To dearest friend of mine,

I have to write this because I am one very irritated woman and I feel the need to put this into words before the anger fades away.

Just so you know, I visited your blog just now after quite some time. Apart from the fact that you’ve started to blog again in a place that I find it cumbersome for me to drop by, another reason for the total abandonment is the lack of diversity in your topic. Don’t get me wrong. I can tolerate depression in words but not to the extent of having to see them as frequent as my visit to the loo during each diarrhea spell.

My dear friend,

Okay, so your world is full of tragic tragedies and you feel the surge to share it with the rest of the society. It’s totally OK to do it as you and the rest of us are entitled to your and our own opinion. However, bear in mind that there is a thick, visible line between pouring your heart out with the intention to seek serenity and the act of fishing sympathy. What is evident to me is very much of the latter and none of the former.

Dear friend,

Emotion is unfathomable and for that very explicable reason, I dare not to measure anything you undergo and make a claim that I truly understand it as 1) I don’t think I can ever understand, and 2) I don’t wish to invest my time reading the same old exaggeration.

O friend,

Mourning about the past won’t rewind the time. So yeah, I know about your previous rotten relationship and how awful your days were back then, trying to wipe away the memories but damn, it’s already 5 freaking years! Why on earth do you still reminisce the old days when you are blessed with a guy who loves you unconditionally, a guy who doesn’t mind driving all the way from the east coast just to celebrate your birthdays and most importantly, a guy who patiently waited for you to eventually ‘open the door’…

For crying out loud! Open your bloody eyes and heart and please return to reality, dammit!

And stop being a cry-baby!

Yours truly,

Agitated Kay.

Warning: Long entry

Malaysian rulers never fall short to prove me that they too have quite an impressive (and bizarre) sense of humor. From the proposal by the Terengganu state government to set up a special snoop squad to curb the number of khalwat (close proximity) cases to the recent one involving the Health Ministry on the application to ban fast food advertisements for it can contribute to poor eating habit.

First of all, finally the word ‘skodeng’ gains recognition at the national level.

Hooyeh!

And now, going back to Terengganu before we hit the central government…

From the Islamic point of view, it is a must to stop all means of indecency. However, the responsibility lies on each individual of the community and not a job of one dedicated, crime fighting group with commission on each busted couple. For crying out loud! Since when this task has evolved and become a career instead of an obligation that should be carried out by every Muslim? The word ‘impractical’ (as said by Pak Lah) does not even fit the description to reflect this preposterous idea.

Oh, I guess I just told you the right word!

ABSURD.

Somebody should tweak this state’s mentality (generally speaking). This ‘Snoop Doggy Dog’ nonsense is too much for me to handle.

Enough of Terengganu.

This time, we pay a visit to a department whose task is to look after and improve our well beings. Don’t get me wrong. That sentence is verbalized in a well mannered way and it doesn’t contain any trace of sarcasm. However the next one I’m going to say does hold quite a heavy dosage of cynicism (it’ll be more dramatic if you get to see my expression).

Here’s a question: What do you think the reaction of the public will be when you tell them that the government has made up their mind to ban all form of fast food commercials because *quote* they are silent killers *unquote* ? Oh, not to forget the ability for it to slowly eat your organs… turn you into walking zombies… and worst of all, making your sperms grow 3 heads and have shorter tails or even grow fins! And ovums with the shape of Chicken Nuggets or Zinger Burger!”

Okay, sorry. I made a mountain out of a molehill but you get the drift. 

Without realization, Mr. Chua is turning himself into another laughing stock. I beg you please not to repeat the Tak Nak history…

Do you seriously think that that move will prevent us from pampering ourselves with those ‘sinful indulgences’? Give me all the statistics on my Double Cheese Burger set and the forever yummy Hawaiian Delight and see if I drop down and faint.

The most I can give you is a blank stare…

Okay, if you still insist on improving our eating habits and ensure that everything we consume is healthy, I suggest you to first inspect our local hawkers and mamak and observe the amount of fat and sodium they toss into the food we eat. You will definitely encounter some very frightful sights…

By the way, have you ever wondered why Ajinomoto is still standing strong up to this very moment?

