Love is like…a what?
April 23, 2009
I was having lunch with a bunch of colleagues today, when I remembered this ”Love-is-like-waiting-for-a-bus-analogy’ and brought it up.
The analogy was sent in an e-mail by Duncan sometime ago, in our loop. I can’t seem to find the e-mail anymore, try as I might, so I thought I’ll just google it.
…and found at least 4 blogs that have written a post based on this analogy. And there’s even 2 version to the analogy, one with proper English, and the other that seems to have been Malaysian-ised.
Since I appreciate proper English, let me post the one with the proper English.
Has Your Bus Arrived Yet?
Love is just like someone waiting for a bus. When the bus comes, you look at it and you say to yourself “ooh…so full….no more available sit“. “I’ll wait for the next one”. So you let the bus go and waited for the second bus. Then the second bus came, you looked at it you say, “eew…this bus is so old…so shabby!” So you let the bus leave and again, decided to wait for the next bus. After a while another bus came, it’s not crowded, not old but you said, “eeee…not air-conditioned …better wait for the next one”. So again you let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus. Then the sky started to get dark as it is getting late. You panicked and jumped immediately inside the next bus. It is not until much later that you found out that you had boarded the wrong bus! So you wasted your time and energy waiting for what you want! Even if an air-conditioned bus comes, you can’t ensure that the air-conditioned bus won’t break down ! or whether or not the airconditioner will be too cold for you. So people… wanting to get what you want is not wrong. But it wouldn’t hurt to give other person a chance, right? If you find that the “bus” doesn’t suit you just press the red button and get off the bus!(as simple as that!)
Anyways, if you’ve gotten this far to reading through that analogy, I’ll come to the point of this post. I actually intend to highlight some rather funny comments made by my colleagues throughout this whole time.
I started the conversation by saying “Have you heard of the analogy of ‘Love is like waiting for a bus’?”
And some of them replied “Waiting for bus in which country?”. “Waiting for a bus in Malaysia and other countries are very different experiences.”
That caught me off guard, and everyone was laughing. After a few moments of thinking, I answered, “Ok Ok, waiting for bus in Malaysia.”
And then I told the whole analogy above.
Another colleague (who apparently takes the bus quite often) chimed in, “You know, waiting for bus in Malaysia is actually like this. You wait for a bus to come, and one comes by. By the time you think carefully if the bus passes by your place, it would’ve been gone. Then another one comes by, and you just jump in, and later discover that it’s not going where you want to. You look through the back mirror, and discover that there’s 3 buses reaching the bus stop at the same time, all going where you want to go!”
Another round of laughter ensues.
In the end, I just said, “The best thing to do is just work hard, earn enough money to buy a car, and just drive around as you like.”
My 40-year-old-mother-of-3 colleague says, “Correct correct, means when you have a lot of money, you can get a good girlfriend, right?”
Of course, I do not think of all girls as being that way, and it was only a crude joke, but there are some cases where the above-mentioned statement have proven to be true.
Another time, another life
April 19, 2009
Weekends are God-sent.
Only if you know how to make the best of it, that is. And this weekend was nothing short of fulfilling and enjoyable.
Friday night was spent at Ali Yaa with the peeps from office, with Kumaran and Thana’s antics all night long, awesome tasting beer and whiskey, a live band with the crooner looking suspiciously familiar from the office, and not to mention bumping into a beautiful lady who’s a friend of a friend of a friend who eventually became a friend, and left the guys at the table gaping and drooling after that. Thana showed his Indian blood side that night, after downing a series of drinks closed to 6 or 7 shots as his birthday treat (after 3 pints of beer), did not puke in my car afterward, and managed to walk up to his house. And simultaneously earning my respect for doing that (or not doing that, if you’re talking about puking).
The whole Saturday was spent with the Gombak gang, which has always been a fun affair. Trevor thinks this time was extra enjoyable, and true to the nature of his job, tried to analyze why. Boo-hoo to you guys who could not make it.
But then again, my idea of relaxing is sitting down somewhere for hours with a drink at hand, so there we were at Italiannies for close to 4 hours or more, giving Dayana a chance (which she never took) with the cute waiter there, and Trevor and Navin downing close to 6 or 7 cans of Pepsi Light per person. That was heavenly.
Melissa announced that she’s getting engaged soon, and married early next year. And the date coincides with Joanne’s wedding, which of course poses a problem there. Boy oh boy, I’ve gotta figure something out.
