Starry Starry Nite

The Simpsons Movie

27/07/2007

Harga Tiket: RM6.40

Duti Hiburan: RM1.60

My Seat No : E12

X's seat No : E13

Stepping my foot in the cinema for the 1st time after 8 months, worth a testimony here. It's worth even more when X sat next to me. We got the seat next to each other by chance when the tickets were distributed. The rest from team sat on the same row. It was a team outing. Who is X? You might wonder....

X is one of my team members. X is very pleasant in many ways; look, height, mannerism, speech etc. Sitting next to X in a cinema made me a little nervous (the kind of nervousness like one's 1st movie date,you know that feeling), enough said.

The movie was funny but one I thing realized my laugh was a little unnatural at times.There were moments when the whole audience fell silence but X 's cute laugh was still audible, I laughed along with X but in silence. It was a great laugh after months of silence.

Rating for the movie : 3 out of 5 stars

Rating for the whole movie outing activity : 5 out of 5 stars

To family and friends, with LOVE

It’s been quite a while since I last wrote. I was taken seriously ill about a month ago. I never thought that I would be hospitalized that frequent and almost restrictedly bed ridden for that long. I was so weak and everything seemed to slow. My brain, the recovery and many other things seemed to be running so slow. Perhaps I was expecting things to be fast? A fast recovery so that I could be my normal me again, running in the park, swimming in the morning, driving back and forth, dancing, prancing, smiling, laughing and giggling and talking day and night. Am in a hurry? What am I worried about? As quoted by one of the few doctors who treated me, “With this kind of sickness you should have – No Hurry, No worry and No Curry.”

I fought it hard, but it brought me down every now and again. I was physically weak and psychologically depressed. Whatever it was, it has definitely brought some changes into me. I feel closer to the ‘ONE’ and ‘ONLY’. I can feel some improvement now but I still don’t feel my usual ‘ME’ yet. Lots of things happened in our lives that become the turning point for something different. Is this one of them?

Things happened just like that. Friends and Family rushed here and there, come and go, day and night. They have been very supportive and encouraging. They drove me, they fed me, they helped me with the drink, and they held my hands when I was going to the toilet. Everyone has been like a family to me. I’m so grateful to have friends and family like you. May god bless each and every one of you.

Thanks for all the kind wishes and words.

Lots of Love
whywhenitsme.

Ramadhan in KL

Watching some of the drag queens while having Sahur at one of the stalls in Bukit Bintang last night was quite different. One thing that’s very obvious was - they did not dress up as sexy as they would normally do during non fasting months. No Marilyn Monroe’s, No Madonna’s and no Beyonce’s wannabe dresses in sight. Yet, they still looked glamorous with their makeups and hairdos but everything else was rather toned down. Im sure out of their ‘Divaness’, they still have respect for Ramadhan.

Some other friends joined us when we were almost done with the meal. I could not stay long as ‘my driver’ insisted on leaving early so that he could be all freshen up for his 1st day at work after 2 weeks of a so called ‘maternity leave’.

Out of habit, ‘my driver’ was doing 150km/h on Jalan Sultan Ismail but we managed to spot a couple of drag queens soliciting in the street. Whilst some do have respect for the fasting month, some were still keeping up with their ever increasing individualistic needs. Some stay the way they are.

The weakest link

One thing I learned when it comes to a job interview is not to go for an early session. Early like 9am. If they have several sessions to choose from, pick the one in the afternoon, preferably after lunch. Why?

1) You would have plenty of time to get there
2) You wouldn't miss your beauty sleep
3) If you have constipation, you would have plenty of time to sort it out
4) More time to re-iron so claimed ‘wrinkleless’ shirt
5) Chances are, the interviewer might appear happier with full up tummy after lunch
6) Plenty of time to sort out your red eyes

I was assessed by this Oz guy who walked in the office with his business like luggage while I was filling out the usual form, earlier. That’s another thing that I loathe about interview. Why would I need to fill out the entire form with the usual questionnaire of which the answers are so obvious - in the resume that I sent to you!

