BAMM!!

It was a pleasant morning. The sun was shining ever so brightly and I was on my way to the office. Federal highway was horrible as usual. So I drove and drove while listening to the radio. It's a rare occurrence you know, me listening to the radio because I normally listen to my iPod. Dangerous, I know. So, I was less than a kilometer away from my office, when this car came right out of the junction and went into the lane where I was speeding, tak la speeding sangat tapi laju la, confident kan, yela jalan aku haha, and then ape lagi, terjadilah traffic collision. I hit the brakes but it was too late. I rammed straight into the guy's car. According to that guy, aku 'terpelanting ke depan' when I tried to stop my car. But the damage is done.

At first, I panicked. My mind was trying to think, 'OK salah siapa ni? Salah aku ke salah dia?' That was the only thing I could think of after I 'terpelanting ke depan'. Thank God I didn't have my iPod plugged in wehhh, kalau tak dia boleh salahkan aku. At that time, the air is full by the sound of people honking their cars. Weh sabar la kan, aku ni tengah blur kot, post accident effect. Then this car, which was a Honda Civic, started to drive away. I thought he was going to just run away and leave me there. And then he signaled me, saying that he'll stop at the other side of the road. OK lah, fine.

Then, one of his friends, who was also in that car, came up to me. Aku ni konon nak tunjuk garang lah, nak marah dia, apsal tak berhenti bila nak keluar simpang. Sekali keluar je kereta, kaki menggeletar, badan menggigil, air mata jangan cakap lah. Pastu nak marah jugak punya pasal, ha marah la tapi suara yang keluar tu memang 'garang' abis lah. Menggigil je mulut. Apppaaassaalll t-t-taak t-t-t-tengok d-d-d-ulluuu?? Haa??? I felt so gila pathetic at that time, I felt so weak. I don't know why I cried, it was clearly NOT my fault. Pfft. I think because I was under a lot of pressure and I was still stunned about what just happened. Plus, it was my first car accident involving another car, you know, moving car with people in it. If it's car accident involving inanimate objects like trees or cones or people's house gates, I think I can handle that kind of pressure. Or just ignore it.

Luckily the guy was a nice guy and he admitted that he's the one at fault, which makes all the shenanigans much more easier.

My poor wukong is now in Sungai Besi, alone and cold amongst other cars.

Syiiaaannnn diee? Cube cari nombor plat dia? Tak ada bukan? Tau kenapa? Sebab dah terlekat kat kereta orang tu. Tulah orang kata, kissing kuat sangat mestilah tertinggal lipstick. Ha lebih kurang camtu la nih. Lambang proton pon takde. I was thinking of replacing the Proton logo with an Autobot logo? Or Decepticon. No? Too rempit? OK.

But all in all, I couldn't do nothing today if it wasn't for my Dad. He settled everything for me, I just stand there veiled in hopelessness. I love you Dadi. :D

Disgustingly uninteresting updates.

Hello. These are the things that I found out last couple of weeks:

1. OK yang ni paling excited nak tulis. This is a good news to any couple who can't wait to get married without the consent of their parents/wife/wives. Apparently there's a new 'place' for them to get hitched in Kelantan, I don't know specifically where but hey guess what, you don't have to go to Thailand anymore. Such good news, eh! So now, if your husband/boyfriend/girlfriend/dad/grandfather/brother/sister selalu outstation/emergency breakdown/emergency on-call/whatever at Kelantan, you know what to do. Haha. I was told that it was done because they want to encourage people to get married. I suppose it's to avoid all those unnecessary things la kot. The best thing is, that organisation or whatever will provide you with a wali if you don't have one. And it is legal. Where did I get all this info? The Medical Director told me and he's Indian. And he knows what a wali is! I don't know why that amazes me so much.

2. I now know that Indians and Chinese also speak broken English, not all but some. I don't know why I have this idea in my head that they can speak better English than Malays. Turns out to be the same. 1 Malaysia!

3. An Excel file can actually be linked to a Word file. Wow.

4. The top 10 universities in the world are in the US. I thought Oxford was the first or at least in the top 10. Or maybe the guy who made the list is from the US I dunno..

5. The fact that the Managing Director is a tight arse : proven. The more money you have, the more of a tight arse you become.

6. Kedai nasi padang kat sebelah Ayam Penyet AP Sunway sedap jugak. And cheaper than that restaurant at Subang Parade (obviously).

