THE DAY I ACTUALLY FELT SOME HUMAN VALUES IN ME

I have stopped looking forward to anything in the stupid job that I do.

I hate to go to work and see almost the full bunch of people i hate and so want to

pour acid and see them dissolve.

I also hate the idea of giving instructions to people with intellect not equivalent to the post that they are holding in the organisation.

But I do like having sessions where the people i despise are dispersed around and hidden among heads of kids.

Yeah i conducts workshop. Doing b a t i k. Conduct may not be a suitable term. Facilitate ? Teach ? Assist ? Lectures?

Whatever it is, I head the class :D (Ya, I have a tendency to monopolize what I do)

As much as I don't like kids, its a warm feel in the heart when you hav this ;

CLASS PARTICIPATION - ya, kids actually do listen sometimes. depends on what you said and how u convey your message. ANd i think I did quite ok :) despite the facts that I hate kids , pets or any organism that excrete out shit. besides me, of course :)

Garbed with little knowledge I have on what I preach to these people, I think I always manage to conduct the class with grace and a dash of emotional quotient and hopefully inspires them to not go be an arse to the society.

See? I ask provocative question which leads to much anticiption. woot!


Kids from Negeri Sembilan on a tour to KL, dropping by for an hour of batik session.

I believe in the answer-and-u-shall-be-rewarded mode of learning. Cus people are often greedy to get some freebies, tho its some expired calendar bookmark... :P (gosh i am evil)

Sometimes I do a wonderful job in giving out explanation. Sometimes I am crap. So my teaching trails and I mislead people, i must admit. nevertheles I am still good at what I do :P

I think I sound convincing enough :)

No meh??

Kids from Sek Men Tampin or Telok Gong or somewhere from Seremban.

A very weird day indeed. With 40 students from the Kelab pelancongan of the particular school. Class was as usual. I trailed and mislead as usual :)

And the President of the club made a speech to thank me... awww... i mislead and crapped my way and i got a thank you speech... U__U (i vow i will do better next time)

And it was 1 hour and half session of briefing, and hand-on, 15 mins of drying and Q&A and another 15 mins of camwhoring with the students in the gallery. Upon request. :)

Well cant blame them. They have not seen any ah moi in batik sarong as gorgeous as mine.

And by now my pix is already in most of their camera phone memories and downloaded to friendster. Ya I heard a smatter of Mandarin about 'friendster' during the unofficial photo taking session..

I hope you guy can photoshop my boobs a bit before uploading? No?

HEAR NO EVIL

I so hate where i live.

Again I heard people yodelling in lust a unit below mine.

I hate where I live.

As much as i love sex, it's not really what I have in mind to have the sound effect translated to my mind in THIS neighbourhood.

Day in day out, i enter the elevator alongside many other people not as hot as me >_<
Mostly ladies in their shabby pajamas, dirty work clothes, out-of-fashion-wear, weeping baby in tow. And men in their extremely dirty work clothes, 2 packs of cigarettes in hand, engine-oil laden hands, smelly body, scruffy hair and not really in good shape.
Oh, there's another group of men above 46 yrs old. In worn out shirt with only 2 buttons on and 3 quarter pants that seems not washed for a couple of days.

When I heard the yodel, (for the second time!!) I felt a moment of intrusion into my life after work. My private life in my room. Why does the sound transfer so easily to my unit?
Why must she start yodelling at 10.30pm?? We are living in time where at 10.30pm, there's lots of series to catch up on tv. And that is als time where most would have just finished some light snacks after dinner and waiting for Grey's Anatomy to start.

10 freaking minutes of yodeleh- yodeleh-hii-hoo!!!! It could have been longer, I dunno....
But it keep roaming my mind to find out who is the 'yodeler' among those that I've seen in the elevator daily??
Gawd i pray it's not the 60 years old aunty who sells newspaper or her daughter in law who looked like a tomboy. Gosh, please not the ah sor who wear crocs and always dirty the elevator with her bags of dripping thrash.

I guess it's none of my business as to when people like to yodel. not that I have anything against it.. Hey, its part of sex :) and sex is not prohibited.
But to have to listen to people yodeling when I am in meditation mode trying to convince myself I have a great life is not appealing at all..

I hate my place....

BARKING COWS, BANKING PIGGY

Today, a bunch of cows was outside their barn. They invited the media crow for a show. When the crowd was sufficient, then they started barking. They bark and they bark and they bark.

Topic of the bark : They do not want to give 10% of the barn for the pigs and some other strays.

Cow Ali : No!! NO!! We will not share our barn!! Not even a single place for the pigs or the strays! It is ours. The Kanina-sia created the place for us kanina-boo !! No one else shall share our barn! The barn which belongs to 100% cow-brains like us!

All Cow : BARK!!! BARK!! BARK!!! NO TO OTHERS!! ITS OURS!! THE BARN IS OURS!

Those were the remarks by the pre-pubescent cow clans who were educated in the 'Barn of Marah' built for the cows... and who gave the idea to share the barn?
Another cow U__U who is either anti-cow or simply have got inssufficient publicity for himself.

