Wow has it been a year?

Hahahaha... I was just looking through the links on my laptop when I realised that Omigosh, I have this Blogger site that I have not updated in a long long time. Of course, I know for sure that barely anyone comes in here at all so it really isn't a big deal.

I am now taking a break in between jobs. It is a well deserved one where I can finally have some head space and not think about work at all. I really don't like the workplaces of today. Even when one is not working, it is pretty much expected that everyone can be contactable in one way or another using e-mail, sms or handphone.

The vacations of today are no longer like the vacations of yesteryear when people can go off and be uncontactable foe a week or two to rest and have fun. Nowadays, even overseas on holiday, a person can expect a few smses and urgent e-mails to attend to. It really puts a huge dampener on the enjoyment. No wonder so many of my friends are stressed out and have at one time or another taken a break or breaks from jobs. I now fully understand that this is the only time when there is absolutely no stress and disturbance.

The only thing is, I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I need to work in order to be fed and to fulfill my obligations.

I am grateful for the break though… I just wish it could be slightly longer.

I haven't blogged here in months.

Hmm, I haven't blogged in this account for months. So why the heck am I still keeping this account? Beats me I guess.

Work has overtaken my whole life. I am struggling to get some balance.

Family wise, things are pretty much ok except for the occasional temper tantrum from my dad. He still thinks he is the "head" of the family, which is kinda pathetic because he is living off everyone else and pretty much is a charity case. His megalomania surprises me. He can drive off with JL's car without nary a word and complain to anyone who'll listen how miserably his daughters treat him... that from a man who's always been self-centered and hasn't done a decent day's work in decades. A man who'll get into debt and expect his family to pay it off. A man who never gave a cent for my education but has the gall to take money from me as if it were an entitlement.

As usual, he will make noise and complain to everyone else... and make life occasionally living hell for everyone... except for me. He does not dare to complain to me simply because if he whines, I have only one way to respond; cut off his allowance. So he toes the line when I am around which is good. Because I think in his heart of hearts... he does know. He just wants to live in denial a little longer instead of facing up to the fact that he is an abject failure.

I thank god that except for the occasional complaint, I have pretty much accepted the reality of being me. The responsibilities and the obligations.

Jubes

Moving on yet again

My life since the last post has taken on a surreal quality to it.

The new job has since become an old one and I am currently looking for a new position. I am really surprised at how people who are seemingly experienced professionals can behave in a way that can only be described as totally nonsensical. There is no closure for me but I will move on as fast as I can without dwelling on stuff.

Oh well, I guess people who dish out don't receive their just desserts well and will do things for petty revenge + whatever odd thing that goes on in their minds. I am not totally innocent. I can be horribly vindictive when wronged but in this situation I have taken the tough decision to be as honorable as poosible.

Personally, I am prone to mood swings but S says that I am merely human and I need time to heal. Drats. And I had thought that insofar as work is concerned, I have become close to superhuman.....

My social life has been reduced to the minimum. Friends have been kind enough to cheer me up but I guess, I do need to mope a bit. Being too strong takes a toll on the spirit.

:)

Updates on my life

Hmmm…. So what has been new in my life?

I FINALLY had a breather at work. I finally had weekends where I could sleep. Of course, it was achieved at a price. I finally blew up at the boss.

Why did I do it? Because I could, and because I decided to mirror his actions that I found offensive, albeit in an unexpected way.

Sighz…. People who dish out at others can’t take their own medicine, and I certainly don’t want to point it out too blatantly.

Of course, it was very childish of me. I had thought I had tamed that unpredictable streak of vindictiveness. Apparently not. Stress + lack of sleep + unreasonable demands + people not keeping their word = release of my wicked doppelganger. MAJOR SIGHS…

And I feel a bit guilty about thinking that well, the shock to the system was well deserved… and I feel guilty about NOT feeling guilty. *gasp* God help me tame this vindictive streak of mine. I scare myself sometimes at my potential for evil. I apologized for the action to the boss of course, I have no excuse, but he got my message that I am not budging on the unreasonable timelines and “arrows” thrown at me in public. What, do I look like a doormat to you?

