What Kinda Blogger Are You?

Work is crazy busy shit.
Yet I managed to still flip thru some those peak chapters in a Virginia Andrews'.
Didn't plan to blog as I couldn't even finish my list of contacts to start contacting since the boss is looking into drilling everyone's ass till it bleeds. After all, the fittest shall survive.

I just had to rant it out again.
Was looking into piles of blog contents submitted by the participating bloggers in some of the events that I manage.
Seriously - why do people call themselves bloggers, have call cards to remind others that they BLOG. Some call themselves EDITOR, obviously editing their own contents from their own BLOG, despite that lackadaisical of language command

So I wiki-ed 'blog' just to see of I have too high an expectation on what is called a blog, blogger and people who blog. Afterall, I don't want to be bitched about in the world of blogosphere about what a bitch I am.

As derived from wiki :

A typical blog combines text, images, and links to other blogs, Web pages, and other media related to its topic. The ability of readers to leave comments in an interactive format is an important contribution to the popularity of many blogs. Most blogs are primarily textual, although some focus on art (art blogs), photographs (photoblogs), videos (video blogs or "vlogs"), music (MP3 blogs), and audio (podcasts). Microblogging is another type of blogging, featuring very short posts. In education, blogs can be used as instructional resources. These blogs are referred to as edublogs.

I don't know about most of other people. In YourShoppingKaki, we are taught to really 'pen down'/ 'write out' contents in words format. Pictures are very important of course, as it serves as a visual illustration to contents that you are about to pen. But what are pictured without contents? And what are contents without picture?

This is what I call seriously illustrious with no pictorial elaboration : Rob Fitzgerald

This is what I called tasteful picture that speaks for itself in it's own style : STRAPPED only minimal words to guide you thru strings of powerful pictures. 

This is what I called an influential blogger who can have as much words as the pictures in a single post : Cheeserland

And because of the requirement that my editor imposed in YourShoppingkaki - yes, the editor does have her set of requirement and proof read every single words and checks every other margin, we the bloggers know that each post is only a post when you WRITE / PEN DOWN in words format only to be accompanied with pictures to enhance your post. It's almost like a sin if your post does not come with illustrious sentences.

And here I am, looking some sites that took forever to load as the post is loaded with pictures and nothing but pictures, only to be accompanied with last 5 lines that gives some linkbacks.

I don't need a blogger to do that. I only need an upload device. An automated one perhaps. 

What kinda blogger are you?

There is an Idiot at Work

It is.
My boss said I should sympathise.
I did, before I labeled this clown an idiot.
Now, he is just nothing more than a pair of loose balls with minimum grey mass in it.

I supposed I shouldn't be too emotional about it. because obviously I am not the idiot. And there isn't anything to lose from my end.
I seriously hate working with non-competent people.
The last I had an incompetent boss, I justy couldn't control myself from throwing things at his office door.
Yes, I am temperamental.

Like in every other organisation I have been attached to previously, I know my ability to exude the negativity to make people get out of my life.I am so tempted this time round. As I have never seen anyone as idiotic as this specimen before.

I have seen lazy staff. Lazier ones. Then there are those who gives you 101 reasons to not deliver. There's some stubborn artistic cases too who refuses to listen.
But this idiot tops it all - like a spastic.

Tomorrow I hope I can lace some cockroach spit on his cups and let him scratch balls non-stop.

Idiot.

Of Testosterone and Cortisol

This is an interesting video that Sha-Lene have thrown on my Facebook wall.

Being in a sales-based position, I must admit I have been in those situation where it doesn't give me much option but to 'Fake it till I make it' in every presentation that I have to do, being a fully prepared one or an impromptu. Thank god that I have acquired this skill to think ahead while my mouth is talking out loud =D

This particular research and observation by Amy Cuddy seems legit. I have never been a bold person. In most situation, I am submissive and shy. Yes. Shy. Cannot meh?

But given my lack of academic enhancement and yet the will to really perform at work, many a time I have to 'fake' it. 

Click Here : Body Language

True to what Amy have indicated, while you try go surpass all expectation by faking it in every circumstances, you sort of become good with what you do and it eventually seeps in, making you yourself and others believe that you actually can deliver what you are supposed to.

That is the time when you realised that you have 'Fake it till you become it'

So, STRIKE A POWER POSE TODAY and get rid of your fear!

Happy Monday ahead!

That Saturday Night

Ahh... and I am back from the hoohaa of getting married and all.
The guy is now back to his work place in Kazakhstan and I have tons of blogpost, sales report and boring slides to push thru 2014.

I didn't start the year right as much right as I hope it is right, according to what I have in mind.
There was too much anger, too many intervention and too much mouths.

