drawing the line

how do you differentiate between courteous and rude? are they the opposite of each other or can there be a person is who is courteous yet rude at the same time?

i need to draw the line today because i am being constantly reminded. if the person in front of the mask you want to see, you will get him. please don't forget, there is no turning back. i am bringing my A game from now on.

see you mask man tomorrow. i need time to make up. blogger feeling excited.

maybe it is time to learn

during the course of working, i find myself pissing my seniors and colleagues and at the end of it, i said, "chill la, why so serious?". yes, it made them laugh but i learn that it also tested their patience to the brink. thats why i guess i am memorable in that way. i am annoying. for friends who are really friends with me all these years, i am known as "mulut tak ada insurance" guy. haha. i admit it. i express whatever that i had in mind.

but today, i believe it is a time for me to learn to be a little subtle. because of a piece of advice my colleague passed down to me. i shall not say it but i think i have much to learn from it. considering myself emotional, my tone can go from one decibel to infinity decibels within a second. it puts my colleagues in shock. they thought i am angry when i am actually having fun. how ironic, how sad. okay, maybe i am too dramatic already.

maybe it is time to learn. and the weird thing is, the piece of advice came from the guy who i genuinely dislike at the very beginning. yup, life is like that. it came as a blow to you when you least expected it.

me blog is no advertisement for you

who the hell you think you are, keep posting on my chat box to visit your blogs. it is intrusion of privacy. hence, my decision to take it off as i have found it defeats its purpose of being there.

i have read in a few blogs before teaching new bloggers who earn a living by selling products or writing blogs to go to other bloggers' pages and spam. what the hell. there is no such thing as free advertising on my page for sure. while i have moderately warned them but they persist to paste on my box even though they cannot attach their links anymore. such persistence, such foolishness. as a marketing taught graduate, i understand the strategy to reach the target audience as wide as possible but don't you think you should ask permission beforehand. some will be kind enough to say hello and praise my blog but others just blatantly promote straightaway.

good riddance i should say. anyway, readers may still comment on the post specifically. bye bye marketers and hello peace.

of late, i have found myself lost of words. at work, i am the aggresive talker. i talk fast. my senior said, can you not talk so fast? ok. can you be less emotional? ok. can you act like a normal junior?ok.

then i am left with nothing. i have no idea what to say already. i have lost my voice. and i start question, i am really nothing much without all these. good. time has a way to change the way you talk, think and act. with much advice given, i started to realise it is not easy to deal with the working world. constant scrutiny.

i feel less me and more you. you are a stranger sat in a far, far away land.

if you lose yourself and have no idea how to get it back, what will you do?

to all mothers in the world, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

the bicycle

a glimpse at an old lady, who is the kopitiam owner, brings back a fond memory. it is not her who brings back the memory, it is the gesture she makes. she is brushing through her grandson's hair while reasoning in a complaint manner about how he should be a good boy.

it has been such a long, long time i have such a treatment. the last time i can recall is probably many many years ago. the most vivid one will bethe one when i was just waking up and went to my late grandma's house for dinner. i was in slumber mode and kind of annoyed for the fact that my sleep was disturbed. then, my grandma saw me sulking and decided to give me a peck on the cheek. yea, i was pampered back then. no wonder my colleagues kept accusing me of being a spoiled brat back home, which i vehemently denied. what's wrong with such a memory. i did not deny for a fact that i am one of the favoured grandchild. what was there to be complain about me?

as a child, i grew up very naughty and active. i ran everywhere. but i am not bad. i did my homework, did my very best academically. obedient. and my only splurge is good food. as a grandchild, i think i can be a role model. every grandparent wants to be splurge good food on his grandchild. it is the forsaken right given to grandparent. if a parent does it, everyone will say you spoil the child. if the grandparents do it, it is their right, mind you. no accusation and no blame.

and you know, i have unique experience as a child too, which i never tell anyone. i was chauffeured to school. but i ain't spoilt like those comfort seeking and material addiction brats. i was chauffeured in a bicycle. my grandpa sent me back from school everyday until i was able to cycle independently. aha. some teachers were asking me, is

that your grandpa? and the answer is a proud yes and a humble no. yes because i am privileged. no because they recognise my late grandpa for the reason his face is very red. i don't know why: drinking, working under sun for a long period of time, genetics? i have no idea.

indeed, growing up with grandparents come with great perks and benefits. i see no reason why parents nowadays want to live far far away from their own parents. do you know grandparents have instilled a sense of belonging to a child. if they grew up without such love, how will they act as one in the future?

i don't see myself cycling my grandchild in the future. but the least i could see myself splurging good food on him/her. the end.