Sunday, November 22, 2009

The end of the world

According to the Mayan prophecy, 2012 will be the end of the existing world. The beginning of a new world age reads December 21, 2012.

Is this real?

I watched the movie "2012", today, 23.35 at Downtown East. "2012" is an epic adventure about a global cataclysm that brings an end to the world and tells of the heroic struggle of the survivors (2012, official movie site).

The movie sparked fears and grieve in me. Fear of losing my loved ones, fear of losing time that I can spend with him, grieve over human's death and separation. It may be people with no acquaintance, but that's the compassion works of God in human kind. We feel for each other.

I wanted to cry. I feel like crying. I'm not sure where this feeling comes from, after all, it's just another successful movie, isn't it?

Perhaps I won't even live to see the end of it, even if it's real. Life is such a way, unpredictable and unkind. We seek mercy in every ways possible. Pessimistic, maybe, but I had too many regrets, too many mintutes late. "If only"/ "Undo" is not going to happen in reality.

Saying goes, take each day as if its the last, yes, we shall, live each day to its fullest, yes, we shall. I'm sure that's not the first you have heard of this, and won't be the last. But, how many of us can really do that? I jumped at every opportunity to tell my loved ones, that I love them, afraid that I might not have another chance. But there are too many a time that I lost my temper at them, hurting them with words that I don't actually meant.

As Asians, most kept their affections in their heart, rarely did our parents mentioned how much they love us, but we know they do, and vice versa. I remembered at Granny's death bed, the last day I had with her, I told her I love her, I always did, she was my life. She was unconscious, under the effect of Morphine, to relieve her of the pain. I'm not sure if she heard me, I was holding on to her left hand, I saw her brows furrowed. By saying so, I do not mean empty talk. It would be again be pointless, to tell someone how much you love him/her, and not doing so in action. Affection should still comes from within and the bottom of your heart. Say it when you mean it, don't be surprise, don't assume that he/she will know your feelings if you ain't going to physically say it.

To Alex, I love you. Thank you for loving me, for paying attention to every little details of my life, for giving me your precious time and effort, for your patience with my nonsense, for taking me as your wife. I will be where you are. If it's the end of time, I want to be with you. We met when I was about to give up, there you are, giving me courage and beliefs in love, and filling my picture with vibrant and joy. Taking my hand, walking with me, supporting me, listening to me - you gave me wings. Remember our magic? That's how we knew... we were meant for each other, the missing piece of our life.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Friday the 13th (cont)

Well, the unlucky charm continues...

Was called in for a "talk" again. This time round with the stump and the clown. I let out all my frustration on the stump, he even denied that he mentioned "I am going to take it that you have lost interest in the job that's why you resigned." THE! Does he has amnesia or what?

Fine, after telling them the frustration of having different instructions from different bosses and the difficulty with the department's procurement, they blame it all at the Finance Dept. Goodness, that's why they never moved on.

I was given the opportunity for early release and I took it.. but god knows how long are they going to process the request. There's 2 more weeks to go... Hurry!

Basically, coming in to the office everyday and facebooked isn't going anywhere, might as well take an early release, good for both parties. Har, I couldn't care anymore.

Friday the 13th, enough of you.

Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th has always been kind to me, except for today.

Arrived at work damn late to start with. There were like 3 idiots that poped out in front of me in queue for cab, wait, is there even a queue then? And worst, 15mins passed, no available cab in sight. They were either "On Call", "Busy" or "Hired". I almost wanted to go over and slap the last girl in her face. These pple has really thick skin, first they jumped queue, ignored pple who has alr been waiting for eons, and then put up an arrogance look that read: What's wrong with you? Of course, there's something wrong, not with me but YOU, BITCH! Aw! Finally, I have to call for a cab. Then guess what? This woman hired the cab (Plate: 2285) I ordered, right in front of my eyes. The driver did not even bother to check if she's the one who has called for the cab. It turned out that she has ordered for a cab as well, and I have to board hers aft explaining to the driver what has happened. The Bi*ch is known as Junie and the driver (of the cab I took) referred to this type of customer as SHIT. Well?

Something to ponder.. Is cab a form of public transport? If they are, why are they always using the cab for personal uses?

At work, I have to be haunted by noise pollution. A meeting was going on, a total waste of time and it went on for 2 hours. That irritating voice of the not-so-impt Deputy Director, he kept going "I can show you the email, you know, I keep a record of emails from the past half a year, harg harg harg" Laughing to himself. Big Deal? More like a clown to me, who cares about him? Always meddling in other dept's events, talk big and we have to do the shit, only to find out in the end that our dept was not even invited to participate. CLOWN! Not forgetting the BIG STUMP, bad-mouthed me again and I will put a curse potion on you!

What will the dept turn out to be, when it was led by a CLOWN & a BIG STUMP? Need I explain myself?