One day of the weekend is as usual, reserved for squash. That was done today, and I’ve successfully spent all my pent up energy from the whole week. Such a fun game.
See? Twas a fun weekend. 🙂
Bookworm
April 12, 2009
I am in seventh heaven. I have not one, not two, not three, but SIX new books to read!
Those who know me will know that I’m an avid reader but can’t bring myself to spend RM 30 or slightly more for only one (1) new book from your normal bookstore. Therefore, I usually end up either borrowing from people or buying them from 2nd hand bookstores or clearance sales, where the books are more often than not already yellow-ish in color.
Today was supposed to be about spending a quiet afternoon trolling the flea market in Amcorp Mall, but instead I found cheap books. Nearly dirt cheap NEW books, for a fraction of the normal price. That is, if you’re like me and you don’t mind reading from a myriad of authors, instead of only looking for books from your favorite authors.
With the shop name of BookXcess and a tagline of ‘Read more for less‘, this place is sure to be a steal for book lovers.
Total damage done today for 6 books? Approximately nearly RM 70! And 2 of them were hardcovers too.
So if you’re looking for fresh new books to read, head on over to Amcorp Mall at the topmost floor, and treat yourself to some brand new books at amazing prices. 🙂
If you look at it from another perspective
April 7, 2009
The following records the conversation between me and that someone who simply never fails to dumbfound me at times with the way she replies.
He says: I’m stressed up today
He says: too many issues that I can’t resolve
He says: aih
He says: wanna bite my arms d
She says: hahahhha
She says: ur arms??
She says: nah
She says: go bite choc
She says: ehhehe
He says: Aaaaaaaa dun have now
He says: haha
He says: act i’m craving for something sweet now
He says: dunno
He says: why
He says: i am not knocked up also
He says: sigh
He says: haha
She says: hahaah
She says: well
She says: i’m sweet!!!
He says: hahaha
He says: ROFL
She says: did i just came to ur rescue by msg-ing u?>
He says: hahahaha
He says: yes yes
He says: u make me happy
He says: n there’s something sweet
He says: goodness
He says: i never looked at it in this way
He says: hahaha
He says: *faints*
He says: i shud just blog abt this
She says: hahaahhahaahahahaha
He says: how to interpret words differently
She says: adoi
She says: cant believe u actually layan my lameness also
He says: what am i supposed to do?
He says: say ‘ha ha, lame?’
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On another note, thank you so so much Trevor for giving me my first experience in watching the F1 race live. On the 11th (or is it 12th?) year of F1 in Sepang, I finally had the chance to step foot in the circuit to catch the race up, close and personal. And boy, what a race it was. The rain might have cut short the race, but have most certainly added to the excitement of seeing these highly powerful racing machines racing along, and then spinning out of control when it begins to pour. The crowd was definitely a sadistic bunch, cheering when the cars spun out of control, clutching on to their camera phones and cameras (including yours truly) to hopefully capture pictures or video of a spectacular crash.
But alas, there was none.
You bet I’ll be looking forward to future opportunities to go again, especially if I have an awesome seat with a vantage point like this one.
To put bread on the table
March 22, 2009
If we Asian-ized the saying above, it’d probably be to put rice on the table.
Oh oh, before we proceed further, ADVERT TIME!. I’m not exactly sure how many female readers I have, any how many of them actually shop online, but please do check out Alicia’s all new blog online shoping blog, mysassytank. I’m not quite sure why the blog is called so, but I can be sure that the clothes there are pretty alright (can’t tell for sure, because I don’t shop online) and I can pretty much imagine some ladies that I know looking good in what’s on sale there. So go, go!
Disclaimer: The following only represents the author’s view, and should not be taken all in blindly, but rather digested with a pinch of salt.All thoughts are expressed from 1st person P.O.V.
1. There will be more frustration than satisfaction when I’m at the bottom. I should attempt to be optimistic and derive the good from all the bad.
2. Being pro-active should come naturally. And if I’ve tried being pro-active but have been denied the opportunity, well at least I’ve tried.
3. To be courteous to all I am working with, regardless of their level in the organization. For I’ll never know when I need their help one day.
4. When being asked to deliver something, be it to the co-worker or manager, I shall put myself in their shoes, and think about what they would’ve wanted. That way, I don’t have to revise my work many times to meet their requirement.
5. There is not many black or white distinction in the working world. Not everything is outlined properly and documented. I shall not ask if whether I should pick up a phone call after 6 P.M, but rather think about people’s perception towards me if I do pick it up, or not. Therefore, I should use my common sense in issues with no clear divider.
