Wednesday, 16 July 2008

The F.O.U.R letter word!

wow, i just realised the word "four" actually have 4 alphabets in it.. ok, ok.. before u all think i have gone crazy, just try from one to ten, none of it actually represent the number of alphabets in it.. see, i have a point!

anyway, my intention was just to write about the significance of the four letter word in my life.. LIFE yeah, (the 1st 4 letter word) SUCK! (2nd) n my recent over used word is, FUCK! (3rd) although i was recently reminded by a friend not to over-use it, as its so not me, well, im so PISSed (4th) with everyone and everything right now.. n this phase that i'm going through in my life, as turned me to be real MEAN (5th).. maybe, i have always been.. nway, im glad to be mean rather than being a bitch!

n im also very COLD (6th) towards people.. i just cant go all smiling n make friends to everyone.. recently also been called stone cold :p with no emotions.. anyway, so at the end of the day, i always fall into the SNOB (7th) category...

talking about 4 letter words.. my name is one.. although im not gonna say it here, its the 8th one.. coincidentally my nick for this blog too is a 4 letter word.. LILO (9th).. n im actually dating a guy, who also has a 4 letter name (10th)...

n all my life, I always only had 4 friends at any one point of time in my life.. like, primary, secondary, uni n etc..

n the number I represent according to the numerology thing is actually 4 (1+3, 13 which is my birth day)

although the number 4 plays a big role in my life or at least lot of insignificant significance in my life.. number 4 is actually dreaded by a certain community.. they actually avoid this number in anything they do, like when buying car, house, no 4th floor in a building, n etc... because 4 in Chinese is pronounced as "SEI" which literally means DIE!

now, doesn't that explain myself very clearly??

By: 'lilo

Friday, 27 June 2008

Horns beneath my hallow

Yesterday a friend asked me this : “25 years of living, 10 of it you probably don’t remember much of – but the rest of the 15, have to ever done anything impulsive? Something exciting, dangerous and mischievous?” Something that when you look back, you smile and feel really happy about.

It could have been just a general question and I could have given a befitting general answer but somehow I just stopped to think. Really, in the past 25 years, do I have anything to look back on and say with awed satisfaction “Damn! I can’t believe I did that!” Or have I just gone with the flow and did what everyone says I should do or is the right thing to do. For instance, when the time came for me to make a decision about choosing what field to study in university (unfortunately I’m not one of those people who knew what they wanted to be since the age of three :P), I basically had 4 options : doctor, lawyer, engineer and accountant. Although my parents pretty much gave me the freedom to pursue anything I wanted, these four professions have always been the profession of choice among my community (especially doctor). Not wanting to disappoint my parents and grandparents and for lack of better options, I chose the lesser evil in my opinion and ended up in engineering.

Up to graduation, I have to say I just went along with “the right thing to do” which was to get that damn engineering degree! But once I was living the single, young working adult life, I have to say I’ve been discovering that I have little devil horns hiding beneath my hallow. So back to the question about have I done anything that was incredibly impulsive and mischievous- the little devil horns should give you a clue ;)


^Anya^

H.A.P.P.Y

I can’t believe it has been a month since I last blogged… although I never failed to check on updates in this blog everyday, but I just didn’t have time to write one myself… I’ve been extremely busy and stressful; or rather life has been a bitch...

Work has been very stressful… lack of manpower, deadlines, new senior-ship, blur junior, everything is taking a toll on me..

And life, hell yeah, that has been pretty stressful too.. Lack of sleep, relationship, family, blocked credit cards, the hole in my wallet, zero bank balance, recent price hikes… oh yeah, lack of menstruation too.. (Counting to 4 months now)

But I guess this is what makes my life interesting.. Without all these, life would be so boring.. The truth is, I’ll be too free to think… when I think a lot, I analyze the tiny miny details, I deliberate on unwanted issues, I pick up fight over nonsense.. Conclusion, I end up being sad…

So here I am, extremely HAPPY..

~ happy that I have no time to even feel bored

~ happy that I have no time to pick a fight with my mom/bf

~ happy that I don’t have time to think how’s my future going to be…

:) ,

‘lilo

Wednesday, 4 June 2008

For Real or Fake?

Did I mention that the hotel I'm staying at now serves a weird buffet breakfast? It's a cross between western and local Jamaican food and somehow the result is just plain weird. But anyway, that's beside the point. What I really want to tell you about is what happened during breakfast this morning.

A French guy asked me out for dinner!

Ok, ok, I shouldn't get ahead of myself. So there I was, minding my own business, having my mandatory morning cup of coffee (there is no life before coffee. period.), when this guy walks up to my table and asks if he could sit with me. I gave him a blank stare, half my mind wondering if I've met him before and the other half wondering if he's a sales person. So he asked me again. This time I declined saying I was about to leave to work. Than he whips out his business card - United Nations!- (I'm thinking to myself : Ok, so aparently I'm supposed to be impressed but this is interesting : A Frenchie working for the UN in Jamaica asking if he could sit at my table, so let's see what he has to say) Now when I think back, I think it was his French accent and not his UN business card that made me agree for him to join me for coffee.


