Whisper of the heart

Without yourself, you are alone...

Monday, May 23, 2005

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Had some short adventures after work. I really had a relaxing time. Sufficient to say I'm at peace when I'm with him. My thoughts were a mangled mess before. I miss you.Just longing for the time to be together again..
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Been working over the weekend. I hate doing OT and i hate it even more when the boss force us to do it. I don't want to sacrifice my weekends doing work. I hate my workplace. Period.
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Vrooommm...

I think I forgot to jot down a real superb experience, which happened two weeks ago. I drove an AUDI. Ok la, ok la, test-drove an AUDI A4 1.8 L car. Fuiyo!

How it happened? Well, my dad and I went over to Auto City in Jawi to check out the latest Kembara. I had an eye on that car, well now no more. Why? Well, the new batch, Kembara Elegance has such a sleek and as the name, elegant design but it runs on a 1.3 engine which is too small for the size of the car, it runs on 4 wheels all the time, meaning you can’t switch between 2 wheels and 4 wheels, slow and it drinks up to 15 cents worth of petrol per km. Considering the price of petrol nowadays, that’s a huge sum. So we were walking around, then my dad spotted the latest Volkswagen on display. The gallery was closed so we were just peering at it from outside and along came this salesman.

(The following is the conversation between dad and the man)

“Yes sir, how can I help you? Looking for a Volkswagen?”
“What’s the price of this car?”
“Oh, cheap only. Come inside I show you”
“No, I just want to know the price”
“Aiya, never mind. Come in”
“But the place is closed”
“Never mind, my gallery (for Audi) is open. I sometimes help the Volkswagen salesman too.”

So we went in and sat.. and he was explaining to us about all the Volkswagens in the market and the features. The Volkswagen which dad was pointing to, runs on a 1.4 L engine, which is too small for the car. By the way, this one looks like Honda Jazz.

“So, what’s the price like?”
“Cheap only”
“How much”
“RM140, 000”

I almost burst out laughing. My dad thought it costs about 70,000. I looked at my dad and there was a slight smile on his face. Then the man started promoting Audi. Showing us all the pictures of all types of Audis. Their cars are so futuristic; some of it will only come to Malaysian roads after 10 years. There was a car, which is called Shark and looks like one too, and it runs on balls. Not wheels, but balls. Hold it! Don’t get those dirty thoughts into your head. Shame on you. I didn’t mean the ‘ball’ but sphere shaped balls. Ahem! It costs 5 million and can never run on Malaysian roads. There was another type too, coming soon to Malaysia, only one unit in Malaysia, costs 3.5 million and ordered by a Mentri here…sigh!

Then I got bored with the conversation so walked around looking at the cars on display. Along came another salesman.

“Hey girl, don’t just look at the car. Open the door and sit inside”

And he opened the car, which costs 240,000 thousand and showed me the booth and told me,

“Your hands will never reach the end of the booth”

True enough. The booth is hugeeeeeeee! Then I sat inside. Fuiyo! This is the car I test drove. So I’ll describe the car later.

While the man was explaining the features of the Audi A4 to dad, I spotted another sporty looking two door Audi so I went inside, closed the door and held the steering, drinking in the comfort. I thought the steering would probably hit my knees and the car would be too small for my size but truly, the car might look a little bigger than a kancil but it was extremely comfortable and luxurious. Of course, it costs almost 300,000. Just when I was beginning to enjoy the interior the car,

“Oi, where are you going? “

The salesman who was talking to my dad spotted me and opened the passenger door and started showing me this and that about the car.

He started talking and talking for almost 1 hour about almost all the Audis in the world and even served us Chinese tea. My dad later told me he was surprised about the reception from the salesman, as usually they won’t usually bother entertaining Indians when it comes to car sales. (Earlier we checked out Hyundai’s and the salesman didn’t even lift his head to look at us).

Then, he ‘forced’ us to test-drive the Audi A4 1.8 L. My dad was happily accelerating on the road with the salesman at the back seat. Then, the salesman asked me to drive the car and I said, no. I was too scared just in case I ram it somewhere.