The one hour spent in the room with him was more like ‘The Weakest Link’ TV program, with a rapid-fire quiz and whether the answers I gave were desirable or not, let’s just see. He told me not to panic if i didnt hear from them next week. He'd need to travel back and forth before a decision is made. ???

"OK, bye for now!", he then walked me to the door.

'HOT POTATO' VOICE

I went to visit a friend who was admitted to a hospital yesterday. He’s looking much better than he was in the last couple of days but he still has not regained his voice yet. I find it a bit strange looking at somebody who used to be so chatty,now remains silent most of the times. It must be horrible to be down with tonsil infection. He has tonsillitis.

What causes Tonsillitis?
Tonsillitis is caused when bacteria or viruses invade your tonsils, causing them to swell. So the general cause of tonsillitis is a bacterial or viral invasion.

Is tonsillitis contagious?
Tonsillitis often spread from one person to another when there is contact of fluids of someone who has tonsillitis.

What's the worst?
Tonsils may swell and becomes exceedingly large impairing your voice sound, and are at that state called ‘hot potato' voice. This used to be the reason why doctors recommended surgical removal of tonsils (tonsillectomy).

So, I do hope he is going to get well soon and hopefully he does not have to through that surgery.

A friendly reminder to all - take it easy when it come ‘fluids associated exchange ‘. Some people may look good on the outside but who knows they might keep a 'bacterial or viral friendly incubator ' on the inside, if you know what I mean ;-)

SexyBack

Hello there!!!

I’M BACK!!!!.............. It’s been quite a while actually. It's just that the combo of jetlag, fasting month and work has really taken its toll on me. I finally blog again with the ongoing support and the crying demand I heard from some of you ;-)

How’s your fasting going? What I can say is that there's no much difference between fasting in KL and in Dublin. Why did I say that? The break fast time is about the same and the weather in KL and Dublin seems very much alike now. Only, in Dublin I could walk around and even climb up the hills sightseeing without feeling thirsty at all. If you ever get to Dublin and even if it's for a short trip, take a quick tour to Bray. The light and easy train ride from Pearce Station in City centre to Bray, southern part of Dublin only takes about 20 mins. The train ride will take you along the cliffs and the coastline. The scenery in a good weather is simply GORGEOUS!!! You must NEVER miss the chance to walk up hill, the Bray Head. On top of the cliff, you would get a perfect view of the sea with a motionless ferry in a distance, the green hill, the beach, the green boxy train, the cathedral, the colourful array of Georgian houses and topped out with a couple of cuties. Nothing is as picturesque as that.

My first visit to Dublin 9 years back was nothing but partying with some old college friends. Now that I see more of Dublin, I thought it is becoming a great city. You would stumble upon exciting shops and restaurants while strolling along the small alleys in the town .

What can I say? I’m in LOVE with Dublin.
I'll tell you more when I have time.

Great to see y’all back!
SexyBack

KU MENCARI

Dari hari ke hari
Ku cuba mengerti
apa yang kukejari
Bisakah ku kecapi
Adakah mungkin ianya bukan di sini

Namun ku pasti satu hari nanti
Ternyata pasti ada yang menanti
Mungkinkah di sana jika bukan di sini

tetap dan pasti akan ku perolehi
sekiranya ku tabahkan hati
Menempuhi hidup ini

Apa yang ku ingini buat masa ini
Hanya di berkati dan diredai
Ilahi….
setiap langkah yang ku tempuhi

Berubahkah lagi diri ini
Dari situ aku ke sana
Dari sana aku ke sini
Apakah yang sebenarnya yang ku cari

Because of YOU

The day I was born, it's like a new blood in you
When I refused to go to the kindergarten, I cried on you
When I played ‘getah’ at Primary school, I jumped and landed on you
When I ran at High School Sports Day, I ran into you

