religion; to most - a sensitive issue. each unto their own beliefs, i believe that no one particular belief is greater than another. however one chooses to connect themselves with its creator is their prerogative. and thus i deteste people who judge others just because they conceive their faith in an unconventional way (to what is conventional to them).
to many, especially in this 'closed' society i inhabit, i'm perceived as liberal. or in malay, tidak beragama. just because i don't project my faith via certain traditions and rituals, i'm suddenly a lost soul/case, and my ultimate fate is straight down the wrath of fires below.
arbitrate as you may, for that too is your right. my faith is concrete and i don't need urging of it being otherwise.
a note to all though, it's okay to question something that doesn't make sense. if it's not logical, it probably isn't right.
this is my inconvenient truth.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
sex(y)'s back!
omg! of all the rumors that sink, let this be true.
the clothes. shoes. bags. wit. sex. drama. men. friendship. city.
ny, i heart u.
i CAN'T wait!
Monday, July 9, 2007
july to-dos
this july, i plan to :-
Eat: less carbs and sweets. will power don't fail me now
Wear: lots of accessories! been neglecting that part of the wardrobe for awhile
Shop: i need a good belt. the white dior jeannette looks interesting...
Watch: Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix!! (if i fall asleep to this one i will quit my job, and hope to die). transformers again. i will not betray josh duhamel twice.
Read: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Listen: Maroon 5, 30 secs to Mars, Rooney, Garbage
Party: remember how i said i wouldn't party come june? be careful what you wish for.
ended up hitting the town every weekend for birthdays, friends back in town, etc (promise!)
Sports: yoga, must-make-time-for-yoga. MUST. it's been too long
...and spend quality time with friends who are back for the holidays
xo
Eat: less carbs and sweets. will power don't fail me now
Wear: lots of accessories! been neglecting that part of the wardrobe for awhile
Shop: i need a good belt. the white dior jeannette looks interesting...
Watch: Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix!! (if i fall asleep to this one i will quit my job, and hope to die). transformers again. i will not betray josh duhamel twice.
Read: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Listen: Maroon 5, 30 secs to Mars, Rooney, Garbage
Party: remember how i said i wouldn't party come june? be careful what you wish for.
ended up hitting the town every weekend for birthdays, friends back in town, etc (promise!)
Sports: yoga, must-make-time-for-yoga. MUST. it's been too long
...and spend quality time with friends who are back for the holidays
xo
Monday, July 2, 2007
the twentysomething worker
i've been completely overwhelmed by an article a colleague passed me a week ago [from my entries you can tell how much time i really have to dawdle about, NOT] from cnnmoney.com, entitled, 'attracting twentysomething workers' .
the deeper i delve into the article, i literally squeal in delight, 'omg, that's SO me!'. i hate being stereotyped but, adherence on the other hand, i favour.
Journalist, Nadira A. Hira has a flair for writing and her comments are felicitous. The article's main focus is the relegation of power and economy from the now retiring baby boomer generation to the gen-y breed [that's us dear friends, born between 1977-1995]. My favourite lines from the story are quoteunquote:
"They're ambitious, they're demanding and they question everything, so if there isn't a good reason for that long commute or late night, don't expect them to do it. When it comes to loyalty, the companies they work for are last on their list - behind their families, their friends, their communities, their co-workers and, of course, themselves"
"The kids - self-absorbed, gregarious, multitasking, loud, optimistic, pierced - are exactly what the boomers raised them to be, and now they're being themselves all over the business world.
It's going to be great"
"Gen Y sometimes seems to share one overstimulated brain, and it's often tuned to something featuring Lindsay Lohan. Add to that the speed with which Yers can find Lindsay Lohan - day or night, video or audio - in these technology-rich times, and it's suddenly not so strange that Gen Y has developed such a distinct profile."
