Oh yah… not forgetting my quest to go as green as I can too.

I’m the normal, average Joe, working in the boring IT consulting industry, where chasing deadlines and slaving for the company is the norm. I don’t know how long I can last in this environment because I am seeing bad mistakes being repeated over and over again, in different organizations. It’s like, different organization, same type of shit. And I’m getting so tired of it.

Throughout my life, I’ve always told myself that whatever life holds, I must not do things simply because I am expected to or simply to conform to what society regards as “normal” and “acceptable”.

I’m the type of person who, if told not to do something but I don’t see sense in the reason not to, I would get the urge to do the exact opposite. Especially when I’m told “But that’s how things are done!”. So what?! Doesn’t mean I can’t do things differently.

Actually, I hate being told what to do. I like being in control. Some call me a control freak. Hehe. *shrug*

It is perceived that left-handed people are the creative, artsy sort. I don’t see myself as being particularly creative or artsy. I like logic, I’m usually practical. But I guess I have my artsy streaks in certain things.

Like, the other day, our photog showed us a sample album she had done and I was blown away by the artwork! I thought it was really cool! Whimsical and funky, totally not the usual style. But HE didn’t think so. Hehe.

And I really enjoy dancing, although I’m not particularly good at it. The first thing people always ask me is “Why Indian classical dance?” And I always feel like retorting “Why not?” but I don’t coz that would be rather rude But I never fail to wonder why people don’t ask me “Why ballet?” or “Why salsa?” Anyway, yes, I like dancing. Allows me to take my mind off the other stresses in life and push my hand-eye-feet coordination to the limit

I’m perceived to be a goody-two-shoes and maybe I am. In certain things. And I really really detest injustice. To anyone or anything. Especially the less fortunate and downtrodden. But my pet cause, my passion in life, the thing I feel I’m put here on Earth to do, is to help animals. Haha, so cliched. But I really do believe this.

Because I finally realized that I cannot live without the companionship of animals. I’ve never had to think about this because I’ve always been around animals. Even during the period when I was in college and didn’t have my pets with me, there was always the comfort of knowing that eventually, I would be with them again (i.e. after graduating). When I was in the States, I always made a trip to Petsmart or any of the nearby petstores during the weekends, just to look at the animals on sale or to check out the pets up for adoption. These were my regular haunts, in addition to Barnes & Noble. I can’t live without my books either

And during my time there, I told myself that after I managed to secure a job, I would adopt a cat (or two). Which I eventually did. Actually, it was supposed to be just one cat. But the first cat that I chose, Lacey, was a bit too clingy and cried whenever I left for work. So I had to return her to the kind lady whom I adopted her from (I remember crying all the way to her house because I felt that I had failed Lacey by not being able to give her a home). But thanks to the kind lady (she was so nice, she didn’t berate me for not being able to keep Lacey), I then adopted 2 of her other cats, and the rest is history

Anyway, so what does this all have to do with never be ordinary? I don’t know, actually. All I know is I don’t want to live an ordinary life. I don’t want to be mediocre. It’s not like I have to win the Nobel Prize or anything of that sort. Haha, fat chance of that happening

I just want to live an honest life. Be true to myself. Do what I believe is my calling. Break out of the mold a bit. Step out of the rat race and try something radical. Radical in my world, not benchmarking on others I normally don’t talk about things like these to anyone. It’s too personal and it’s too difficult to make someone else understand exactly how I feel. So it just plays around in my head, like a washing machine. Round and round and round. Not all the time. But at regular intervals.

Life is so short. This year has been full of deaths, can’t help thinking there’s more to life that just slaving away in front of the PC. Need to live life, NOW! So many thoughts, so many to-dos, so little time and $$$.

Next year, I want to backpack across Europe.

How can these people be allowed to do something like this and not get hauled up for stirring hatred against other religions and insulting another religion?? Where are the cops who won’t hesitate to arrest and beat up people participating in a peaceful rally? Huh?? Huh??? Where are they now???? Not even a bloody squeak from them!!

Talk about being barbaric, stupid, and childish. Oh wait, I take the last bit back. I just insulted children. They behave so much better that these so-called adults.

And I thought it’s supposed to be the holy month of Ramadhan.

This is simply unbelievable. I am infuriated beyond belief.

The point is not about the temple being built. The point is how arrogant these people are and how they reacted in this situation. What kind of example are they setting for their children? Can’t they just sit down and discuss things civilly? Why the violence (severed cow’s head) and insult to another religion (cows being sacred to Hindus).

Get this, the guy had the cheek to say this :

Contacted later, Mahyuddin distanced his organisation from the act of bringing the cow head to the protest.

