tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66969162024-03-20T21:21:22.202+08:00RAMBLINGINGUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger537125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-17605203680979364112021-09-17T21:47:00.007+08:002021-09-17T22:17:42.767+08:00Blood Boils I am writing because I am starting to feel an itch to travel. I'm starting to envy people who get to go overseas for whatever reason. Kudos to them. Probably it's a sort of wanderlust or some form of cabin fever, or it might be just bitterness.But I know many feel down for whatever reason. No one predicted we could be like this. No one could have imagined that we will live in a world with&Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-73205844127441909902020-04-10T02:05:00.000+08:002020-04-10T02:11:17.884+08:00Part 2It's 1.43am. I need to be at work in about seven hours. I jus turned 40 and not a Superman, so it will be likely I will oversleep. A bit. Darn, I still worry about doing a good job.
Covid-19. Coronavirus. As that rapper lady said, "Shit's about to get real."
Oh, yeah. Did I mention the streets are empty by 8 or 9pm nightly now? Billions of humans worldwide are under a type of lockdown Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-63493472245958643852020-04-10T01:35:00.000+08:002020-04-10T01:35:16.781+08:00Part 1Wretched partial lockdown. Oh, sorry, it's a deadly virus. It has killed tens of thousands of people. It is serious. The world. My country. The city I live in. My hometown located four hours away from the city I live in. My elderly parents back in this hometown of mine.
My frantic "mission" before all this madness when I actually taught my 78-year-old mother how to use the Grab Food and Food Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-54462201689756626782019-03-18T18:53:00.005+08:002019-03-18T18:54:45.793+08:00Erra Fazira Well, it's been a few months since I last wrote in this blog. A lot of things happened at work since then. There were some changes in my superiors and the line of reporting to my higher-ups.
Had an assignment back in the home town which I loved. Had another big assignment on the instructions of my new big boss, after that.
Then, I had another outside assignment which required me to go out every Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-23480886777193736022018-12-12T00:03:00.002+08:002018-12-13T21:33:07.128+08:00City SlickerMaybe it's a weird thing that I have not put down 'roots' in this city I work in now. Not that I don't have a home. I am living very nicely with a sibling and family members.
This current living arrangement is about me living with family members during my work days. During my off days and leave, I will usually be away in my hometown.
Since I was transfered again to this city almost a yearUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-52568408461869110682018-12-05T18:47:00.005+08:002021-09-17T22:35:20.059+08:00Sleep now in the fireRage Against The Machine.Never really paid attention to them. If I had a dime for every word that comes out of my mouth, I'd just have a whole lotta dimes.But those words rarely mean anything. Or do they? Do my words hurt you? That's the thing. I can never feel, or see or consume the words I blurt from my mouth. To me, their just fleeting things I dispense carelessly.But to you, they Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-75758605614389979702018-11-21T19:59:00.001+08:002018-11-21T19:59:50.801+08:00Lonely boy laments, ends up feeling better
I think I am only as lonely as I want to be. I cannot describe how I feel- if you see me in person. But maybe I can write what I feel.
I used to do it a lot when I was a teenager in boarding school, and those lonely and weird months while waiting for my SPM exam results. And I continued doing it in adulthood. I wrote my feelings in university. Heck, I took an acting for beginner's class in Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-44028499744201173532017-07-20T03:24:00.000+08:002017-07-20T03:24:16.451+08:00Watching Baby Driver reminded me that reviews on Rolling Stone mean squat when you don't see the actual movie. Yes, I was so attracted by how the magazine wrote about the movie. But watching it made me realise the biggest reason it got a raved review was because it is a total Rock 'n Roll kinda movie. And Rolling Stone is the definitive Rock 'n Roll kinda magazine. Freakin' slant. They are Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-45134774588857042182017-07-20T03:07:00.003+08:002017-07-20T03:07:30.492+08:00So this is what happened. I smashed my laptop against a coffee table. It has a glass top. So that cracked with a nice bullet sort of shape with a cobweb kind of shape. What's not nice was my mum was in the next room and rushed over to see what was wrong. What was wrong with me?
I can't explain. I couldn't explain to her. But i'll try to tell you.
My laptop all nice and sturdy and used for the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-66683168478757633312017-01-28T15:18:00.001+08:002017-01-28T15:18:06.459+08:00Kena jadi lagi bagusUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-2822836075300492092016-03-08T21:44:00.001+08:002016-03-08T21:44:22.518+08:00Am I a good person? Depends on who you talk to. Many people will tell me that I'm sweet and lovable. Some say I am a good person and I deserve good things. There are a couple of people who think I am just bogus, devoid of emotions and incompetent at work. But, yeah, I can't be perfect.
The fact it, I don't have much of "me" nowadays. I kinda lost my way. I haven't worked out in a long time. I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-25818506256463231642016-03-05T14:28:00.001+08:002016-03-05T14:28:16.686+08:00
At least two friends of my Facebook referenced Salt N Pepa this week. Ok, one of them referenced Deadpool after her anger in being a victim to snatch theft, but hey, that's reference enough! Salt N Pepa's Shoop was featured in the movie.