"Of course, Gen Yers have been told since they were toddlers that they can be anything they can imagine. It's an idea they clung to as they grew up and as their outlook was shaken by the Columbine shootings and 9/11. More than the nuclear threat of their parents' day, those attacks were immediate, potentially personal, and completely unpredictable. And each new clip of Al Gore spreading inconvenient truths or of polar bears drowning from lack of ice told Gen Yers they were not promised a healthy, happy tomorrow. So they're determined to live their best lives now."
"Google chats going with two friends, and text messages coming from my boyfriend, who's on assignment in Africa. When things really get going, I'll put on "Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers," which has kept me company through every major story of my writing career. In short, I'm ridiculous."
"I know this will be alarming to read, particularly for my mother, who cares so much about my image that she began blow-drying my hair when I was 4. But it had to be written, because I've come to realize that the most significant characteristic of the Gen Y bird is that we are unapologetic. From how we look, to how spoiled we are, to what we want - even demand - of work, we do think we are special. And what ultimately makes us different is our willingness to talk about it, without much shame and with the expectation that somebody - our parents, our friends, our managers - will help us figure it all out."
Brilliant. Read the whole article for a better introspective. Anyone ever thought to look up what the Y in y-generation stood for? in my humblest [cough] opinion, i'd think that the epithet 'i-generation' is more apt to define us. i for information, i for individual, i for independent. justin may have brought sexyback but steve jobs made 'i-' a household name.
rosy times lay ahead.
the future is in our hands. be good with it y'all.
xo
the deeper i delve into the article, i literally squeal in delight, 'omg, that's SO me!'. i hate being stereotyped but, adherence on the other hand, i favour.
Journalist, Nadira A. Hira has a flair for writing and her comments are felicitous. The article's main focus is the relegation of power and economy from the now retiring baby boomer generation to the gen-y breed [that's us dear friends, born between 1977-1995]. My favourite lines from the story are quoteunquote:
"They're ambitious, they're demanding and they question everything, so if there isn't a good reason for that long commute or late night, don't expect them to do it. When it comes to loyalty, the companies they work for are last on their list - behind their families, their friends, their communities, their co-workers and, of course, themselves"
"The kids - self-absorbed, gregarious, multitasking, loud, optimistic, pierced - are exactly what the boomers raised them to be, and now they're being themselves all over the business world.
It's going to be great"
"Gen Y sometimes seems to share one overstimulated brain, and it's often tuned to something featuring Lindsay Lohan. Add to that the speed with which Yers can find Lindsay Lohan - day or night, video or audio - in these technology-rich times, and it's suddenly not so strange that Gen Y has developed such a distinct profile."
"Of course, Gen Yers have been told since they were toddlers that they can be anything they can imagine. It's an idea they clung to as they grew up and as their outlook was shaken by the Columbine shootings and 9/11. More than the nuclear threat of their parents' day, those attacks were immediate, potentially personal, and completely unpredictable. And each new clip of Al Gore spreading inconvenient truths or of polar bears drowning from lack of ice told Gen Yers they were not promised a healthy, happy tomorrow. So they're determined to live their best lives now."
"Google chats going with two friends, and text messages coming from my boyfriend, who's on assignment in Africa. When things really get going, I'll put on "Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers," which has kept me company through every major story of my writing career. In short, I'm ridiculous."
"I know this will be alarming to read, particularly for my mother, who cares so much about my image that she began blow-drying my hair when I was 4. But it had to be written, because I've come to realize that the most significant characteristic of the Gen Y bird is that we are unapologetic. From how we look, to how spoiled we are, to what we want - even demand - of work, we do think we are special. And what ultimately makes us different is our willingness to talk about it, without much shame and with the expectation that somebody - our parents, our friends, our managers - will help us figure it all out."