Of course the same unpredictable streak is also responsible for my bursts of unexpected genius. Whether or not it was acknowledged, I dunno. But I am fully aware that I have saved some arses at work.

My friends ask whether or not I fear for my job… Surprisingly, no. While my actions were childish, they were justified and far more effective than a simple feedback. My OB markers at work have been carved into the hippocampus of my boss.

It helps that money isn’t all that important to me… *gasp!* Could that be true?

Surprisingly yes!!!!! All the years of meticulous planning and saving on my part have given me a safety net.

Go figure. this isn't like me.

STOP harassing me you Lesbo/Butch

Ahem, I only just realised this morning something about what the lesbian/Butch (henceforth to be known as LB) said. She told me 2 days ago that she found out about my resignation through my blog. Heck? how'd the hell did she know that? My open blog said nothing about me leaving at all.

Being the supremely dumb person at the time, I thought that someone had blabbed and naturally, I didn't like that. Anyway, this morning... EUREKA! ... or more truthfully... SHITTTTEEE!!!@#!#@!#@! it hit me... the LB had found her way into this blog.... my "closed" blog where only my closest friends are told to come. Dammit... dammit dammit...

But wait a minute, why not turn it into my own advantage? I mean, I certainly can't tell the LB off in person in full view of my soon to be ex-colleagues and good friends. And, while I want to get my point across, I am not mean enough to turn LB persona-non-grata in her own workplace lest it comes back and hit me as bad karma. At least... NOT YET.

So here is the unvarnished truth. If LB had indeed found her way here and is hurt by my words, so much the better. At least, she will bloody well know to stop harassing me and leave me alone.

1. I am NOT GOOD FRIENDS with LB
2. I am NOT CLOSE to LB. That's only wishful thinking on her part.
3. I don't like LB. She is creepy and wierd.
4. I don't like LB. I think she is either a lesbian or a sex-change operation wannabe.
5. I don't like LB. She keeps making passes at me although I have told her to "Fuck off"
6. I hate LB for making use of our mutual friend to try to get close to me. My views have not changed. I do not want to go out with you. I do not want you to "treat" me to dinner, I do not want to travel with you and most certainly, I do not want to keep in touch with you after I leave.
7. I also do NOT want to play internal mail tag with LB. STOP sending me "gifts" via internal mail. I don't want anything from you, NOT software, NOT french movies, NOT Cirque du Soleil stuff... NOT anything.
8. I want LB to leave me alone. She is scary.
9. I will delete and block LB once she is no longer my colleague.
10. I will remove her from my MSN, My e-mail as well as my phone. I will also not answer any of her calls and sms.
11. I want LB to stop harassing me. Isn't it clear that I am only trying to be professional and politically correct at work but I really really don't want to have anything to do with her at all?

LB, if you do not cease and desist... and you keep harassing me either directly or through our mutual friends... Even if it is something I will not want to do, I will personally see to it that everybody will know and think that you are some kind of whacko homosexual stalker... from your department to my department to wherever. So stop it. I am leaving.

Let me leave in peace... or forever suffer the consequences.

A Time for Action

For those of you close enough to me to know about this particular blog, instead of the more ‘open’ one at MSN Spaces, I am finally moving on with my life.

Yeah, I have a new job offer. One that I suspect is bigger than anything that I have done so far. One with a motley of opportunities both for earnings as well as for learning... ok, ok and in Bushfield's words.... performing.... Cheh... like I am a performing monkey liddat....

But, I digress.

I will miss my colleagues that have in the last few years become friends.
I will miss my gym and swimming kaki's
I will miss the people that I bitch to on MSN about work and the world in general.
I will miss the family like ambience in my current place.

