The break of every make

This line just pop up. Came out of no where. Kinda true. It has always been a fact that what ever being made will be broken. I would like to find an exception to that but nothing has proved me wrong so far. All the on-goings around me have just strengthen the fact further.

I was working late yesterday. I turned around and looked at my fellow colleagues. I turned my attention to the few resignees who are due to leave at the end of the month. My mind can't help but flashes back to the time we met. To the times we worked together. To the times we played. To the times we stressed out. To the times we helped each other out. Then it flashes forward where they would no longer be around. The space they had taken all these while would be empty. No longer will I see them coming through the glass door. No longer will I see them fussing at the printer. No longer will I see them carrying tonnes of files, searching for a seat. No longer will I chill with them during work hours. Time has passed real darn fast. I don't think I'd be able to hang out with them one last time, doing the things we used to do.

My attention then drifted to my current colleagues who were hogging on to their screens, looking at some complicated worksheets. I wonder how long can we sustain the relationship we currently enjoy? How long more before some one spills the decision that they are leaving as well? It's sad to think about it. I ended up packing and headed home. Not wanting to think about the people seated at the hotdesking, both current and soon-to-be past.

It never left my mind. I don't think it ever will. You can't just erase the people who had been in your life. No matter how short a period you knew each other. No matter how far they went away. No matter how long you lose contact. They stay. And in the end, you'll end up missing them. You'd wonder if they are well? If they are all right with where they are? You'd be glad that you've crossed paths with them. At least, once in this life time.

You make something. It breaks. That's when you start treasuring.

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Sick of people...

Why can't people just leave me alone? Why do they have to come messing around with my life? And what does my life got to do with them anyway? It's MY LIFE! MY CHOICES! MY DECISIONS! When in the world do they have any right to tell me what to do? To tell me how I should lead my life?

Just because certain people wants a perfect life doesn't mean I want one to. I am contented with what I have. I am happy with all that I owned. So what if I'm flawed a little? You dare tell me that you are all that perfect? That you don't have weaknesses? That YOUR life is THAT perfect that you can come telling other people to live the way you do? Well, I certainly do not want your life!

I had a happy childhood. I have family. I have friends. I had a sound education. I got myself a stable job. I'm in the pink of health. I have no money issues. I have fun on and off. I'm glad for all that. I don't ask for more. I already got MY ALL! So what if I lose out a little here and there? So what if I am not comparable to certain people of my age? It doesn't bother me one bit. Why does it even matter to you? Why did it even spark sympathy from you? Do I look very pitiful?

I certainly know where I stand. I can't be sure what the future lies for me but I can roughly guess where it's heading. You think you know my life better than I do? Who the hell do you think you are? Is it just so wrong? You need to wake up and smell the 21st century. Things are certainly not the way it is anymore. There's no such thing as a perfect world.

A whole bunch of people would be able to tell you that the world is indeed unfair. No matter how many "whys" you ask. You'd get the same answer. It is unfair. There's not much you can do about it. I recognise that. That's why I don't whine anymore. I'd rather take the unfairness and turn it into something which I think would be fair to myself. I make compensations. "When a door closes, a window opens." I learn to see things in a different light. Why make life so difficult? You only got this ONE life! There's no repeating of every minute that passes. And it sure does passes real darn fast. To sit and dwell on the misfortunes, I think I choose to count my blessings instead. To make the most out of life is the best way to lead it. I don't need to own every single thing to acheive that. Life is not a destination. It is a journey. One to enjoy along the way.

So why can't you just let me be? I am enjoying life. I am making the most out of it. I am happy for who I am. For what I am. Don't come telling me that it's wrong. That everything is a mistake. I totally disagree with that. I know I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't do anything illegal. So, just let me be and get the hell away. You don't even have the right to say anything about me at all! Shut the hell up as well!

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A tribute to a good friend

He, stole my blog website and then came screwing me for not posting anything about him on my page. Well, dear Kenny, I shall dedicate one full entry on you now. You can thank me later on.

