Author: dees

After two weeks off from work, starting the new working year on 3 Jan 2006 was such a drag – literally. How my body would slowly roll to the side, drag my legs to hang at the side of the bed and then my arms, with an indescribable strength, will throw off the blanket in one quick move, allowing the cold morning air freeze my body and mind to finally wake up and get ready for work. Work!!

And I had just return from a holiday in Hawaii so finally starting work once again was really tougher than how it sounds in the paragraph above.

Talking about my mornings, everyday at 7.10am my alarm clock will start ringing. A press of a button to turn it off and 20 more minutes of utterly appreciated semi-conscious shut-eye. A ‘treat’ of sorts, as my alarm clock is timed 20 minutes faster; likewise, my handphone’s time is 10 minutes faster, wallclock is 25 minutes ahead and my watch and laptop is faster by 5 minutes.

Naturally, my mind tells me to look at different clocks whenever there is a nagging feeling that screams it really IS time to wake up, ok!. A simple subtraction would place all my time to point to exactly the same and correct time of the morning but in the reluctant and sleep-induced state, whichever clock that shows (or fools me to think) that I still have time, is an indulgence that is much too eloquent to be put into words.

Talking to some friends the other day on this personal modification of our time-tellers, this seems to be increasingly common for a variety of reasons.

One friend has put 6 minutes faster in all her clocks, as it gives her the commonly-felt comfort among us guilty time-manipulators that there is still time, we are still early or i surprise me with my time-management! I often forget that many minutes have been added and the sudden revelation that there’s still time to spare, is worth the rushing around to finish things up just a few minutes earlier.

How is it that we know that we had added minutes to our time-tellers but still ‘forget’ and work/live just a bit faster as if we were late?

Another friend’s watch is exactly an hour and 10 minutes faster, the fastest I know of yet. During long, dull meetings, he will roll up his sleeves and casually flash his watch around – the track record of people adjourning the meeting earlier is amazing. Never mind if they have watches of their own, perhaps it is a subconscious buzz in the brain that says, what!? it’s 8pm already!? oh hang on, his watch is fast by an hour! but oh well, it’s time this meeting end anyway. adjourn! And I honestly would try anything, if it means there is a shot at getting any meeting to end faster.

And of course, there are some who work the other way – this friend’s time is 15 minutes later just so it will panic him enough to hurry up. Everyday is a rush, with the typical i’m late!‘s. I’m not sure I want to live my life knowing that I am late, and this one really means late, not in the tricking-myself-to-think-I-am-late way.

Another matter altogether when one day, a well-meaning parent changed all the time-tellers to the correct time and the following morning’s chaos of confusion and sinking realisation that came soon after… but that’s another story for another day. 🙂

So for the new year, here’s to all of us time-manipulators (you know who you are!) and all others, to more time to spare! *clink

As I type this post, I can hear someone singing this lyric, “Cantik tertarik menarik kau memang da bomb!“. The same line over and over and over again… and it’s slowly driving me crazy.

Ok! Leong! As requested! 😀 Here’s my yearly (has it been that long or longer since my last post?) contribution to the site. Objective of the year: to have name removed from being under the inactive guestblogger list. (HAH!) Generally, just some updates for those who don’t know already: I have changed jobs and I have moved to a new home.

Liking my new job, biggest bonus that it is less than 10 minutes away from my house. Although I start work earlier at 8.30am everyday, I don’t wake up till 8am! Away from the KL hustle and bustle, I am spoilt already, to be so far and away from braving the horrendous traffic to fighting for breathing space in a crowded lift. The little things that will boost anyone’s morale, really.

A year ago, I would never have imagined that I would move away from my house of 15 years. But out of the blue, things had their way and suddenly we were faced with a brand new house to play with. Months later, here I am. Living in a house my family put much thought and love into and I can’t describe the silent burst of happiness I feel when I wake up every morning and look around my turquoise room. Turquoise because I decided I was over the pink phase. Those silent bursts also apply when I walk in the garden or walk barefooted around the terrace. And when I play with my dog in the backyard and stand in the balcony looking into my neighbour’s home. 🙂

It was also in the garden too, that I burnt myself a hole in the pocket.