At college, fashionably victimized, I cat walked on you
When I got the offer to attend University oversea, I left you
When I was there, I initially missed you
After a while I tend to forget about you

when I heard my dad was not well I eventually return to you
Now it seems like Im stuck with you
It’s been quite a while and Im getting bored of you
Occasionally I left you but no matter how far I go
I would still come back to you

May be I’m destined to be with you
But please don’t get me wrong
I never hate you
In fact I love you
Just that things that I’m still searching for may be not with you

As long as I have place in you
You have yours in my heart too
When I die, I wish I was laid to rest with you

You, beautiful Malaysia

Happy 49th Merdeka Day!

DINNER OF THE YEAR

If some people just had their Wedding of the Year recently, I’ve just had something of an equal standard. At least for me. But it wasn’t a wedding, it was a dinner.May be seen as trivial by some but it was really a meaningful one for me. Since it’s not easy to get the chance to dine with him, I mentioned to him that I would blog it just for the sake of remembering it and here I am writing about it.

I got his SMS while driving homebound from work. Let’s call him Abang Nice. Let me put word for word of what Abg Nice wrote ‘Jom g mkn kat hartmas square kul 8pm’. I was smiling although the message was a bit plain but later Abg Nice explained that he wrote it while he was driving. Quickly, I replied ‘OK c u there’

Abang Nice walked towards us in his nicely pressed white shirt. He greeted us with a big smile and a set of pearly white teeth. In exchange, I gave him the same. Abg Nice said he rarely dined here and he asked what’s best. You are. No…. I didn’t say that to him but I was LOL inside when he asked me that. I knew he sounded lame but I showed him around.

“You makan tak siput sedut?” Abg Nice asked me.

“Eh…I suka siput sedut” I LOL inside again.

“Bagi medium satu eh..” Abg Nice said

“Eh…tak banyak sangat ke tu... takut nanti tak habis,” I said, LOL inside again.

Abg Nice ate fast. When I was already tired of 'seduting' the siput, I rested. Then Abg Nice insisted on me helping him out to finish it. I then did.

Between ‘chopstick’ ing my noddle and 'seduting' some Siputs, Abg Nice made a sweet remark.
“You nampak handsome tonight in your office wear”. I smiled sheepishly and replied “Thanks”

The conversation went along well. Lots of things were exchanged, viewed, shared, debated and discussed. Sorry, I almost forget to mention that Mr Cakewatt was there too. We only realized his presence when every now and then he made a long face and said, “I balik je la…”

Abang Nice grabbed my arm and gripped it hard whenever he teased me and I was playing along and brushed off his hand every time he was trying to touch me again. What a cheeky gentleman.

It was a cold night. Colder than usual. Abg Nice said he was cold. So was I. The cliche phrase struck me "Hon, Baby is cold." LOL inside, yet again. It was raining earlier and it started to drizzle again after the second round of drinks, we then moved to the covered area. We ordered another round of drink until I got real sleepy. We said good night and good bye. We shook hands and departed.

Abang Nice is such a lovely person. Some people regard him as my ‘Imaginary Bf’. But in actuality nobody knows what my imaginations are …..

Perhaps, it was just an ordinary dinner but if some people can have their ‘heaven sent’ and some with their "Wedding of the Year" why can’t I call it, my ‘Dinner of the Year’. Well, I already did ....Good Nite Abang Nice, Sleep tight!!

The shirt matches the pants, would you give it a try?

I was briefed of his profile before we met him in person. Well, it seemed OK to me but not sure if it’s OK for the intended person. The profile was quite appealing and worth consideration. They both seemed game for it so I thought It's gonna quite interesting.

It turned out that he matched the profile quite well. Ice was broken. I could feel some melted already. It’s a good sign but it’s too early to tell. Don’t get this wrong, he was not meant for me but I was kinda admired him as he was man enough to face the entire crowd but I supposed he got no choice :-) In fact, he was man enough than those ‘tamil rebels wannabe’ on that night. He has the courage to face the insatiable panel of queens – Drama Queens. It takes some degree of patience to be able to withstand all of us ,each with our own act and drama.