One minute we were talking about work and the pros and cons of traveling and the next he was asking if I have dinner at the hotel. Of course I knew what his next question would be, so I told him I usually have dinner with my friends; indirectly saying "No, I'm not going to have dinner with you". And I have to give him credit, he actually got the subtle let down. He gave a laugh and said (in that nice French accent) "I was about to ask you out for dinner but anyway, how about you give me your business card instead?". Of course, I tactfully said no. French or not, somethings are better to be nipped in the bud.

Later, after he left, I looked at his business card again and something caught my eye. His e-mail address. It was a Yahoo e-mail address. Now, I may be wrong, but wouldn't someone who works for the UN have a UN e-mail address?

So was he really working for the UN, assigned to Jamaica on some important mission? Was he even really French? Or was he just a big fake?

~Anya~

Friday, 30 May 2008

Perfect Stranger..

We spent half (3/4 in my case) of our lives at office or school, but we could never get along with the people who we spent most of our time with. They simply play no significance in our lives that we tend to forget them, the moment we step out of the zone. But its amazing, how we suddenly bump this one new strange person and we get the feeling like we have known them all our lives and we would feel so safe to share all our life secrets.

I bumped into one recently.

I am not sure if I have mentioned this before in my previous posts, I am a very reserved person. I don’t make friends easily. I have never had more than 4 friends at any one point of time. Though this group of 4 friends changed gradually from primary to secondary to uni, but I have always been very attached to this friends. These are the people who know me like the back of their hand.

I can never start a conversation with a stranger. I could remain without speaking a word even if I’m jailed with a stranger for days if I want to. The best effort that I always make when I’m in a similar situation is to fake a smile. You know the kind of smile where you try to stretch your face muscle to reach the ears and it immediately returns to its original position in a split of second. Yeah, that’s the one. I’m constantly called or named snobbish for behaving in such away. But seriously, it’s something beyond my control. That’s my nature.

Anyway, back to my story. Yeah, I bumped into this one guy recently. I just had an opportunity to spend some time with him for merely 2 days. What surprises me till now is, I really don’t know I got along so well with him in those 2 days. Amazingly there was no ice to break, we just talked and talked and talked and became good friends. Just to stress the fact, there wasn’t any flirting involved, no sparks, no chemistry; it was a pure, platonic relationship. At the end of the 2 days, we were actually sitting at a corner of a road, eating ice cream, sharing our little secrets and laughing our hearts out.

He’s gone to wherever he came from. But I’m still amazed that I met him.

By: ‘lilo

Tuesday, 27 May 2008

Evolution part II

technology has evolved so much that im actually blogging from my mobile.. N d best thing is, it doesnt cost me a cent to do it :) i still remember our uni days, where 1st we were restricted by service providers to send sms to certain numbers.. Then we had to restrict ourselves from sending a sms considering d amount we paid..
Its amazing to think back how we actually survived during those time.. It sounds so ice age now..
Im right now at ritz carlton, calling my bf at india to make sure he has woke up, blogging, n facebooking on my mobile..
Just to rewind back few years of my life, i was at a stucked up place called skudai, shouting at my friends room windows asking wats for lunch n saving that one sms cost n constantly dealing wit tongkangs :p
Im sure my frens will laugh reading tis :)

Friday, 23 May 2008

Career Crossroad

Arghhhhhhhhh

I never thought it will be this hard!!!

Yesterday, as per my previous blog entry.. i got first-hand talk on what is going to happen in my department and the organization next week from a very senior and a dear colleague of mine.

Basically i got offered a new role in a new team (to be formed next week) with a new boss (who is the nicest boss i've known and respect greatly).

All exciting right? Wrong!!

That's cos as of March 2008, i have already decided once and for all (or so i thought) that i will leave LHD and i started applying.. And although i still have a looong list of companies i have yet to apply, i did managed to secure 2 companies interested in hiring me over the past month. Nothing great but better than nothing lah :)

So anyway, on Monday this week, i turn down one offer coz i was eagerly waiting another offer which i thought will be offered to me in 2-3 weeks IF im successful.

And today, just before lunch time, i get a call from that place offering me. The even dangled the "team lead" role in front of me, though the package is good overall but i think we can work on that.. ;-) But i had to be honest with them and i told them about my current situation at work, my future role and future team change and possibly another raise..

The guy was nice enough to tell me they can work on the package still.. (yet another carrot) :P

And then just as i was back from lunch, the manager approaches me again to have a chat.. He tells me more details. And then he says, my allowance, my raise etc can be fixed within a matter of days once the official announcement is out next week.

Since this was my mentor-friend, i told him some parts about my offer just hours before.. We had a looong talk and in the end he says "You need to do wishful thinking over the weekend".
Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He is right, i shouldn't be swayed by 'carrots dangled' but at the same time, im not even sure if im ready to lead people! I am ambitious and i tend to want things fast but how fast is good enough??

By Wednesday, i need to give my answer to the other company and by Tuesday to my current workplace..

I never thought i'll come to my very own 'major career crossroad' such as what im facing today... :( i am so at a loss..

Oh the pains of growing up!! Arrgh..

Going Mad,
Margie