Second Chance Seconded!

Wow!

I've never received so many reply on any of my postings before.

 

Guess you guys were thrilled and somehow shocked to see that she (previously called MizAnoi) read my post and reacted nicely and humbly to it.

 

You weren't even thrilled to know about my fantasy of doing it with The Man dressed as Santa Claus at the elevator of Subang Parade / Midvalley Megamall. *chuckled*

 

Anyway, a few replies received telling me that you guys were shocked.

 

A few replied giggling that I am finally kantoi! 

 

Quite a few of you were pissed with the fact that I 'bent' so easily.  That her finding the blog had 'server her right'. One almost knocked me out of my car saying that he'll abandon my blog from now on, since that I've bent down so 'much' to her. He said that she has done him the same, and whenever he read my blog, he felt some sort of satisfaction that someone actually know what he is going through.

 

As glad as I feel that there are actually loyal readers of my blog, who understand what I wrote, who believe that what I wrote is true (plus the Santa Claus fantasy), I believe on the second chance.

 

I know I have been mad. I know I have cursed like mad. I know things were not going smooth between me and her.

 

But you guys should take a look at the way she behaves now. She is more composed, more matured.  She is still the same old her, bubbly, talks a lot, jumps in the conversation every now and then, loves talking out loud. But she uses words like sorry every time she jumps in the conversation, she smiles every morning instead of walking through like you are a ghost, and I notice, in a big meeting room, she tried her best not to be seated next to MD. You see, she put effort to become likeable. Doesn't that need a reward? So c'mon, people, reward her for her effort, reward her for being so humble, and reward her, please, with a second chance.

 

I thought that through and figured out that there are lots of factors contributing to it. One, things have calmed down at home. Second, she is now reporting to SBH and SBH is someone whom I respect so much, I look up dearly. SBH is such a big influence to me. He moulded me to become more patient.

 

The other day when we walked into Fitness First, the lady just refused we in just because we didn' have any appointment (despite the calls I made earlier). I could feel the blood boiling and rising up past my ear, when I heard SBH's voice telling me  , "Everytime you lose your temper, you lose your power of negotiation". I remembered the look at his face when he said that, and automatically, I could feel my tense loosened up, and manja-manja, I bent down on the counter, "But adik, can you just please hellppp meeeee...?". It worked. Ena was granted a month free of membership because of that. Should I just shout back at the lady, telling her to fuck the rules of because I called twice that morning, wouldn't think Ena would be granted that free membership.

 

You see, SBH is such a great influence. The way he carried his work, his commitment,  the way he handled people make you wanna be just like him. And that is what ex-MizAnoi turning to.

 

Rohana once told me that she found out that it is true, that your character, your style of working is very much influenced by your boss.

 

I'm glad I have a great character influencing me. And her. (And remember that if you are a BOSS! Yes, BOS, I'm talking about you).

 

Yes, too, I will not call her JazzyJazz or SmirkyFace for now. I guess you readers (after a few replies I received) are not ready to reconcile with her, yet. (Oh what have I done!).  I respect your oppinion and your feeling, and yes, you do have the right on the character-naming in my blog!

 

Second chance, anyone? I seconded!

 

P/s: Isn't anyone interested with the Santa Claus in the Elevator thingy?!!

 

When You Thought Nobody Reads...

I blogged freely. Yeah.. not so freely, there are fantasies about doing it with a husband dressed as santa clause in the Elevator of Parkson or Jusco were never written.
But, I do blogged freely.
All the frustrations, angers were released , that was why I created the Blog in the first place. And I used a webname, The Man also got a webname, the Child however not.

I cursed like mad when I blog.

It occured to my mind many times, how about if someone that I cursed read my blog? What would he/she feel if he/she knows that I was mad at them? Would they be much mad? Would they be suing me? But I blogged anyway

Till yesterday, I received an email from MizAnoi titled, "I am sorry." It started with , "I read your blogsite. I realized that I am MizAnoi".

My heart dropped. The first thing I imagine was, how would she be feeling when she reads all those.

She was so humble. She apologized, and explained certain things. She never knew that certain things she did was hurting me.

I was stunned.

Then I realized that for the past few months, she had never irritated me. She smiled everytime we bumped into each other. The past sometimes resurfaced, but I can't afford to be mad at her because she was nice to me.

I realized that she has changed. Or perhaps I have changed. Or perhaps the MindWorks!

I went to see her afterwork and gave her hug, I deeply had hurt her and I can't help but feeling bad. But she said, it is not a coincidence that I wrote that, that she bumped into my blog, or else she never knew what she did wrong. She explained things happened at home.

We both agreed that we hurt each other that bad because we were close to each other before.

I had admitted that she's brilliant in what she's doing now.(heey puji your enemy was hard).

She happily agreed that she won't buat buat masam to us everytime she was mad and buat us sakit hati.

We both agreed that we can't patch things up and go back to where we started, but the friendship remains.

You see, sometimes, someone you thought is the enemy of your life, suddenly apologizing to you, you somehow have forgotten why were you mad at them in the first place.

She is no longer my MizAnoi. I am yet to find a name. I used to call her JazzyJazz before. Then I chucked that ou. Now, perhaps, SmirkyFace? Cause I think she smirks sweetly.

I just feel so much better. Feel that my sleep is much calmer. Feel that the office smells sweeter.

MindWorks

So Puru and I went to this course called MindWorks for two full days. It's very result oriented, I would say. But all I felt that it was good to be out from the office once a while.

The course was supposed to enhance the ability of our right brain, which is all about creativity instead of logics. So we were given music to dance, color pencils to draw and all sort of things that are fun!

I drew two goals at the end of the course, to be accomplished within 30 days.

1. To clear up the challenging account, to collect all monies and account them properly.
2. To lose 5 kg.

See whether my MindWorks!

Drumstick

Baie and I were texting each other when he was inside defending.

BAIE: I c kaki ayam belanda!
Me: Surely yummy. KFC? Nando's? Kenny Rogers?
BAIE: Very big drumstick. Criss cross like nobody business. Sick!
Me: Entertainment for all the loyar-loyar.
BAIE: Loyar loyar loya....
Me: Aik? Ayam dara pun loya?
BAIE: Not sure about dara, but tua!

Moral of the story:
1. Always sit properly and sopan santun like the old folks are babbling. Especially when you are wearing kain belah.
2. Should you feel like exposing your 'drumstick', make sure it is free of cellulite!

This is a shame to women and fashion.

Sorry ngumpat!