Just got back from supper with two secondary school friends, the one on the far right is one i havent seen for really damn long, and i can’t describe how completely delighted i was that we finally met up tonight.
We used to always hang out for supper years back at the same spot we went to today, which was the little eating place at Pasir Panjang Rd.. nearby NUS. We’d have prata, or nasi lemak and have teh. It was so good, only because it was with great company. The place was usually full of uni students, glad it wasn’t any different tonight.
I thought it would be awkward, different to hang out together again after years of not seeing each other. It wasn’t bad at all. I guess it was really funny to re-live secondary school dramas. Back then it was such a big deal — and now when you look back in your mid twenties, they were all such trivial matters and we were just being such big babies/drama queens about everything.
I also learnt how some of the rest are doing, and i feel kinda proud of all those who managed to stay in the right lane and be stable and take care of themselves. And to those people who still haven’t got their shit together, that’s ok. We all fuck up in some way or another, it’s the journey and as long as we learn as we go.
I guess what i’m trying to say is.. Back then in school, there were the hot shots, the ones who had carved their paths even back in school, the ones who surprise you in present day.. And it turns out it really doesn’t matter what your status was in school. You never know what the future might bring you. The hot shots become hot shits and vice versa. Really, it’s like in the movies and it really does happen. I wish i knew this back then… That life gets better, if you work towards it.
So the US Elections has wrapped and they have made their choice. I am not an american citizen and by right i shouldnt care right? WRONG, neither are many other people US citizens, and yet we feel very strongly about this decision. Everybody would be affected whether we like it or not.
I don’t know how to articulate my feelings but shock, horror, terror and depression were some of the many other feelings i (and many others) are experiencing. I am utterly upset.
Mostly because Trump is a threat to everything i stand for. The people who have voted ignorantly for him, you think it wouldnt affect you, but it will. You are living in the same world that his decisions would destroy, you have nowhere to run, so its going to affect you regardless. Trump’s vision is everything the whole planet doesnt need more of. We have been fighting against all that he is in a single person for years now, so i just don’t understand.
My email inbox is full of all my beloved organisations that deal with environment, wildlife and human rights (all of which Trump would strip the voices of), lamenting on all of our futures. And it just breaks my heart. With just a single election, all the hard work, all the fundings, all the pillars we have set up to fight the good fight, will crumble. Its just so wrong and unfair.
All we can do now is fight harder than ever. Dont let them win.
As embarrassing as it is to admit. Recently ive been into really pink, fluffy, pretty shit.
My friends, well, rather, friends who’ve known me for yeaaaaaars know me as this tomboy who was always cussing and talking really loudly, was forceful and who had zero social skills (so i can understand ya’lls bewilderment). Back in secondary school, i wouldnt be caught dead in anything pink. In fact, i almost believed if i died young, and for some reason got wrapped up in pink, i would disintegrate. I shunned pink like it was a disease, i felt superior in my non-pinkness. Now that im mid 20s, suddenly i want to BE pink.
*Awkward audience silence*
Ok fine. Not P!nk, pink. But.. you know.. pink enough.
So here i am, just declaring myself as an embracer of pink. Regardless how fluffy the stuff i own, i am still that loud voiced Man-ly Moore in my heart (although i doubt my colleagues would believe it, its like i have a split personality, i just cant do it at work) so friends and family, dont be alarmed. I have finally come out of my pink closet.
Okay. So end of the declaration of pink-dependence day.
I would like to now whine how completely exhausted i really am, to the bones.
You know, i like my job. I like my colleagues. I like my superiors. But ever since the stupid department merger back in march, i swear everything is going to the shits. I feel like one of those overworked donkeys in India. Although its an insult to the donkey because all i do is sit down on a soft chair in an air conditioned office, so its really not the same thing at all. BUT I swear, internally, i feel like one of those poor, powerless donkeys who have no choice but to be led by the leash.
Ok fine, thats what happens if you work for a corporation or work for someone else bla de bla de bla..
As a donkey employee, i wish the management would at least listen to feedback given, or share the plans that they have for us instead of jumping on us with the next brilliant plan they have, or stop tagging an employee for something that wasnt his/her fault because of a missed SOP eventhough the situation was handled as well as he/she could (pettiness in general). Sometimes feedback is given and its ignored, then they turn around asking why didnt we say so?
Its like living with an aunt who has amnesia who will push you off prematurely from a moving plane while skydiving. (And then you fall afew thousand feet in the air screaming into oblivion before your brain catches up with you and you remember to pull open the parachute)
Know what m’sayin? No?
Sigh. I absolutely missed the 2015 office. I guess you cant have it all. If you have great people to work with, you have a crap environment/policy/bureaucracy.. if you have a great environment, you have complete pieces of shit to work with.
GAH. you never win.
