Somebody that I Used to Know - Goyte

Somebody that I Used to Know  - Goyte

 

I dote this song and when Blaine sang it with his owh-so-cute big brother, my heart was flewn away. Pheww..

The starting of the song is very catchy, you heard the loud consistent bass that synchronizes to your heartbeat. Then came the low deep voice, which is sexy and then came the scream. Perfectly ended with that low deep voice again. And through out the song, it is the bass that keep you coming back for more.

The lyrics is very much raw and sincere. (somehow lyrics like this is really raw and pure, love the effect, don’t need sun and skies and things like that to describe emotion).

 A girl and a boy who were in love, the boy worked for the relationship and the girl thought it was not hard enough and they broke off. The girl went into madness while the boy still wants to be friends. What is it about boys that they want to be friends after they ditch you? Ha. Ha. But, if you ask a boy, he would say no I never wanna ditch her, she just turned into a person whom wasn’t the one I first fell in love for.

Incompatibility.

Someone says that I have the ability to analyze and look at things at all angle. That I am able to present you the reality of both sides’ stories.

That doesn’t make me a good negotiator though, I feel. Because I always wanna see things from the other party’s point of view.  After all, I am just a girl in a man’s business world.

Enjoy the song!

 

 

 

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
I told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough

No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
Guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believin it was always something that I'd done

But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know-oh-oh

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing (oh)
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
and that feels so rough

(oh oh  oh)

No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect you records
And then change your number (oh)
Guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Somebody that I used to know
Somebody (now your just somebody that I used to know)
That I used to know
Somebody that I used to know
Somebody (somebody) (now your just somebody that I used to know)
That I used to know

I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know
Somebodyyyyy

 

My oncess

Perhaps I should blog again

Perhaps..

rambling tots of daily life

You

adam, you are the angel of my eyes

filling up time

Am waiting for a London supplier’s office to open. And the person I want to talk to available. I am starting to regret the business decision to deal with a London-based supplier. For one, the time difference is killing me. He can only be available at the final hour of my working time, which he is always somewhere else making coffee, having meeting. But the deal was good, we got a good competitive price. And he is such a reasonable person. We are concluding the contract and once this is sealed off, I no longer have to feel that time is always against me. Then all operational matters can be done via e mail.

By the way, the Boss lamented to a friend that someone has cut and paste my blog entry and emailed that particular entry to him. I was surprised. Not that I feel guilty, because when I wrote that entry, it was really meant for him to know. It was just I was waiting for the right time to send it off to him. I did during his birthday. So are you the one who cut and pasted it to him?

People have started to advise me to be careful of the closest ones to me. They said that the closest ones are the easiest to blow and stab my back. I am still on the principle that if I don’t intend to stab someone’s back, then nobody will to me. Perhaps I am too naïve? That I think the whole world is kind and always kind?

Theo the Raj has been more than helpful to help me out with the interview I attended early this month. He pushed the date earlier so that his HR people could ‘experience’ me. I don’t think anything good would come out from that interview. For once, I valued myself so high that I don’t think they would want to afford me. The Boss, for once looked happy and boasted that no one can afford his ‘kids’.

Yes, for you who cut n paste my email to him, just to let you know that my relationship with him is beyond what you can imagine. He might be accusing me of slacking here and there, but he knows at the end of the day that I will always stand fiercely next to him, helping him out when nobody left standing. I might be whining on what a failure I have been by not meeting his expectations but it was always me that he looked for.

Oh yeah, I also found out that I now have two stalkers! These two guys keep texting me, asking me whether I would have lunch with them, or whether I am still awake at 1 a.m. Not bad eh, at the age of 33, and having 3 kids, some guys are still after me! Ahaha perasan.

The London-based supplier is still in the meeting. I call him on Monday then. Goosh this contract is taking longer than I thought it would!

Off to Yoga class. (will blog more about Yoga in the next entry)

yoga at home

Yoga at home is definitely painful, to me.

I remember the pose i wanted to achieve, but i don't remember how to get there. Thought of just pose and hold for a few breaths. Ended up with sore legs and thighs.

Doing it with a teacher is different. We are slowly guided to move one step to another in achieving the final pose. And moving from the final pose to resting pose is also structured systematically. With the systematic structure, the muscles are slowly stretched and slowly taught to go back to their natural position, I think.

