaking garden or something? He sighed loudly and pointed to a corner a little further off to the right of where I was looking. So I turned and looked.
Lo and behold, under a lit streetlamp was a basketball hoop.
Well, to my defense, it was dark, mmm kay?
"Where are you staying now?" I asked over the phone.
"Oh, you know, where I used to stay last time in Kelana Jaya. At Tiara Kelana," he explained.
A thought bubble that said "Ehh, wasn't that place called Kelana Putera?" popped above my head. But hey, I am a blur person, I probably got the name of the place wrong. So I got in my car and drove to the condominium where he was staying at and squinted around to look for the signboard announcing the name of the place. It was too dark. Well, he DID use to stay here, so I found a place to park outside, and rang his phone to let him know that I just arrived.
"Why don't you just park inside?" he asked.
"I can park inside? Since when?"
"Uhm, since a long time ago? Just tell the guard that you're here to see me and he'll let you in. You can park right outside my block, it's the one after the curve in the road. You'll see a basketball court to the right, although it's a bit dark out, just park on the left hand side, that's for visitors."
"Ok." I start my car, drove up to the guard booth and told him my friend's unit number and block. The guard let me in.
The place was kinda big, so I drove around attempting to look for a basketball court to my right. I went one round around the whole place and never found it.
I called my friend. "Uhhh, where did you say your block was again? I don't see any basketball court."
"Umm, are you lost?"
I looked around. "I think so?"
"What?? How can you get lost?!"
"Why not??!"
"Okay, tell you what, I'll come down and walk around the place till I find you."
I glanced around. Tall condominiums loomed over me. "Uhh, are you sure about that?" Place is kinda big, innit.
"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute."
"Ok." I sit in my car and waited for five minutes. Then I called him again.
"Yup?"
"You're not lost too, are you?"
"Lost??! I went around the whole place and I didn't find you! I asked the guard if anyone was looking for me and he said no!"
"HUH??!"
"*SIGH* You're at the wrong apartment, aren't you?"
"Urm."
"It's Tiara Kelana, you know, not KELANA PUTERA."
"Urm."
"Tiara Kelana is the one next to the stadium!!!"
"Oh. What? Wait a minute, since when did you ever stay there?"
"A few years ago?"
"Oh. Well, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT, you know."
I meekly drove my car out and head towards Tiara Kelana. When I got there, I understood why he couldn't get why I said I was lost. Tiara Kelana consists of ONE SQUARE, with one apartment block taking up EACH CORNER.
I drove around the corner and peered for a basketball court. I couldn't see anything in the dark. So I drove up a little further. This big sign with the words "BLOCK C" came into view. That's his block, I thought. But I don't see a basketball court! ...Umm, maybe there's something else further up? So I drove on some more.
And ended up back at the guardhouse. There was no way to go around without going out, so the guard had to let me out and in again. Talk about embarassing. This time, I drove up to the signboard and called him again.
"I don't see a basketball court!!" I claimed indignantly.
"What??! *Sigh* Well, I can see you from my window here...look to your right now and tell me what you see."
I turned to my right and squinted in the darkness. The silhoutte of trees were illuminated by the lights from the apartment units opposite.
"I see......a......garden?" I said with uncertainity in my voice.
"WHAT??! ....Argh, nevermind, get your ass up here. I'm 3A##"
"Ok." I park my car, walk to his block, went inside the elevator and pressed for the third floor. Then I walked up to ## and called him again.
"I'm outside."
"Ok, I'll open up and let you in."
Maybe two minutes pass. I shift my weight around from foot to foot. My phone rings. It's him.
"Yup?"
"3A is fourth floor."
"OH."
Later on, when I was leaving, he walked me out to the spot where he asked me to look to the right. I looked again, and said yes, isn't this a freaking garden or something? He sighed loudly and pointed to a corner a little further off to the right of where I was looking. So I turned and looked.
Lo and behold, under a lit streetlamp was a basketball hoop.
Well, to my defense, it was dark, mmm kay?
Monday, August 07, 2006
Only You (Part Two)
A few weeks ago, Significant Other and I were having a late night dinner at the drivethrough McDonalds near The Curve when I heard a very familiar tune. The speakers were significantly softer than the ones at the Subang drivethrough, but it was unmistakable.
"On-ly youuuuuu.....dooo dooo doo doo dooooo-"
I burst out laughing. Significant Other stares at me like I've just been possessed by the devil. "Why are you suddenly laughing like that?" he asks suspisicously.