“Come on. How many times can you actually tell someone you have driven an Audi? Dun worry wan. Nothing can happen. Got airbags somemore” =P

So I drove it. I can tell you…after driving that car; you wouldn’t want to drive any other less superior cars. The control panels’ lit up the whole car, making it look like a control panel for a space ship, with touch screen, TV etc. Leather seating. Adjustable air conds, meaning u can make it blow hot air for ur side and cold air for the passenger side. The driving experience was the best. A single acceleration, the car doesn’t buffer to gain speed. It just simply accelerates without you feeling it. I drove it at 140km/per hr at the stretch of roads outside Auto City.

Then I forgot the road to get back to the gallery.

“Aiya Suba, like this means, next time I date you means how you going to come and fetch me?”

“Ha ha, I date you means you must come and fetch me la”

“Oh, like that wan ah..Ok la..morning date, I fetch you. Evening date, you fetch me”

=P

Then we reached the gallery and stood outside talking for a while. He told us an Indian man working in a company as a Director recently bought the car for his wife from them. Then the other sales man whipped out his PDA and showed me his kids photo and asked me, “cute ah cute ah?”

=)

Then,

“You still single ah, Suba?”
Sigh, what a question to ask in front of dad.

“Yes,still single” (He he!)
“Then no need to buy Audi. Find a hubby who can buy an Audi for you”
“Then must marry old man la”
“Ha ha..Where you working?”
“Penang”
“When you started working? Fresh grad ah?”
“Yup. 5 months ago.”
“Then work first. Then get an Audi,ok?”
“Ok,sure sure. I have fallen in love with the car”



“Ok,come sir, we have a drink in Coffee Bean”
“No,never mind, we need to go back now”
“Ok then, here’s our cards.”
“Thanks a lot for all the explanations and the free ride”
“No problem. C u”

Kembara? No way! =P
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Monday, May 16, 2005

Miss Mousey <3O~

Monday...

I was at the toilet today, at the sink precisely,washing my hands and along came one of the higher ranked systems officer. I always refer to her as Ms Mousey (in my head,of course) as she looks like a mouse. She looked at me, and then at the mirror. Then she entered one of the cubicles and... it rained hailstones. To be precise, the sounds coming out from the cubicle, was like multiple tornados being released at the same time.

The moment i heard Ms Mousey releasing her tornados,i started giggling softly,pressing a hand on my mouth. Then, i looked at myself in the mirror, grinned and walked the hell out.

Now,everytime i see Ms Mousey, i see and hear tornados and a sly smile appears on my face..

What a wonderful way to start my week.

Epppss!

p/s: People, next time u need to release your tornados or bullets or whatsoever, please oh please turn on the tap as much as you can. At least the sound of the water gushing out muffles out the sound of Mini World War and saves you a whole lot of embarassment..
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My wisdom tooth

Im suffering from severe overflow of wisdom.

Yep. My window tooth seemed to have finally found it's way out. Pretty late huh?

It hurts like crazy. The gums surrounding it have swelled to twice it's normal size. The lymph nodes surrounding it are also swollen. I think i got an infection too as my throat and gums hurt when i swallow.

There were a few times when food particles got dislodged near it, so i probbed it with a toothpick and accidently poked the swollen gums twice that it started bleeding badly.

Awwww..it hurts..awwww..it hurts so much...

If this is what it takes to be wise, i would rather be an idiot!

*Grins*

Eeeaaawwwwwwooouch!
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My friends

Finally after so many years, I met one of my old schoolmate. Not just any schoolmate. She was my close friend too. There's also another girl and three of us always stick together.

So we met in KFC, i had to 'belanja' since she just graduated and now looking for a job. Then we did some catching up on old news. Mostly we talked about the third girl and i'll get to that in a while. Before that, let me give you guys a sneak preview of my secondary school life.

The three of us are very close. We usually do things together. The first girl, the one i met in KFC is a bit on the plump side so everytime she walks, the guys in my school tease her by saying,"careful, the earth is shaking'. She also gets angry very fast, loves to shout, and a bit on the stubborn side but nice at heart. She's also active and comes from a moderate kampung family. The second girl is a big chatterbox. She can talk and talk and talk and you will never get bored. Sometimes when i have any stories to tell, i used to tell her first and then get her to tell it back to us coz she makes it much more interesting to hear. Ha Ha, Really! This girl comes from an estate with parents who used to be rubber tappers.

