Going back to work tonight. Kinda looking forward to it though I am currently harboring some angst about my status --- which makes me want to change perspective about the entire staying thing.

I have until June to decide whether I really want to stay or not.

Which translates to I have until June to go jobhunting.

Aftermath

Just recoving from the massive flood --- the water was up to my chest inside the office and right by my waist inside the house. Though we have mostly cleaned the house (except for a few surprise puddles inside closets), every time it starts to rain, my bum clenches in fear.

A couple of weeks before that, I was trawling a local marketplace site and stumbled (i.e. purposely clicked) a link that led me to the personal bits of the site.

Hilarious? A tad desperate?

I've always been curious about the mating habits of humans. Whilst Kent and I were people watching in a local whoring spot, we couldn't help but notice this :

Imagine first three tables.

Table 1 had Prosperous Looking White men of Undefined Western Origins ( PLWOMUW) who were openly ogling at the local exotiques (Exotiques with a 'Ques' to differentiate between Exotics which sound like a brand of tights with phallic patterns) parading in the skimpiest/tightest of outfits. Think "How much is that dog in the window" in terms of ogling.

Table 2 has Exotiques hoping to entice the PLWOMUW. Am not sure about the reason behind this other than a possible meal ticket or quite possibly, love (damn all those telenovelas) How were they doing it? The usual hair flipping, come hither, low neckline stunts.

Table 3 has Asians (Indians, Chinese, etc) who are ogling at a specific table of Exotiques.

Nearing the end of the night ( round 3 when Kent and I had verbally destroyed an ex manager, discussed the non-existence of my love life and his rampaging bookings and other observations), the PLWOMUW has decided to go home and at this point, the Exotiques decided to cast their heavily coated sad eyes onto the table of Table 3.

Table 3, during the course of the night was waiting. Waiting for the Exotiques to throw a purposely done hairflip in their direction. And when it happened, they all hopped, nay, leapt at the opportunity. The opportunity to do what, I have a vague idea of but I just had dinner so no...

Which brings me to some of the choice ads in the said site :

If this chap learns how to spell, perhaps the ladies will come flocking. I am wondering though, when he said FOURplay, was he born with possibly four extra appendages?

Believe it or not, this ad actually had the title "Sax tayo" --- An unexpressed desire to blow something?

Which brings me to this question : Do people really respond to these ads?

Curious...

Queen of The Nile.

So not celebrating my birthday this year.

Ergo, I am still 29 until 2010.

Fatwa you dissenters!

One Long...

This month, by far is one terrible mindfuck after the other.

1. My vacation was cancelled because of work. I know the weather is terrible and that there is an anorexic's chance of me escaping the city even for a couple of months but I don't fatwa'ing care. It's time off from work, insipid people and the constant intrigue. The intrigue is not even half interesting. I get better kicks from Perez Hilton and I don't even know these people.

2. Work. Enough said.

V's wedding was several hours earlier.

People! All your prayers and animal sacrifices might have been answered. A certain higher up is rumoured to be on his way out. Based on a loose comment on Facebook (oh please...) this person has already expressed intent.

Allowing the blood to flow on the ground worked. Well Done People!

I've been distraught the past few months. More because somebody got away and I have been overanalyzing and listening to soul sucking heartbreak music.

It's a numbing pain akin to novocaine wearing off after a nasty time at the dentist's. The vestiges of pain are right by the edges of consciousness and you have no choice but to continue breathing.

Five more days and I am still holding on.

I wish I could sleep uninterrupted again. It's been like this since February.

I remember you with the ochre lights during your last night when I walked you back to your hotel. I remember your fascination with battle tanks and nationality. I remember your denseness at the joke about ABBA and the Swedish efforts to conquer the world.

I remember you heartfelt wish for me to find somebody else.

I remember the fact that you don't carry any scent. When you told me that I need to work on my pranking skills and when I had to fight off the urge to keep on standing by your station.

And when you stood by my station more than a thousand hours ago.

I remember when we stood in the middle of the water arguing about the complexities between men and women. When I blurted out a hurt feeling and you asked me if I am ok now.

Most of all, I remember your voice.

Congratulations on your wedding and I wish you all the best in this messy planet.

And Another One...

K is leaving by the end of the week.
AU's manager has until September 15 to come up with a better deal for him.
ML is being lured by a colleague from the subcontinent to move sites.

Watching people leave sucks.
My manager once sent this email blast that asked "What have you done about your development?"
Everytime somebody from the upper managements starts blustering about how we're developing people, I have to stifle the urge to say "Chos! Excellent Chuva boss, but I don't believe this crap."

Boss, we all need a roadmap. No matter how many classes or learning sessions we attend if we don't have somebody to show us where to exactly push and pull, us taking control of our development would be akin to shooting ducks in a semi twilight lit pond. With a water gun. Whilst wearing an eyepatch. With Air Supply warbling in the background.

It's all the same everywhere.

Sigh.