Doing paperwork all the time is not for me. Writing minutes is the most tedious and boring job to do. But, I do it a lot. I also 'force' and 'manipulate' others for unpopular initiatives that "Waste Important Time". While I have no buy in myself, what real moral grounds do I have to make others do so. But do it I did and leading by example, I tried. I did well, but I absolutely hated it and it made me miserable. I realised that in my small way, I do have the strength of will to make people do things, but I would rather they choose to follow me than to be coerced into it. Forcing people to do things that they don't like and does not benefit them takes a chunk out of me emotionally.

I guess in a nutshell. I think my job is damned tedious and boring BUT I like the people and environment.

So I must go. Like a big fish that has outgrown its pond, I must swim on to a river and mayhaps to a bigger lake. I have outgrown this place, with it's friendly smiles and laid-back people, it's all good but job wise, I am unfulfilled. If I am honest with myself, I have too much spare capacity. Not so much in terms of time... but plenty to spare in terms of brain juices and abilities.

Life has its trade-offs, of course, I am trading stability and comfort (and boredom) for exciting new opportunities that come with higher risks (and better pay!).

And so... I go.

Friday Beach Party

4th August 2006

In all honesty, I have absolutely no idea what possessed me to agree to a night out with S. Firstly, the fact that it was a corporate function for a financial company would have set my alarm bells ringing, which in fact, it did. Next, there was the dubious fact that I needed to turn up only at 8.15pm on a Friday night. Alright, ok. I made myself go because I felt that I was getting a tad bit too hermetic, even for my own liking. Plus, I needed to make new friends anyway.

So there I was… waiting with S in front of Spizza at Harbourfront, wishing for the life of me that I hadn’t agreed to come. It was almost 9pm and her friend C had only just reached. Great… so there were supposed to be 5 of us and the 2 hosts. That makes it 7 people squeezed into a tiny car. God bless *dripping sarcasm*. It didn’t help that the ladies were all dressed up for a party, when all S said to me was, yeah, sandals are fine… when I specifically told her that I was going to wear a T-shirt and culottes. Oh well, I guess I knew the implied dress code for the beach party, but in my own way, simply refused to conform to it.

The trip into Sentosa went well, considering that the security guard merely waved us in despite being able to see us 6 ladies and our “pimp” (I am going to refer to C*****n as this henceforth) squeezed in the car. Tanjung Beach itself looked good. The live band was from Wala-wala at Holland V, so the quality was never in question. The bar didn’t stinge on the drinks. The bourbon tasted like bourbon… not some watered down version and they did indeed serve decent bubblies… (champagne).

By right, all should be fine and dandy, except for the sinking feeling in my stomach. I really really don’t enjoy social situations… urgh… I hate them in fact. My back was aching from sitting hunched over the PC for too many hours on end, I was very tired and wanted nothing more than to crawl into my bed to sleep.

Still, I was a good sport. I mingled around, met a couple of fund managers from all over, chatted people up… mostly with the men and boozed aplenty. I think I overdosed on the booze a little. I had maybe 2 bourbon cokes and several.. 5… or was it 6 glasses of champagne that night, way more than usual. I must have been high for I found myself being literally dragged to the dance area by the pimp. He kept stressing that humans are social creatures… and seriously, although I agree with that statement, I also know that humans must be comfortable before they can be sociable. Halfway through, my senses kicked in and I decided enough was enough. Dancing was not my thing… neither was the night life thingy.

Strangely enough, I had more conversations after that… with more men, again mostly fund managers and dealers. Go figure… anyway, most of them were pretty decent and could carry a conversation. I reckon things weren’t so bad…. Until I met E****d. Ugh. Now, that guy was a nightmare came true. Man, I was actually enjoying my conversation with this guy M**k on his job at U** when E****d came along with stinky fingers who tried to feel me up. Yikes!

Come on, it’s not as if he was a hunk. Personally, if I wasn’t so polite, I’d say he was a sorry looking sod. But there he was, with his thinly veiled propositions and sexual innuendoes. I rather think he was trying to get laid that night… Ugh.. distasteful to the extreme.