Let's get to the third girl. That's me! Well, i was the quietest among the lot. I used to be studious(now no more =) ) so my head is usually burried in a book. I had very low self esteem and have never spoken to any of my indian guy classmates or schoolmates. I wore thick glasses with maroon frame which covered half of my face, luckily i didnt wear that to University. I changed the frame to a smaller one due to peer pressure in Form 5, hihi! My hair was short, which i always marinate with some indian oil. Basically i looked like a nerd and while most of the girls in my class were either getting boyfriends or love letters, i used to lament about my looks. I later found of from one of my ex-guy schoolmate whom i finally spoke to through the internet chat rooms when i was in University, that they didn't talk to me coz they respected me and he even wanted to be like me..Whoa!

So these two friends of mine got their respective boyfriends in secondary school. Those two guys were not from my school. One was a mechanic while another was from another school. The first girl's relationship was fine. She did her Form 6 and went off to University while the guy dropped out. Now he's working and doing part time diploma. The parents on both sides are fine with the relationship.

The second girl is the one who suffered the most. Among us, she was the one who was totally against marriage and we used to tease her that when we were busy working, she would probably be pregnant with her 6th kid. Well, it went on that she was the first to get a boyfriend. The guy is not educated and an orphan but he was a good person. I met him once back in KL. So while in Form 6, her parents found out, they were against the relationship and almost killed her.

They broke up for the time being. Before that, she and him went to see a fortune teller and the teller said for sure, that they will not be together as man and wife. Then she got an offer to do her degree. She went off. The guy secured a job in KL and they were dating again.He was the one who motivated her to study all the time,giving advises and making sure she eats well etc. He also won't take her out anywhere unless she completes her studies for the day. When she was back home for holidays, the parents miraculously found out abt the relationship again, 'jampi' her food for her to forget the boy. Luckily, her sister found out and warned her not to eat the food served by the parents.

Reasons against the relationship:- He's an orphan therefore he's not from a good caste. He's not educated.

Now,she's off to do her teaching course. The parents are looking for a suitable man for her. First girl predicted that the second girl wont marry the guy of her choice. The parents would probably 'jampi' her food again and make her forget the guy eventually.

We suggested that she runs off and gets married first. I hope she will marry the man of her choice.

Technology advances. Indians stay the same..

Duh!
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Sunday, May 15, 2005

Trow

So many things happened during the weekend. There's so much that i want to write but im extremeeeeeeely sleepy..will update soon..

It's the begining of another week tomorrow. Have fun. Don't let Monday blues bite ya ;-)
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Gaze into the past Posted by Hello
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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Something to chuckle

HEAVEN'S GATE


Harry did like he always does, kissing his
wife, crawling into bed and falling to
sleep. All of a sudden, he wakes up with
an elderly man dressed in a cowl standing
in front of his bed. "What the hell are you
doing in my bedroom? ......and who are
you?" he asked.

"This is not your bedroom," the man
replied, "I am St. Peter, and you are in
heaven."

"WHAT...!?? Are you saying I'm dead? I
don't want to die..... I'm too young." said
Harry. "If I'm dead, I want you to send me
back immediately."

"It's not that easy", said St. Peter, "you
can only return as a dog or a hen. You
can choose on your own..."

Harry thought about it for a while, and
figured out that being a dog is too tiring,
but a hen probably has a nice and
relaxed life. Running around with a
rooster can't be that bad. "I want to return
as a hen." Harry replied.

And in the next second, he found himself
in a chicken run, really nicely feathered.
But man, now "he" felt like the rear end
was gonna blow........ then along came
the rooster. "Hey, you must be the new
hen on the farm." he said. "How does it
feel?"

"Well, it's OK I guess, but it feels like my
rear end is blowing up."

"Oh that!" said the rooster. "That's only
the ovulation going on. Have you never
laid an egg before??"

"No, how do I do that?" Harry asked.

"Cluck twice, and then you push all you
can."

Harry clucked twice, and pushed more
than he was good for, and then 'Plop' and
an egg was on the ground. "Wow" Harry
said "that felt really good!" So he clucked
again and squeezed. And you better
believe that there was yet another egg on
the ground.

The third time he clucked, he heard his
wife shout : "Harry, for Gods sake wake up,
you're sh**ting all over the bed...!"
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Spoken silence

It's kinda funny to think that the more you know about someone, the less you actually know them. It's not easy to know what's going on in the life of another person,even if the person is living with you or is you loved one or your relation or whatever. How would you know how the person is feeling? is she hurt? is she sad? is she happy? sure, you can see if from the face but not many can do that and there are many who could just pretend to be fine.