6. I am young, energetic, and have no commitment. I can take on the extra workload. I will most definitely learn from it. And maybe if karma exists, one day some young energetic youth will take part of my workload when I’m old, tired and with plenty of commitments.
7. I will be confident and direct with my opinion, providing I know what I am talking about. Don’t beat around the bush, pity the bush.
8. I shall not dwell upon what has happened, or who’s to blame. The key word here will be ‘Alright, moving forward…‘
Personally, I feel fortunate to have met people who have guided, taught and influenced my way of work and career development so far. It may not be perfect,orthodox or right for the matter, but life’s a learning process,and we’re given a brain to think, yes?
It’s ridiculous
March 9, 2009
As Eu Jin would phrase it, “It’s like God dangling a carrot with a high tension power cable tied to it.”
And Jas says, ” Its like marshmallows on a skewer on a grill and He expects you to pluck it out without any gloves on when the marshmallow is melting.”
Actually that kinda happened on Saturday night. The marshmallow part. Well, not really-lah. Navin left the marshmallow to burn, and it came out charred. As he was trying to pluck away the charred part, the internal goey stuff came out and got stuck on his pants. Good times Navin, good times.
There was that time, when you’ve just ended your last relationship, you will subconsciously form this image of the next girl you want to date. Probably not so much on the inside, but rather on the physical outlook of her, and half of the time, it’s probably based on your ex (if you loved her that much), or of some celebrity (if you’ve no better reference to refer to). You want this, this and that. Wavy long hair, brown eyes, wears glasses, and all the other criteria in the world.
Then as time passes by, you learn to appreciate the inner beauty of a girl. The personality, the mindset, and all the rest. In which by then, your start crossing out items from the Great list of ‘my-future-girlfriend’s-physical-attributes’. Physical beauty started mattering even less, and the ability to click at first chat takes precedence.
But then again, God dangles the perfect,wholesome carrot, sometimes, maybe even once in a blue moon, or your lifetime. The carrot wears glasses sometimes, has brown eyes, long wavy hair. And more importantly, has the wit and mentality of an educated lady, intelligence possibly beyond mine, simplicity that I well respect, and a host of other things that I cannot find words to describe at this moment.
As cliche as it sounds, it just takes my breath away.
Satisfaction guaranteed
February 25, 2009
It’s not quite like giving birth to a baby.
Or even fathering the baby.
But it’s probably as close as it gets.
No-lah, I did not knocked up a girl, as much as my mum wants me to, okay? (I bet majority of you have probably heard my mum’s infamous sentence – “Boy, if you come back today and told me you made a girl pregnant, I’ll be very happy” – In response to my cousin knocking up a girl when he is still studying)
It’s kinda like building an airplane which wasn’t meant to take off. Riddled with holes, aerodynamics all wrong, and countless of people meddling with it or standing in front of it right as it was about to take its test flight.
But after plugging all the holes, changing the wing span, and kicking asses till the people either help push it along the runway or budge, it finally took off.
And boy was it beautiful.
The kind hearted mugger
February 21, 2009
Below are the true story excerpts from the victim. *Cues the theme song from Kisah Benar*
I was in the lift at the Mid Valley car park after a movie that ends at midnight, when I saw this fat Chinese guy in the lift. He was busy making calls before getting into the lift, and after coming out of it. And I even smiled at him in the lift! As I was walking out of the lift to my towards my car, 2 men approached me from the back brandishing knives, while the fat dude asked for my wallet.
I had quite a large amount of money in it, and had to hand over the whole thing. The fella then asked if I had any money with me. When I said no, the robber actually handed me back RM 100 (which is a small amount, compared to the amount lost) and my IC, and then left.
Naturally, I wasn’t the victim as above, but I think it’s probably best to spread the story around a bit so that people will take more precaution. Besides that, I think the story has quite a comical ending. Of course, it’s not comical when you’re the victim, but he was laughing himself when he told the story.
It could be just another mugging, or it could be a syndicate at work here, so take extra care people.
But then again, it could also be due to people are being pushed to the brink of a financial disaster here in Malaysia (it’s already a disaster everywhere else), no thanks to the economy situation we’re facing now. Opinions on the market recovery are 10 cents for a dozen, but there is no clear sight of the imminent end of the current depressing situation. If you’re actually interested in getting to know the basic on how the world came to this mess, you can always read up on subprime mortgage.