Brilliant. Read the whole article for a better introspective. Anyone ever thought to look up what the Y in y-generation stood for? in my humblest [cough] opinion, i'd think that the epithet 'i-generation' is more apt to define us. i for information, i for individual, i for independent. justin may have brought sexyback but steve jobs made 'i-' a household name.
rosy times lay ahead.
the future is in our hands. be good with it y'all.
xo
Sunday, July 1, 2007
fluffy zombies
whoa, it's been a crazy few weeks. badaaboom bam buu and it's july.
my producer's been on my back so much, blaming me for every single thing that goes wrong in production on me, even on stuff i honestly know nothing about. by post, i'm supposed to be a broadcast journalist but really i'm a scriptwriter, transcript-er, editor, director, administrator, dispatch person, personal assitant (aka SLAVE) all rolled into one. in short, a coolie at the bottom of the food chain and most definitely underpayed. or rather not payed at all. i've been working for 2 and a half months and i haven't received a single cheque.
i'm lucky if i get 5 hours of sleep. i get up by 7am, head to work and stay on til midnight. the cylce repeats itself the following day. long hours aside, my motivation for this job is zilch.
i haven't seen my family in awhile. i leave before they get up and by the time i'm back they're already asleep. i haven't spent a decent amount of time with my boyfriend. when i do have the time, and we catch a movie, i doze off to shrek 3, pirates of the carribbean 3, fantastic 4, ocean's 13, spiderman, transformers (omg, who sleeps at transformers?!?!!? it's so good). u name it, i've slept through it. i haven't been updated with my friends' lives. there are days i don't even have time to wash my hair. i'm breaking out. i didn't call my closest cousin to wish her on her birthday, and that's NEVER happened. i was too busy to take note of the date. i haven't shopped, i've barely had time to come online ( it's 3:55am now, and i'm fighting the urge to sleep because i miss blogging). i can't feel my legs. my back throbs every now and then. my throat's sore. my nose is runny. hurricane katrina's paid a visit to my room & car. i get through my days in a trance. it all seems so fluffy.
i've never felt so miserable in my 21 years of existence. but then again, i don't even have the time to dwell on my misery.
oh, and here's what my producer has to say about my writing - "Start using simpler, more conversational words. Oftentimes you fall into the malapropism trap."
fuck, u just contradicted yourself in that sentence woman.
i quit.
my producer's been on my back so much, blaming me for every single thing that goes wrong in production on me, even on stuff i honestly know nothing about. by post, i'm supposed to be a broadcast journalist but really i'm a scriptwriter, transcript-er, editor, director, administrator, dispatch person, personal assitant (aka SLAVE) all rolled into one. in short, a coolie at the bottom of the food chain and most definitely underpayed. or rather not payed at all. i've been working for 2 and a half months and i haven't received a single cheque.
i'm lucky if i get 5 hours of sleep. i get up by 7am, head to work and stay on til midnight. the cylce repeats itself the following day. long hours aside, my motivation for this job is zilch.
i haven't seen my family in awhile. i leave before they get up and by the time i'm back they're already asleep. i haven't spent a decent amount of time with my boyfriend. when i do have the time, and we catch a movie, i doze off to shrek 3, pirates of the carribbean 3, fantastic 4, ocean's 13, spiderman, transformers (omg, who sleeps at transformers?!?!!? it's so good). u name it, i've slept through it. i haven't been updated with my friends' lives. there are days i don't even have time to wash my hair. i'm breaking out. i didn't call my closest cousin to wish her on her birthday, and that's NEVER happened. i was too busy to take note of the date. i haven't shopped, i've barely had time to come online ( it's 3:55am now, and i'm fighting the urge to sleep because i miss blogging). i can't feel my legs. my back throbs every now and then. my throat's sore. my nose is runny. hurricane katrina's paid a visit to my room & car. i get through my days in a trance. it all seems so fluffy.
i've never felt so miserable in my 21 years of existence. but then again, i don't even have the time to dwell on my misery.
oh, and here's what my producer has to say about my writing - "Start using simpler, more conversational words. Oftentimes you fall into the malapropism trap."
fuck, u just contradicted yourself in that sentence woman.
i quit.
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