7. I'm allergic to racism and politics. Not that I always was OK with it anyway.

8. I hate kids aged between 5-12.

9. I've grown closer to my baby brother and I miss him when I'm at work. I occasionally smile to myself whenever I accidentally recall his stupid facial expressions.

10. 26 March 8.30 p.m. = Earff hour (according to Hazim)

11. I LOVE THE SHREDDING MACHINE!

12. My weight has been the same.

13. Tukdin (a Malaysian restaurant in Paddington) serves sambal belacan. Who the hell's gonna eat that?! Apart from Malaysians lah. I wonder how much it costs over there.

14. Gaji dah masuk. Vincci banyak kasut baru.

15. If you take a warm shower right after you applied nail colors, the paint will go straight off! What a waste of energy and focusnessness and left hand awkwardness.

16. My swivel chair is being such an ass lately. I don't know what's wrong with the lever, but satu hari tu tak sah kalau tak buat aku rasa macam turun elevator tiba-tiba kat depan computer tu. One minute my face is the same level as the computer monitor, the next thing I know I'm inhaling the dust in between the keyboard and my arms are fully terkangkang. Not that dramatic la kan, saje je. Hahah. Inilah hukuman suka main turun-turun kerusi masa dekat lab computer tingkat 9.

17. Quinn's beginning to irritate me more and more.

18. I'm gonna be late and Dad's gonna kill me. Bye!

I hope I have more interesting things to write in the future. I bore myself to death.

Bali.

1. Bali was quite awesome. It was exotic, mainly because the Hindu they practice over there is very different from the one in Malaysia. The word I find suitable to describe Bali Hindu is ancient.
2. Bali drivers and motorcyclists always drive in 3 lanes, even when there are only 2. Imagine how close the cars and bikes are.
3. People over there will honk their cars every chance that they get. Sometimes I don't even know what they're honking at. They even honk at innocent pedestrians who are trying to cross the roads.
4. Guys where flowers on their ears. Both of their ears.
5. Madi is Bali's common name for guys.
6. I couldn't stand the weather in Bali. No, that's not it. I couldn't stand being sweaty while sight-seeing or shopping or whatever. Super menyampah, bukan?
7. Matahari is a very decent mall in Kuta Square where you can find cheap but pretty clothes. SANGAT MURAH OKAAAY, BILA CONVERT JADI MURAH GILA TIBA-TIBA BAWAK PERGI KAUNTER ORANG TU CAKAP ''INI DISKON LAGI 50 PERSEN YAA.."
8. Apparently they think that a piece of wood carving shaped like a p*nis would make a good souvenir for the tourists.
9. Tanah Lot was breathtakingly beautiful.
10. Halal food was not easy to find in Bali. To them, a halal restaurant is the one that doesn't serve pork.
11. 85% of the population are Hindus.
12. The only mosque in Bali was under renovation and the state of that building was awful! There were pieces of cements everywhere on the floor. There were no walls at the women ablution place. Men and women can easily main-main mata with each other in the prayer halls because they don't put any tabir.
13. Some Balinese's hate for Malaysians are obvious. Bola punya pasal. I hope they didn't put anything in my food.
14. The billboards were funny because they were written in Indonesian. "Ketik 1234 untuk mendapatkan SMS gratis." which means "Type 1234 to get free SMSs" Ketikketikketikketik.
15. Andi and I got annoyed with a group of tourists from China while having lunch in Kintamani because they yelled and shouted instead of just talk. Are they always that loud? I mean they're talking to the person next to them, but it was as if they're 100 meters apart.
16. Hazim mandi swimming pool sampai hitam, sampai kawan dia tanya, "Eh, awak siapa?" HAHAHHA
17. Bali is quite famous for its kopi luwak, and it's said to be the most expensive coffee in the world. The coffee bean was eaten by a type of musang, called luwak and apparently the bean got half processed inside the luwak. So eventually the luwak has to poop the bean out. And these crazy people made coffee out of those poop beans. It smells quite delicious though. The coffee, not the luwak. And definitely not its poop.
18. Sambung pasal luwak. Because of the increasing demands of the coffee, the Balinese actually force the luwak to eat coffee beans, which are not their favourite food. So, many luwaks become unhealthy and stressed out because of that. :(
19. My flight to Malaysia was delayed for an hour. Stupid Air Asia.
20. Never, I repeat, NEVER line up behind an Arab at the airport. Mesti ada je yang tak kena and you end up waiting a long long time for them to get settled at the counter. And they won't step aside and let other people through, and they will never admit that it's their fault, boy they are one proud race.
21. Here are some snazzy pictures that I'm going to upload on Facebook anyway.