“It is not our intention. We were surprised,” he said, denying that the act was intended to insult Hindus.

He said that the cow head was likely brought by angry residents.

“Maybe, they meant it (as a symbol of) stupidity. In Malay culture, the cow is a symbol of stupidity, or leaders that are stupid,” he said.

Is he indirectly saying that Hinduism is stupid? You know, if someone did the opposite, say, bringing a severed pig’s head to where they brought the cow’s head, it would be absolutely catastrophical and everyone would be calling for the person’s head to be chopped off.

This is so abso-effing-lutely unbelievable. I can’t believe this type of rubbish is happening in my country.

I managed to wean myself off using talcum powder, after years and years of using it

It wasn’t as difficult as I expected.

When I read/hear of stories like this, I can’t help but feel awed by the way fate/destiny/whatever you call it manages to put people who are meant to be together, together… even when they get split apart so many times.

Yesterday was one of those rare days where I got home by 7pm.

Coz we had a workshop close to my home so I decided not to head back to work after it was done.

But I was so tired from the drama of the day, I flopped on my bed and promptly fell asleep.

A short while later, maybe 30 mins or so, I snap awake and a thought rushes into my head “Oh shit, I’m late for the workshop!”

Then right after, I realize… “Oh, it’s dinner time.”

o_O

I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds. I can’t read minds.

If I could, I’d be living my dream now.

I am starting to detest buffets. I was never fond of buffets to start with because I think it’s totally not worth the value for someone like me to go for a buffet because I can never eat my money’s worth.

Also, you get to see plentiful display of the Malaysian kiasu-ness when it comes to all-you-can-eat food (e.g. people heaping their plates full of prawns or oysters or mussels or sashimi like there’s no tomorrow).

Plus, now that I’ve had more buffets in a month than I’ve ever had in the whole of last year (due to some clients’ penchant for holding workshops at hotels), I have realized that the food just looks nice but tastes mediocre at best.

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There is so much meanness and hatred in the world today.

This is one of the main reasons why I choose not to be mean to someone just because the person was mean to me.

Plus, I believe in karma, although sometimes I think karma takes too long to happen.

Anyway, why would you want to, say, be rude, to someone just because they were rude you? Doesn’t that make you as much a lowlife as them? I don’t mean you must be sugar-sweet to these people but can’t we be civil and then just remove ourselves from the situation?

I always believe “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”.
And if I so happen act in a way or say something that makes you uneasy, just tell me. I would appreciate the up-front feedback rather than you talking behind my back or applying the same type of behavior to me at another opportunity. Because sometimes I might not realize what/how I say something may be interpreted.

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I like a good deal, just like any other person.

But I will not go thru the inconvenience and hassle of just saving a few RM.

I am not such a scrooge.

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What gives me immediate contentedness (in no particular order) :

1. Being with animals
2. Hanging out with Sophie
3. Doing good for others
4. Lying in bed, reading my book, without any care for deadlines
5. Putting recyclables into the recycling bins

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I seriously need to learn to ‘zen’ myself, else I may be a potential hypertension candidate, the way things are going.

o_O

One of my favorite MJ songs… I especially like the spoken part at the end (I normally think spoken dialogue in songs are just too cheesy but this one is different, for some reason).

In Our Darkest Hour
In My Deepest Despair
Will You Still Care?
Will You Be There?
In My Trials
And My Tribulations
Through Our Doubts
And Frustrations
In My Violence
In My Turbulence
Through My Fear
And My Confessions
In My Anguish And My Pain
Through My Joy And My Sorrow
In The Promise Of Another Tomorrow
I’ll Never Let You Part
For You’re Always In My Heart.

It’s so terrifying, to me, how expensive things are in KL/Malaysia.

Was considering changing my faithful 13-yr-old Wira recently, to a hybrid one but after checking out the prices, I’ve changed my mind. The Honda Civic Hybrid costs about RM130,000. Even a decent, compact car like the Honda City costs almost RM90,000.

And that’s just for the auto loan.

And then property. A 2-storey link house in PJ costs minimum RM500,000 (and this is just really bare minimum i.e. if you’re very lucky).

So when I add up the loans, I’m gonna end up slaving for the rest of my life to pay them off

Is this really what life is all about? There has to be some way around it.

I see so many fancy/luxury cars on the road and property coming up everywhere, meaning lots of people are able to purchase these things. How?

I seriously dunno how people do it. Especially with the cost of living in KL being so high (and forever increasing) but salary figures remain stagnant.

How is it possible that other more developed countries are able to afford lower costs of living? Sorry, I’m not an economist nor do I remember much of my basic economics aside from supply and demand rule so I don’t understand how it works.

I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in debt!!!!!!!