Tired but edgy

I almost got into an accident just now. I almost knocked another car at the PJ State roundabout, or rather he almost knock me. I was careless and I was tired. I thought the car was turning right but he was turning left. My vision blurred but I think he changed his signals the last minute. But I admit that I was careless as he was on the outer lane when my foot pressed the gas pedal. I should have been more careful and waited until I was sure of his direction before I started forward. If he didn't avoid me, he would've hit my side. I think both are in the wrong. But more so me than him as he had the right of way. He flipped me.

The past one week of KLIMS has drained me. I'm tired and I'm cranky. I feel as though I can never feel well-rested again. I worked throughout KLIMS, from 9am to 10.30pm every day, from the beginning to the end. I was the only PR person there for the most parts and it was tiring being the coordinator for the media, the public and some of my team. Packing the brochures into the folder and the paperbags were crazy and we had to mobilised half of the company to help us push out as many brochures as we could. We had 100,000 paperbags to pack. We fell short of 30,000. But 70% is quite good already. A pile of paperbags that took 30 minutes to pack went within 3. It was a packing frenzy.

I was one of the packers as well as a liaison between the KLIMS PR company and Client. Not just for the media but for the Royalties and the dignitaries too. Protocol sucks.

I will be posting up pictures later. But for now, I think I'm still in shock.

From a car exhibition I emerged drained and reckless, a dangerous driver on the road. I don't think I'll be driving tomorrow.

Crazy people, tarot reading and gwailo-predator

It's been a crazy week catering to a demanding client, I did so many revisions to the 3 scripts that in the end I realised that it wasn't worth it. Why? Coz today I went to the Brand Ambassadors' speech training. They had to change my script to suit their "twisted" tongue, into easier-to-say sentences (for them). Sheesh. And the client insisted on revisions of minor words and all.

On the bring side, I had fun yesterday at my gym. It was Open Day for the members and their guests and there were free massages, foot reflexology, hand massage, contests and Tarot Reading. I was advised to be "patient and that my hard work will eventually pay off, in the near future", so says Madam Gonzales. ^_^ Might as well do it since it's free and I had nothing to do. Anyway, the first thing I asked was about my career. And she "read" that I was frustrated in my my work, that I was putting a lot of effort into my work but the environment isn't condusive for me. Not bad, almost nailed the nail on the head.

The funny part was when she tried to read the signs for love in my future. She couldn't. There wasn't a single strong card in my entire chosen spread. She said that she cannot see anything stable or solid in terms of love for me... boohoo. Oh well. She also said that I'm not putting enough effort into this area of my life and that's why the cards indicated that my love reading wasn't stable. Haha... that was good and true. I know, I know... I'll get there when I get there la...

Italian predeator alert! Remember that Italian guy who hit on me at Midvalley a couple of months back? Well, I saw him again and this time with a Malay girl. I wouldn't have notice him in the first place if I hadn't caught him looking at me. He quickly looked away when I looked back. He looked guilty. =P Haha... that's what these foreign men do, prey on girls in shopping malls, hoping for a quick roll in the padi fields. Was I right or was I right? *hee hee* Thank god for our survival instincts.

Climbing the walls

Lord, I feel like just dropping everything and flying off somewhere with sun, sea and sand. It's been ages since I last dived and now I feel like I'm climbing the walls of my "cubicle".

I'm at work and it's a Public Holiday. *mirthless laugh* No, I'm not doing this for the overtime pay, coz there is no such thing as overtime payment in this industry. Curse them! We need Unions here but I doubt that will ever happen seeing that we are in such a repressed nation where money is king.

A supposedly enlightened nation, one where we are treated like 2nd class citizens. No, I can't go to China coz I'm not from China. I'm Malaysian and I will create my own line of descendants whom I hope will be known as Malaysians, and NOT Chinese Malaysian. I am not a Muslim but I have more rights to be here than some of them. You want to talk about Bumiputeras? I'm the 7th generation of my clan and yet I'm no closer to being the princes(ses) of the land than the Cat or the Rabbit. I'm gripping. It a big issue but we aren't allowed to talk about it. All in the name of National Security. Pfftt. I don't think Malaysians demanding their rights constitutes a violation of National Security. National Security should be about keeping riff-raffs off our soil like our neighbours whom have proven to be rude and horrible house guests.

This starkly unfair segregation between Bumis and non-Bumis should not exist anymore. They may have needed the help last time, but they don't now. Treat them like children and they'll act like children, constantly needing a pastoral figure. But then maybe that's what they want and need in order to control the nation; self-righteous figureheads insecure on their lined and cushioned butt that their position and riches might be snatch away from them were they to let loose a little the reins of power.

Fie, I say! A nation like ours, muzzled and denied their rights, is only a melting pot threatening to erupt with violence. It's physics. It's the way of the world.