Look at how dedicated they are to their gods. This is Vishnu and he is still incomplete. Sebab apa? Sebab tak cukup duit.

This is part of the Vishnu statue. Vishnu is suppose to like, sit on this garuda's neck or something.

The temple by the cliff.

One stressful luwak.

Welcome 2011.

What is 'pain'? Ceywah.

It's the bruise on your knee when you fell off your first bike ride.

The first trip to the dentist.

Pain is what every mother feels every single time she sees her child cry.

The shame you felt when your prom dress isn't as awesome as the other girls.

The embarrassment when people make a big deal out of your imperfections.

The sharp stab on your chest when you saw your mum cry.

Pain is crying inside.

Your first tattoo.

Your first piercing.

Pain is the tears that fall when you lost your little brother.

It is the empty space when you are miles and miles away from the one who loves you.

It is when people think you are 'unacceptable'.

Pain is when people judge you for who you aren't.

To them, you're forever that person they thought you are.

Seeing children suffering from hunger and there are nothing significant you can really do. Well, unless you're Angelina Jolie.

Pain is when people hate you when they don't even know you.

It is when your friends talk behind your back.

It's what you feel when people don't appreciate you.

It's what you feel when a man you hoped will always stand up for you, doesn't.

The hurtful feeling when you found out a friend is a back stabber.

It is the feeling of pathetic-ness when you are constantly reminded of how you will never be good enough.

It is the feeling of hopelessness when your brain tells you to let go but your heart can't seem to.

I started my new year with a painful reminder. It sucked real bad. Well, c'est la vie. I wish you guys all the best and happiness on this new year! Stay strong.

I'm an emotional train wreck HAHAHHA ahh well, that just makes me....human.

Gimme back my holiday!

In my last post, I mentioned that I hate working when everybody else isn't. So, today, that's exactly what I get. Najib declared today a public holiday because Malaysia won in a soccer game against Indonesia last night. Congratulations! Despite all the swearing my Dad threw at the TV screen last night, you guys still won. #malaysiaboleh.

Being in the finance/accounts department has one shitty disadvantage. When year end's getting nearer, your working hour will be longer and longer. Because you'll have to do what they call 'closing', which I think is not 'closing' at all. All I remember doing was 'opening' last months' files to search for missing invoices, figures and all that jazz. I don't know if that's a normal occurrence, those missing documents, or are they all shitty accountants? HAHA.

So, today, I had to go to the office to do the 'closing'. My boss told me that I can claim for the overtime but hell, I don't wantcho moneyh, I want my holideyh dammit! Haha. I came at 10 a.m. and got back home at 4 p.m. I intended to stay up until 12.00 p.m. but shit didn't happen. Do you wanna know why? I don't care if you don't want to I'll tell you anyway. Because I spent most of my time waiting for my mentor (I guess you can call her that since she's suppose to teach me all those SAP stuff). It was always like, "Farah, lepas ni you buat ini ye. Ok, I ajar you." Then she comes over and teaches me. Halfway through, someone came and told that they need her help. So she went to help, leaving me with half knowledge about what I'm suppose to do, which means that I couldn't complete the work until she comes back. And I don't want to be doing anything that I'm unsure of because then, it will get worse and my workload will increase. So, when she came back, she would go back to her place and continue with her work and have totally forgotten about me! I, being a very polite and stupid person, waited. I just thought that maybe her work is more urgent and I should wait a while before interrupting her. And then I interrupt her. And the cycle continues.

Normally, in my student years, I would never care if my balance sheets aren't balance. I would never go back and check my journal entries if there are any omissions or mistakes. I would just leave my unbalanced balance sheet with the debit credit differences of over 100,000. (That was how I scored B for my FAR. Terer kan?) But now, even a difference of MYR17.73 is a huge deal! Not because I cared at all, I would willingly donate that MYR17.73 out of my own pocket and carry on with my life. If Fresenius is my company, that's exactly what I'll do. But nooooooo, you'll have to look for that teeny bitchy bit of amount so that the balance sheet will have zero balance! I hate you balance sheet! This proves that I will never be eligible to open up my own accounting firms. All those unbalanced balance sheets.... Maybe, just maybe, I'll end up like Enron. Or Lehman Brothers.