Out of all those dramas, it’d be nice too see some ‘special effects’ on both of them…………GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK.

Bring me down, I bring you to my knees

I was verbally attacked over the phone and it was aggressive. It was an obvious personal attack. I could counter attack but I remained poshly composed. I knew that was not the right time for me to do it. I'd rather have some audience.

If I'm the one you are not happy with, do not include the rest. If you think you can bring the whole thing down, start with me first. Come and get me dear!!

Facts are brought to light. With that apology, I’m taking a deep breath, exhaling it with a deep relief.My eyes are closed and my heart is open with a big smile.

It was 'BLOODY' good!

It was a mixed feeling, pain and pleasure. More pleasure than pain. Though, every now and then, the latter was stronger than the former. This time it was in a public place. The last time I had that kind of pleasure was a few years back. That evening, I struck back.

No warm up but the eagerness burnt us like fire. I only shook my hands lightly and kept my eyes open for a perfect spot. We were too eager to start , we ignored whatever and whoever’s lying around. We slipped it out. We stroke it gently and its front part was feathery soft but the tip was quite strong. It’s Wilson’s. I hit it and he hit it back. We pounded and pounded, we both sweated and I suddenly fell. Both of my feet were momentarily uplifted but then I fell and I moaned. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!A sudden sharp pain struck deep inside. It hurt badly. I saw blood. I was nervous. I saw scratches and the bloods kept dripping.

The last time I got that kind of scratches was when I went to Pasar Malam and bought some durians for my dad. I was engrossed by some( I can't remember what), I swung the durian and it scratched my leg. Ever since that incident, I’ve stopped eating durian. But this time I wouldn’t stop. We had only just started. It felt really good. We continued and kept going and quickened our pace. I was sweating blood. I screamed occasionally but the excitement was too great to describe.

The jogging club has now expanded its horizon. We have a variety of sport activities and the Badminton game on that evening was a great fun.

SEDATION OF ZOMBIFICATION

I was prescribed with it once when I was thoroughly Zombie-like. The 'zombification' was strong. It was strong enough that I felt as if I was fighting with something. Something that I couldn’t see and tell what exactly it was. Once, I was running from it and I could not bring myself to drive home, I diverted and drove straight into ‘haven’. I was not in my natural disposition.

Later, I went to see her. I didn’t expect that I would need to be sedated when I was already in that state, lethargic and out of focus but it helped. I slept like a baby. I was sure that the bad spirit was dying down with my drowsiness. It’s been almost a year since it happened. Now I feel like it’s haunting me again. Whether it is psychologically, spiritually or physically, I was disturbed. It bothers me even more when it feels as much a part of reality as life is.

Every time when I get home, out of habit, I’d peek under the bed. I don’t know why I do that and I don’t know what I expect to see. I went to see her again recently for a different reason but she prescribed the same thing. She thought I could use some minor tranquilizers. I know that it won't reach the root but it has certainly helped to calm me down. It is a minor sedation that keeps me from what I could be mistakenly regard it as ‘zombification’. In her perspective, may be I am a delusional patient with anxiety disorder.

EVERYTHING IS PRETTY

Yes, everything about her is pretty. Pretty confused, pretty loud, pretty fussy, pretty messy but I loan her a little credit, she’s occasionally pretty sweet.

The person, who was initially reluctant to celebrate her 30th Birthday, had eventually sent me a pretty long ‘B’ list (the fact that almost everyone who attended the party was someone’s B =‘BABY’)

The venue was not anything new to us, but she hadn’t got a clue that we would pick that place until somebody who was pretty blur sent her an advanced apologetic wish that he wouldn’t be able to make it. But he made everything else known to her. Pretty annoying!It was pretty obvious that she knew where we gonna take her. It's pretty late to hide and it would be pretty lame to come out with stories. No point of hiding.

