last night

last night when i got home, i heard a kitten whining n i guess it must be from the back alley. true enough i found it besides the drain, all soaked due to the heavy downpour. i took the helpless lil' one home without second thought, it's almost like a instinct act of mine.

too early to judge its gender, i guess it's less than a week old. i rushed to 7-11, bought some instant chicken soup, mixed it up n tried to feed it, but it doesn't even know how to eat. rushed to 7-11 again, luckily found d baby milk bottle. finally it's 'sucking' the soup n apparently it likes the taste.

woke up 5am in the morning, feeding time. now am sitting in the office, obviously i left my heart at home, whole day being absent minded... puppy n kitten needs to be fed every 4 hours u know? i wonder if it can make it til i got home... i tell myself not to name it cos it'll be mine if i do tht, but too late i oredi start calling him a name in my heart, jus tht i don wanna say it out loud.

seven.

old tradition survives

chinese new year won't be the same without gambling. office oredi started this 'tradition' few weeks in advance, now everyone stays back for rushing jobs in jolly mood.

Happy Chinese New Year To Everyone

to my collegues who turn office into a casino, hav a good year ahead,
n enjoy ur prosperity (if u win the games lah).

life starts after 30, really? maybe.

2006 is definitely a tough year for me. jus in the 1st month i've oredi experienced the most unbearable lost in my life so far. i've never realised tht is so precious to me.

maybe it's a blessing in disguise, a phrase tht a friend uses very often. i look back all these six years, i don think i really enjoy my life once. so i guess it's time i need to re-adjust myself, get myself together, change myself to the one i used to be six years ago, who was a happy-go-lucky, crazy jokers tht sees fun in everything. i was a weirdo n i'm still am, but this weirdo was more adorable six years ago, who can see things more clearly n think more rationally.

i hav many interests tht i used to hav, i love to paint, i think i shud paint again when am free, i bought a set of brush n ink i thought i wanna pick up my calligraphy skill again so tht i can train my patience, i think i shud get it started without giving myself excuses again. i used to listen to movie soundtracks n i used to collect these cds, maybe once a while i shud indulge myself into some good music again. if i havent abandoned these interests of mine n focus myself on some stupid thoughts; worry too much over many silly matters n become so obsessive on certain things, things won't turn out to be wat it is now.

my life has come to a crossroad tht facing choices. i hav never regretted wat i hav chosen six years ago but am sorry for wat i hav done to cause the damage. i used to hav a diary with this line printed at the bottom on every page - "experience is the name people give to their mistakes", well, it is best used to describe my terrible situation now. jus tht, this time my mistake is too destructive.

maybe i really need this mistake to knock myself up, i wil learn to be a better person, yes i wil.

lethal weapon

they smile to everyone, greet the sweetest 'good morning' u ever heard of, sunshine/angel/honey are their names but when they stab u at the back n stand at far seeing you crawling on the floor, blood gushing out like fanta strawberry, no matter how thick the blood wil never be able to cover the same smile tht looks like almost implanted in their face.

ya today i would like to talk about this type of ppl in advertising, following my previous blog entry - ass-lickers. in my memory i haven't been stabbed by this.... erm, corporate hyena. i mean not tht i know of, or it could be i'm just too numb to realise tht. anyway, with stories gathered from different departments during tea breaks plus a little bit of imagination, it's not difficult to give the above scenario...

but seriously speaking u would not want to mess with these ppl. unless u have a scent to trace from otherwise fighting a battle without even knowing when they wil attack, is bad.

i remember this memorable lesson well: the hot silent fart, unnoticeable but fatal.

yeah, it's 2006.

everybody was greeting each other happy new year on the 1st day to work in year 2006. i was thinking wat's so happy bout new year?

i watched news over the long-weekend new year holiday, flashfloods took away lives; bush fires in few countries destroyed homes n volunteers lost their lives in the rescue missions; i told the pet shop to shave my persian n they shaved her whiskers as well now she lost her walking balance; smelly billy is still smelly or even more smelly than last year; my father's parkinson disease has worsen n he can't recognise me anymore.

i was supposed to spend my new year eve in the hospital looking after my father, but he was discharged on tht very night, i guess only government hospital wil 'suddenly decided' to discharge the patient at this odd hours (not being a super bitch here but it gives me a feeling tht they just can't wait to dismiss a patient so there's one less in the list to be taken care of). i went to my parents' house instead. my father was weak, his speech is more like whispering now as the disease got worse since a month plus ago, i talked to him but could not understand a word he answered. i asked him who am i, he said i'm my mother's sister, means, i become my sister's auntie, or, his sister in law.

4th January 2006, Thursday, 2nd day reporting to work in a new year. jobs dangling since last year n yet to be confirmed/figured out/approved/finished off til up to this moment i'm writing this blog entry. in advertising there's seldom a smooth stool, just when we all constipate in the shitty campaigns, there goes 2006.