I Am A Busy Bee...

Yes, Zee Avi's Honey Bee is always buzzing in my mind lately. Only thing is, I need to change the lyrics to 'I Am a busy bee!"  The truth is, I hardly have the time to update my FB status, let alone my bloggie.  Bloggie has been neglected badly. My days start literally at 5.30am in the morning and end roughly around 7.30pm, five days a week (well, I'm talking about my working life here). Why do I need to start my day at 5.30am? I'll tell you why.  I work quite a distance from my current place and I have to ride two buses everyday to work.  Coupled with a very 'traditional and particular' boss, well he wants the staffs 'parked' themselves in the office by 7.30am (normal working hour starts at 8.00am and ends at 5.00pm. In my case, until he leaves the office!)

Workwise, I don't have any problem with that. I can handle the pressure. However, I do have problems with the late 'clocking out'  thingy. Of course, there are buses but waiting in the dark alone at the bus stand is extremely unsettling!  Well, if you're in KL, 7.30pm will still be considered as 'daylight' whereas down here in EM, 6.00pm is already dark outside!

My main goal now? LEARN HOW TO DRIVE! I really need to get myself a car. In the mean time, I need to find another place to stay, possibly in the heart of the city itself. However, for now, I'd be still staying in Luyang, the food haven of the city.

Hmmm...I need to unwind. Gonna go watch the 3D version of the new Shrek movie this Wednesday at GSC, Suria Sabah. Wondering what's in store for Mr. Donkey and Capt. Puss In Boots.  Hilarious pair, them. :)

It's Today...

Yes, flying back to KK today's evening. I will keep this entry simple and short. I've got nothing more to say except that I'm FLYING BACK HOME! The word HOME is enough to describe how I feel. Nothing beats the word HOME :)


Gosh, I hope that my luggage will not rompak me out of my wallet! Every time I glance at my barang-barang, they always make me cringe! 


So, adios KL. It's been fun while it lasts..

You got what I mean or not, you know what I mean?

Call me whatever names you can find in your vocabularies but these two words:

i. you got what I mean or not..?

ii. you know what I mean..?

Gosh, I've got you the first time, you fool. If I didn't get it, I will ask questions! My IQ may not be of Einstein's but I am not some nincompoops!

I'm allergic to those words.  Oh, I don't have problem with it, that's it - if you use  them sparingly. However, if you end your every sentence with 'you know what I mean or not? you got what I mean or not?' God, you'll get on my nerves and I think, if I'm a gunslinger - by the time you're finished with your 50 sentences with those words, you'd be probably six feet under!

Why do I have such strong aversion of those words?  I'll tell you why..

I have an unfortunate luck of being neighbours with a guy who has the tendency of ending his every sentence with those words.  In short, he's an insufferable bore! Besides those two familiar taglines, he will aim straight for the kill: Have you use credit cards before?  I know, it's so unkind of me but let me tell you. This guy works as a sales manager, specializing in credit cards.  He knows that I don't use credit cards anymore and  I am not interested in obtaining a new one. Every time we bump into each other in the lift, in the cafe downstairs of our condo complex or by the swimming pool (I like lepaking by the pool while surfing the net) he will ask me that. Every time! Is he suffering from short term memory loss or what? Then he'll continue his ramblings with the usual: ah, girl, you got what I mean or not? You know what I mean or not? I felt like wanting to stuff my heels or whatever footwear I'm wearing inside his mouth! 

Whenever he strikes some conversations with me, I'll put my thick icy responses. So awfully thick that you could practically slice it off with a knife! Wonder never cease, I don't know if he has such a thick skull but he'll kill you with his life stories, over and over again. The other day, he asked how to open an FB account or how to open Youtube! Would you believe that? He said he hadn't checked his email account for 6 long years! Are you kidding me? He works in sales for god's sake! I couldn't stand any longer and told him off:

"I'm sorry for being rude but would you mind? I'm not in the mood for conversations right now. I appreciate it if you give me some time alone and right now, I really like to be ALONE, thank you!"