Funny too when a person close to you doesn't seem to know what's going on in your heart, in your mind, in your thoughts even though you try hard to project it in an indirect way. Even funnier if the person is clueless about the fact that you are actually projecting something.

Perhaps the world could save a lot of hurt and tears if the inner voice can be heard sometimes. Maybe if we listen hard enough?
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Think! Thunk!

There are so many different types of people all around the world. I just met another variety. Well, literally i just discovered that today but i knew him since last year.

How i realised it? Well, a few days back i emailed him a picture of jyotika in Chandramukhi. A picture of the ghastly possessed face. Then he replied, "Have you watched Chandramukhi? The movie was good." I responded, "Well,i just watched Mumbai Express last week, it was cool." Another reply came in,"Mumbai Express was funny but Chandra Mukhi made me think."

So today,since i watched the movie during the weekend,i messaged him again, "i watched chandramukhi redi..i dun understand why u said the movie made u think..what did it trigger? for me, i enjoyed the second half of the movie and hated the abrupt ending. all in all,i think mumbai express was much
better. but i liked all the ghost parts, abt the maharaja and the dancer and stuff."

And he said "simple - the theory of possession by another spirit was put into the film exorcist. tamil movies have never ventured into this area. but it is scientifically proven that a person can have split personlaity - but the truth is that two spirits reside in one body. how is that possible?
i know the answer - but too complicated to explain to you right now. will - someday."

Then I realised something about him. Ok, before i babble on, let me brief you guys about him first. He's around late 40's. Works as a Manager in a factory. Married with kids. Reads a lot. Talks a lot. Mostly about God and spirits and vegetarianism and some theories.

Ok, now, back to what i realised. Well,i noticed there are people who want to seek God and another clutter who are just content by talking and arguing about God, His existance and about life. And this man falls in that category. Everytime we talk, he'll quote books he had read, music he had heard, etc etc etc. Mostly, he brags about reading a book titled, "Conversations with God" and the huge collection of books he claims he has in his house. He scoffs about people who actually try to seek God instead of reading about them. There were many times i had argued with him, and then given up because it was like talking to a stone wall. And he will come up with theories about spirituality, the spirit world, death and crap like that.

It's one thing to have read a lot but it's another thing to actually put it into action. Situations like in the movie 'The Edge" by Anthony Hopkins don't happen to every Tom, Dick and Harry.

For me, i don't like to argue about God. I don't like to claim that i know more about God than the others. I don't like to talk about God. I don't like to come up with theories about God. I don't like to argue and debate about God and i don't like to listen about theories about God. And just like you, i have never seen God. But, i am seeking for Him and hope to experience him one day. And i also don't care even if five spirits reside in one body. I mean, what's the use of thinking about it?

The path towards God is surely simple. I just dont understand why people love to complicate it with death, spirits, books and theories. I can write a book too. And here's a theory. God is a vegetable. Let's see how that makes you think.

Which reminds me, I read this book long time ago, a collection of short stories by Sri Ramakrishna. Nope, it's not an expensive book. It was a thin book, costs around 8-10 bucks, looks like a children's story book. Nope, i didn't buy it from Amazon.com (gasp!) and nope, it doesn't have illustrations from any renowned artist BUT..

There was a story in it..

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4 men were in a boat. 3 normal laymen, 1 a scholar. While they were rowing, the scholar bragged about the books he had read, the scriptures he had written and all the holy men he had met. And then suddenly, they hit a storm and the boat capsized. The three men started swimming back to the shore while the scholar was screaming and asking them for help. One of the men said, " You have read so many books, I'm sure they taught you how to swim." and the man cried, "but I have never swam before" and drowned.

Now, that's something for you to THINK!
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Saturday, May 07, 2005

=(

I miss you. Miss you. Miss you. =(
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Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Gerak Khas III -Inspector Muniamma

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A Heritage Denied (from TIME)

Decades of official discrimination have turned Malaysia's ethnic Indians into disgruntled underclass


By anthony spaeth Bujang Valley

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Multiracial malaysia has three heritages to celebrate: Malay, Chinese and Indian. In the Bujang Valley in northern Kedah state, Malaysia's Indian roots are visible. An ancient kingdom existed there, of Hindu and Buddhist beliefs, dating back to the 4th century. It was a trading and migration port, within sailing distance of India, and it eventually became part of Sumatra's mighty Sriwijaya Empire. Since the site was rediscovered by explorers in the 1930s, more than 50 temple ruins have been excavated in the valley, making it Malaysia's richest archaeological treasure trove.

