YAY!!! Right?

My bestie Mike is getting hitched mid next year!

The first wedding that I WANT to go for, otherwise it's usually just a 'have to' thing.

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I wish that time would just >pause< itself for a moment.

Where did the year go?

So much behind me which I haven't analysed, so many things I want that I haven't planned for.

Resolute to Resolute

Lord, help me put a bridle on my tongue, pen and keyboard.

Thank you.

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And oh, if you could make my hair grow a little longer a little faster, that'd be great too.

Happy time!

Christmas back home was awesome.

I cried on the plane back to KL.

Worked today, it helped a little bit (who says this kinda stuff right? Work? Help? Hah!).

On duty this Sunday so am off on Friday and Saturday.

Need to finish a freelance feature by this weekend - so lazy, don't feel motivated at all.

Need to prepare for the career fair talk. I don't think I am looking forward to it but I'm not sure exactly how I feel about it because I haven't had much time to think about the matter.

I need a haircut - my dad, mom and sis said so.

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Dad said he'd support me if I decided to pursue my Masters.

He also put forward the possibility of not spending RM60k ++ on another certificate but instead put it towards a business venture.

I don't know what to do. What would you do?

One more sleep!

Buffalo horde of 'things I have to do' has made me a very agitated journo of late.

Had to re-edit articles for my pullout due to lack of space - it was reduced from eight to four pages - that's HALF!

Final touches to stories I've been working on, need to submit before the holidays.

Chasing rabbits for a story that was supposed to come out on a certain day but didn't because SOMEONE (not me) forgot, resulting in my being poked from both ends (editors and clients). Story came out days later, but horribly edited and rearranged. Very heartbroken about that.

Participated in the Amnesty-International letter-writing marathon! Submitted only a measly total of two letters and six postcards (did it all in one hour!).

Last minute Christmas shopping, have I mentioned that I HATE shopping for my dad?

Attended a two-day health reporting workshop that was AMAZING. I got to wear scrubs and go into an operation theatre and see blood and poking and knives and everything (for those who have facebook, photos are there)!

Haven't packed to go home yet - flying off tomorrow night!

Haven't wrapped the presents.

Need to do laundry and clean the room before I go.

Feeling quite awful because I booked our tickets really early (in Oct I think), and Moobs' parents and sister are in Langkawi and aren't going to be home when we get back.

Need to finish a feature story - legal freelance work.

Need to work on a presentation - I've been assigned to give a talk on journalism to a bunch of youngster at an education fair (in early January), and feel that I am faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrr *echoes* from being qualified.

If it wasn't for Christmas, I'd hate this time of the year.

Something called Ethics

Yes, this is going to be a preachy blog post.

I believe, naive as I am, that everyone should adhere to a certain level of decency ministered by no one and nothing but their own conscience.

It is not about self-censorship nor society's perception on morality and what is accepted.

It goes beyond that; that you and I are people, and ideally, if possible, we shouldn't harm each other (what 'harm' consists of is debatable).

We respect each other, and each other's rights.

Like how I respect your right to opinion, and to express that opinion.

As we journalists say - "I may not agree with what you say, but I will fight for your right to say it."

I will never say "How could you write that?" or "Take that blog post down!".

I will, however ask, "Do you really mean it?" and "What purpose does it serve?"

And I can but only hope that you didn't (mean it).

But if you do, at least have the balls to admit that you intended to do it. That is was a considered action, not a 'by the way' incident.

At least hypocrisy wouldn't be on the list.

I Zen Myself.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Forgot what was it I wanted to say.

*looks at title*

Oh yaa.

Moobs lost a RM3,299 Nokia phone last weekend.

He dropped it in the cab and we managed to find out what the guy's mobile number, car plate and taxi registration number was.

So first attempt at getting it back to was to call the fellow lah.

He answered the call but denied he had it and then hung up on us. After that, his phone was off.

So I called my colleague who's a crime reporter and asked him what to do. He said to make a police report since I had all the guy's details and the cops should be able to nab him.

So we go make police report lah in a ulu police station.

We painstakingly waited for the cop to type out the story (he a bit slow plus made a lot of mistakes) and after he printed it out, told us we had to go to ANOTHER police station with the report and show it to his boss, a sergeant or something.

So we went lah to that place which was about 2km deep into some housing area, they got a cop patrol car to send us.

Now note that this was almost 11pm at night.

We went to that station, went into the guys room where he told us that we should solve this ourselves. Meet the guy, confront him, and solve it ourselves.

FRIGGIN' SHIT ARE YOU FRIGGIN' KIDDING ME WE SPENT ALLLLLLLLLL THAT TIME FOR YOU TO TELL US TO SOLVE IT OURSELVES?

And then after that, we had to walk and walk and walk because cabs don't go into that area and it was dodgy and Moobs was so scared that he told me that I was to sprint if he told me to, no questions asked.

I thought he was siaw (crazy) but oh well love's like that I suppose.

Anyhow, I've called the cab company - waste my money only - and threatened them with my journo powers but to no avail. They said it's not their responsibility.

While I would love to go down there to hunt that cab driver down and give the company a piece of my mind and my spit (yes, I am capable of disgusting action), I know it'd be wasted effort and just hope that karma gets them back.

In the meantime while waiting for karma to take place, my friend's making me feel better by calling and sending the taxi guy rude messages.

He called the cab guy, told him he needed a ride from somewhere and then asked him if his taxi services included providing chicken.

Clive, you are the absolute awesomest prankster friend I have!

LOOOOOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Moobs gave me my first Christmas present this year (he has generously bought me a few and dispenses them as the day draws near).

THIS!




I've felt a bit empty since I finished the Marley & Me (lovely book) and have been desperately scouring bookstores for another doggy book.

Ended up with a hoax doggy book A Dog's Life by Paul Bailey (90% him, 10% his dog) which was extremely dissapointing. Got it at a warehouse sale so cost me only RM10. Not too big a loss at least.

Anyhoo, I LUUURRRRVVESSS this one.


(But Moobs, my present is still going to kick ass!)

A quick note before work

Friend's father passed away suddenly on Saturday of a heart attack.
Visited yesterday.
So near Christmas.
Time waits for no one.
Neither do loved ones.

UK? Australia?
Working visa, student visa?
Masters? Scholarship? Money? Dad?
Loved ones can't wait.

Air-conditioning.
Sore throat.
Impending work.
Dreams about impending work,
And about all my teeth dropping like leaves in autumn for no reason while I wandered around a shopping mall looking for a dentist to help me but since I couldn't pronounce my words properly no one could understand me.
I hate death.



P/S This is not an attempt at poetry. As to what it is, please refer to title.