The thing is i need practice! Beginner's class is only on Monday and Tuesday. They have a few on weekends but have decided that weekends is totally the kids-mommy-time. Need at least one or two more session in between Wednesday and Sunday.

I need to be better at this. Wonder whether I can find a tape recorder to recorded the instructor's voice and practice at home.

Glee I wanna hold your hand

Sekarang ni kat US dah season 2 .. kat Malaysia baru keluar season 1 part 1 and season 1 part 2

Dia cerita pasal teenagers kat high school

Semalam I watched the downloaded version season 2… ada satu bab ni, ada this character, a gay boy nama Kurt.. ayah dia kena stroke and masuk spital.. mak dia mati time dia kecik. .masa dia tengok the mom was being placed into the grave, and the soil were scooped onto the coffin, he looked up at his dad looking for his dad to say that everything was gonna be okay, that the world is not coming into an end for him, but all the dad did was hold his tiny hand.. that was enough for him..

And now that the dad is hospitalized and in coma, he longed to hold his dad’s hand… dia pegang his dad’s hand and ask, ‘dad if you hear what I say, please squeeze my hand’.. tapi dad dia tak respond..

then masa kelas dengan Mr Schue, he sang I wanna hold your hand (was it by the beetles? Or bee gees?), it is supposed to be a fun song kan, but he carried it so differently , slow motion and full of emotion…

I nangis dengar dia nyanyi.. ni I tengah nyanyi macam dia nyanyi pun, I nangis! Aiyoo..!

side Effects?

http://www.buzzle.com/articles/keratin-hair-treatment-side-effects.html

oh kenapakah rambut rambut ku berjatuhan di merata tempat?

Inikah sebabnya?

Winnie did caution me on the hair loss, she said it might not be the case if you are not in the post natal zone.

Broke My Heart

Azeuchry: Mom, can you cuti tomorrow?

Mom: No darling. Why ?

azuechry: *silence*

Mom: Why? Do you have something at school/

Azuechry: No. I just want to spent time with you.

It didn't just break my heart, it tore my body into pieces.

cold storage

A staff was taken out from the operation team a long time ago, and placed as ‘tracker’ for all other people’s progress (so much of work satisfaction! Put me there and I die not doing anything). My NumeroUno the Boss was lamenting to a friend about how destructive the ‘tracker’ was to the business operation, by the way she treated the customers and supply sides.

All can see that is actually a cold storage spot.

All but herself.
For her, the boss loves her and her ability. For boss to create a totally new spot and place her there makes her feel so special, that her ability is needed there.

Deep down I admire her for being so stubborn in thinking that she is good. Eventhough she is the only one in the whole world who thinks that.

Imagine, even if the boss’s rejection is turned into love, what are the other negativities that could get into this person?

Emergency Stockpile (E Pile)

My (frozen breast milk) E Pile is depleted! Zero! Nada..!!

Waahh saya sangat panick...

I had a meeting at near-Lumut ending at around 5:30 p.m, last Friday. Had a relative's wedding to attend at K-Kangsar-the-Royal-town at 8:00 p.m. I arrived around 9:00 p.m. stayed around until 10:30 p.m. and thought of sleeping over at Lenggong until The Man called up to say that there is only one more frozen stock available. The Man had bought Nursoy for emergency use but I decided to drive back. Arrived around 2:00 a.m.. Safely. so that li'l Adam still have milk to drink.

blackberry vs broadband

Which one is better for me?

Broadband:
Easier to blog hopping at work.
Easier to blog (with no kids around)
However, firing up the PC takes sometime, and by the time the connection to internet is established, I am always off to somewhere (either breastfeeding the little one or fixing up anna's dress)

Blackberry:
Easier to blog, especially small short entry.
Too small to navigate blogs.
Easier to update facebook.
Cannot use to download songs (like laaa i download songs too often)

Which one eh?

Quote of the Day

Each day we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.