She came in a pretty long black dress and pretty late but it was her night. I gotta hand down the crown to her. She looked pretty cute with the crown on.Her hair, her dress and the crown seemed to blend in pretty well. I was glad that everything went pretty smooth. Everyone seemed to have a pretty good time. Evidently, they sang their happiness at the top of their lungs in 'Macau'. I was pretty moved when one (or may be more) thought that my singing was pretty good this time.

Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRETTY!!!!! No, I meant that for me. Didn’t you guys say it was my birthday again?

OK ..........I was there pretty much to pretty up the party and seriously it was your night, HAPPY BIRTHDAY my dear, PRETTY!!!

In the name of LOVE.





I think you are addicted to speed, don’t cha think so? I didn’t mean that ‘Speed’. The way you want it just like the way you drive. You like it fast, fast and fast. Falling in love is just like driving.

* It’s not a straight road all the time, every now and again there are twists and turns.
* There will be a lot of bumpy rides, well especially here in Malaysia. But sometimes it’s nice and smooth (You may think driving in Singapore is better but there are also some limitations and restrictions. They also have their 'rules' . Even some of them come here for a better ride)
* Don’t speed up - you might crash into who knows what and the impact can be unbearable. Watch the ‘speed limit’
* But not too slow la…. people you are driving with might get bored and start to ignore you or fall asleep.Others might hoot at you or even worse ‘overtake’ you (I know so well it drives you mad when people overtake you)
* While driving it'd be nice to have some entertainments but it could turn into distractions. e.g friends might call. They say this they say that. Most of the times you would enjoy it but if they nag too much it could be distracting. If it's too much just put down the phone.Or else, there is always 'hands free' or put them on speaker and let them say whatever they wanna say but you gotta concentrate on driving.
* Every now and again, you've got to look at the 'back mirror' but do not look back too long, you might miss what's lying ahead.
* Along the way you might pick up someone and drop them somewhere. Do that if you don’t mind but too much of it can be tiring. So when you are tired, you gotta rest.
* Don’t forget to read the signs. I know you adhere to most of them but you tend to ignore some too. If you need to slow down, you must slow down and if you need to stop make sure you stop. If you hit it, you will never know who you might hurt ahead and worse still, it could be yourself!!


At end of the day you are the one behind the wheel and you should know what sort of ride is best for you. You want to reach the destination safe and happy. It could be several different destinations but you gotta stop somewhere. May be it's not the last stop because life is a journey to many destinations and some even beyond our imagination.

So, drive carefully…………

AF - Awfully Frustrating!

I was rather disappointed to see him winning. It’s even more disappointing when she only came 3rd.The worst disappointment of all - he came back and overthrown her. Utterly disappointing!!!

Lotter – Moderately energetic performance but his voice is annoying at times. What was the image consultant thinking? Broad stripy pants didn’t make him look any taller but more like a clown.

Farhan – We know that she was not that keen on the song originally composed for her. She could have done her job better, if they have done theirs as much. A friend told me that she was expressionless. I think it’s the song that is. Who needs that red fake fur when you have already got the weight of the world on your shoulders. Again, the image consultant should shoulder the blame. Poor girl but she’s still the best.

Faizal – He always put on an artificial pathetic sympathetic face. Another Mawi. Let’s just see how long he is going to last? Nothing else I can say, my speechlessness signifies what people say “If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing” Let's not waste words!

Velvet – Tak Meletop! Poor girl to be dressed in the outfit . She looked like a pregnant lady. But the song specifically composed for her suits her voice well.

Haziq – Sweet but we know too much of sweet stuff, it’s drowsy!!!! But I’d buy his album to listen with my family.

Having said all that, AF is so called an Academy. Just like any other academy, its system plays an important part in producing graduates that are high in quality. Does AF have a great system?

