Ramble Bimble Bamble.

I've run out of things to say.

I had thought of what to blog about but I procrastinated by reading the newspaper and chatting till I forgot my motive in blogging in the first place.

Oh ya, a short note, I was approached by a guy who supposedly works for this bank and is trying to recruit me. My skills in sales must be really good. =p

Ceh wahhh, but I have to say, there aren't many people who are either in the sales/promoting business, even waitresses, who are able to keep a smile and maintain a polite attitude when it comes to dealing with customers and people. I noticed that almost everywhere I go, promoters and even waitresses have faces that can curdle milk.

Will blog more but am trying to sleep early again.

Sleeping late affects my mood. In a bad way, so nite nite people!

Back to Life.

Ehehe, sorry for the long hiatus. Firstly, was really busy with assignments, and secondly, well, frankly I was just lazy.

A lot of things has happened since the last post. I found a job(not gonna mention where as stalkers may be around). Found the true colors of the world, it ain't nice. Working as a sales promoter where one has to have the guts to approach the customer surprisingly was second nature to me.
=)

Must be in the right course then.

Let me tell you one of the experiences I had in my first week of work. I was cheated right in front of my eyes. I am working as a sales promoter as I have said, in a shop that sells tea therefore, we have a sales target to meet. On my first day, the other guy who was also working there was cunningly siphoning my sales into his account. As we employees have our own codes, we are to key in our own respective codes when we sell a product, as much as I hate to admit, I was naive and too trusting, I had allowed him to key in my code for me as I was not taught to use the computer. But he was happily using his own code.

The even more shocking thing was that, after I found out about it, the guy had the cheek to suggest that we play scissors,paper, stone and whoever wins, the sales should go to the winner. I mean, what does he take me for, a 2 year old? When I refused, he then proceeded to suggest that we take turns alternately to take the sales. First of all, I am doing all the talking and selling, secondly, I freaking stand up for 6 hours straight while you take long and frequent toilet breaks and take the slightest opportunity to laze and sit?

The funny thing was, as I told it to my close ones and they all suggested that I ignore the guy but for some particular reason, I have this thinking that there must be some good in everyone. (Yeah, super naive aren't I?) So instead of ignoring him, I still talked to him and treated him nicely but I was careful that I was there when he keyed in my code.

Surprise surprise, he managed to cheat me still. I was standing there, waiting for my code to be keyed in, he quickly keyed in his code and ta-da, he just sold RM20 worth of product thanks to my skills and hard work. That was when I decided that I had enough, in my heart, I prayed a silent pray for him to fall down flat on his face and ... haha, joking. But I did pray, I told God, I have done what You have asked of us, to love our enemies, I have treated him good when all he deserved was a good whacking. Where is the justice?

The next day came, I managed to sell RM400++ of goods while he got a measly RM100 worth and he was also reprimanded by the manager for being lazy and trying to cheat little girls aka me.

=)

God is good isn't He?

Well, I have still a few more weeks to go and hopefully, God will help me through.

And I want to thank those who supported me, lent me their ears. I appreciate you.

More stories to come but that would be for another post. Till then, stay strong! =D

Suffocating...

Assignments.... help.... too much.... help..... can't breathe...... too... much.....

*dies*

About me (Part II)-Breaking Point

They met at the park often, sitting on the same bench every time. He looked forward to these meetings. Surprisingly he noticed how easy it was for the both of them to ease in and out of conversations. The only downside was her unpredicted mood swings. One minute she would be talking animatedly, words streaming out like a speeding train and the other minute, she would refuse to utter a word, like a clamped up oyster.

From these conversations, he was surprised to find out that she was many years younger. Yet, this did not show from the way she carries herself. She had an air of maturity on her. With the time spent with her, he noticed that the responsibility that she carries has forced her into adulthood far beyond her years. Naturally, he was compelled to help her, to listen to her, even if it was just to lend a listening ear, he was more than willing.

Though she was matured for her age, he was aware of moments in which she would let loose. She had become accustom to him to be able to vent her frustrations and sometimes even anger at him. He knew she would come to regret it later but at least he understood that she had him as an outlet to unleash her suppressed disappointments and aggravations.

“ Like a loose cannon you are,” he remembered telling her, when she had poured out her irritations and annoyance, “ you hide and keep everything inside of you, building and ignoring your own resentments, your anger until you can’t take it any longer before you blow up on me,’’ he had continued to tease her.

He knew the facade she plays, the mask she puts on in front of everyone and he was glad to be able to see her true self once in a while. The scoff she had gave him after that little lecture of his was it confidence or ignorance, he could not discern. She had boasted that she was able to handle her own emotions well if not for some random outbursts, she was doing very well thank you. She had ignored his advice and had pushed his help away.

It was soon to be known, that it was this slow build up that had lead to her breaking point.

16/5/2011

To be continued...

About me (Part I)

She asked, with tears glistening in her eyes, "will you write a book about me?"

He knew she was dying and yet he did not want to accept the fact that she would be gone soon.

"No, you'll get better and then you must write your own story," he answered as he choked back the tears. He had to appear strong; he must not let her down, must not show his true emotions.

He recalled those wonderful years he had with her. She with those dark brown eyes, short choppy haired, my pixie haired angel he used to call her. Her small petite frame belies the strong and determined nature she had. Not to be fooled, she was strong. Petite frame she may be but she was sturdy and tough. He knew she did not like depending on people no matter how much she needed help. But now, seeing her lying on the bed, worn out and drained by the many years of self-inflicted pain due to her stubbornness he regretted not forcing her to stop, he regretted not being able to change her mind set. He knew this scenario would not have happened had he been more firm with her, just by trying a little harder and not giving in to her obstinate, headstrong and sometimes childish behavior.

"A little too late for regrets now," he thought.

He remembered seeing her for the first time, sitting casually on at the ledge of a balcony. Slowly but surely, he started to notice her more, usually walking down his street, at the park. What attracted him most was her special smile when she was in the presence of a child, a baby. At the park, he noticed she would head straight to the mothers. Asking for permission, she would cuddle the child, with such love in her eyes he could not resist. Surprisingly, she was the one who approached him first. No matter how hard he tries to recollect, he fails to remember the exchange of pleasantries, from the little piece of paper with her number on it to the first call he made, the memory continues to elude him.

To be continued...

Look First.

Sometimes, explanation does not work for me. There are times when I feel the need to explain myself and yet I am cut off and not given a chance. That is why sometimes, I rather keep to myself than explain.

Have you ever felt, that no matter what choices you make, you are still in the wrong. Nothing you do seems to make sense to them, nothing is right.

Blasting off music loudly to drown my thoughts.

A long update from the long absence.

One dark and gloomy afternoon, driving back from Taylor's.

Went to Jeram Toi to visit the waterfall.


The old dog in the house, Benji.


This plate costs an extravagant RM12. Tsk tsk tsk, for students like me in Taylor's is like a pig in a slaughter house, not that I'm a pig but yeah, the exorbitant price is...

Did some cooking during the weekend.

French beans,tauhu and pork.

Bitterguard with ducks egg.

Bowl on the left is chicken's egg, and duck's egg on the right.

The cute puppy called Google. Friend's dog. As small as the size of my palm.


Actually there are more pictures but am a little too lazy to transfer them. Might have a whole new post dedicated to the next bunch of pictures. =)