Right now all i wish for are chocolates that magically appear on my desk everyday so that i can munch myself to happiness.
p/s I did mention donkeys earlier, so i thought i would plug it here too; one of my favourite organisations called SPANA, they help working animals all over the world in countries that still require transportability assistance of horses, donkeys, bullocks (and more) who work way longer hours in the hot sun, laboriously. These animals’ working conditions can be really terrible and most of them dont have any welfare and they carry back-breaking loads almost everyday for ridiculous long hours, so SPANA assists to educate the human caretakers on how to better care for their animals, provide veterinary care to these animals who sometimes eventhough are injured, are still forced to work because their caretakers cant afford the vet bills or because they dont know better. And generally SPANA does their best to provide better welfare for these poor beings.
So if you have a little extra change in your pockets to gift to these wonderful creatures and help them live a slightly better life or be able to work much more comfortably, do drop by SPANA’s website to learn more on how you can help and understand how your little gift can go a long way 🙂
Since i havent updated in awhile.. and since im waiting for my movie “Morgan” to play in the movies right now, maybe i’ll just share this post i had drafted out in anger whilst at work last month (8th aug, if you’re into being petty just like some of my colleagues) , but never got around to posting because… Well, not sure why. HEH! but pretty entertaining when i re-read it. Gosh, im just a big ball of suppressed anger arent i. Enjoyzzz
“I came to work today only to be drowned in a wave of completely inane, the most pettiest bullshit to date.
Now honestly, there’s always a lot of petty shit in life, In general. And especially in work spaces.
Personally, my motto is, if I’m not working for NASA or have the ability to set off nuclear bombs, not controlling matters concerning life or death of mankind, not the reason for third world starvation, not personally responsible for children or other people and their wellbeing and mental health, not concerning hygiene.. I would think that job is pretty mild and menial as compared. I always ask myself, if there was a zombie apocalypse, would I bother with this? The answer is usually a big tubby N-O. If it’s not life or death, it ain’t shit.
And my job — for all of it’s connective importance, is just a first world job that encourages first world problems. And first world problems, for the most part, are usually NOT PROBLEMS. It’s just unfortunate that I happen to be in the “system”, therefore I need a job to feed myself and pay for shit.
So imagine my disgust at having to deal with complete utter pettiness in my outlook inbox and 3 different people going batshit about the smallest of the smallest shits (imagine a mouse’s poop? yes. even smaller than that, infact, its close to unimaginably tiny, microscopic if you will)
Basically on Saturday the 6th (2 days ago, note this), I had requesting via email for the rest of my immediate team mates and my adopted team mates (which is the team we were forcibly merged with) to follow up with one of my very nice customers and just update her when she can use her device again (as it was deactivated). That is all.
Reason being as I was knocking off already and the Very Nice Customer (VNC) would just like an update when it’s done, instead of constantly refreshing her device.
To check whether the line is active, just requires you to key in a number on one of the system and it’ll tell you if its up.
I never requested anyone to do anything more — just follow up. Fullstop.
Back before the stupid merger, this is what we did. We sent an email to our immediate team mates to help follow up on behalf of you after you’re done with work.
Since we had merged, right, that would rightfully make the other team, my immediate team mate — or so I thought.
So I sent an email to the whole team requesting to be helped because that was how it was done — I guess I never “got the memo” that they didn’t do it here all merged up.
So everybody started going batshit”
…. And here the post ended, presumably because i suddenly got busy with work. What i remember though, was flipping screens, one was to rant and the other was our system we use to key in data. LOL. what a joy.
First went to Ambeng Cafe by Ummi Abdullah with my sisters to meet the in laws to discuss the wedding prep and everything just to make sure everything was .. you know, everybody was on the same page.
It’s not my dream wedding, but it’ll have to do. Get it over with. The most important thing is the nikah anyways, right?
So yada yada.. After the short lunch and after the in laws left, the sisters and i went around East Village’s little boutiques to look at the clothes. And i must say that they do have a lot of interesting outfits over there. I’m trying not to spend on clothes right now because i think i might be needing a new laptop soon (mine just powers off on it’s own when it’s idle for like 5 minutes, it’s like it just faints and pressing the power button is equivalent to a tight slap)
So after that we trundled along in Myst Exile’s little van through the busy sunday road and went to Vivo City. We were going to watch Lights Out at the cinemas. It’ll be my second time, but i love that show! The Strange Tea wasn’t actually keen to watch a horror show.. but i’m sorry, it’s 2 against 1, my friend.
Before the movie we were buying snacks to sneak in the cinema with. At the end of the show, ST looked like she was having a whale of a picnic in the dark as she dusted herself off from crumbs.