But an Indian Malaysian visiting the Bujang Valley might come away feeling demeaned rather than proud—and that would be no accident. The government has spruced up some ruins and built a museum beside them to showcase Bujang's archaeological finds. The ochre ruins are classically Indian in design, neat, dull—and there is nothing to tell the visitor how grand the originals may have been. The museum has Buddhist and Hindu statues behind glass—cows, Ganeshas, lingams—but the official literature does its best to downplay, even denigrate, the Indian impact on the region. A board on the museum wall describes an "old Malay kingdom" in the Bujang Valley that had "contact with various people of different cultural origins and environments." The museum's brochure is even more explicit. It states that maritime trade led to the "indianization" of the Bujang Valley. The indigenous culture, it says "was eventually adulterated."

If that sounds like a wan cheer for Malaysia's Indian heritage, it's a sentiment familiar to most of the country's 1.8 million people of Indian descent. Affirmative action-type quotas for the Malay population, along with a political system controlled by the Malays and Chinese, make many Indian Malaysians feel like third-class citizens. The result is an increasingly aggrieved population, and a timid one, that isn't very happy about its place in society. "I'm not sure I can see a future in this country for my children," says an Indian-Malaysian businesswoman in Kuala Lumpur who asks not to be named. "We'll give it another few years. If things have not improved, we'll leave for Europe."

Race is the big divide in Malaysia, as it has been ever since the watershed race riots of 1969. In his 20 years in power, Prime Minister Mahathir Mohamad has tried to uplift the Malays, who make up 55% of the 22 million population, and guarantee them a large percentage of available business opportunities. The second-largest group, the Chinese, were supposed to lose their disproportionate grip on the country's economy. But it may be the Indians who were the real losers. Most were imported a century ago to work the rubber plantations and tin mines, and they still dominate the bottom rungs of the social ladder. "Indians have neither the political nor the economic leverage to break out of their vicious cycle of poverty," says Selvakumaran Ramachandran, an Indian-Malaysian academic who works for the United Nations Development Program. "If their problems are not arrested and reversed, it is almost certain they will emerge as an underclass."

Already, Indians have the lowest share of the nation's corporate wealth: 1.5%, compared to 19.4% for the Malays and 38.5% for the Chinese. Not surprisingly, Indians claim the highest rate of suicide of any community. Violent crime is becoming Indian turf. In 1994, 128 of the 377 murders committed in Malaysia were by Indians. Some 15% of the Indians in the capital are squatters. "I have a feeling," says P. Ramasamy, a political science professor at the National University, "that if something is not done soon, something is going to really blow."

The Indians' main problem is numerical. With only 8% of the country's population, they don't have enough clout to alter pro-Malay business or employment policies, or even stand up to Malay chauvinism of the sort exhibited at the Bujang Valley museum. The Chinese community has a slew of ambitious political leaders. The Indian community's politics are dominated by the Malaysian Indian Congress (mic) and its leader of more than two decades, S. Samy Vellu, who happens to be the only Indian in Mahathir's cabinet.

When the government wants to dispense largesse to the Indian community, it usually does so through Samy Vellu, as a recent scene at mic headquarters demonstrated. Indian parents and their children came to hear Samy Vellu describe a new government scheme for student loans. It was a "very special allocation" made through the generosity of the Prime Minister and the Education Minister, he said. To qualify, families had to earn less than $5,300 a year. A young Indian woman in the crowd admitted that her father made more than the stipulated amount. "Can I still apply?" she asked. "Don't worry," Samy Vellu assured her. "Come see me afterwards and I will make sure you can get it." Obviously impressed with the minister's magnanimity, the crowd of 500 applauded warmly. "Whatever we get," says a senior Indian journalist, "we can get only through the mic. That's how the system works."