Still, I can be a class act when I choose to be. I simply pretended to be an idiot and not get his meaning.

All in all, it was a good night. It opened my eyes to a number of things which I had forgotten existed, simply because I kept away from it. And once realized… I know that I will keep away from such people even more.

As I did get home in the wee hours of the morning, my resolution to wake up early to go for a morning jog basically didn't work out. I didn't even wake up until 11am. even then it was to do a bit of my chores, buy my brunch and "plop"... back to bed I went. I finally managed to haul my ass back home in the late afternoon. Still, it wasn't all bad. I did drink a whole bottle of water before sleeping so I didn't suffer from too much of a hangover... merely an extended bout of sleepiness and a loose bladder. *hahaha*

One Chapter in my life closes

Sunday, 23 july 2006

Yesterday, I finally met up with K to close our joint bank account. I had been trying to speak to him since April about it. Initially, I had wanted to be friendly and still keep in touch as normal friends would and maybe to broach the subject tactfully and gently in one of our conversations.

Alas, it was not to be so. Perhaps it was a stroke of fate, because he was expecting it, or because of his own personal reasons, K decided to hide from me; not picking up any of my many phone calls (maybe once a week, or once a fortnight over the last 3 months), not replying my smses or my e-mails.

Until one fine day, my temper came to a boil and I snapped. I wrote him a very strongly worded e-mail which reflected exactly how I felt. I was angry, hurt and totally frustrated at his behavior. It took the e-mail being re-sent a few times before he deigned to reply. Why was he behaving this way, when all that has happened was simply, what he said he wanted in the first place?

He didn’t want us to continue as a couple and to stop doing all the stuff that we used to do together.
He wanted me to move on with my life.
He wanted us to remain friends.
And he got exactly that.

And then, he had to avoid me like the plague when I finally got it in my mind to move on. It was so transparent that he was avoiding me, although he said he wasn’t. I shouldn’t have asked really. Why ask a question when you know the answer but the words you hear will be a denial?

When we were at the bank, he was sniffing away and rubbing his nose. Normally, I am the one with the sensitive nose and flu prone. K is rarely ever so. I don’t know if I was being oversensitive, but he kept refusing to look at me. Maybe he was feeling sad, but I wouldn’t know. He doesn’t really share his thoughts and feelings with me anymore. I no longer know.

Anyway, we closed the account and divided the assets between us. I asked him if he wanted the sapphire + diamond ring back. He asked me to keep it. He asked me if I wanted the steel latch-ring back and I said it wasn’t the same. The steel ring was interesting but still costume jewellery. The sapphire ring was a very expensive item. In the end, he kept the steel ring and I kept the sapphire ring.

We walked out of the bank and K ran off, saying that his bus was coming. And without much fanfare, what was possibly my most serious relationship to date has finally come to an end. No more loose ends to tie-up.

Still, I spent half the day indoors, mopping up the tears that I thought had run dry. Perhaps, I still needed to mourn the relationship. For 6 months, the joint account was the only thing tying the two of us together. Closing it was like knocking in the last few nails to a coffin.

Of course, I know that life still goes on and, tomorrow will be another day.

The brown saga continues

The PR disaster is not letting up. It has in fact, gone overseas and slowly gaining momentum still.

The newspaper reply From K Bhavani, Press Secretary to the Minister, MICA on Mr Brown’s (mb) article and the subsequent suspension of his weekly Today satirical column on Friday continues.

It looks as though bloggers are making themselves heard, in the WWW, in the Global Media, if not in Singapore. I’ve already lost count of the comments of the bloggers on his blog. Technorati is also buzzing with postings on this incident. Needless to say, one search through Google and you’ll be literally lambasted. I suppose the 3 most “mainstream articles” online that I could find would probably be these 3.


http://www.globalvoicesonline.org/2006/07/06/government-protests-bloggers-column/

http://www.asiaone.com.sg/a1news/20060706_story7_1.html

http://www.rsf.org/article.php3?id_article=18208


Anyway, if mb does come up with the brown Tur Kwa T-shirts, I will definitely buy a few.