Chicken Run

I decided to run barefooted. I removed my shoes. They said the lighter you get the faster you can run. On you mark, Get set, GO!!!!!I was the final runner for the team, in the baton relay and the spectators went wild, especially the supporters of Rumah Harimau. I spread my legs as wide as I could. There were times I felt like I was running in the air. I wished I could fly. I wished I could fly over the other 2 runners who were ahead of me reaching the finishing line. Every time I go for a run, I’d recall those moments. The moments of glory at the Secondary School’s Sports Day.

Last Wednesday, I went for a run again after quite a while. He agreed to come with me. I suppose our motivations were almost the same, only his is a bit stronger (I hope so). We got there a little past 6.30. It was still drizzling when we started to get on track. It was a good start, only after a few yards there was already ‘Abang Mat Salleh’ running from the other direction saying Hi to us. The adrenaline was frantically pumping.

We thought running on the track was not challenging enough, we attempted the difficult hilly track but it end up like a jungle trekking. Let’s just say that we were being extra cautious of the slippery track, worried that one of us would roll down like a ‘ Nangka busuk’ . Actually, I was more worried of the sight of him falling than I was worried of myself. Out of breath, we decided to enjoy the breathtaking view. We stopped for a ‘Mineral Water’ break and a toilet break. The toilet was so clean and quiet and I wondered if all the ‘naughty’ activities like those in Hyde Park happened here too.

We got on track again. This time we spotted an athletic figure running ahead of us. We tried to chase him but as we got a closer view of him, we were happy to let him outrun us. It was getting quite dark. We decided not to over exert our well pampered bodies mightily and before all the trees started to fight with us for oxygen we jogged back to our cars. I was glad that a plan that sparked from a casual chat really happened. Even it’s a small activity, I’m proud we made it. I’m happy that I’ve started to run again and I’m not running from what I’ve planned…………

Thanks to my jogging partner. The least I can say is - we are not some sort of chickens trapped behind the barbed wires fearing for our lives. We are chicks with a mission…………………..

He got my BANANA

He wanted it to be ready soon. Flashback - when we’re wrapping up the meeting he said to the others that I would be able to get it ready by Thursday or Friday. My eyes were popping out. Lots of thing would need to be probed and dug out but I said I’ll try.

It’s Thursday and he rang me asking the status of the work. I told him I really have my hands full with other important tasks but I hadn’t forgotten about it. He was persistent and I was semi -reluctant. But I thought may be it was a deadline for him. Possibility, he would be dead and so would I eventually. OK, I pushed all the other things aside. I warned the team that I’d be working hard for the next few hours. They knew the message was –‘He’s under pressure. Leave him alone’

Later came the boy while my brain was still entangled looking at all the data. Flashback - When I chose the boy to be in the team I knew he would be able to bring in some fun and laughter in the group. Above all, I knew he’s capable. He’s been a sweet boy.

As usual, I could hear his distinctive voice when he arrived for his shift. After saying hi to all the others he started to get into his usual routine - cracking up jokes (no doubt he’s funny and can be cynical too – he was the one who bravely said that I was kinda bribing the team when I came back from a long long lunch one day with cookies for them).

It grew louder. I told myself to leave him alone. He’s cheering up everyone but I was exhausted. He went around to the other cubicle and started to draw a small but oblivious crowd. Even louder this time. He’s getting on my nerves.

Naturally I stood up and called out his name. Everyone was looking. I signaled to him like ‘what’s going on’ and said “Free, are we!” All silent. He slowly walked back to his place with a sullen face. Peace again.