The knowledge that he loves classic music comes to mind, and I laugh even harder. Man, he is not going to take this very well. But I decide to torture him anyway, loving girlfriend that I am. I point to the speakers. "Listen," I giggle.
He strains to listen to the music over the din. "Dooo doo doo doo doooo doo-" He looks at me curiously.
I hold up my hand. "Wait for it," I said excitedly.
"Dooo dooo doo doo...On-ly youuuuuuu.....can make....this wooorlddd seem right.... dooo dooo-"
Significant Other looks at me with a mortified expression on his face. "WHAT IS THAT??!"
I burst out laughing again. "Well, from what I gather, it's some weird dance remix of Only You."
"WHATT??!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!"
"HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA-"
"HOW COULD THEY??!!! WHO DID THIS??!! I'M GOING TO KILL WHO DID THIS!!!!"
"HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"
"MY EARS!! I CAN'T GET THIS ABOMINATION OUT OF MY HEAD!!!"
"HAHAHA but it's SO FUNNY!!!"
"NO IT'S NOT!!! IT'S HORRIBLE!!!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA~!! Well, actually, I've been trying to find this song over for awhile."
"Oh my god WHYY??!"
"Umm, because it's funny?"
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!!"
"Pfft. You have no sense of humour."
"....Well, actually, I have this colleague whose job is to more or less keep a look out for music. Maybe he knows."
"Really??!"
"I dunno, let me go ask him and see what he says."
"On-ly youuuuuu.....dooo dooo doo doo dooooo-"
I burst out laughing. Significant Other stares at me like I've just been possessed by the devil. "Why are you suddenly laughing like that?" he asks suspisicously.
The knowledge that he loves classic music comes to mind, and I laugh even harder. Man, he is not going to take this very well. But I decide to torture him anyway, loving girlfriend that I am. I point to the speakers. "Listen," I giggle.
He strains to listen to the music over the din. "Dooo doo doo doo doooo doo-" He looks at me curiously.
I hold up my hand. "Wait for it," I said excitedly.
"Dooo dooo doo doo...On-ly youuuuuuu.....can make....this wooorlddd seem right.... dooo dooo-"
Significant Other looks at me with a mortified expression on his face. "WHAT IS THAT??!"
I burst out laughing again. "Well, from what I gather, it's some weird dance remix of Only You."
"WHATT??!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!!!!"
"HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA-"
"HOW COULD THEY??!!! WHO DID THIS??!! I'M GOING TO KILL WHO DID THIS!!!!"
"HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-"
"MY EARS!! I CAN'T GET THIS ABOMINATION OUT OF MY HEAD!!!"
"HAHAHA but it's SO FUNNY!!!"
"NO IT'S NOT!!! IT'S HORRIBLE!!!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA~!! Well, actually, I've been trying to find this song over for awhile."
"Oh my god WHYY??!"
"Umm, because it's funny?"
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!!"
"Pfft. You have no sense of humour."
"....Well, actually, I have this colleague whose job is to more or less keep a look out for music. Maybe he knows."
"Really??!"
"I dunno, let me go ask him and see what he says."
Friday, August 04, 2006
Hiding in plain sight
I hate cold showers. When I first started at the gym, I was more or less horrified to find out that the heaters installed with the showers didn't work. After trying out all of the showers installed in the bathroom, I gave up and assumed that they didn't provide hot water for you to shower with. Eventually I learned to live with it, although I still really hate taking cold showers.
Then today, as I was taking off my shoes to step into the shower, I discovered something very interesting. There were a row of switches right ABOVE the shoe rack, partially hidden by some clothes hanging on a rack. Even more interestingly, each switch had a number pasted at the top.
Obviously, 1 + 1 = 2. I flipped on a switch and tried pressing the button on the corresponding shower unit. It lighted up and hot water started flowing out.
...
OMG, I AM TEH STUPID!!! T__T
Then today, as I was taking off my shoes to step into the shower, I discovered something very interesting. There were a row of switches right ABOVE the shoe rack, partially hidden by some clothes hanging on a rack. Even more interestingly, each switch had a number pasted at the top.
Obviously, 1 + 1 = 2. I flipped on a switch and tried pressing the button on the corresponding shower unit. It lighted up and hot water started flowing out.
...
OMG, I AM TEH STUPID!!! T__T