~Charles Swindoll

A Dream Bedroom

A Dream Bedroom

I’d like a heavily scented bedroom.
I’d like to walk into a bedroom (mine, of course) with potpourri smell. I’d put on two, err four scented candles on my long dressing table, and the candle light will be flickering and reflected on the big mirror. I’d put on one aromatherapy burner each on the bed side tables. I’d put one burner too in the bathroom.
Lavender is my favorite. Citrus is the Man’s, which I don’t really mind since citronella is known to combat flu and sinus problem, which I have.
I have the scented candles ( I think they are in the boxes somewhere). I have the aromatherapy burners. I have the matches. I have the long dressing table with the big mirror. I have the bedside tables. I have the big king sized bed, with matching colors. I have my dream bedroom.
I also have one six year old kid who refused to sleep in his bedroom. I have, too, a two year old toddler who only sleeps after the parents doze off. My four month old son will soon be crawling and after that toddling around the room. All these human beings sleep in the (THE) dream bedroom. And the flickering candles and aromatherapy burners are obviously a fire-starter in the house, and also the whole street’s.
Guess the scented candles will rot in the boxes.

Public Feeding

if you see a toddler eating an icecream or drinking his milk, would you be staring at him for hours?

but if you see a baby drinking his mom's milk, you would be, right?

why?

because the element of boobs is there.

how discreet the mom would be in nursing her baby, as long as it is done in public, the look is there. people, man and woman, elderly or teen, would cast at least a minimum of two glances.

if a mom manages to nurse and camouflage her doing in a very stylish manner where nobody would realize what's she doing, no stare, no.

but if a baby dozes off in mom's lap, and people passing by kinda guess that mom is nursing, then the heads will turn to catch the second look.

while i agree that showing off boobs in public is totally a no-no, i also realize that in order for one to nurse, she can expertly hide the flesh, the black aerola, and the tits from view of others. so why the stare? (so that you can catch a glimpse of the flesh? or the tits?)

its not that the mom is running around without bra and shirt.

i guess boobs always and will always be a sex object. i was in a room with 20 or so guy friends, asking around whether they are the boob or ass guy, only two say they favor the ass rather than the boobs. the rest, mostly malaysian with all the races available, prefer boobs.

men drool over boobs. small or big.

women, too, can't help but looking at other women's boobs, for comparison sake, i assume.

but when you are using your boobs to feed your child, and you feed him lovingly, and you know that the first six months is crucial for the child to drink ONLY from your boobs, you no longer see your own boobs as sex object.

therefore you feel that nursing in public is not a crime. especially when you can hide the flesh and the whole action expertly.

its not like you are trying to seduce the man who sat across the restaurant with his wife and three teens

its not like you are trying to stop the lorry driver in the middle of the pack-non moving federal highway.

so, shame not mommies, you are just delivering the babies the best thing in the world. that's the real reason why God created boobs in the first place.

Expressing Myself in Expressing Breast Milk

Adik Adam now drinks 4 oz per session. That makes it 24 oz requirement daily (DAY only). And mom here is panicking since mom now produces around 4 x 4 oz. Two frozen stocks are taken daily.
Weekends are now spent with DIRECT feeding to stimulate, but Adik Adam dozes off very quickly on mom’s boobs.
Looks like two-year exclusive breastfeeding is the major challenge for Mom.

My Interview (to climb up the corporate ladder, I guess)

The interview session last Friday was something that I want to remember. Herewith were the questions asked by the panel.
Z is my new boss.
S is the boss for 10 years.
R is totally a person who doesn’t know me.