Can't wait to see Seming & Aloyah tonight!

Happy new year, dear readers.

Working life.

I've been wanting to write about my job since I first started on the 1st December, but haven't really got the time to do so. By the time I got home it's already 6.45 p.m. and usually I'll be racing up to my room to perform Asar prayer. And after that Maghrib. And after that I'll be having crappy dinner because I was too tired to even bother eating proper food. And then I'll head upstairs to watch TV until I fall asleep on the couch. I have no idea why I don't just go straight to bed after dinner. Oh yea, because if you sleep right after you eat, you'll gain weight. And to prevent myself from sleeping, I watch TV...sambil baring, which eventually lead to me sleeping my ass off on the couch! Story of my life.

The first week of work was bloody horrible. It was a boring day, as I had nothing to do and my computer haven't been set up yet, and the awkwardness level that day was beyond terrible. There were so many cringe-worthy moments. Like the first day of work, I was very early. So I sat down at the waiting area, which is right in front of the ladies washroom. And then a lady staff came up to me and put a mug of coffee she was carrying on the table next to me and she asked me,"Has someone talked to you yet?" Bloody awful question, what she meant was saya dah di layan ke. So I answered yes. Automatically, if you saw someone does that, you'd think that drink is for you lah kan. Or no? Maybe it was just me. So being presumptuous as I am, I wanted to thank her for the drink. Just as I was about to open my mouth, she took a sip from my drink, and smiled and went to the washroom. In my head I was like saying to myself,"Oooh, tumpang letak air je rupanya." Bersyukur gila tak cakap thank you, kalau tak dia memang kena bagi dah la air tu kat aku. Hahahhaha. Total facepalm worthy.

I spend most of lunch hours alone because I can't seem to click with my office mates. Firstly because most of them are Chinese and you can't eat lunch with them because they usually go to Chinese stalls or restaurants. But they're friendlier than the akak-akak Malays ni. Secondly, the akak-akak are all 25++ of age. I can't seem to find a topic that suits both of us. If they're not talking about marriage, they'll be talking about their kids, and trust me, if it's the kids topic, I keep staring at my soup like there's gold in it. How do I join the topic? I don't even like kids! Haha. And thirdly, if it's not the kids or marriage topic, they would be talking about some old staff members, which obviously I have no clue whoever they are. And normally this topic will be the hottest most kepoh-est. It's a shame that I don't know who are they talking about, really.

Luckily they don't really talk about kain kat mana murah and carpet kat mana cantik.

About the job I'm doing, I kinda like it. I'm in the Finance department, taking care of the accounts payable. I issue payments and process staff claims. I like what I do, except for the part of issuing a cheque. You make 1 teeny tiny bit of mistake on the cheque, then it can no longer be used and you'll have to issue another one. Selama aku kerja, dah 6 cheque aku kena cancel. The normal amount of cheques cancelled a month is mostly 2 or 3. Cancel sebab apa? Sebab salah eja Taiping. I spelled it 'Taipinh' (by using the cheque printer.) And I wrote the wrong names on 4 cheques. HAHAHHA. 1 cheque 50sen, 6 cheques? Murah je kan. Kecoh. But the paranoid feeling that everybody might think you're a klutz, you can't do anything correctly, you can't handle simple little things.. Those are the feelings that I get when I make mistakes, stupid mistakes. Emosi di situ.

But I learned a lot this past few weeks. My debit credit knowledge is improving, I daresay. I learned how to answer the phone and saying my name, good morning and the company name very very quickly, although I usually answer with just a sleepy hello. I learned to use the shortcuts in Microsoft Excel. I learned how to use the SAP. I learned how to prepare a cheque using a cheque printer. I learned how to use the copier machine. I learned how to fax. I learned how make a tired face when I feel like getting home early, at 5.30 sharp, so people would think that I've worked a lot that day and I'm all stressed out so I have to go home early.

In conclusion, I like my job. I just hate waking up to it. Especially on Fridays and Mondays. And especially when everybody else is on holiday.

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