..CLuELeSs In KePonG..

So, a more than a month has passed since I last updated my blog. Well, stuffs have happened. I have started driving a combined 110 km per day from and back for three weeks now. I can't say I enjoy driving when u get stuck in traffic jam for an average of 30 minute a day every time u go and come back from work. And, I thought driving to work was supposed to be cool and was a sure sign of independence. Didn't anybody tell us that with Independence comes great pain in the a**?Huh! screw the famous line from SPiderman "With great power comes great responsibility" or something close to that. What Peter's uncle really wanted to say was, "People are gonna start depending on you and whine more about their problems around you when you have the ability to make danger go away in a jiff, so better start looking for covers"...Hehe, that was absolute rambling and a little bit venting out of frustration towards my days I spent here in my new working environment. HAish, How I wish I was back at UKM..the good old days.

Anyway, got a fieldwork coming up this Thursday all the way till I'm not sure when. But, I'm hoping it will be no longer than a week. Damn, I need to finish installing the traps in one week or I'm screwed. Haish..Time constraint is the B*t*h..This is my part of PhD here. What I do there, determines what I get in the future. i can't really ask for real help around here since everybody else is busy doing their things. Man, The environment is not so supportive of the new girl. they probably think since I'm already doing my PhD, I would magically know everything that needs to be done in my not even a month period of attendance here. Heck, i wasn't even taken on a tour of the place and meet the people I need to know. Tell me, Do I really look like a sorcerer's daughter with a magic wand in my hand? Open your eyes people, I'm CLUELESS...

New, new, NeW

It was noon. The traffic was bearably okay. There we were, me and Kak Sal, in the car, on our way to the---->SALON. Heee....I know right. Me and Salon don't really mix. Hee..But, I was in a desperate need of a haircut. Hadn't let a pair of scissors touch my hair since Jan 1st 2009 which was 6 months ago. I was contemplating about what kind of style I wanted for my new haircut, for about 2 weeks. I wanted the Bob Cut and I also wanted something manageable. And the stylist talked me into doing something less radical if I wanted something manageable. Heee..he was right. So, i settled for something that I would usually go for, which was layered and thinned ends. Huhu..he did a pretty darn good job. It felt like he didn't do anything much, but the result was satisfying/perfection. Okay, saying perfection would be too much a compliment for him, but he did his job great and I walked out of the salon a satisfied customer. Huuu...did I mention, he was cute too. Hee...having a cute guy playing with your hair for 2 hours, would be the experience of a lifetime. Hahaha..nah...I was stretching that too much. He was nice, of course he should be. I was a client. And no, I don't think he was gay. Believe it or not, there are guys out there who are comfortable with their masculinity and not afraid to show their feminine side. This guy for instance, in my opinion was passionate about his work because I think he sees his job as an expression of his appreciation for art. I think his job was the work of art. Seriously, i haven't had my hair looked so damn good in a while. Hee...I'm praising him because I am grateful that he did not mess up my hair like the last hairdresser i went to see for my haircut. Anyway, thanx a lot MAI...My junior who introduced me to this special salon which I'm gonna be a regular client at, from this moment on....

Harsh Reality

You can have the best talent above everybody else, you can have the most genius of brains, you can be the hardest working person or you can have the purest of heart, but you will always be second to PRETTY PEOPLE. Harsh? That's life. Nothing beats life, my friend. You see, you think this world has changed, but really it has not. I for once thought that if I worked hard, and be nice to people they would treat me as they would treat anybody else. But, no. You think they treat you the same but they don't. They want you to think that way. And we do.
Today, is the day we stop thinking that way. It's time for us to wake up now. the world is unfair. We knew that. But, what bothers me is the fact that the same visually unattractive people who discriminate against their own kind. They treat all these pretty people like they are the Royal family or something. Seriously, to all of the not so attractive people of the world, be realistic. If you are nice to these pretty people, their prettiness is not going to rub off against you. You are not going to be pretty just by treating these pretty people nicely. One other thing, do you not notice that these pretty people take your niceness for granted? They like being the center of attention, so why do you contribute to inflating their ego more? Haish...Wake up!! They don't care about you. All they care about is getting free rides, free stuffs and bottomless compliments from us the 'so not attractive people'. Do you think they want to hang out with us if it was not for something we have which they can benefit from in the future? NO..I don't think so. An believe me, there's a reason why I call these pretty people, PRETTY. Because that's just what they are. Nothing more. It takes a lot more for them to be beautiful. Unattractive people can be beautiful but not pretty, attractive people can be so pretty but ugly. I'd like to quote my friend Ili from he Facebook status:

"I do believe that beauty is only skin deep, the person inside is much more important as it is them who you will be spending the rest of your life with. Beauty is a passing phase in life and even the most beautiful person will become old and no longer beautiful, the true love of their partner will be found out then."

I hope she believes that with all her heart as I do.

May in review

Ok..I've practically watched pretty much every movie ever screened in May, like 5 movies. Last week alone, i watched 3 movies (Star Trek, Night at the Museum, Monsters vs Aliens). Two movies with my housemate, n one with Niki. Early tis month, I went to watch 'Bohsia: Jangan Pilih Jalan Hitam' which translates 'Bohsia: Don't make the wrong choice' (ngeh..I'm guessing that is the exact translation). The second week I went to watch X-Men Origins:Wolverine. All movies were pretty cool. Yeah yeah, including 'Bohsia'. I admit that i was a little skeptical about the movie. Yeah, I usually go for the entertainment value when I watch a movie and maybe sometimes the idea that the director is trying to convey in the movie. But, with this movie I didn't know which value to go for. I didn't think it was worth paying RM10 to watch this particular movie which I knew I could watch via ASTRO during Raya ala FOC. Get it? Huhuhu..I watched it anyway. It was not that disappointing. What I'm trying to say, it held me interested till the end which was by the way a little bit roughly done. The director (which happens to be at the same age as i am) could polish the ending a lttle bit. Like, maybe he could envision what these morally degraded people could do to be better or what the society could do to help these people. Throughout the movie, the director showed scenes of what these so called 'community trash' do with their lives---> immoral acts leading towards self destruction which by the way we all know what already. So, nothing new there. So maybe, just maybe he could have tried to be deeper and get us to think what we can do to help. Because, it is a national problem. Not just the people involved. Hurm..maybe it's the young age. The director tried I guess.
Night at the museum 2? Well, I am not sure why it hit box office benchmark at its first week screening in USA since the first one was way better than this one. I mean, the comedy was there. They tried, so hard to the point where they forced you to laugh just because they tell the audience 'this should be a funny scene so you'd better laugh eventhough u don't think it's that funny'. Huuu..so NO. I don't understand why it became box office. Maybe it is a family movie, so everybody was relieved they could finally bring their whining children, nephews, nieces, grandchildren to the cinema and watch a movie as families. Haish.. So, lucky for the team i guess. Wolverine, Monsters, and Star Trek are great. Ngeh...i'd watch them again and again and again any day. hehe..well maybe not Monsters vs Aliens because there were too many children watching with us that it felt like we were in a nursery or a daycare. Hahaha...Anyway, the gang planned to go watch Terminator Salvation this Friday. But, maybe not. Maybe we'll go next week. BUMMER...! I was looking forward to watching this movie since ever..Never mind. As long as i get to watch it...

--home after 2 months--

I'll be going home tonight. Back to my home town. Finding what I think I have forgotten. It will be a well spent weekend with my folks.