While leaning over the fish pond to touch the tiny orange fishes, *ploop went my handphone from my shorts pocket, right into the shallow pond. I actually had the gall to stare at it underwater for awhile, before snatching it up. And I wondered if it would have made a difference if I had dismantled the phone earlier, instead of admiring the psychedelic colours the side of my screen was fuzzing out into..

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Sigh I am so stressed. Needed to type my feelings out somewhere.. (Bear with me, I needed to do this)

My sis left for Hawaii yestermorning and I couldn’t send her off coz of work. Anyway, everything went fine until her flight KL-Narita got delayed 2 hours so by the time she reached Narita for her connecting flight to Honolulu, she had only 15 minutes to run from one terminal to the other while hearing her name being paged over and over again in the PA system. When she finally reached her gate, they realised that her bags were in the wrong plane hence even more confusion. When she got her bags settled, the officers there stopped her and searched her luggage, pouring out every nicely packed article.

Done with that, she finally got onto the plane, which was obviously delayed. The plane crew of FUCKED UP NORTHWEST AIRLINES and passengers threw her dirty looks and treated her like shit when she was on the plane, eventhough it was not her fault and she owed no-bloody-one of them an explanation. Getting off, she had to endure the latest procedure by the US authorities who took her picture and thumbprint. And she was the only one who had to do it. Damnit, does my sister look like a goddamn terrorist to you? Anyway, in the name of security, they probably got their reasons so fuck it; there was nothing we could have done there.

When she finally came out, she was greeted by her assigned ‘carer’ who then took her to her hotel and left her there. Apparently her job was to only take my sister to the hotel and nothing else, or so she claims. JOY TURNER YOU ARE A REAL BITCH. Well, reaching the hotel didn’t help since she didn’t have a room to go into and she had to wait for vacancy. Finally, after checking into a room? she was overwhelmed with feelings and emotions of having to go through so many hours of confusion and fatigue all alone.

Hearing her crying so hard over the phone so many miles away, just broke my parents and me. She is completely alone there with no contacts, no friends and no idea of how to get around since it was understood that the fucktard-of-a-Joy was suppose to bring her around the campus and island. She doesn?t know where to go, how to get anywhere or what to do. She attempted to take the bus to her campus but since she didn?t have any loose change, the smallest being a one-dollar bill, she wasn?t allowed on the goddamn bus. BUS DRIVER, GO DRIVE STRAIGHT TO HELL.

What a rough way for my sister to find out that it is a cruel, unpredictable world out there. All my family and I can do right now is hope she will settle down fast and comfortably, make some friends and have the good part of her university life there start rolling in. Hopefully her bad luck ends right now, hopefully she will get a decent roommate, get into her chosen classes, live the Hawaiian campus life and finally get to enjoy the fact that she is in such an island resort.

I?m really emotional right now. I wish to be nowhere else but with her and do nothing else but be there for her. I wish I never started work so I could have flew there with her, going through those problems wouldn?t be half as bad if we only had companionship. We tend to underestimated how low loneliness can take us. I hope this experience makes her a stronger person, if not a more cynical one..

I miss her, I miss her like hell. 🙁

» I think I am re-discovering the wonders of broadband. Ever since I installed the 1Mb Broadband, I realised i have not actually make good use of it until recently i started downloading again. I was told that the latest series of FRIENDS is really humourous.When i finally had the time to sIt back and relax a little, all ready for FRIENDS, with pop corns on my hand, cuddled up on my bed, lights off ( just kidding ;p) suddenly *SPLASH* *SPLASH* 100 best cum shots appeared on the screen. DAMN! Another idiot doing lame jobs of naming their porn as FRIENDS. So much of a humour for the night. That goes on to explain why i keep having porn pop ups everytime i go online. Believe it or not, it is terribly annoying!! I got a bad feeling that my computer is going to crash anytime soon. aRrR* Panic attacks doesn’t do any good, I still ain’t reformatting or backing-up my hard drive, and I’ll sigh with regrets when it crashes..*touch wood 🙂

Something for you guys to ponder:

Taking from Tony Parson’s novel One for my baby he sets out the the first law of fucking around.

“The unified theory of fucking around clearly states that if they do it once, they will do it again and again.”

How many of you agree to that statement? How many of you can forgive a cheating lover?

– 2.25AM