Here is a comic drawn by a blogger. So apt.

http://seijieiga.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_seijieiga_archive.html

And of course... the now famous... "Silent Nation" video by ms cloudywind, with Louis Koo as who else, mr brown.

TODAY has suspended mr brown's column

Poor Mr Brown, I just read about his suspension from his blog. This is such a nightmare!

Golly, from all the comments and blogs out there, the Singapore Blogosphere has well and truly exploded! TODAY and K Bhavani has sent out their non-committal replies to the responses of bloggers and/or ordinary Singaporeans.

Here are the excerpts:-


The reply from TODAY

Dear [ ]

Thank you for your feedback. We will not be publishing any correspondence on this issue. Shoud you feel strongly, you may want to wish to redirect your views to the source of the letter.

With regards.
[ ]
editorial assistant
did: [ ]
fax: 6534 4217
news desk: 6236 4888
email: [ ]@newstoday.com.sg



and here is the reply from MICA/ K Bhavani

Dear []

Thank you for your feedback.

Mr Brown gave his take on several issues in his column last week. I responded, on behalf of the Government, to his column as it was necessary to address these issues.

Yours sincerely
Bhavani

K BHAVANI
Press Sec To Minister and Director, Corporate CommunicationsDepartment
Organisation Management Division
Ministry of Information, Communications and the Arts
6837 9865 6 6837 9837
www.mica.gov.sg

Creative People, Gracious Community, Connected Singapore

Needless to say, the blogosphere exploded.
The blackout in the newspapers, the Mr Brown column's suspension and the non-committal replies have made many bloggers angry at the government and MICA, especially Ms Bhavani in particular. Even the MICA tagline has been lambasted.

Some have accused the government of not practising what they preach.

I see that the voices of dissent on the internet are building and growing in momentum. Valid comments from concerned people have not been published (the irate and nonsensical ones, pls ignore) and therefore things are likely to build up. Unhappiness at the government, in seemingly unrelated issues will all be sucked into this quagmire if some big shot doesn't stand up to quell them in a sensitive and decisive manner. Preferably quickly too.

Otherwise, the 4 million smiles campaign may end up as 1.332 million frowns, 1.668 million "bo chaps"/"no choice" straight faces and 1 million "I am service personnel /Civil Servant" smiles lacking in sincerity.

God forbid that we have another "NKF saga" right before the Annual Meetings of the IMF & World Bank Governors. Horrendous, horrendous. I actually see the analogy here.

"What started out as an article on golden taps became a scandal over CEO remuneration and corporate governance that brought Singapore's Richest Charity to its knees."

"What started out as a satire on Singapore life could just become a tipping point for the unhappiness of "downtrodden","stressed out" overworked" citizens leading to [your guess is as good as mine]."

Oh my, what a tangled web we weave. MICA should have left the Friday article well enough alone. The reply highlighted the "Mr brown" article 100 fold and started the backlash that is now continuing to snowball. The invisible hand is no longer invisible and I see resentment and hear it too.

There are many ways MICA ccould have handled the matter. A discussion, an official letter to the editor/mr brown etc. Instead, they chose one of the most high-handed and public ways. So ugly. Such a PR disaster.

poor mr brown

Whoa, the SG blogosphere is well and truly alive this last 2 days over the MICA reply to the usual Friday article by Mr Brown. Well, I guess nothing I can write can beat the comments and the associated sites (check out the youtube movie in the comments section) being added to Mr Brown's blog. Go read it yourself.
http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2006/07/letter_from_mic.html#comments

This is his article that drew the ire of the SG gahmen, or more specifically, MICA.
http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2006/07/today_sporeans_.html

TODAY papers and MICA have yet to make any replies as I make this posting although it seems pretty clear that they would have been flooded with replies, both reasonable and irate from readers, bloggers and SGeans alike. Interesting is it not, the way the media in SG is able to make blackouts like this? Sometimes, it is for a good reason. I hope an important lesson and realization comes out of this.