That really put him in brakes, I tell you! 

So jahat of me kan? I've got no choice. I'm a girl who has a mind of her own. I believe in speaking out my mind. Which I think, some guys might find it real intimidating! I don't know how to be coy. I don't believe in getting things I desire through feminine wiles.  Not that I'm a girly girl you see :) You'll get it as good as it gets..

Rest assured, I do believe in compromising. After all, you're not always right. Some days, you'll also be in the wrong side of things. So, count on your blessings and know how to retreat. I mean,  ahem, retreat with grace :P 

For now, no "You got what I meant or not? You know what I mean or not?" guys for me..

Bidding Adieu...

Yesterday, my boss and colleagues threw a farewell party for me.  Well, as of now, I am officially on leave for the remaining of three working days. I had a mixed feelings but above all, I'm just feeling relieve that my affair here is finally wrapped up.  Oh, I shall be back but it'll be as a mere visitor. Come to think of it, I am a visitor here. Albeit, my visit here had extended to 6 long years...that's a long visit for sure..

Back to the farewell party. I was sad but of course, I didn't shed any tears. I even cracked a joke or two where everyone laughed obligingly. Hah, I think I do posses a comedian's soul hidden somewhere on my person :) Well, my boss is sure having a heavy heart to let me go but he told me that he's happy for me. Whereas someone pointed out that I must be so happy to be able to go back to my hometown.  My reply to that person was: no matter how happy we are in one place, everyone's hometown is still the best place in this whole wide world. I am sad leaving you guys, but I am happy. Real happy.  Saying goodbye is not the end of everything, it's a new beginning of a new journey in life.

I didn't really make speech. I kept my words  brief and simple. I thanked everyone for being my helpful colleagues and apologized for any wrongdoings. Hmmm...never knew I'd be receiving several gifts. They must really enjoyed having me as their colleague :)

THE GIFTS:

the cards..

what they have written..

my boss' and his wife goodbye card..very cute picture

a cute little bear from my good friend, CT

an 18k Selberan white gold bracelet from my boss..yes, seriously!

an oversized bag from one of the management staff.. I love the bag :)

a parker pen from from my colleagues..
which I joked to them: thanks. A signing pen, what i need now is a cheque book. And they all laughed :)

two sets of kain batik.. one is from another good friend of mine. the one on top, i don't really know who gave me that..

the gifts..
























hmmm..they're lovely...

Adieu KL.. I'll definitely come and visit you. It has been fun, but now it's time to return to my roots..

Armpit Matters. Ladies: Have you checked your underarms yet?

Hairy armpit, on men it's still allright.  However, on ladies? I personally think it's uh, gross.  From the earliest dawn of the centuries until the late 1980's, it must be cool for a woman to sport a thick sprout of hairy underarms but nowadays, YUCK!

Last night I was having my nasi lemak at the cafe' (down in my condo complex) when I saw this beautiful lady (a foreigner) wearing a supersexy tube dress. She was seated right opposite of  my table and appeared to be deeply engrossed in conversations with her companion. She was gesturing wildly and I've to say that having your meal with a view of hairy armpit as a side dish is not my idea of nasi lemak and teh tarik session. Just imagine, a gorgeous woman with a hairy set of armpits - a "thriving crops" at that! Bluweeekk...!

I may not be the OCD-ish type of a person but I would at least ensure that some cleanliness aspects of my person is well-maintained. I shave/wax my legs and underarms on a regular basis. I always keep waxing strips, tweezer and shaver with me. When I travel, I'd make sure that I pack them together in my toiletries bag, without fail!

Can you imagine those Victoria's Secret Angels sashaying on the runway with hairy underarms and legs? No, right?

Some reactions from my FB buddies:

Dear ladies, think again if you are planning to bowl over people with your sexy attire. Have you check your underarms yet? The Chinese or Japanese might be okay and can get away with it but .....

Bottom line is, IT'S GROSS!!