I digress but anger is better than depression. The work flowing in hasn't stopped and it's true what they always tell you: Work will always be there, Time won't be. And I'm not growing any younger.

I beeped myself into a dark, stuffy office. No one else was in except me. The feelings that assailed me when I step over the threshold were dark, angry and resentful. As I sit here, blogging, I wonder what the hell went wrong with my goals, my dreams, my hope of working in nature? Here I am, stuck behind a desk in a 9am - 10pm job. I checked my time sheet and I see myself pulling an average of 65 hours per week. If I'm working so hard, why aren't I any closer to my dreams?

I need to find a way to get out of this monotonous cycle. But then at the back of my mind, I tell myself that I'm actually good at what I'm doing. So why throw all that away? *sigh* I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.

Missing Midnite lily already

Well, Zona's finally flying off to Jakarta after much deliberation by her company. Well, 'deliberation' is really a nice word... I should use words along the line of indecision, hiccups and delays and such la. Anyway, she'll be gone for a few months if not six... not too sure. *sigh* Am feeling a mite sad that I won't be able to see her for a couple of months, but I'm happy that she's doing something different in a foreign country... adds more points to her credentials. She's one that will be up there one day la.

I know we haven't been exactly hanging out as often as we would like to, and that you'll probably be gone just for a short while, will still miss you loads...

This is just a wish-you-well-all-the-best-gonna-so-miss-you post. Zon, here a great BIG

((((((((((HUG))))))))))

See you soon when you get back! ^_^

Singing their way into our hearts, the a-capella way

A bunch of colleagues and I managed to catch The Breakers @ The Actors Studio last night, courtesy of Nokia. It was an invite-only event and it was a full-house. Nokia even had cocktails before the show but we didn't make the alchy session as we couldn't get into the parking bay as it was FULL, at 8pm! Needless to say, the show was worth the long wait.

The first sentenced describing the group in Kakiseni.com started like this, "Described as having sounds that are "hotter than a tandoori oven" and "cooler than a mid-January blizzard", this five member a-cappella group is made up of Malaysian-born Adam Farouk, Andy Goldin, Chris Wilderman, Gregory Pratt and Steve Engelbrecht. "

Pfftt..! What? A tandoori oven and a blizzard? Sadly, this description was dismally inappropriate as I wasn't blown away as predicted by the above-description of The Breakers last night. Not to say that they were bad in any way, but I think that their performance last night can best be described as a fantastically enjoyable show, and not of a force-of-nature proportions la...

Don't get me wrong, each members of The Breakers are incredibly talented, especially Andy Goldin.
Wow, this guy is very versatile. At first glance, you'd think that he's the shy one, the runt of the group... haha... but such a false first impression! As the music gets pumping and the tunes have woven itself into our memory circuits, you'll see Andy getting hyper and excited as apparent in his little jump-stretches, gyrating hips mimicking cruising in / on wheels... he's like a demi-god of music out there when he performs. *grin*

Then we have our very-own Malaysian talent, Adam Farouk, who spits out percussion tirelessly like that of a .50 caliber M2 machine gun, while doing quick steps around the stage.
He's another demi-god of music... when he sang his solo, I think I must have fallen in love with his vocal subroutine right there and then. Only another Seven of Nine can have such a heavenly voice. (Inside Trekkie joke la...) This Penang boy now currently operates out of Boston. He has flown far and wide, our boy.

Another of the group member whom I though were fantastic is Chris Wilderman for his bass percussions. Without this, the a-cappella group would be boring. I have no idea how he did the bowwow-bluesy bass, but it was damn cool.
Wilderman sings as well, but not as good as the rest. Maybe it wasn't the right song for him, who knows... Now, this guy is the quiet one in the group and cute to boot. *hee hee* Yes, we all know Sharon's always attracted to the quiet ones. Yeap, could be an act I guess... but *shrug*

Steve Engelbrecht, I presumed, is the leader and PR person of the group. He's good at talking and engaging the audience. Not a bad singer as well. Kidding, he's a great singer, especially when he's harmonising with the rest. Being a frog singer, I find it truly amazing when others have the ability to sing in harmony and in higher or lower octaves. It'a truly a God-given talent, these luck people.

Last but not least, we have the cute bald guy, Greg Pratt. Expressive singer this man. He did well in the first set but later on, he blended to the back as back-up. But his mischievous grin emerged from time to time when he's singing and one can't help but be enthralled by that twinkle. He must be the cheery one in the group.

Though this is not a musical 'demotation', I hate the fact that they were wearing jeans and sweater with shiny black dress shoes! My gaze was drawn again, and again to those reflective leather... played havoc with my attention I tell ya.

Go watch and be enthralled by The Breakers. They are singing over at Zeta Bar tonight. It's a musical experience worth checking out.