I'm just sitting here observing the happenings with interest.
I am like many of the multitudes of people, affected by the price increases.
I am thankful that unlike many others, I am able to weather the increases better but I guess I am not really happy about it.

Which is why I totally empathize with mrbrown.

PS. Mr Miyagi has added the video in his blog. Bloggers are so inventive... and quick!

Under the weather, followed by a big fight.

My body decided to give up on me last Saturday. I ended up with a major migraine and nausea. I couldn't eat. I ate merely a few bites of my dinner, a painkiller and water, all of which I promptly threw up along with the vile tasting contents of my stomach. Oh well, let's look at the silver lining in this. At least I'll be losing a little bit of weight. It may not be the best way, but it sure is pretty effective,

I couldn't even play with my baby niece as much as I wouldd have liked. All my body wanted to do was sleep and my brain felt literally as though it was being hacked into pieces. I was tossing and turning, trying to sleep, while at the same time, the pain prevented me from sleeping. At last, I managed to sleep... only to wake up to an argument in the morning with no.4 sister.

I wonder, was I ever as selfish as her? Granted, there were many days when I felt bitter and unappreciated, and probably many many days in my youth when I was unhappy and self-centred. I still feel that way occasionally but most days... when I am not bitching about it, I'd feel pretty okay about myself. No.4 sister was complaining that our parents didn't want her in the house. She claimed that they were always trying to get rid of her or yelling at her to do things (household chores) while they would never yell at sister no.5 when the chores are her duty. She accused the family members of favouritism, of liking no.5 sister better.

That got me pretty irritated. Sister no.5 is generally a nicer person than sister no.4. Also, No.5 has to tolerate the antics of our plenty unreasonable parents (and siblings!) more often than the rest of us. No.4 really had no right to say such things. There she was, accusing others of favortism when she ... herself was VICTIMIZING someone else.

So in my usual blunt way, I told no.4 that well, she wasn't adding value to any of their lives. She was too calculative and did only the bare minimal and when doing even the minimum, she MUST make at least ONE sarcastic comment at the parents or no.5 in the process. That is why she isn't well liked.

Of course, that was a hugely bad decision. No.4 blew up big time after she heard this. Well, I told her that she was slapping herself. ON the one hand she was advising me not to be so sour about having to support the parents when she doesn't do it herself. And not to expect them to appreciate my sacrifices. And on the other hand, she was being sour just because the parents ask her to do some housework? And because of some yelling and measly housework... she is telling me she is unappreciated?? Duh?? Herrow... your double standards very funny-lah. I am sometimes unhappy over a real situation. One that affects my pocket long term and my future and there you are, griping about housework? Poadah! Why don't you just finish the stupid chore and people will stop yelling at you??

Her retort was that well, not all the laundry was hers and so why should she be doing it. And my retort was to list out all the times when she was young that I had to wash and iron her clothes, as well as clean toilets during my breaks from Uni. Why did I do it? because if I didn't, she wouldn't do it either and she knew it and her dirty laundry will pile up and what I didn't say was ... she will end up wearing no.5's uniform because she didn't have any clean ones left! I kept my mouth shut on that one because it will only set her off.

She came back with the retort that she never complained if I forgot, because it wasn't my duty to do her personal chores for her and that her issue with everyone is that they make negative assumptions about her character. And I was like? Herrow, people make assumptions about your character based on YOUR OWN PAST ACTIONS. No.4 is generally a slob who doesn't clean up after herself. I still occasionally have to do her laundry for her in the rare times when I go home. She does have a tendency to mess up the room and toilets and THAT"S the reason why people think she is responsible for messing up the house.

How's about that? A blow by blow account of an argument with a sister. Needless to say, in terms of facts, I won... I always do... and that makes no.4 more defensive and unwilling to listen to me. It was a bad decision overall... but I guess, with the remnants of a headache, I was tired of no.4's whinging and I went for the jugular. I'll admit it, my horrendously bad temper and sharp tongue could have been held back a bit more. I guess I was frustrated at no.4's blanket accusations.

