Fury Friday

Had a bad night. Spent the night tossing and turning around on my bed, but

thank god I’ve got my chipmunks by my side.

 

Then I went for my 0530 shift, extremely cranky and disturbed.

 

As though I was not fury enough, both my Qantas lines were cut off

after a mere two hours my shift has started. All owe to miscommunication.

How justifiable is it to cut off lines  and transfer them to the other part of the office that is still

under some drastic renovation?

 

Drillings still ongoing, dust still unsettled.

 

So for half of my shift, I had to entertain calls by making some good hundreds of metres

of jog to the phones (where the new lines are connected). Aint fun at all.

 

And dear SIM’s courier service has to piss me to the max for the already bad day.

Conclusion is, they have given their words that my books will defintiely arrive on the 21st.

 

Whatever.

 

I’m just keeping my fingers crossed.

 

 

 

Disgusted

Some people are really so annoying that I can’t only stop at bitching on them.

They simply push me beyond that. Aint an easy task at all.

 

Stop being so full of yourself. With your kind of calibre, just stick to your limits.

 

Hack all assocations. Split all ties.

 

I have no wish to have knowledge of anything about you.

What to blog uh

Life has been quite happening recently. Well, I’ve drawn a fine line

between ‘happening’ and ‘dramatic’.

 

Firstly, I’ve tendered. The next big step is filled with uncertainties.

I’m pretty sure about that. Like what we’ve learnt from our accounts classes,

uncertainties bring risks. Indeed. But without risks, there won’t be any payback.

So, I think that it’s still worth a try.

 

Secondly, I’ve made up with my bestie. Yes, again.

Refused to give up. So I chose to give in. And I’m glad that I did it =)

 

Thirdly, my fiery temper is sending someone back to the land of kangaroos.

But this someone should know better that what he said were no-nos.

And I really believe that this outcome is what has been drafted since day one.

No regrets!

 

Oh, I went to F.I.R’s concert last friday. Enjoyed myself. And it actually smacked me

to reality that I’m getting old. My body nearly fell apart even before encore. How sad.

Before the concert, had a pre-birthday celebration with Stef who’s turning 32. How disgusting.

 

I came to this page, without knowing what to blog. But am pretty happy that I’ve kinda

recapped what had happened. As my memory starts to fail, it’s always a gift when I remember something.

 

I sound like I’m senile. =X

 

=)

The wall of ego is a real tough obstruction.

Tear it down and you’ll see the way out.

 

It’s not difficult actually. You just hafta follow your heart, put your senses aside.

Kinda irony here as your senses are dependent on your heart.

 

Whatever it might be, preaching is not encouraged.

 

Treasure. Treasure. Treasure.

 

I shall.

Too indigestive for me

 

Today’s episode of  金曲超级星 requires the celebrity contestants

to choose and dedicate a song to someone.

 

One of them talked about her sister who was born with an illness that disabled

her five senses and mental growth. And after her sister’s demise, she could still feel

her sister’s presence but from above.

 

Everyone was kinda brought into the emo mood, including me. Tears filled the studio.

And I truly understand why tears started to roll down her cheeks even before the host

asked for her story. However, she gave a tight slap on my face by ending her story saying that when her

12-year old sister left them, she was four.

 

She proceed on to sing "P.S. I love you". *applause*

Then she topped with 92 points.

 

What the hell.

 

I wonder the audience and judges were blind and deaf or i was deafened and blinded by my prejudice

against her.

 

Maybe I should put all these rationale and credibility thingy aside and have a good sleep.

I have no idea why I’m so affected by someone who’s not even my acquaintance. Whatever senses that

she’s lack of shouldn’t be bothering me at all.

 

Quoting from a close friend’s facebook status, "CANNOT wait for their false fronts to crumble.

Then I will eat them up like cookies. *yum yum~*"

 

Well said yea.

2 years ago, this day

2 years ago, this day and around this time,

I’ve found out something that was not meant to be known to me.

 

I can still recall the mixed emotions that gushed through my cells

not leaving any breathing space.

 

Filled with sorrows overwhelmed by anger, I was waiting for at least someone

to break the news directly to me.

 

Hatred tainted my mind and heart, and had me controlled.

I was out of my mind. I thought too much. I began to bring in tonnes of

‘what ifs’ and had all shifted to my vulnerable self.

 

Today, I’m blogging this while listening to your favourite Mika.

And as I punctuated this sentence, I see a smile reflected from my screen.

Kinda pathetic

 

Today, I asked about you.

 

It was not my agenda but this common friend just happened

to instigate me by a mere mention of your name.

 

I’ve been trying too hard, to erase you from my life.

Knowing that there is not even a drip of possibility, yet I still proceed.

 

Hurt you hurt me.

Alone, now.

 

Here I am, sipping my cup of english breaskfast,

with my lappie comfortably rested on my lap, listening to Colbie.

 

I could picture myself in this template, 10 years later.

 

What painted seems to be rather relaxing and rejuvenating now.

But put it into the context of the latter, how digusting would that be.

 

Not as though maturity means you should no longer enjoy time being alone.

But, it just shouldnt be all about me and myself.

Like a factory worker

 

Flight dispatching used to be the most admirable

part of a flight operations officer’s job. Not really

very atas but still managed to wow people like me.

 

You see, you hafta go through 2 phases of intensive flight

dispatch courses which will take up 8 weeks of your life, tonnes

of tests and exams. Most irritating part of all is that at the

end of the misery, you get bonded for 3 years. Of course it’s

perfectly fine if you fail to fulfill that. Just simply cough out 10K.

 

However, the nature of our job has changed tremendously after the

massacre 2 years ago and it’s still ongoing.

 

 People are all leaving because of better prospects elsewhere.

 

We have taken in a couple of international airlines then.

With the expansion and stuff, existing airlines added flights like nobody’s business.

 

And all owe to our fellow comrades in other departments who have been

rather efficient in delegating their work. So as such that, we are the ones

doing their work. How sweet of them.

 

The most annoying part of all is when we have to ensure that some people

somewhere remember to do their work. Holy crap!

 

Tomorrow will be another dreadful day. Plan flights, compare the weights,

send fuel orders, read the terminal aerodrome forecasts, prepare flight packages,

dispatch the flight, brief the crew.

 

Yeah, for 48 airlines countless flights.

How holy

 

Listed St.Anne’s as my top hangout place.

 

There I find peace and most importantly, my real self.

 

Daily confessions might seem queer but daily cleansing of

the soul ain’t a bad thing. It’s akin to washing your face with

your preferred cleanser every morning. Fresh.

 

Besides bothering the priest with my never-ending problems

and not as though he gives solutions, I suppose my life story

nearly bore him to death.

 

At work today, a colleague asked about a couple of month-old issue.

Then she reminded and queried what if one day the person is gone

and it’ll be too late.

 

The reminder did not bring about any enlightenment, sad to say.

 

Why?