R: So why you apply for the job? (please forgive me, but her English is bad. B A D, okay)
R:What you meant by career progression?
R: So if there is another post opening for Senior Manager in another unit in this organization, would you go?
R:This JD is prepared by this unit itself. Are you telling me this JD is wrong?
R: What do you mean by a Senior Manager’s main task is for more strategic direction of the business?
R: IF you have all these initiatives planned for the business, why don’t you carry them all in your current position? Why must you wait until you get this post to carry all those initiatives?
R:You know who applied. Of all these four candidates, tell us why we should choose you?
R: You is (she really said you is, I almost laughed looking at Z’s face) the one who has the most experience. What do you think is the biggest challenge of us choosing you?
Z: In terms of your performance, how do you think you’ll be at your current job if we don’t choose you? Will you be demoralized?
R: You know there is one candidate who is already doing the job, how do you think it would be if you get the post and he will be your subordinate?
S: You have gone through the mills. Operationally after these 10 years. Non operational tasks like the leadership and managerial are something you learnt by experience. Senior Manager is a different level of post. (And what is the question there, again, sir?)
S: Tell us how the others describe you. Precise and concise. (and just when I was about to open my mouth). Precise and concise. If the Committee (higher up) asked me who is this clipperseep, what should be my answer. Not what you want to be. But who you are. Are you the kind of person who listens. Do you have the guts to say NO. Do you have the guts to say NO politely. Are you a subject matter expert. How are you in terms of communication and interpersonal skills. (At this point of time, I really feel that he is answering the questions himself. Hahaha.. so that is who HE is. Determining what is my direction, what is my attitude.. huh)
S: There is no probation period for the Senior Manager post. You have to be there and perform the minute you are given the task. You talked about your challenge of handling elder subordinates. Why the lack of confidence? (I was about to answer, it is you , sir. I really feel that for the past six months, no , eight months, no ten months, it is really him who has pricked my confidence with all the criticisms and high expectations and no-more-pats-at-the-back-s)
S: How to make people work for you?
S: What drives where you are today and tomorrow? Is it position? Is it money?
R: In order for you to survive in this organization, you need to have something more than passion. I was myself at procurement division before, it was my passion. (really? I don’t need to know haha) but when I am transferred to HR, I was really demotivated. You have to have an open mind. You cannot have a closed mind by telling yourself that this is your passion. That will kill you one day if you need to survive in this organization. (and I answered,” if you catch the drift, my passion is the industry, not the organization, that is what I have been saying for the past 20 minutes or so”)
R: What is your plan in handling the more senior, in term of age, subordinate?
S: Sometimes it is good to be outside of the unit for a while and then come back to the unit. Where do you see yourself outside of this unit? (at this time I really thought he know what my plan is kakakakah orang bersalah selalu terasa , who eats the chillies have the burnt tongue kakakah).
R: You really think you are underpaid? What is your benchmark when you said that?
R: Well I don’t have any questions for you now. What is your question to the panel?

Walking Away, Step by step

Dear SBH,

This is perhaps the darkest hour of my life, where the toughest decision has been made and I choked myself everytime I bring myself to even start telling you.
You have always been the leader that I have high respect, admire and love for. Whenever you are in the boat, I would just close my eyes and jump right in. Since ten years ago, you have never failed to develop me. You are in the inspiration of anyone, of all lives that you have touched. I was lucky to spend the first ten years of my career life being mentored by you. You have never demanded the best of me but whenever you are the leader, I am always compelled to do my best, to supersede my strength. I always want to do my best, and did the best all the time. You allow me to explore my own strength, and further utilize my skills to get what I wanted. You let me be responsible of my own action, which outcome are always satisfactory results. And at the end, you are always there to pat my shoulder.
Like I said, I was lucky to spend the first ten years of my career life, mentored by you. I matured and learnt to grow my inner potential. It is a precious learning curve. I learnt to deal with difficult people, sensitive people, old people. I learnt to write. I learnt to make fast decision. I learnt to organize. I learnt to lead. I learnt to control my temper since you said that you lose the power of negotiation once you lost your temper. I learnt to always be true to my own words. I learnt that giving my 110% is just the right thing to do since the result is just fantastic. I learnt to enjoy my own result. I learnt to let other people to lead, in order to grow them. I learnt to let go of people, when they are happier at some other place. I learnt to manage without people, to make do of what I have. I learnt all these from you.
Other than those, I also learnt from you that… there are other things more important that work. There are family, parents, and health. I learnt from you that children are just the greatest rezki, gift from the Almighty.
However, through times, I have come to points that perhaps, despite the best that I have given, I have failed to be your best. I have failed to make decision like what you want me to make. I have failed to write the way you wanted me to write. I have failed to lead people who are older than me. I have failed to convince the opponents. I have failed to avoid mistake. I have failed to be diligent, to be careful. 8 or 9 years ago, I would always traced back the steps I made, analyzed where have I gone wrong and rise back to the occasion. I have always tried again and again. Until I won your approval. Until I made you feel proud.
Somehow, making you feel proud has always been my goal. Whenever you are the leader, I will never say no to any challenges that you have thrown. That is my strength, and true enough of what people said, our strength is always our weakness. . I have the weakness not being able to shut off and concentrate on my other responsibility. I have the weakness of exceeding your expectation as the priority and shutting of the rests.

My inefficiency have made me fail to juggle between doing my best and my other responsibility. And these next couple of years are the most crucial time for me to concentrate on my other responsibility.
I decided to walk away. And I have initiated a few steps that I can’t erase. I have used a few names that will be tarnished if I turn myself ‘round. Waiting for few phone calls. Once I am in, there is no turning back.

Somehow I feel that I am stabbing your back.

Aik ?!

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