Anyways, I told no.3 about the matter. No.3 agreed with me as well and we spent a good part of the day cheering me up with the cute antics of the baby niece. God, I love the baby. :)

Of being tired and disengaged.

I am so sick and tired of doing the things I do. Sometimes, I have this odd feeling that I plan too well for the future that I neglect the here and now... and neglect MY needs. My need to be appreciated, to be cared for and my need for the frivolous things in life.

I truly believe that in many ways I live a very regimental life. My weekdays in fixed time blocks are given to work. My weeknights are used for household chores, meeting up with people, exercise (I try) and sufficient sleep (rare). My weekends are alternately scheduled for time to spend with family and friends. I don't have enough ME time. Time where I can rest and do nothing, not think about family problem, not planning the future, not thinking about chores or work... that kind of quality ME time , to do whatever I want to do, guilt free. Heck, I don't even sleep late on Saturdays OR Sundays.

Whenever I start to feel the need for ME time. My travel bug will start to itch. I will want to go off into the big unknown and do my own thing.

Times like these makes me want to resign from my job and take a GAP year. Things aren't bad... I'm just in grave need of a sufficiently long break.

Cleaning out the Closets

I've been cleaning up the closets in my life. Not the literal ones... but rather, the figurative closets of emotions and relationships. There are relationships in my life that should be buried and gone. Then there are those that need to be processed and discarded.

I think I have developed too much baggage in my emotional closet. I need to unload.

Unfortunately, unloading often requires that the other person (be it a friend, family, acquaintance, whatever) cooperate with me.

Still, it is a necessary and worthwhile thing to do.

Being ill is never easy

Getting life back on track after a several days of tackling a persistent flu isn't easy. I'm not as efficient as I normally would be, neither am I as awake, despite my valiant attempts to be. I'm not getting it but still I try.

Someone in the office has sent me an article from the Korean Times for my causal reading. I wonder who that person is. I have read the article about company Unions but it really doesn't have any bearing on my current portfolio. Strange, the sender must know me in person. Otherwise, how would he know whom to address it to?

And why Korean Times? Why not something from the Straits Times or Today? Something that is spatially relevant? Why a Korean article? I don't work in Korea. I do not know many koreans... at least I do not count them as friends. And why me?

Strange. But then... stranger things have happened and continue to happen.

There is that blowout post that I wrote last week in my disgruntled attempt to come into grips with my temper over the actions of a very persistent Lesbian admirer. I believe the person has finally gotten it into her head that I do not like the attention I was getting and I believe that she has finally decided to leave me well alone.

Some of my friends find my "Love" problems fascinating and funny whilst others share my horror and disgust. I say it not without a measure of seriousness. Yes, I feel utter disgust at this person especially at her evasiveness when it came to admission of her preferences. Her actions were clear of course... it was that of a butch, a lesbian.... but the bugger refused to admit it. Said that she didn't identify??

What-the-f**k does you don't identify mean? It can either be a Yes, a NO or she's Bisexual. It cannot be "I don't identify". She's confused maybe.

I sought counsel from an openly Lesbian friend. Haiz... that was a lesson in futility.
YS came up with the answer that "u are too attractive liao... tats y she dun wan to give up". redundant.

I pray that butch isn't trying to cause an issue between a mutual friend and I. Our problems are our own and I think that putting a mutual friend in a difficult position is not the way. I am difficult, yes. But that is in response to her overtly friendly advances. Pulling out from volunteering in an event is not earth shattering enough to cause you to be issued with a warning letter from your boss. How do I know? I spoke to her boss today regarding the matter. HC was in no way angry. She was reasonable and asked for some time to get a replacement. All perfectly reasonable and aboveboard.

I asked SL what she would have done had she been in my shoes. After some consideration, I think she agreed that what I did was perfectly reasonable and standard protocol.

Anyway, I think this issue will continue to unfold further.