We went shopping after that. It wasn’t intentional, but it happened. We’re not usually big shoppers.. I usually spend my money online shopping. It’s easier, it beats the crowd, and my shopping bags are delivered straight to my house. I usually go to malls just to walk around and eat. I managed to get the recommended Bausch + Lomb contact lens solution — recently i just purchased contacts for myself. I’ve never worn one before and this would’ve been my first time so i wanted to do it right.. but that’s another story for another post..
So, basically Sundays are crazy days for retail. Weekends in general. Especially for mass market stores. I’ve been in retail for a large part of my life. It was full of blood, sweat and tears but it was very fun as well. Inspired a lot of stories and, for the most part, if you enjoy working with certain people, it would be a completely fun job.
When we finally wandered over to the Cotton On store and it looked like it just got hit by a hurricane. That, or a bunch of wild baboons were unleashed in there and were high on something.
Honestly the store looked CRAZY and my heart truly bled when i saw it’s state.
If you have ever wondered why retail staffs are always grumpy looking or short with you? You can scroll below photos and see an example of WHY. Actually no, these photos do not even begin to justify WHY they are like that. AND BEFORE you begin to even say to me “but.. it’s their job.. that’s what they’re paid for” — Yes. Indeed.. They are paid to maintain the store.
But you, you little baboon, (because if you’re countering this post with that sentence, you are definitely a baboon since this kind of mess is probably one of your doing. No. Scratch that, baboons are clever — because primates. YOU, are a baboon’s backside, because backsides in general have no brains)
So as i was saying. Yes, retail staffs are paid to maintain cleanliness and order in a store, plus other duties. But it doesn’t mean you as a shopper, treat it like a dump.
Have respect for OTHER SHOPPERS who want to purchase those products, this shop is going to be patronized by NOT JUST YOU, it’s gonna be visited by a lot of other people. So don’t be selfish. All i can think of is selfishness when i see this.
Have respect for THE PRODUCTS themselves. Those products, although yes, most may be machine produced, but the foundation of the work is surely by another human being who took hours to create that product so that it could even be a mass produce in the first place.
Have respect for THE STORE — they bothered to make your shopping as pleasant as possible by providing whatever you need. Couches, fitting rooms etc.. you wouldn’t trash your house like this, don’t do it to other people’s property.
Have respect for THE STAFF there. If you work in an office, just imagine a colleague just wanted to “look” at your reports and then doesn’t put the file back and it’s all messy and disorganized on your table, it’s irritating isn’t it? Now imagine that same irritating colleague x10. And then now imagine if i said “but it’s your job to keep your damn reports organized anyway, just do it again!” Do unto others how you want others to do unto you. That is the principle.
If you want good service from staffs, be respectful first. Put back unwanted items in their proper places and then when a staff isn’t so busy cleaning up the craziness, they would surely pay you more attention, right?
IT’S CAUSE AND EFFECT people. Didn’t school teach you?? No of course school doesn’t teach “respect” enough.
As a shopper myself, it was a turn off. Instead of shopping, i just stood around beside M.E and whatever M.E found was nice but didn’t fit her, she’d pass to me. HEH! And then i didn’t have to look on my own. I kinda felt like a piranha. *shrugs*
So as you can see, i have a lot of problems with human beings in general.
I hate dirty toilet go-ers.
I hate the people who just leave their trash in their seats after a movie in the cinema.
I hate people who litter in general
I hate people who abuse animals — knowingly or ignorantly.
I hate people who have no respect for the environment.
I hate ignorant people. Ignorant because you don’t know, is fine, but purposefully choosing to be ignorant? Unforgivable. Go pick up a book and google and learn something for once in your life.
I hate people. Fullstop.
I like individuals, but i hate human beings. If you know what i mean.
I wish i could keep this blog updated with a lot of pretty words, pretty photos, pretty everything. But you know what? The world isn’t like that. It has it’s prettiness and a lot of ugliness too. And my job, is to be as honest as i can with my feelings and experiences especially in words, seeing as i cannot react accordingly to my feelings within society — it’ll either be a straitjacket or jail if i act upon my feelings.
Nobody wants to talk about the ugly things.. And yet there’s so much ugliness that needs to be pointed out, it’s crazy.
The world is NOT a unicorn. So neither shall my words be.
p/s: To me, a job is a job, is a job. What do you mean “finally you’re in a real job!” — Bitch, if you’re employed, earning money (in a halal way) and not killing people or making trouble for anybody, then that’s a REAL FUCKIN JOB right there, you snobby piece of crap. Whether you’re behind the counter, in a janitor’s closet, sweeping the roads, in a stuffy cubicle, furiously tapping away on a keyboard, selling something door to door, nobody has any right to be looking down their noses at you. And yes, i do know of some friends who have this mindset, so i’m here to set this fucking straight with ya’ll. I’m not gonna name names because you little shits should know who you are deep down in your hearts.
Don’t be condescending because you’re not better than anyone else, we are all equally human. You don’t bring your pradas to your grave, honey.