Looking from the ‘inspirations’ these ministers have just to *cough cough* make Malaysia a better place to live in, I can assure you that given the opportunity to star them in the pathetic Raja Lawak Astro show, they can simply wipe the rest of the cuckoos and be at the top place just like that.

Oh, did I tell you I am super allergic to that damn show?   

*puke*

N.B: This entry was written on fine, quiet Saturday evening. If you read Sunday’s NST, there’s a comment of the Snoop Squad by Khairy Jamaluddin and one full-page spread on the fast food issue. I think it’s in The Star.

One fine day…

“Alif, why do I feel as if I am the only one who is bersungguh-sungguh to gather everyone?”

“Kay, it’s because you have the energy, the drive, the passion, the excitement, the power to be a leader, the ….”

“Okay Alif, you can stop now. You start to melalut already.”

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That conversation took place when I was having a so-called heart-to-heart conversation with Alif over the hurdles we face (or at least I do) just to have a get together. To get our friends to reunite is one hell of a challenge. Truthfully, I’ve already given up hope. As much as my being considerate over their commitment and such, when ‘Sorry’ is being uttered each time the plan was delivered, I come to wonder if it’s pure coincidental or they just simply don’t bother to pay attention. To get their involvement is like trying to make an appointment with the PM himself. Hard and always is prone to cancellation.

However, that is a completely different story when it comes to my former classmates. Friday reunion was a total success. So we didn’t manage to eat at Chili’s (having to wait for half an hour to get seated with super empty stomach is intolerable), but hey, Monte’s turns out to be not a bad place either. Cozy, quiet and spacious; just a perfect place to do some catching-ups.

What I like the most that day is the commitment given by everyone. Alvin, despite having to rush home immediately after his touch-down from Phuket at around 8 pm, fulfilled his promise to show up even after we’ve completed our meals (after such a bersungguh-sungguh discussion over where to eat, I’d definitely chop off his head should he decide to go MIA). Brownie points to Chee Meng too for making an appearance even for only an hour due to an important appointment.

Although without the presence of Haniza, Yogi, Sara and Tan Li Lian to complete the clan, we had a good time. There will be another get-together on the 3rd day of Chinese New Year.

And this time, since I totally forgot to offer some of my food due to extreme kebuluran, I’ll make it up to them by bringing dessert.

My bad, guys.

Sorry! :D

When we talk about project management, the overall, general perception most will have is the job of managing a project (like DUH!). Of course it’s listed as one of the coolest high-paid jobs available in the market but as usual, nothing comes in easy. The money might be grand but no one pays you a gigantic sum of cash without sucking the energy out of you body and brain.

So here I am, hyperventilating separa pengsan as the result of being frantic over the project To Do list, contemplating over what needs to be done in order to achieve the objectives. I’m beginning to imagine all the stuffs I did so far is way far from reaching 50%. Noo! Nooo! It’s less than that!!!

*dropped to the floor, fighting to breathe*

At this point, to tell myself to calm down is going to be impossible. The thought and joy of having the week off from work don’t manage to do the job either. Maybe it won’t be as stressful as it is now if I quit myself from being such a fusspot. It won’t be as stressful either if I take 2 or 3 things at a time and get everything in correct order instead of grabbing 50 to 60 and get a total mental block in return.

Too bad! It’s irreversible.

I need oxygen tank supply now. No amount of phenylethylamine can cure the nerve wreck.

*gag*

(No worry though. It’s only a temporary damage.)

Pardon my rojak title. I am just allergic to geckos’ fecal matters. It’s no exaggeration when I say that I’ll get superly squeamish upon any non-planned contact with those ‘black product with a dab of small white matter’ thingy.

I can touch a fresh cow dung with my bare hand the whole day if need be but please don’t ask me to wipe a table full of taik cicak. That’s an utter torture to this poor soul…

On a lighter note, I am about to hit the road again after the travelling job was taken over by Gary. And now, the location is at my dear (not really) hometown. It means ‘balik kampung time’ as frequent as twice a month for 6 months. That also means having the Negeri slang flowing smoothly out of the vocal cord by the end of the 6 months period.

Mak Teh oii, ni haa den nak kobakan ni… jangan lupo buek masak lomak daging salai…

How exciting!