Malaysia oh Malaysia...

I used to believe in politics, as innocent as I can be, ....when I was in the UK. I stop short of thinking otherwise when doubts get the better of me. After all, presses reports the real thing. Or... do they not? Is there transparency? Again, I stop short of thinking about 'what ifs?'

There are so many on goings in Malaysia that it never ceases to impress the general public, and the politicians abroad. Our politicians become the laughing stock of the globalized world. Second to the Taiwaneses of course... but does that makes us better? Khairy oh Khairy... where art thou? I see that you are still caught up somewhere in between 1969... Rafidah, oh, ...why oh why, what would Malaysia do without you.... you patriotic angst of economy's downturn! I hate to question the integrity of Malaysian politics... but it never ceases to amuse me to the core. Its hillarious. Why oh why did I return?

Transportation is a farce. It looks good for the tourism... yeay... LRT in Malaysia. Two recent breakdowns on the LRT within a span of 45 days is horrifying. Let me see... my only complain is:

• Ventilation is poor to the CORE.
• No Air Conditioning in a generally hot and humid climate. Perhaps the Putra or STAR bosses arent from around here.
• Stop the bullshit with your prompt recorded messages as stated in your website. Those who were caught in the trains or stuck in stations weren't informed. Prolly after 10 minutes? ... when people were forced to pry open doors for ventilation?
• Only 2 coaches in operation when each station can take at least 3 coaches. Look at examples in Kelana, Bangsar, KL Sentral, Masjid Jamek. I dont understand the reasoning to only have 2 Coaches especially during peak hours.

Now now... what is going to be done? YAB Mr Nice Guy could perhaps explain what is it with the allocation of funds to upgrade transportation? Probably you might want to take the train one day and see it for yourself. I would applaud them for doing so at peak hours. Dr. Fong Chan Onn... you were caught in traffic for one hour... what's the complain? People were trapped in the train for 2 hours, had to force open the door and walk the tracks. Take the train, and you'll see what I mean. And yet, people dont fuss, they get on with it, day after day, month after month and year after year.

Ahhh... Malaysia Truly Asia.

Ladida...

...meaning?... I am lost for words... meaning, a new vocab in my dictionary... just like how 'oopsy daisy' came to the big screen on 'Notting Hill'... a revival of old vocabs in a truly authentic and typical English fashion. Wondered where it originated from? Anyways, as far as one is concerned, 'huh?' is just an expression of blurriness when a statement was well read or understood... BUT, it is also a funny expression in many other ways when you look at the more simpler things in life because it is not just a word, but an expression of closeness, love? Because one can either use the more formal and appropriate way of expressing thyself with 'Sorry?' or "Pardon me?".

...meaning?.... "huh?" is also a nomenclature for "laughter" when it is combined with the facial expression that seeks not only for a repetition of what was being said but "huh?....". It certainly did the trick with Julia Roberts on the set of Notting Hill when Hugh Grant said 'Oopsy Daisy...".
It certainly did the trick with me on the latter.

Work wise, I have been unable to explain the phenomenon that has engulfed me of late. It cripples you. Taunts you. Subdues you to a point of stress. But it also brings the best out of you. It certainly did for me. But strangely, I feel no tiredness. Not an inch of whining or complaining either so much so it draws stares... really weird stares, comments and statements. I love the job! Am I guilty as charged? Am I subjugated to conviction? People think I should. My counterparts think I am crazy. And they think I should stop 'habitualizing' it in front of the bosses for the benefit of the company. But hear my answer, I am not commercializing myself. Neither am I 'habitualizing' it. It's just me and the enormous interest in getting the job done. Hope you understand. Here's my two cents worth - Enjoy the job and the role that you assume, not because of the reward, but for personal satisfaction of gaining knowledge. One can never proclaim to be knowledgeable. It doesn't cease. It's a continuous process.

For A Moment....

Wow... this is crazy. After all these while... this is somewhat unbelievable. Is it a sign? Is it trying to tell me something? I'm a dare dreamer, but this is real... how true... I dont know but it does say something. The stars are somewhat fascinating.

What?

I cant wait for Wednesday to come. Soon I hope but maybe not too soon. Maybe I dont want time to pass by so soon, or maybe I do. Do I?

Work...

I so wish to stop all that I am doing now and just go somewhere remotely unknown and stay there for the rest of my life. People say I am a no lifer... but how do you define 'life'? Subjective aint it? I so wish to just stay at home on a cozy weekend and relax. I so wish to do what other people do, walking, shopping, taking a stroll... but I cant get my mind off work. So much to be done... yet so little time. I must learn how to relax... although I must say, its not tearing me apart. I thrive on my work and i dont complain. I know its a problem, or is it not? All I know is... I have got nothing else apart from my work. It keeps me going, it keeps me within the boundaries of sanity. So much for a blog update...

Centrepoint Starbucks at 1am... I was here from 11.30 am, and my mails seem to be coming in even after 1 hour or so... that is after 1 day of absence from work on Friday because I had to undergo Prolotherapy. Reason I am doing this is because I know when I get back to work on Monday, it will double up and I will need at least half a day to clear half of my emails. At the moment, 203 mails and increasing. I wanna be there. I so wanna be there badly and I will do anything to be there. I trust myself and I am pushing myself. To me... I dont recognise there's anything such as the 'limit'. Tell me I am a nutter. Then I will know.

...Anna Begins...

My friend assures me "it's all or nothing"I am not worried-

I am not overly concerned. My friend implores me " for one time only,Make an exception."

I am not not worried. Wrap her up in a package of lies. Send her off to a coconut island

I am not worried - I am not overly concerned.

With the status of my emotions"oh", she says, "we're changing."But we're always changing

It does not bother me to say, this isn't love

Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love

And i guess i'm going to have to live that

But, i'm sure there's something in a shade of gray

Or something in between, And i can always change my name if that's what you mean

My friend assures me "it's all or nothing`But i am not really worried

I am not overly concerned, You try to tell your self the things you try tell your self to make

yourself forget, To make your self forget

I am not worried"if it's love" she said, "then were gonna have to think about the Consequences"

She can't stop shaking and i can't stop touching her and.....

This time when kindness falls like rain, It washes her away and anna begins to change her mind

"these seconds when i'm shaking leave me shuddering for days" she says.

And i'm not ready for this sort of thing

But i'm not gonna break. And i'm not going to worry about it anymore

I'm not gonna bend and i'm not gonna break and I'm not gonna worry about it anymore

It seems like i should say "as long as this is love..."

But it's not all that easy so maybe i should just

Snap her up in a butterfly net-Pin her down on a photograph album

I am not worried. I've done this sort of thing before

But then i start to think about the consequences

Because i don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...The time when kindness falls like rain

It washes me away and anna begins change my mind

And every time she sneezes i believe it's love. And oh lord.... i'm not ready for this sort of thing

She's talking in her sleep - It's keeping me awake

And anna begins to toss and turn, And every word is nonsense but i understand it and

Oh lord. I'm not ready for this sort of thing

Her kindness bangs a gong

It's moving me along and anna begins to fade away

It s chasing me away. She dissappears, and oh lord

I'm not ready for this sort of thing...