Pretentious Belas Kasihan act

I was approached by this young chap, introducing himself as someone from a charity organization. Usually, a fake smile will be hanging on my face and from there I will take the opportunity to whisk myself off before they can say anything to me. This time round however, I decided to give this chap the green light and there he was blah-ing all out to me at the greatest speed.

He was telling me this phenomenon of poor kids with inadequate clothing, education, funds which I am very aware of. There are plenty of them in my country [Sabah]. It was kinda touching at that very moment, I shall say. The spoiler then came when he shoved this form towards me and insisted that I sign up for free. I asked him, how is this free when I have to commit myself into donating RMxx every month for a lifetime once my signature lays on the dotted lines. He then signalled his colleague to handle the dirt job on his behalf which she did, non-stop insisting that I should contribute.

My reply made their faces turn black instantly. I told them I don't mind signing up, but I shall not contribute financially, I will contribute in terms of physical volunteer instead. They exchanged glances and gave me that shitty look.

They must be thinking "damn, down goes our hope in getting the commission from her signing-up."Those changes in their looks were about to activate that turmoil button in me. I so wanted to give them a tight bitch slap.
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Fine. I walked off without contributing anything that day.

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New housemate

Since coming back to KL last Sunday, I befriended Jojo who's our new housemate. She's super uper duper adorable and hyper at all times.

Just last night, I couldn't even read Ellyn's Hello! magazine in peace as Jojo kept bugging me. That pang of jealousy is always in her when she sees me doing something else rather than entertaining her. I was then upset with her and decided to ignore her for that moment. She too, gave me that sheepish look and heave those grunts which no one could deny that expression of hers made her 10 times cuter.

Many at times, you just feel like strangling Jojo for disturbing your me-moments. I hardly have time for myself, let alone sit and play with her. Somehow, that anger in you melts in a quick snap when you see that earnest look she gave you.
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Yes, the new housemate in question is Ellyn's + Wong's new pup.

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[Still] grasping the meaning

Brief update: Today, daddy's sms was the best ice-breaker when I was in the midst of completing that mountain-load of work. Grins.

Got an assignment months ago to jot down ten things I would like people to say about me during my funeral.

One word: Difficult.

I have been doing some thinking about it and I just realized I so really have to know myself in and out in order to know what others think of me as a person. To know oneself is to discover one's talent, passion, conscience and needs. Honestly speaking, I have yet to fulfill that.

On a serious note, I really got to get down in knowing myself, knowing that the final months of 2008 is hitting upon. Talking about myself, I felt that pinch of failure in me as I have been trying hard to remember the goal I set for myself on the 1st of Jan 2008. December is hitting upon me and it was kinda obvious I have yet to make efforts, let alone achieve that high and mighty goal. Sad, no?

I have been mulling over the things I do daily, thoughts that I have always pondered but kept to myself. There are alway things I take for granted subconsciously, doing things that I am not supposed to do, not doing things that I am supposed to do.

Why can't I be a lil more disciplined and attack this stubborn virus in me with all my might given the strength? The immune system in me is working just fine and yet I could not pull things straight. Why should I always doubt myself ? Does it always have to be some angel out there to pull me up and set things straight for me until I take the next step?
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Enough of the ramble. It is time to unfold my inner self before the alarm buzzes.

On another note, the lack of myself-knowledge hence contributes to my failure in completing this assignment once again. Tell me, is this seriously going to be forever?

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Ubin lover

Brief update: It has been quite some time I have not taken bus rides in KL especially ever since I moved house. I hopped onto a bus just yesterday to meet my old kawans for dinner at Chilli's. I spent 45 minutes waiting at the bus stop with an old lady. I will say, Malaysia's public transport may have improved a little. For 45 minutes, at least 3 buses passed by. However, only one bus stopped to pick us up. The other two buses left us gasping for the word f*ck when they just couldn't be bothered to stop for the two of us.

Backspace a lil, it was so nice to get a break from work [at last] on Deepavali Day. Nevertheless, I still exhausted myself by being on wheels for 12 hours that very day. I spent 2 hours travelling to Ubin island, cycled for 8 hours on that island, another 2 hours to go home. Bloggie, you must be thinking I have gone nuts, cycling for freaking 8 hours on a holiday!

Well, I have always loved cycling since young. In fact, I cycled everywhere around KK when I was little. I always have this thought of being free as a bird whenever I cycle. Weird, no? Whilst cycling in Ubin, I was reminded of my childhood, that's the reason I kinda forgot the pain in my arse even when it is pushed to the limits. As sick as it sounds, the pain was satisfying and very addictive.

Not to mention, I was knocked by a pick-up once whilst cycling when I was only 8. The funny thing was, at that very moment, all my mum could hear was the loud commotion and she thought she lost her only daughter till she heard a faint shriek.

Anyway, those who plan to visit Singapore one day, I will certainly recommend Ubin [for those who know how to cycle]. Get yourself ready for the dirt paths and amazing downhill slopes!

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