Tuesday, January 30, 2007 

Girl Power

I had a yumcha session with one of my ex colleagues recently. Like me, she is also a female Art Director.

After the usual tanya khabar, she asked if I am still with the same company and working on the same telco account. I replied affirmative on both counts.

Being a freelancer, she makes her rounds in all the international agencies. She told me that there is no female creative people solely on telco accounts! Even if there were, girls would usually resign or ask for account reshuffle after 6 months to 2 years due to the extreme stress and long working hours. The fact that I lasted 5 years really, really amazed her!

Really ah? No female creatives on telco? Is that why I am so weird?


Bali Mali

Wow. I can’t believe we are actually having a company trip to Bali! After 5 years!

This is only my 2nd company trip, after one to Langkawi 10 years ago at a different agency. Boy oh boy. There will be lots of team-building games (read: a chance to get violent with people you dislike in the ofis), inter-department bonding (this is gonna get real awkward with those hi-bye ofis characters) and lucky draws (compensation to those sad sods, namely me, who didn’t win any cash prizes at last year’s Christmas party).

Oooooh yeah. I remember my last company trip too well.

I planned to depart earlier with Clyde and also extend my stay with the gals as a make-up holiday for the non-happening Bkk trip but the sad thing is, management will hear nothing of it although the 10 of us filed into our bosses’ room to appeal.

Sorry, Clyde. We tried.

Friday, January 26, 2007 

Sad Git

Work is crazy.

I have last-minute changes, rush jobs, long hours, late nights, heart attacks.

I feel cheated, stressed, tired, angsty, resentful, grouchy, unappreciated and paranoid.

Why am I hesitant to take on the relaxing, 9-5, 5-days-a-week offer?

A sucker for pain, I am.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007 

The Malaysian Dream

I'm a boss.

It's not merely because I have this idea of printing my position as "Boss" on my namecard, nor I just like calling my self that.

It's nothing glam 'bout it. In fact, it's to me, by far the most undesirable term to put upon me.

Especially month end. Especially, especially year end.

I'm a boss because I gotta feed a hundred over people's stomachs; and their wives' and their children's and their parents'.

Inspite of the government announcing how much our economy rebounded, how much growth our country achieved, and how low the inflation we could control; we, the bosses, would never be satisfied with it.

I'm in the semi finished goods industry, dealing mostly with marketer for consumer products. Economy rebound? Confidence boost? Inflation under control? These are the exact reason marketers use for reduced quantity ordered, price slashes, and last minute order.

I remember Sam Hui's song, "Bun Gan Baad Leong", singing about there's no way you can get back the same amount as you contributed. Yeah, true, at least an employee can get back something, might be lesser. The bottom line is, he doesnt need to dig out from his pocket.

As for me, as sounded good as it gets, a boss will get nothing if the client didnt pay him. There's no guarantee that you put in your effeort, you will get something back. The difference between an employer and an employee is, an employee's job is finish when he has finished he work; while for an employer, when a job's delivered, it's the begining of the tough part of his work, TO GET PAID.

And the biggest difference between employee and employer is, if there's any sort of complication, the employer would have to dig out from his own pocket to pay his people. You wont get bankrupt getting emplyed, but you will by employing.

Of course one may say bosses enjoy the benefit of higher income or profit and they dont share with their employee. Hence the bosses should bear the risk of that sort. Right, I totally agree with that. No question. But who the f*#k invented the thing called "year-end-bonus"?

As for my case, last year of all our hard work for twenty over million, I get jack. And now I'm here cracking my head for the year-end-bonus for those who didnt pay a thing for wasting extra ink, pouring away usable chemical, and careless mistakes that I gotta pay for extra raw material and pay extra salary for them to reproduce the goods that been thrown away. Yeah, they're there enjoying their time waiting for the "someone" to pay their wages and overtime, while I'm here signing check for that and now, their so-called "year-end-bonus".

I always say Malaysians are a whole bunch that're spoilt; complaining for not enough bonus, not sufficient increment etc etc. I thought I was one who are in a clearer state of mind, but now I just have a dream of working stress-free in a McDonald. All that crap in the Straits Times economic section do not concern me. All I care is whether I got my check by the month end and how much bonuses I'm going to get.

I'm especially starting to envy those who work in the highway toll booth.

I have the Malaysian dream afterall.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007 

Gym 'O' Rama

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I was never active at school with sports but I liked watching other girls run, play handball and badminton, tho. I used to play badminton with our maid as a kid, but somehow astigmatism developed as I grew older. I remember trying out for the school badminton team, but I just couldn’t focus. The shuttlecock flew towards me to the right and I aimed to the left, my racket slicing through the thin air into nothingness. Needless to say, I became the class clown.

I tried running, but my PE teacher said the way I ran “macam bawak bakul!”

Hmph. So much for inspiring teachers.

Other sports team didn’t want me because I couldn't run, couldn’t throw OR catch.

The remaining sports I could consider was gym ‘o’ rama, where a thousand over girls from my school performed on National Day a little dance number at Dataran Merdeka, along with other schools.


We had to wear a scary looking round-necked, long-sleeved, knee-length, frilly, red and black satin costume while performing a little dance holding a white stick with a pink pom-pom tied to each end made from raffia strings. Depending on where you are positioned, some of us wore yellow and black, and the pom-poms were pastel yellow.