An hour 'ish' with a personal trainer

My arms are sore. I can't actually lift my arms higher than my head. This is torture. Thanx to mr Sean (urm..something..I didn't quite catch his surname) I am now officially incapable of even shampooing my hair properly. Haish....Ok2. How did I get to be in this condition? Good question.
Last Night, I went to the gym. I signed up last month and I finally got to have my free 1 hour personal trainer service (hmmm..that doesn't sound quite right..service). He called me up on Monday to set up an appointment.I had to ask Ina first because we signed up together. We agreed to go on Wednesday for an appointment at 7.30pm. The train was reasonably 'spacious' yesterday, with me getting on the train at 6.45 pm which was way past the rush hour. Anyway, a smooth ride did not guarantee a smooth workout session at the gym. Huuuu..
It was funny though. When this Sean dude called me, I knew he was an Indian guy.When I asked Ina if she preferred male trainers, she jumped and said "Hell YEAH !!". I obviously did not care since I never went through the process before. So, I never made a call to ask for a substitute female trainer. Anyway, we got there, me and Ina. We asked for Sean at the receptionist. Before that, I already saw an Indian guy trainer looking at me and Ina. He was like, hurm...how do I put this nicely----> one trainer that can be good at what he does but not at how he looks. HEHE..that was pretty harsh.I'm being honest. I thought to myself 'it's the knowledge that matters, not who it is from'. HUHU..Me being the positive girl.So, the receptionist announced SEAN's name on the audio system and down came Sean the personal trainer. WAhhh!!! It was not the same dude. It was definitely Sean who is a trainer that can be good at what he does and at how he looks. KEhkehKehkeh..!!
So, he asked both of us to warm up on the treadmill.A good 15 minute run with a speed of 7.5 KmpH on the treadmill is a good warm up people.Thank God I still had the stamina.I thought he was gonna make me run a good half an hour just to torture me and see if I was cut out to actually workout at a gym. Fooh!! I made it through round one.
After the run, we were served with multiple ways of weight liftings with our legs and arms. Man, these people know how to turn your whole body sore.Our appetizers started with knee bending on the machine (I remember none of the machines' names). Up and down my knee went. That was not really bad. The whole lower part of my body was actually pretty strong.
Later, we were introduced to these machines that were supposed to do wonders to your upper body.First machine, I did great. Second machine, i went "Mommy, help ME.." in a very slow voice inside my head that I myself could not hear. I could not finish the second set. I actually left the thing hanging on my head while my arms collapsed on my lap. The only reason that thing did not knock me on my head was because 'dear tough and strong' Sean was only holding it with his left hand--->SHOW OFF!! And then 'dear strong and tough' Sean went to become 'dear sweet and kind' Sean when he said these 'kind' words"Your mind is not strong enough, you can actually do this". Thank you Sean for that motivation. Anybody could still lift a 30 kg box eventhough they can feel their arms breaking like a matchstick. Haiyak...!! All I could manage to say was "YOU are EVIL". This time it was not a small voice in my head. He heard it. I said it with the very little strenght left in me, but he heard it. He just laughed. Right right Sean. Just brush it aside.
And then, from one machine we went to another. I was a little confused. He only taught us how to use two machines to work our legs out and like a gazillion machines to work our upper body out. Is there a discrimination against machines for lower body work out that I don't know about?Hurm..
Later at the changing room, I could not push the key inside the lock of my locker on the first try. My fingers were trembling. My whole arms were. When I was showering, I could not lift my hands high enough to shampoo my hair properly. Ughh. It was not a good shower I tell you. Anyway, he tried to be charming and all very friendly and nice and motivational but he did not get us to book him as our personal trainer. Poor Sean.Huhuhu..Maybe next time. Oh yeah, he sort of made a bet with me. He told me to come look for him a year from now and see if I would look different after working out for a year without a trainer. Well Sean, the bet is ON. See you in a year.Who knows, you might not even recognise me.

..Gone..

This morning is not the same as every morning I came to love for the past year. Every morning, I come to work and see Niki already at her work station doing her things or chores assigned by Dr Wan. Not today. She was not at her usual place this morning. I did not hear her 'Good Morning Nadi' greet that she always gave me everytime I walk towards her to get to my room. I did not get to say good morning back. She is not here anymore. Haish...Missing her already. I know this is temporary but, it is just not the same anymore.