And what were the pigs doing? They were simply picking their nose and counting money trying to decide between Australia or UK to have a jolly fun shag... ops... shack.....

Dear Cows,

Why are u so upset? Till now u still dun get it, dun ya? Your Barn havent really been producing that many great cows... most of them barely slip thru the entry level to the shagity barn... In fact if they are good, they wont be in the barn of Marah... Its just a shelter for you cows rather than all of u got laid at the back lane of Jalan TAR.

BODOH!!!!


signing off,

The Pig who pick her NOSE.

THE MASKING PHASE OF A MARKETEER

I have never really have much idea on what shall i do when I am out in the working world.

When I was young, I only fill in every darn forms, essays, questionnaires and surveys to say that my ambition is to be a teacher.



Because by putting it down as a teacher as your ambitions gives you a clear indication that if anyone were to ask you why u want to be a teacher, you will have a typical answer :-



" I want to contribute back to the society by providing them education. And a teacher is the soulful hope of all our young generation"



For many years since primary school this is a trademark i put in essays when required. It will definitely score me some good grades :P



Then somehow during the process of growing up, things sort of gone different way. I still havent got myself an objective or purpose in life. The sort of jobs that i took up are merely based on the basic factor of how do i get to the workplace, that I have enough to pay off expenses monthly, and the OK-I-will-hang-on-to-something-first consideration.

Hence I was once a draughtsperson, a Production co-ordinator in a color separation house, a customer service executive and then I proceeded to something that I have been doing till now. I hopped on people and their company tring to persuade in any form of method to prove that those catalogues of products in my hand are really what they REALLY do need for their businesses.

I sort of got a hang of doing what I do. After all, i have million dollars worth of sales annually :P by the numbers secured in contracts. And it has been over 4 years that I have been doing so.
After so many years hogging on people to get stuff from me, be it ueful or not, for the first time in my workaholic life I took a week fo or no particular reason.....

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I must agree the past 2 years have been a struggle of confusion, being at a loss of action and words, losing the passion in what I do. In another word, I DID NOT PERFORM.
And i felt like crying to put down this statement.

There are many reason as to why did I not perform as good as I was previously.
Friends around me keep consoling me saying its not my fault. Its the thing that I am selling that may sound crap and useless especially in bad moments like this where people are reserving their monies for better things.
Some also remarked that I have weird management who have weird directions.
And some blame it on the feng shui.

But i would want to take PARTIAL of the blame. Hence the long week off. To really reflect on what have gone wrong. Or could it be this is not something I wanted to do?

I have yet to be able to figure since this is the first day of leave. But I know deep down that amidst all things to consider... I need to ask myself am I willing to put on the mask of 'fake-ism' for as long as i be in the rat race.

I must admit I have not been able to put on a darn impressive mask cos i believe in the very sincere manner of approach and aware. providing an extreme level of customer service.
But somehow these are not suffice to allow me to stay on at where I stood.

I was told I need to do more than that. To strategise and have a REAL big collection of mask of various expression bearing the same intention : to rake profit from people by doin whatever it takes.

My conscience have somehow emerged.... My mind is not able to digest what comes from the heart and what comes from figures in the sales report... I have lost my track in life.

I am clueless.. I need an avenue to vent out... I have resorted to new ge healing music, but it depresses me more.. I tried reading and digesting as fast on the book, THE DALAI LAMA GUIDE OF HAPPINESS AT WORK' , it aint working at all... I still have Zig Ziglar's ZIGLARS ON SELLING which I have re-read. None helped...

how do i go about now? gosh.. I am depressed........

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Muscular Buns :P

Today is the most fleshy time i've had since the last Doha Games and KL Fespic 06.
Ya, Olympic is coming and the Malaysia contingent need to once again waste the tax payers money to adorn themselves in exorbitantly pricey 'one time show off' garment.

For another year they will be donning the ' harimau belang' wear .. and as usual its measurement time!! :P slurp!

ya, i have developed some obsession towards finding out ppl's anatomy.... and u can really find out quite a lot by doing costume measurement.. O_o
well... at least u get to know some crotch sizes ...

i got to do the measurement for Malaysia's only hope ; the badminton team... dominated by skinny ah bengs.. tho ah bngs but affordably good looking ones... and soon to become millionaire shall they be able to clinch a gold back... do u also know if ever anyone manage to get a gold, their lifetime pension would be RM5000 a month? U_U i shud have try to devel;op liking for balls since infantry... then maybe i can vie for it too...

I have no idea how are professional tailors do their measurement. ut do u think its wrong for me to poke someone back side to check if that hump is actually a wallet or merely a hump??
well, i accidentally mistaken Lee Chong Wei's hump for a wallet :P sorry ya dude..

These are also something i noticed ;

amazingly sporty ppl who sweat seems to have nice sweat of no odour....

why does the Taekwondo manager look like a rhinoceros?

why does the football coach have a burly stomach wen he is supposed to train?

why does the athletes looked so 'kampung' ?

THE END..