The other friend quoted Whatta Man when praising her husband's lovely efforts in helping her out with taking care of their baby.
So, which brings me to Salt Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-8519987588927212922016-01-30T00:25:00.003+08:002016-01-30T00:25:52.876+08:00Whatever I am feeling, it can be overcome.
I am what I do. I am my actions.
Yes. I do feel lost in this strange city. Away from home. But, I can always find my way back.
I want you to know that.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-8907577190082148322015-09-23T18:12:00.000+08:002015-09-23T18:12:13.003+08:00 Losing your way? You can find your way back. As long as you are alive, you can find your way back.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-30089465887619408252015-07-25T22:56:00.002+08:002015-07-27T13:50:38.823+08:00When the brain is not working. Then it's time to ramble on Ramblinging. Much like athletes warm up before they train or play sports, then a writer must warm up with writing rubbish. Reading is the food that acts as the fuel to the brain, but free writing is the warm up.
Ok. What a wonderful world. It pains me to see that life is so damn beautiful, hectic, mad, maddening, insane, exciting, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-28704871091107555832015-07-01T01:58:00.000+08:002015-07-01T01:58:44.753+08:00Hello, I am Ramblinging.
The amount of work I output is not equal to the effort that I put into the work. And that's weird.
and it's tiring.
so why seksa diri for only a certain amount of work that other people can see. This is 2015. In the working world, your bosses/client/stakeholder want to see results fast. They want to see that you're doing work.
ah, possibly I don't show off that I'm Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-8512423309149819932015-06-24T13:46:00.001+08:002015-06-24T13:46:47.534+08:00Pesanan dari boss aku:
Bring back the fun in the work.
Bring back the element of fun in the work.
-Re-tell the story of your state.
- Exclusives, should have twice a week
- Your KPI will be to bring up the sales and ciculation figures in the state.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-13677880689583557392014-12-15T01:18:00.000+08:002014-12-15T01:18:21.224+08:00When I was 22, I worked at McDonald's. It was the outlet in Chinatown, or more popularly known as the Petaling Street outlet in KL. It was a cramped 3 storey McD, which no longer exists now. One would have to go through the dizzying number of pirated DVD stalls at the mouth of Petaling Street just to get to the outlet's entrance.
The reason I'm recalling this stint is because I was reminiscing Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-43579988118360095812014-06-27T02:18:00.001+08:002014-06-27T02:18:25.670+08:00
I love doing a review of my favourite songs of the year. I've been doing it for the past 10 years, and I notice I'm doing much briefer reviews of the songs now. That's what happens when I put them up as FB updates or tweets, rather than blog entries as with previously.
I dunno I just love the way maagzines like Rolling Stone, Spin or even Entertainment Weekly write song reviews, so I do it Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-4187088235747571672014-04-24T13:58:00.002+08:002014-04-26T03:07:29.305+08:00The Wolf of Wall Street- A reviewNah. I wasn't impressed with the gratituous scenes of coke fueled sex orgies. Neither was I surprised about Leonardo DiCaprio's ferociousness on screen, while playing a New York stock broker who is equally ferocious in his appetite for making money.
I was most impressed by DiCaprio's and the rest of the cast's spot on portrayal of drug abuse.
Watch Leo's character Jordan Belfort as he sits Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-83679181790720025992014-02-25T04:56:00.001+08:002014-02-25T04:56:40.606+08:00Happy 10th Year Anniversary, Ramblinging
It has not been easy. In fact, there was a time I was considering shutting down this blog. I paid a price for full disclosure. I did. I had to pay for it dearly, as my friendship suffered. And I had also risked my job and identity. I've learned to be more discreet and to guard my privacy and my integrity. It's been a long journey. I used to be more transparent about my online persona, but Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-53486405475794533572013-12-19T23:06:00.002+08:002013-12-19T23:06:28.499+08:00So many emotions have been going through me lately. So much confusion. One particular sinful incident was wrecking my heart and mind for days. And this incident could just end my relationship forever. The only saving grace, if it could be regarded that way is that it was with a prostitute. It was a one off thing. And this happened a couple of weeks ago. I still met my beloved and we did Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-37289433772636835152013-11-29T01:02:00.001+08:002013-11-29T01:02:40.230+08:00Aku menyedari telah jatuh cinta Tapi aku tak bisa mengungkapkanUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-66175406465456903642013-10-21T02:30:00.001+08:002013-10-21T02:30:08.535+08:00It was such a frustrating, tiring few days. But today, thank God, it was wonderfully okay. I ate well, worked , and came home early (11.30pm is considered early in my schedule) and I had a meal at home.
I'm not mad at anyone about all this workload. I am just pissed that I feel as if " it's all on me". It's not. In fact, the other people in your office are swamped with work as well.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696916.post-30954810585445222922013-07-27T21:09:00.001+08:002013-07-27T21:09:02.389+08:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0