Teh Orbit Saga


In case you're wondering what the heck the title's about, it The Office Saga.



Just a little update on the happenings in orbit. We've been moving around a lot (okay, twice) and we've finally settled in to our permenant area.

This was my table at the temporary site:



Barren and empty. I didn't even bother with the unpacking because we'd only be packing up and moving again.

The entire department helped with the moving. Sounds like it'd be a fast one? Think again.



Too many people using eye power (and one stoning away) for the move to be efficient. The line leading out the door was the production line, whereby someone from inside takes out a pen, and passes on the the next person, who passes on to the next person, and the next, and the next, and the last person puts it into the box. At this rate, you can imagine how late it was when the move completed. Lucky for me I left early. Hiak hiak!

This is my new table! I love it to bits.



May-jie walked past my table today and commented on the photo about Anthony.

Common friend la, that si zai bao (死仔包）.

That was cute?


What about this?

Remember Me?




Do I look familiar to you?

My name is Sambal, and my mummy and daddy loves me a lot. I like to stick to them all the time. Daddy says I'm all grown up and is so proud of me. He recently sent my all-grown-up photo to my temporary mummy last time, and she almost cried.

Here I am!



Daddy says I'm big. And fat. But I still like to follow them everywhere like I followed my old mummy.

Enough already


The previous post garnered a record-breaking (for this blog) number of comments within a few days.

Thanks for the comments guys, really appreciate it.

However, certain things have changed since then, and I've had absolutely NO time to update. I apologise.

I still have no time to address certain issues, including a published and two unpublished comments, which were left unpublished because I wanted to address them individually, but I guess you'll just have to wait til I have the time.

Work's getting crazier and crazier. Workload's a lot more than normal because as time progresses, more and more responsibilities are hurled on to our shoulders. In time to come, I won't even have the time to enjoy a quiet hour or so with a novel.

Just a quick reminder though, this is still my blog, and the only outlet on which to unleash all my pent up whatsoever. Think, before you judge.

I have to go. I hope I'll have the time soon to address the issues and post new stuff, and hopefully be able to tell you guys some BIG news. Heh.

It's dead


It's more dead than ever before. But I'm just letting it be. I'm not taking any actions to change anything.

Maybe I've become afraid of change.

It feels as though we have nothing else left to lose, and he's taking advantage of this fact to trash me down on the ground further.

Either totally oblivious, or totally not caring. Most probably it's the latter.

I feel like we're fighting a battle every time this happens. And every time I'm on the losing end because I'm the only one who bothers to make the effort to construct the relationship back together again. Once I make the effort, it automatically becomes a losing battle because I'm the only one thinking, and he'll just be sitting there fuming away while I try to get him to calm down by conceding to his accusations and demands.

It's like pushing a helpless dog into a corner and then kicking it in the ribs just because all the dog wants is your attention and affection.

Yes, I have become a dog. His bitch. Always at his beck and call, always obedient, a toe out of line and it's the whip. Wait at home by the door while he's out to wherever, happily jumping up and licking his face when he comes back. When he wants to play, all he has to do is to pick up the ball. When I want to play, it must depend on his mood, whether he is willing to pick up the ball or not.

I have become his bitch.

Anger


Hot.. boiling... rage.. rising like molten lava inside a volcano, waiting, biding it's time, waiting for the right time to erupt.

Cool and calm on the outside, standing right beside you. You cannot see the rage. You don't understand.

You don't even try. You don't even make the effort.

I don't, anymore. You know I don't. You just don't want to face it.

Cute


Oh my gosh Corbin Bleu has me swooning like a lovestruck teenager! Especially when he ties his hair back..



He's only 19 this year, and already so annoyingly eye-catching. Who knows how many little girls' hearts he'll break when he gets older?

You gotta watch this:



Sigh... Thank goodness he's still young. I like Pierce Brosnan types. And Richard Gere. And George Clooney. Argh. Sexy. Sexy. Sexy.. *knees crumbles*

Calling for any Insurance Agents!


Hi guys, as you all may already know by now, I'm working in an insurance firm. However, much as I love my company and the plans they provide (I bought the very plans I'm selling), ACE does not have life/endowment plans.

So, I'm calling out to any insurance agents (note: agents only, not applicable to FAs)!

Whichever company you're from, I have questions for you. And if I like what I hear, I'll buy from you. However standard rules apply:

1) Don't calculate my finance for me
2) Don't pressurize me / No hard-selling (I mean it, if you do that I will get angry)
3) For goodness' sake don't meet me at McDonald's or Burger King
4) Don't ask me for referrals / Don't attack anyone I'm with

I'd like it if you could let me take a look at the policy wordings as well.

What's the good thing about this deal, you ask? Well for one, you get to meet the infamous (in this blog only) Jazzyme, two, you make a new friend (or meet an old one), and three, you potentially get to close the deal. But lets not make that the highlight of the talk unless I'm really sure about it.

Give me a hollar at southparkjazz@yahoo.com with your details and I'll confirm + chop + guarantee contact you, whether or not I'm meeting you.

It's Dead


... but is it dead enough?

Uncertainties


So many unhappy things I can't tell him about.

