When Things get Ugly...

I should have blogged about it when I was mad pissed at her. Now all I have is a cluttered mind with life events in my head........ fuh.

I do not understand my superior. We don't have to click. I do not have any intention to be her best buddy, or maybe even a buddy. However, I do respect her position. I admire her ability in solving the lab stuff, but damn her emotional intelligence is almost zero. Suck at managing people which in her case can be a downfall. Not to me, but her. Needless to mention about our feelings, she has a huge lack in that.

I had a breakdown last Wednesday because of her. She chooses a junior over me to be in a meeting! And that happened right after I told her I intend to join the meeting since there was nothing much to do in the lab. I know that she likes that junior more than me, but you don't have to show it that obvious. I was so shocked, the junior felt so bad since she didn't want to hurt neither of our feelings but then decided to follow her to meeting. Superior menang.

I hate hate hate a Superior who practises favoritism. Why do it at work? Do it only with your shoes, or clothes, or cars (if you have more than 1 at home) .. Do not do favoritism with people. It hurts them. I see so many examples of parents being extra nice to one of their kids, and it is just intolerant. You do not think the other kids of yours does not deserve to be loved equally even though they might lack in areas that you favoured in your "most beloved son/daughter".

And when it comes to work, be professional. You are someone we look up to. My friends and I are tired of taking your shitty attitude. You give all the important work that I once handled to my junior, and now I am left like a jobless punk. I do not understand you one bit. Do whatever you want. Favour her whatever you want since you girls talk the same Northern language, but if you give me a KPI I do not think I deserve, I will, without a doubt, complain to the right channel.

I hope you will read this. For once, try to tackle the EQ. I do not think anyone here likes you anyway. I used to look up at you, wanting to be almost like you with your skills and knowledge. Now? All I see in you is you being my Head of Unit. No more, no less.

Respect? ..Only for the position you are in now... Not the person.

That cute FACE!

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Don't you just geram seeing her?.. tee heee

Thursday Rant.. Woohoo!!

My dashboard seem so sad nowadays. I used to see so many fresh blog updates before. But now all seemed dead. Most have moved domain, some even opted to be out of the blogging world.

I know who to blame. Or rather, what to blame.

The Ipads, Tablets and all the smartphones!

We thought by purchasing these gadgets will keep us writing, and thus we bought them. We thought we will read more about our friends, or some stories from strangers more than our previous method which was the desktop.

NOPE !

The gadgets cut short everything. Suddenly everyone's leaving Friendster and start creating account on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram etc. It just seemed so convenient. The normal lengthy expressing post in blogs become micro ( hello to Tumblr) where most got fed up of reading stuff of more than 2 paragraphs long.. Most of us will blame commitment hold us back from writing, when it's actually Candy Crush Saga or Bejewelled Blitz.

Sigh...... and why am I back blogging again, knowing that no one will take time and read, I still don't get it.

Maybe this is the real escapade that I've been looking for this whole time. This is my real definition of vacation. To be able to express what's been cluttering my mind into words, even if it's not in the perfect English grammar. To be able to laugh and smile again upon reading other people who shares the same interest like us.

Hurmmm..

This is good. This feels good. It feels just right. For once after many years, I feel free in heart. I feel at ease..

Or maybe I'm just having too much free time in hands.

Tuesday Rant....

Something is wrong with my tablet setting. As you can see from my previous posts, no paragraphs came out, even the uploaded photos. Gila already I tell you.

Anyway, I will have to skip the Phuket trip for once. I just want to share what's been up with my life of late.

My baby Emily turned 1 last week, June 8th. How time flies. I will never forget the first time I really held her in my arms. I just could not stop myself from touching her small lips, because everything seemed surreal. The feeling of wanting to protect this small fella was just overwhelming.

And thus the beginning of parenthood.

 Everyday is a new experience with her. You do not expect her to suddenly crawling on her knees, but she got you by surprise. You do not think that someone so tiny could actually understand what you want them to do. But they do. They just do. "Emily, listen to Mommy. I said NO. " She looked at me and smiled coyly, then purposely dropped her food from her eating chair. I would get exasperate that moment, but it was for a brief second.

Motherly instinct always kick me when I stare at her (long) as she fell asleep, sometimes snoring. She looks less rascal. She would grab my point fingers with her tiny fingers, and it calms me. She would roll her body close to mine just so she can sleep better, and I'm loving it even though it means that I have to share the side of my bed with my little rascal. May God always bless this love forever.

 The sole reason why I don't blog nowadays. Family commitment, so many things going on with a full pace, I just could not grab myself to sit down and type rants. Playing with Emily and listening to The Hubby telling me about his upcoming events project, all that tires me. And when I do get my chance to relax, it's already 2.30AM in the morning. I kid you not, but I have tons of stories I want to share with you my blogpeeps. I will normally promise myself to write it down before I hit the sack.

NOPE! It normally won't happen. My inner self will curse me of being crazy for wanting to do blogging over resting. And yes, by the time contemplation was done, both my beloved were already snoring soundly.


Huhuhu... What a lame excuse!