Fed Up

I have been working late these days, and the work load is starting to get to me.

Don't get me wrong, I still do get my rest, and I get enough of that.

What is getting onto me, is the monotony of my work, and the lack of companion to actually discuss about it.

Yes, I work alone in my place.

I am just starting to get very fed up with my job situation, which seems to be getting nowhere. Whenever there is a problem, I have only myself to handle it. Forget about getting help or support from the head quarter. I am happy enough if they did not give me more trouble to deal with.

Yes, my head quarter does not support their staffs at the other end of the country. Not only do they not provide help nor support, they create more problems and damage for you.

Yes, I not only have to manage my own problem, I have to take and clean up the mess that they create for me.

I am so f****** fed up with all this.

One Weekend Some Time Ago

I was sitting in front of SOHO one Saturday night, sipping little sips of Black Label from a plastic cup (the pub had run out of glasses, it was a weekend night), while watching the people coming in and out of the place.

This really was an interesting place.

Like my friend Jude once told me,"People come in a couple, or they come in a group. Some come alone. Some come to make a group, some come to be in a group." This was very true for SOHO during weekends. (Jude was actually referring to another pub when he said that, but I guess that was the truth for most places.)

SOHO was packed that night. It was like the whole town of young people were there. The age group that came here each night seemed to be getting younger and younger. Everyone was drinking and laughing like a maniac all around. Yet, I still see a young girl sitting alone by the flower pots in front of the place. It was nearly midnight, and she was looking tired and bored. I guessed not everybody enjoyed the place.

I wonder if the people there were truly happy.

I suddenly felt tired. May be, I should just go home.

People Are Like Sea Urchins

Let's face it. Life is a bitch, and I am like a sea urchin.

Ever saw a sea urchin before?

Let me put this picture in your mind. It is a circular piece of organism, with spikes as long as 3 to 20 cm all around it's body (test, to be exact, the "hide" of this organism is called test), and it moves around with their adhesive, tube feet around the bed of the ocean. Their colours vary from black to brown, green, olive and dull purple. Some have spines (or spikes, as I like to call it) that are so sharp that they could poke through one layer of 4mm thick rubber into your skin. The tip of the spikes will then be broken off and be embedded under your skin, in certain cases, through your flesh.

These creatures lives in a community. They group together in one colony to keep the predators away. That is how the human community lives, isn't it?

So, now you have an idea what a sea urchin is.

Right, so where do I fit in?

I cannot live without people around, yet I cannot bear to be too close to one.

Get it?

No?

We are all people with our own quikes and quirks (i.e. characteristics, individuality, uniqueness etc. etc.). Our quikes and quirks are like the spikes on the sea urchin. We, our hearts, our feelings, our emotions, or whatever it is that people call it in the similar sense, are like the body in the centre. The body is soft and fragile, and thus is vunerable to any kind of attack.

People are like sea urchins. They cannot live outside the community, for they need one another to keep one another safe, yet they cannot live too closely together. You get stung by the spikes of the other.

So, is it possible for us all to live together, without hurting the other?

Of course!

I stood there on the jetty stretching out from the Pom Pom island that day, and looked at the colony of black sea urchins under the jetty. I saw that each of the sea urchins kept a safe distance in between one another. This way, they are able to keep the community safe from predators, and yet live peacefully with one another.

I guess we all have to learn from the urchins, eh?

Hair Wash, Another Unsatisfactory Job Done

I was wondering about the area in Crowne Tower (天阁）the day before, and I suddenly decided to have my hair washed.

So, I walked up to the saloon on the top-most floor of the shopping complex, went in and sat down.

The layout of the saloon was not too bad. The main colour was white, which gave the whole area a clean look. Even the chairs were white.

The attendant that came up to me was a boy advancing into his twenties. He had short hair that was dyed wooden-orange, and a pair of dark-rimmed spectacles. He asked what I needed, and I told him that I would like my hair washed.

I was lead to a chair and handed two magazines: "iFeel" and "风采". I was quite alright with "风采", but did I look like I was still a teenager? (Note: "iFeel" was a magazine for teenage girls).

The attendant then asked what shampoo would I like to use, the better "professional" shampoo, or the normal, standard shampoo. As they charged an additional RM 6.00 for the better shampoo, I opted for the normal one.

The shampoo boy was very strong with his hands. I had to tell him twice to stop squeezing my head because it was hurting me.

The wash area was behind the counter, and I asked for warm water. The water mix of the shower tap was not working as well as other saloons, as the hot and cold water were not mixed evenly, and I got periods of cold and hot splashes on my hair.

When it was time to blow-dry my hair, another guy, whom I presumed was the owner, or the stylist of the premise, came to the shampoo boy's rescue. He was doing an awkward job with my hair, tying too much hair up and pulling strands of my hair out.

The stylist was no better. I only asked for a normal blow-dry, straight hair, and he was awkward in doing that too. I noticed that he did not dare to pull my hair down more to straighten the tip, thus leaving it frizzy.

My bangs were done in yet another awkward fashion. I looked really weird in that.

When I paid at the counter, the lady charged me RM 18.00 for such unsatisfactory results. At the side of the counter was a certificate showing that one of the stylist was from Inspirational Alan Saloon. I had to resist rolling my eyes at that certificate. A stylist who could not even do a straight hair well dared to present to the world such certification, or was Alan no better?

The saloon was called McPhee.

FaceBook

I have finally got myself into FaceBook!!!

Sigh...

Hehe....

When I first received an invitation to join FaceBook back nearly a year ago, I was thinking, hmm... not another "Friendster" or "Hi5" .....

Getting into these networks, it requires one to spend a certain amount of time to maintain it. From updating one's profile, to uploading your pictures, and reading your mails and comments.

Sometimes, most of the mails are junks.

But after a few invitations, I finally relented, and clicked join.

Now I am getting hooked trying to familiarize myself with the new thing, and it is fun!!! Haha!!!!

So, gals and guys!!! See you in FaceBook!!!