I never felt fuglier in my acne-adorned teenage years.

After 6 months of practice, we performed. Looking back, the whole routine sucked. There was no creativity, no innovativeness, no gracefulness. Basically it’s just a bunch of young girls running around awkwardly in gramps’ sexiest getup, waving their arms about. The climax of our routine was the ‘wave’ effect we achieved with the pom-poms.

Why did I go for it then? We were paid for every practice attended. If I am not mistaken, the total sum was RM150++. We were also allowed to skip classes (we were in form 4, our so-called honeymoon year). Eventually, we got to keep the costume and the pom-poms, but we had to return the white sticks. But that's not really a perk, is it?

And of course, there were boys. But fat chance of me attracting anyone in this curtain of a costume. What a waste cloth! The teachers must have known, hence the approved costume and dance design! :D

Friday, January 19, 2007 

To T Or Not To T?

Everytime I am away, I would buy t-shirts back for Clyde. I would say my taste in selecting t-shirts are pretty good.

From Malacca
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From Bkk
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Bkk again
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More from Bkk
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I sure go Bkk a lot, huh?
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Made in the UK
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Phantom Of The Opera in London
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Taiwan mali
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NYC Hard Rock
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Believe it or not, everyone wants one!
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Uniquely Adidas
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Now, compare my taste to Clyde’s...

Made in Japan
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Horrible, isn’t it? Clyde insist it’s so unique he will only wear it on ‘special’ occassions!

Oh my lordings.

* There are a few more but I couldn't find it. Must be in the laundry room. Rest assured, it's all tasteful looking. *ahaks*

Friday, January 12, 2007 

Speed Blogging

The internet was down due to the recent Taiwan earthquake so I am speed blogging today.

HOME ALONE: MIL & FIL went on a holiday for a week, which left the house pretty empty.

Before MIL left, she entrusted the maid’s (let’s call her Anna) cleaning task to me, telling me to keep an eye on erm, certain matters. Maybe that’s why I feel important all of the sudden. *ahem*

Upon MIL’s departure, I had a chat with Anna, reinforcing MIL’s concern and telling her to start the day after since it was already evening. Our convo was as follow:

Me: Anna, awak cuci apa yang mama pesan besok la ya. Sekarang sudah lewat.
Anna: Esok tak senang.
Me: Tak senang? Buat apa tak senang?!
Anna: Cuci depan.
Me: Cuci satu hari ke?
Anna: Bukan. Ada bilik papa lagi...
Me: Mama cakap satu minggu tak payah cuci bilik papa. Awak cuci apa yang mama suruh ok? Kasi bursih-bursih, tak mau mama marah lagi.
Anna: Ya...

Tensionya I... (-_-)

CHRISTMAS: Nothing much happened. Went to church, came home, bummed around the empty house, ate a lot. Clyde gave me a Sony Ericsson K618i as Christmas pressie and 2 pairs of white gold earrings to congratulate me on my award wins. In return, I gave him a biography book titled Burton On Burton (Clyde is a huge fan), L’occitane perfume (Clyde is a vain pot), an ugly dog soft toy (Clyde likes all things ugly. One day I shall show his awful ‘No Comment’ t-shirt he bought from Tokyo. The only beautiful thing in his life is ME *ahaks*) and a solar-powered-metal-airplane-ferris-wheel-toy thingy (Clyde is a big kid).

Thanks ya! Love the thoughts that came with the gifts!

NEW YEAR: Again, us being unhappening people, we stayed in. It was also the beginning of my long leave.

BANGKOK: ...didn’t happen.

Was supposed to go for a shopping trip from 5th Jan - 8th Jan, but some sick retards bombed Bkk on New Year’s eve and most of us ended up not going. The two who went said business was as usual. Tensionya.

Seriously, if people are so unhappy with themselves or feel so angry with the world, they should just organise a Kempen Bunuh Diri Beramai-ramai and be done with life. What are you trying to prove by blowing up innocent civilians? Use your brains, you self-righteous, pompous, pig-shagging dogs.

OTHER MATTERS: Did some hard-core shopping with friends and bought 8 skirts, 1 pair of pants, 2 tank tops, 1 t-shirt, 1 blouse, 3 evening bags, 2 tubes, some skin care and assorted undies.

All I need now are 2 pairs of sandals. :D

3RD ANNIVERSARY: Bonnie and Clyde celebrated their 3rd Wedding Anniversary on Wednesday 10 Jan 2007. We wanted to dine at Luna Bar, just to glam things up for once but it was not to be. For starters, the waiter refused us window seats simply because there were only 2 of us and the breathtaking view is reserved for groups of 4 or more. But the whole place is empty, brudder. Never mind. Just in case customers call to book group seats. Seeing that we would be chucked in a corner, Clyde and I left and went a few floors below for Thai food. I think the restaurant is called Soi 23 or something. We had a simple 3 dish meal with dessert and head on back. Clyde dropped me off to collect my car and I started to feel queasy. The moment I reached home, I retched.

Nothing came out.

In between shower and bedtime, I threw up a good 4 times.

Thailand is so not meant to be for me. :(

But the flowers are lovely, dear. :)

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