Now, I am married.
Now, I am still hot despite being married.
Now, I am slightly larger and yet hot despite being married.
And now, while being slightly large and hot despite being married, I have this super natural drive to excel at work.

I don't know. But I want to do well.
Like extremely well that everyone gotta kneel down kinda well.
It's like as if so much light is in front that I can't wait to dash over and take the reign!

Oh Saturday nights, you are such a lust.
I am so inpsired wiht lots of ideas at the wee hour of a Saturday night,
while getting excited for yoga on a Sunday morning.
I want to sleep, but I have melodies stringing in my mind!
Shall I sleep? Shall I put down my inspiration towards work?
Oh Saturday night... I hate you.

I love this ball next to me =9

Tiring

Being Asian and especially being Chinese, it;s no surprise that my presence doesn't make much difference in a family. The brother in the family is always favoured on top of anything. And at the age of 33 and doing odd job and have a long string of drug addiction and criminal cases, he is still the most important cell in an Asian family.

No, I don't live with the drug addict. I am glad I didn't. But I can't run away being in a troubled Asian family. And I hate it. Because of all this shit, I didn't even study much. People say if you are determined enough, you would look into doing a part time study and make it up. Well, I am glad I have a stricter mind than a daughter in a typical troubled Chinese family. As I did not turn myself into a prostitute or being the girlfriend of any useless drug junkies.

I have an ordinary life. And I chose not to pursue anymore education. Let's be practical, I don't think I will have the mind to study when I cannot foresee if there is food to serve for the coming week. I would like to say I worked hard throughout my life. Harder than a lot of people. Sometimes I do slack. After all who is not tired? I have been working for so long and taking in as much opportunity as I could as I cannot bear to have a day where I cannot put food at home.

I still am no where in the working world. But I have a better life and can afford things that not all can sometimes. Throughout my life I have also pass off a lot of opportunity in life and at work. Because I have a string attached - to this old woman at home.

Sometimes I think it's karma. I must have not been a good person in past life perhaps. Since young, I was always thrown in with lots of words of comparison, that the neighbour's daughter is going to which university, that the neighbours' son is dating a well-off girl. That they neighbour is a slut. Each time I would take in all this and question myself and assume I am supposed to benchmark myself against it. So, I did not get to go to the university and the neighbour's daughter get to, what does that makes me? Useless? So the neighbour's son got a rich daughter? And hence me, in my state now where I reside in a remote and shameful area, am I supposed to get a well off man in my life?
I don't know. I just  don't know. All I know is that everyone is just fairing better than I do. I guess she have been meaning to tell me in a different angle that I am just no good. No good for the family and perhaps the neighbourhood.

I have missed out so much job opportunities and relationship who can get me ouf of this stupid country. but I just had to forgo. As I owe the old woman at home my life which I have to repay.
After all, who is going to pay if not me? She still have to work hard for the drug addict son as he regularly ask for RM30 for food! At 33 and asking for RM30 from a 65 years old mum, I guess there is some karma bond between these two.

I don't owe this son of my mum my life. If he has a kidney failure, I can understand and perhaps I can chip in some money. All he has is a bad attitude derived from a long term addiction and a thai girl friend and a big inability to even survive.

My mum still bitch about me in front of everyone she sees. According to her I am useless. I am disrespectful. I am the equivalent of the 'son of a bitch' Guess who is the bitch? Pot calling the kettle black.
I still remember every Chinese New Year when nosy relatives asked about her son, she would happily let them know the son is a step to being a better person, as he got a job. As a jockey. A bartender. An escort to prostitute. WTF.
And the daughter who lives with her? Oh well, she is just someone who live with her and nothing to brag. I don't need her to brag anyway. No one will understand what is a Business Development Manager. No one understand my strength in marketing and social network marketing too. No one knows that I write. All everyone know is that I am a useless disrespectful person whom my mum said never talk to her. She always reminded me that I will go to hell for my act towards her.

I am very depressed with my state of life. In fact till today I always have the tendency to end my life. Most of the time I wonder how does it feel to slit the wrist and die. But I can't go unless she go first.
I cannot tell you how tired am I in my life. How insecure I am towards life. And how I felt so useless that dying seems to be the only option. I am still hampering on this.

I am getting married to a person who love me a lot. But I think I have chosen this path not because of love. Call me crude, but I needed to get her a 'son' who can love her better than her own useless one. And I want to be out of this circle. I am very tired. I cried at the end of every day but I tried best to console myself that this is just life like anyone else. Everyday I have to think 3 years ahead with my meagre capacity while constantly being reminded that I am useless.  

This is like a losing battle and I can see no end.
I am so tired....