He was sort of invinsible at first. I have never noticed him during my first few months as a newbie. It all started during that trip to Bangkok where he was trying to hit on a friend of mine, in an airplane! Boy, I still remember how loud you've been. The rest, as they say, is history.

We 'formed' a gang at work. Like a mob. Hah! People knew us as "Kenny's gang". Now since when did we agreed on electing you as the leader? Nevertheless, the gang continued. And people recognised us based on that. We became usual companions for lunches and dinners. It then extended to suppers, outings, drinks, trips and what-so-ever.

He, is someone so very full of stories. Full of issues. Full of exaggerations. Full of crap. A drama king. If you are ever a writer, I guess you'd never be out of materials to publish. Lost wallets, lost phones, car accidents, misplaced keys, break-ups, hospitalisation, arguments, emergencies, hard feelings...One pretty messed up life. Every other week, he'll have some story to share. And each time he'll go, "Do you know how serious it is ah?" "Yes. Yes. Your everything is always very serious..." Sometimes, you'd wonder if you should believe the whole thing or only part of it. =P

Actually, now I know why he is deemed leader. Cause all of us have to put up with his requets. For fear that the sensitive side of him would erupt. Yes, he is definitely one sensitive young man. Admit it! He was in a bad mood. He called for a drink at mid-night. Yes, boss. You have to come out. He has an emergency outstation. He wanted some company. Yes, boss. You have to go along. He asked you for dinner. He asked you on what to eat. You tell him so. He said no, he wanted something else. Yes, boss. What ever you say. He didn't see you for a while. When he finally does, instead of a "How you've been?", he went, "Eh, pinjam phone. Emergency". Yes, boss. You can have it for as long as you wish. He wanted Secret Recipe. You went along. At the end of it, he says, "Eh, today no money. Pay for me first". Yes, boss. You can repay me back next year. He agreed to pick you up. You called when he didn't show up after half an hour. He said he'll be an hour late without any reason. Yes, boss. You can wait forever. If you don't comply, he'll end up sulking in some corner and wouldn't even say hello when you pass by. That's Kenny for you.

This week marks his last days with the firm. And next week, he'll be totally out of town. I am still waiting for that personalised farewell mail that he promised. Lets see what's his last words are. It is with mixed feelings to see him go. On one hand, we would no longer have to put up with his erratic behaviour. On the other hand, hate to say it, but I will surely miss you.

Gone will be your donkeys, monkeys and chickens...Gone will be your companionships late at nights and on weekends...Gone will be your "Staying late ar? Dinner?"...Gone will be your "Eh, pinjam tag..." Gone will be you fooling around at work...Gone will be you invading my laptop...Gone will be you coming in late and asking for lunch at 11 in the morning...Gone will be you asking for clubbings...Gone will be your all-famous Shakira moves...Gone will be you sneaking up behind me... Gone will be all the heart-to-heart talks...Gone will be your "from the bottom of my xxx" ....

It has been 2 years. And it was indeed a pleasure getting to know your acquaintance. You leaving would be a loss. But still, all the best for your chosen path. Hope you find happiness and the life that you seek. Take good care of yourself. Do keep in touch. Errr, I think that is going to be a problem. Since not many has been able to be in touch with you. No. Since NOBODY has been able to be in touch with you. (Ahem! Faham-faham lah)

So long, friend...

Farewell...
Till we meet again....

*Isn't he just charming? WAHAHHAHA!*

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Loving night views

My fascination for night views have never failed to cease. I find bright coloured lights paired with the dark sky is something to be amazed of. It gives a form of pleasure. It's something worth living to see. It's something worth remembering. Each different location gives you a different view. And all of them have been oh-so captivating. =P

I just love 'em all!

*The Twin Towers from Skybar*

*Some cottage at The Peak*

*Backed by Hong Kong Island*

*Hong Kong city*

*At the very top of The Peak*

*KL city from Look-out Point*

*Back-ing KL city*

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