Finally I got my work done. I looked at him. He looked down. I felt bad. He’s a nice chap but sometimes he is too much. I was packing up to leave. I saw the banana on my table I bought during lunch. But there was only one left to be shared with a few boys. I was going off and walked past him. I patted him on the back and he turned around with a smile and I gave out my banana to him………………

There are times when we are not supposed to make the MOST of what we have

When they were calling out the names of the Top 20 one at a time, the camera caught a glimpse of Miss Indonesia, whom I thought was strikingly gorgeous. Unfortunately, she didn’t make it. However, I was glad to see some other Asian beauties made it to the Top 20s, Miss Thailand, Miss India and Miss Japan. Miss Thailand seemed to have a great personality but she didn’t survive to next round.Neither did Miss India.What's extraordinary about her was her smile and nothing else.

Miss Japan made it to be in the Top 5. She is undeniably sexy. She revolutionized the typical image of a Japanese girl. The National Costume that she wore, Japanese Missionary armour with the Samurai sword symbolised her readiness to take up any challenging missions.Her pose with the sword has also shined up to the night, like a great sex symbol. She has a great figure compared to all the others in the Top 5 who are mostly lanky and bony. But she would have appeared more glamorous in the evening gown if it was a little bit more grandiose.

She is a linguist too. Apart from a sharp mother tongue, she also speaks Spanish and French. But what a HUGE BUMMER when the translator was already standing attentively, ready to translate Japanese to English while the host was reading out the question in English but she had then proudly answered it in French. Everyone including the translator seemed 'lost without translation'. I wonder how many of the judges or audience had actually understood her. Yet, the crowd was still roaring with thunderous clap....

She is now Miss Universe 2006, 1st runner up and she's still my favourite.

'little'VIEW

‘PLEASE BE PUNCTUAL'. It’s written in CAPS LOCK and in BOLD. The moment I saw that phrase, I was challenged. Right away, I told myself that I’d do it better this time. I must be prepared. I started having some mental notes on ‘Things to do’.


1. Be prepared – I tend not to take things for granted this time… semi-checked

2. Look smart – I pressed the Shirt a night before. Matched it with a tie borrowed from a friend (I chose for him when he bought it). Those that I have a bit boring……checked

3. Get to know who they are and what they have for u……..I read thru the jobs specs sent to me. Went to the net to get better ideas of the company …………checked

4. Money matters .Started to think on How much I should I ask for. Was a bit contemplating ………….semi-checked

5. Spread the words. Called one of my ex-colleagues who is currently working there. He knew the HR manager. He will drop one or 2 sweet words for me………checked

6. Proof –They requested for some photocopies of certs, ic , photos etc. Was a bit pissed off. Why would I need to prepare those docs for them when it’s not even certain that they gonna like me. Should I let them have those docs. Since I told myself that I was gonna do it better this time. No choice, I’ve got to get those ready…….in the end after running here and there - checked.

It’s the day. I was already late and yet I was still struggling with the printer. I should have printed it out yesterday. The rest managed to print from their PCs but I couldn’t. I could have emailed them a copy and asked them to print it out for me but then they would know what I was up to. It’s finally working again!!! I was thrilled. 5 pages of somewhat exaggerated history were printed. I rushed home and changed. I quickly rang her. I told her that I would possiblly be late due to Friday prayers (Forgive me GOD, but you know I’m always grateful to you).

5 minutes passed the scheduled time when I was walking in with my umbrella. I got a bit lost. Greeted by a pregnant receptionist who gave me a cynical smile. I was asked to fill out a form. No more hesitation on the figure. I’ve decided that if I were to make some changes, I might as well make it ‘Impactful’. I asked for what I think I’m worth for now.

15 mins passed and I was told that the HR Manger was dragged into an urgent discussion. I went out from the waiting room.

“Is there anyone coming?”

The receptionist made another call. Finally, the HR secretary came. I was already hiding my 'fury’ .She gathered all the documents and then went out to call the hiring manager.

Another 15 mins passed. It struck me 'Please be punctual'. I stormed out again.

“I didn’t mean to be rude but this is taking way too long”

She ran in. Finally, he turned up and apologized. I was already not in a mood. I made things short and quick. He knew I already lost interest. It lasted 20 minutes. Too much effort but too little ‘View’………………..