So much anger.

So much disappointment.

So many uncertainties I can't talk to him about.

The future.

Are we just wasting our time and our youths on something that might not have a future? Will we, ten - twenty years down the road, still be single and look back and feel frustrated that we didn't take a hold of our own lives when we could?

I feel as though I'm just here for the heck of it. I feel that he is too, because he has no other choice. It's just so bland, no effort, no nothing. It's been this way all along. I was blind to believe that there could be any other way when there isn't.

I used to have a tinge of jealousy when others received flowers and gifts and have their other halves made the effort to keep the love and the romance going. Now everything's just bland. We're both just thankful that the glitches are getting smaller and smaller, much less hope for romance or effort of any kind at all.

I've been so moody for these past .. god knows how long.

This can only mean one thing.















PMS is here. Heh.

The Mid-Autumn Festival Post That Was Supposed To Be Posted Eons Ago, And I'm So Going To Get It From My Friends If I Procrastinate Any Longer


Yes. This is by far the most descriptive title ever in the history of jazzymin.blogspot.com.

As the title suggests, here are the way overdue photos that Ant's been bugging me about. Sorry lah bro, I've been tied up with a lot of things (mainly leather whips, but that's another story) and I don't have the time or the luxury to even edit the photos recently.

So, here's Jazzyme sneaking in a few photo editing before she starts studying for her exam tomorrow:

Keeping up with the WLNY Yishun coffeeshop tradition established in 2005, this is the third year we've tried to burn down the playground at Ant's blk. Our first year was when we just met, second year included some new friends, and this year we're pretty much still the same.



The ever cheeky Ant.



Last year and the year before, the Ant was the one with the broken arm. This year it's CS.



I like to take ugly candid pictures of Roger and post them up everywhere. Heh.


Chicken Little

Naruto was there too, he was the one who taught us how to DIY our own rocket launchers made purely from the fire sprinklers and the packaging they came in.





The making of the rocket launchers..





The makers of the rocket launchers sitting behind their rockets,



Before we set off our rockets, Naruto, the only one who dared to park right in front of us, excused himself to go move his bike. Far far away.



Here, the action!

2nd best rocket of the night, Anthony's!



Best rocket of the night.....



Yay~

The making of the traditional WLNY alphabets,





All hands on deck (including mine) !





The obligatory Anthony farting a line of fire pose...



And the random group photos taken throughout the night.











It was a fun night out, possibly one of the best WLNYishun mid-Autumn outings ever.

Urgh


I am so angry I have to let off some steam here or I'll explode in office tomorrow.

There are two morons in my office. Wait, scrape that, there are two idiots with no brains and shallow character who are not fit to work in an office, in my office. Their names are EP and MJ.

MJ is an overall annoying rich pampered little boy who still has little boy show-off tendencies. He likes to stand behind the new batch's girls (read: me and two other new colleagues) and watch us as we work, as if he were our superior. He also has, on one occasion (which was caught, red-handed, by me) went through my e-mail messages without my permission. He likes to harass people early in the morning by walking around, standing behind people whilst they pretended to be busy to get him off their backs. He likes to ask what everyone's score was (i.e how many companies we made appointments with) all day long, and you can actually tell that he's gritting his teeth when he congragulates you on being better than him. Has an extremely vulgar mouth. He couldn't stop swearing and cursing whenever we're out of the office. He was voted THE most annoying person we have ever met.

EP is an atas-beng who has more brawn than brains. He forcefully reminds me of secondary school boys who constantly takes personal things of other girls just to get their attention. He is solely responsible for the scratch on my otherwise smooth phone. He also has totally no respect for other's dignity and space. He often picks up my phone and goes through it, sometimes with my permission, sometimes without, but keeps his possession and everything a great big secret. I wouldn't be surprised if his moonlighting is dealing with illegal stuff. He has an extremely chor lor character, and says offensive things without thinking. Either that, or he says offensive things on purpose behind people's backs.

Why am I so annoyed with these two?

I left office early (read: on time) yesterday and intended to do a certain thing today. I informed both J, my team leader, and JL, our operations officer, and was given the green light to go home.

After I got home, EP, MJ and another fellow colleagues were downstairs smoking when EP the fucking big mouth said very loudly, within earshot of our small boss, that I cannot be trusted to do what was assigned to me, and made a great big hoo-ha about it (still within earshot of our small boss).

I shot out an e-mail to them, CC-ed to my big boss, small boss, team leader J and operations JL.

EP was silent.

MJ, however, made another great big fuss about it, and immediately retaliated by speaking in Malay to my Malay colleague right in the adjacent cubicle from mine, telling her to teach me manners. Look, moron, manners is including you in the e-mail that I sent to everyone. No manners is (literally) talking behind people's back in a language that the person don't understand, and bad-mouthing her. No manners is still trying to look over that person's shoulder to see what she's doing at her table. No manners is freaking eavesdropping and offering your fucked up (not to mention offensive) opinion when nobody asked for it.

Seriously? You shouldn't have been born. Roasted pork would've been more useful.

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I don't....... anymore.

I don't .......... anymore.

I don't ............... anymore.