From the perspective of a half-cooled-from-the-owen-not-so-fresh-graduate myself, it’s can be rather depressing to be in the worry of my job security, with the prospects of the company’s revenue dropping, no sight of an excellent bonus for the year 2009, the possibility of increments left only as a dream, and the lack of opportunity in the job market to make the switch for better prospects.
It is indeed depressing.
And then there’s news of companies closing down, retrenching their staffs in the mass. Initially it sounds far away. Then it inches closer, when you hear of your friends clearing their desk and going through the mad frenzy of job-searching process again. It should not to be that way, seeing as you should only go through that once, and that’s only when you’re a fresh graduate. When you have experience, you go when you choose to, not at the whims of your company on the brink of bankruptcy, and are turning off all the switches in the building permanently.
Indeed, there is nothing much we can do. Save money, not spend unnecessarily, wear your seat belts and hang on for your dear life for the slow climb up again, or more steep slide down. Pray that the government and the smart economist tasked to handle the problem knows what they’re doing, and that times will be good again.
Life can only get better
February 15, 2009
This is the 2nd Valentines that I spent with Abdul.
My ongoing joke is that, if this goes on, I probably would’ve spent more Valentines with Abdul compared to my exs.
But it’s totally fine, because on a day where singles are side-lined, over commercialized flowers, chocolates and soft toy are sold at an extravagant price, couples walking with their hands inter-locked lovingly, I have had the privilege to spend mine with a bunch of fun loving people, both in the day and night.
If you want to know how a hamster feels, rolling around in that transparent ball, then you should actually try Zorbing in Taman Task Titiwangsa. Generally, they strap 2 person in the ball, and push it down a slope while you go round and round. You can choose from the dry mode, akin to the dry cleaning option in a washing machine, or the wet one where they pour some water into the zorb, and it splashes all around you while you roll down the hill. The only bummer is that the ride was way too short @ only 60 meters, and it’s over in around 6 revolutions. I’m not quite sure if I wanted it to last that long though, seeing as my stomach churned a lil after I stepped out of it. It’s only RM 20 for the dry ride, and RM 30 for the wet one with coupons.
Dinner was in Bangsar Village that night with Abdul and his band of merry men, a doctor to be, and a girl who can drink so much, so fast, that it puts the men to shame. After dinner drinks was at Hush directly opposite it, although we did go to Ali Yaa before that to see if the place is any good. Lo and behold, we bumped into Harry and Kah Yee at some beer camp organized by the people of Ali Yaa.
He was actually trying to get me to go earlier in the week, but I guess I was put off the moment he said the word ‘Singles meet‘. The last time Abdul tried to get me to one, I was apparently so furious that he just didn’t bother to call back for my particulars. Sorry guys, I’m just not sure what is it with me and these things.
By the way, I think Waterball should be the next thing to do, eh?
I believe there’s no such thing as a perfect life, and no single one person in this world who has it good all the way for him or her. Trials and tribulations are just a norm in life, and with ever step you take to overcome it, you’ll only be better and stronger. But I’m sure it does not hurt to believe that life can only get better. 🙂
Random thoughts coursing through my brain’s highway
February 9, 2009
Captured thoughts moving at 110 KM/h (Ha Ha. Lame, yes).
1. Squash is fun. And it makes you sweat bucketloads. Or maybe it’s just my extra active sweat glands. Anyone around Subang area cares to join me on Sat/Sun between 12 P.M – 1 P.M at 3K SS13?
2. I always thought the word doppelganger meant someone who looks like you, but apparently it has a more sinister meaning than that. According to dictionary.com, a doppelganger is…
| Main Entry: | doppelganger1 |
| Part of Speech: | n |
| Definition: | a ghostly counterpart of a person; a ghostly double of a living person |
| Etymology: | German doppel ‘double’ + ganger ‘goer’ |
| Usage: | also doppelgaenger |
Aye, shiver me timbers.
Anyways, the reason behind the urge to google for the meaning was that I was about to use the word in response to Kel Mynn’s post on her look-alike titled ‘Another me 2 – Spot the difference’.
I think the winner’s pretty clear cut, eh?
3. Which reminds me of the time I wanted to use the word aphrodisiac, and decided to made sure the meaning was what I thought it to be, before actually using it.
Guess what, I had the wrong definition for that word all the while too.