One area in which Indians have prospered is the professions, particularly medicine and law, and Indian names stud the rolls of professional societies. Many of this group hail from white-collar families who worked in Malaysia when it was a British colony. Yet even with that background, an Indian Malaysian can find it difficult to become a doctor or lawyer. Local university seats and scholarships to study overseas are all awarded by a racial quota system. Even when someone gets a degree, discrimination is frequent. Indian doctors, for instance, complain that they are increasingly excluded from the lists of approved doctors whom civil servants or company employees can use. "I wish you Americans would invade—just for a while," a small-town Indian doctor tells a visitor. "Then I would have a fairer chance of working in this country of ours."

So far, Indians have resigned themselves to their plight. But some rumbles are being heard. Last October, five Malaysian men were attacked and killed one night in the town of Kampar, 150 km north of Kuala Lumpur. Their charred remains were found in a torched pickup truck. The police arrested 13 cattle ranchers of Indian descent. The ranchers had complained for two years of people poaching their cows, but apparently the local police had done nothing to help. The 13 ranchers have yet to be tried, and poaching has reportedly ceased in that area. The defendants are quietly regarded as heroes among the Indian community. "Malaysia cannot afford to have about 8% of its population feel alienated," warns R.V. Navaratnam, a prominent businessman. "Malaysian unity can be as strong only as its weakest link—which is the Malaysian Indian community."
With reporting by Ken Stier/Bujang Valley
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Responsibility

I went over to pacific after work to grab some essentials and dashed back home yesterday when I saw an indian boy,about 15 years of age walking slowly, trying to cross the street. Usually I always try my best to stop my car whenever I see any pedestrians in the middle,trying to cross the road or even cars trying to get into the main lane,just to let them get in. But this time,I couldn’t stop as I spotted the boy a tad too late plus I was going a tad too fast.

I felt bad coz the boy looked quite pitiful, wearing an old torn yellowing white shirtand when I watched from my rear mirror,I realized he was walking with a slight twisted limp.

Somehow the boy reminded me of my ‘empty’ promises to myself that I will make sure that our Indian society comes up one day. I used to tell myself, that once I grow up, I’ll help those Indians especially in rural estates to come up in education.

I really felt terribly upset for a moment as I realized I was drifting away from the main ambition of my life.

Right now, I’m wondering clueless’ly’ where to start and how do I fit it in my working schedule. I just don’t want to be one of those Indian who had come up and completely forgotten the roots and those below her who need a lifting hand.

The amount of Indians who have come up is nothing compared to those who are still dwelling in the estates, without proper education and without a future and without a clue on the dominations in the outside world.

I’m trying to help. I hope you too as an Indian will try to figure out a way to help ‘our’ children out there. Even a simple motivation session will go a long way.

It’s our responsibility.
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Monday, May 02, 2005

Vicky vic

Someone help me..this guy driving me crazy..I remember i said only one guy can look better than this, and i still remain with the same opinion but still..Vikram oh Vikram... Posted by Hello


Yeah, for those of you who don't know,Thats my Husband Vikram. We were married in my dreams. Sorry,you guys were not invited. It was a simple wedding away from the press..=P
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Sunday, May 01, 2005

Letter

And i forgot to add, i received a special letter from my japanese manager and it was an extremely good news. I bowed three times to say thank you...=)
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Sum it up

The week had been hell. I know, i had been complaining all these while but these is the worst i have felt so far.

I am getting extremely stressed up. Work was and still is like being grilled in a pit fire. Sometimes sitting in my cubicle, i get instant fever or tears starts welling up in my eyes. It's sheer frustration and it's killing me each day. I dread waking up in the morning. Sometimes i just feel,it doesn't make any difference if one day,i just never wake up at all. It just feels as if there is just a thin line or perhaps a nonexistant line between life and death after all. And to top it all up, things at home were no good too.

There were times when i cried in the car while driving to work. And end up looking like a zombie at work until the department manager came and asked, if i was alright. There were also moments when i felt like dashing into the opposite lane and ram into an oncoming truck and end all my stress there and then.

But somehow or rather,i managed to pick myself up, and im fine now. i still dread certain things but like they say, that, that doesnt kill you, only makes you stronger.

I know, perhaps you might ask, what happened to you master. well, he is still there, with me, or else, i wouldnt have been able to pick myself up again, would i? He's there as a guide. The war is still mine to face.

I'm also begining to lose interest in blogging hence there lag in between posts.
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