4. I was browsing through the obituary the other day (One of those boring days with nothing much to do, where you go through every page), and noticed the death of this particular person who’s only a year younger than I am. At that particular moment, I had that thought of how fragile and short life can actually be, and then just pushed the thought to some corner of my mind. Sometime later, I noticed that a friend was actually going to attend his funeral (through facebook events). After following some facebook links around, I found an online memorial dedicated to him, and was actually browsing through it.
Anyway, I don’t actually know him, but he sure sounded like a nice chap from what people have written about it. May he rest in peace.
Which brings me to another subject on obituary pictures. Have you ever seen some obituary pictures where the person could be around 80 years old when they passed away, but the picture used seemed as if he or she was 50 when it was taken. And no matter how absurd that may sound, I think it’s certainly worth a thought on what would you like to use as your obituary picture, should the unfortunate actually happen. Would you like that ugly serious looking passport photo that you’ve taken and that is pasted all over on your resume which calls out to future employers ‘Take me! Hire me! Employ me!’. I’ve given it a thought, and I think I would probably like to have a casual picture of me, one happily smiling in particular, just so that people will remember me maybe as the guy who smiles in pictures and real life, not the somber serious faced picture that I took for passport and job application purposes.
Worth a thought, eh?
5. Now here’s a real chocolate lover if you’ve ever seen (or read) of one. A whole post dedicated to it, with the abstract meanings thrown in for good measures. The definition of a chocolate lover has eternally been altered, and the level of commitment towards being a chocolate lover has just been raised.
Kinda makes you wanna deliver a piece of chocolate to her everyday, no? Maybe just a piece-lah.
6. I ran out of books to read. Nowadays, I always grab a new one whenever I’m at Cineleisure, at that new bookstore somewhere at the lower level. They may not be best sellers or really new for that matter, but for RM 15 and a wide variety of choice, they’re a bargain.
Abdul, hope you liked the book that I got you. Did you see the sweet message wrote on the first or second page? *winks*
7. A doctor described this problem I had the other day as to having ‘unpure blood’. For that moment, I had a cool vision of growing fangs and developing an insatiable need for blood, but all I got was a huge bandage on the left side of my face, and a lot of pain and blood after that, indeed. And guess what the solution is? I’m supposed to go to the pharmacy to get some blood purifiers. LOL!. The only person who saw me with the bandage also just had to literally laugh out loud.
Bleh.
8. I wonder if the economy will pick up by mid of this year.
Oh dear I do hope so.
9. Today marks the last day of public holidays till, practically, May I think, for labour’s day. How sad, how depressing. Year ends are such wonderful times, where holidays and celebrations literally lines up one after another.
Just fabulous.
10. I haven’t caught a movie in ages. I don’t walk around malls aimlessly unless if I’m shopping. Lately, just sitting down with a cup of coffee (doesn’t necessarily have to cost you RM 10) or an alcoholic beverage of choice (definitely more than RM 10) at some place you’re comfortable with, and talk about anything and everything under the sun seems to be my preference. Or listening to a live band.
That’s probably the definition of ‘unwinding’, huh? Nice 🙂
11. A general consensus that is reached among young people around my age is that celebration periods (in my case, Chinese New Year) can actually be a an unwelcomed time. The tradition of reuniting family members can sometimes bring undesired questions/actions/events. My celebration this year was dotted with the usual questions of if whether I’m attached. And when I blatantly answer ‘No’, the relatives just won’t believe it. Now what’s up with that?
Not to mention the other incident, which of course I shall not mention in this blog. Bug me if you want to know.
12. 14th February’s coming soon. Attached people, are you already in the frenzy of what to buy, where to eat, etc etc? LOL. Whatever you have in mind to do, just keep in mind of the not-so-encouraging economy situation, okay? Money and gold is king nowadays. Correction, sometimes even money is not everything. Sigh.
As for me, I shall be trying out sphereing. It’s somewhat like zorbing which is way popular in New Zealand, but this one’s strapped in so there’s less fun. And a much shorter duration, from the looks of it. Oh well, since I haven’t tried anything new in sometime. And I’ll be doing it with a bunch of fun loving single colleagues + friends, so it’s all good.
Now however, if you have RM 300 to spare, you might want to consider celebrating love on in the air instead. Hot air balloon which is sometimes associated with romantic-ness is here to offer you an early morning ride with a picnic thrown in, so that you’ll enjoy the first half of Valentine’s day with your other half, watching the sunset from 50 meters above the ground level. Contacts as per-page.
Now isn’t love wonderful? 😛
Transitory moments in life 
