saturday, be good.
An ex-colleague gave me a wonderful opportunity to butcher the dynamics of languages - translating a brochure from English to Malay. In just over 509 words, 2 pages, and chunks of Malay words later, I feel like I just kicked the world's ass with my bountiful Malay! Even if they may be in medical jargons, and honestly unfortunate state.
Oh title texts, I am tired of you!
Chunks of medical jargons, from English to Malay. I'm a survivor, I'm not gonna give up!
Insert vain-drip comment here: I dyed my hair dark chocolate. Figured it is time to go for a matured look, seeing I am already on the older side of 20s. Also I found out my myopia is pretty bad for my left eye. Age, why are you mean to me?
Friday, my colleague mentioned that while I was lost in translation, she was in pain with the racket in the office. To accommodate the new guy who will be joining us, the authorities-that-be decided to cut my ex-assistant director's cubicle into two.
Forget about the fact that the three assistant managers' cubicles opposite mine are big enough to fit a sofa - EACH. Forget about the fact that it makes more sense to cut each of their cubi, and have more than enough floor space for one cubicle. Forget about the fact that they're just totally ridiculous to fit two more cubicles on the already cramped floor space on my side. In case of emergency, we will soon find ourselves jumping over my desk, climbing out from the walls of my cubicle space. Because wait - we only have one point of exit! Funny~~~~~
WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS.
There are two more cubicles on my right side. Altogether there are five cubicles on our side. Opposite? Three cubicles. Yes. Stupid is as stupid does.
It is partly messy because I was trying to find my missing green IKEA cup. However, it was already messy because they shifted some of my items to make space for this or that. Either ways, I needed that cup. I stormed upstairs to the guy who was responsible for this, and demanded he magically produced my cup back.
It was on top of a cupboard. It could have been so much more fun with magic involved though!
An hour into cleaning, my desk was chugging towards spiffiness. Below my desk though, is a whole new world. I need to stop collecting old framed pictures, and painting reproductions. I shall try tomorrow.
I didn't use to have a wall on my left side. There was an open aisle in the past. I would usually hijack the cubicle wall of my assistant director, quite a distance away, to put up random concert pamphlets, and had people asking, "WHAT IS MOGWAI?"
Let me show you a 'before' and 'after' slide:
BEFORE!
See? An aisle next to my desk. No cubi walls thereby giving this illusion that no, I am not a prisoner of heritage.
After.
Again, shall we? BEFORE!
An aisle, where I could stand to count money, reach out for a notebook I forgot in my rush to meetings, decorate the wall across with concert pamphlets, or have people pop out in surprise to share the bejeezus out of me (okay I won't miss that!).
After.
Well done, corporate big guns. Well done.
Perhaps I should make an optimist out of the situation. At least I will have a new friend coming in. Plus with four of us (until the latest one to join the circus comes in June) side by side, we shall build onto the community spirit, and plot mischief!
But for now, like most prisoners, I decorated these confining walls with shiny pretty things, so that I could look forward to the day of fun time frolicking in the sun. BECAUSE THAT DAY WILL COME. Meet my "Japan wall". It was not complete when this picture was taken. I hung two Japanese fans, courtesy of Mr Folding Fan from the programmes I worked on. Note to self: take a shot on Monday.
So there you go! It started out to be a peaceful Mon, Tue, slow Wednesday, painful Thursday, and Who Moved My Fucking Cheese Friday.
I'm watching a performance on Sufi music featuring a whirling dervish this evening. We're going to have drinks and laugh at idiots trolling around this shindig after. I need to be home to watch this epic battle between Real Madrid and Fuckcelona. BOYS, I'D BETTER NOT BE AWAKE AT 4-5AM FOR ANOTHER SHITTY MESS.
But for now, Ooku awaits. Ohkura, ♥. Oh and Nino.
Oh title texts, I am tired of you!
Chunks of medical jargons, from English to Malay. I'm a survivor, I'm not gonna give up!
Insert vain-drip comment here: I dyed my hair dark chocolate. Figured it is time to go for a matured look, seeing I am already on the older side of 20s. Also I found out my myopia is pretty bad for my left eye. Age, why are you mean to me?
Friday, my colleague mentioned that while I was lost in translation, she was in pain with the racket in the office. To accommodate the new guy who will be joining us, the authorities-that-be decided to cut my ex-assistant director's cubicle into two.
Forget about the fact that the three assistant managers' cubicles opposite mine are big enough to fit a sofa - EACH. Forget about the fact that it makes more sense to cut each of their cubi, and have more than enough floor space for one cubicle. Forget about the fact that they're just totally ridiculous to fit two more cubicles on the already cramped floor space on my side. In case of emergency, we will soon find ourselves jumping over my desk, climbing out from the walls of my cubicle space. Because wait - we only have one point of exit! Funny~~~~~
WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS.
There are two more cubicles on my right side. Altogether there are five cubicles on our side. Opposite? Three cubicles. Yes. Stupid is as stupid does.
It is partly messy because I was trying to find my missing green IKEA cup. However, it was already messy because they shifted some of my items to make space for this or that. Either ways, I needed that cup. I stormed upstairs to the guy who was responsible for this, and demanded he magically produced my cup back.
It was on top of a cupboard. It could have been so much more fun with magic involved though!
An hour into cleaning, my desk was chugging towards spiffiness. Below my desk though, is a whole new world. I need to stop collecting old framed pictures, and painting reproductions. I shall try tomorrow.
I didn't use to have a wall on my left side. There was an open aisle in the past. I would usually hijack the cubicle wall of my assistant director, quite a distance away, to put up random concert pamphlets, and had people asking, "WHAT IS MOGWAI?"
Let me show you a 'before' and 'after' slide:
BEFORE!
See? An aisle next to my desk. No cubi walls thereby giving this illusion that no, I am not a prisoner of heritage.
After.
Again, shall we? BEFORE!
An aisle, where I could stand to count money, reach out for a notebook I forgot in my rush to meetings, decorate the wall across with concert pamphlets, or have people pop out in surprise to share the bejeezus out of me (okay I won't miss that!).
After.
Well done, corporate big guns. Well done.
Perhaps I should make an optimist out of the situation. At least I will have a new friend coming in. Plus with four of us (until the latest one to join the circus comes in June) side by side, we shall build onto the community spirit, and plot mischief!
But for now, like most prisoners, I decorated these confining walls with shiny pretty things, so that I could look forward to the day of fun time frolicking in the sun. BECAUSE THAT DAY WILL COME. Meet my "Japan wall". It was not complete when this picture was taken. I hung two Japanese fans, courtesy of Mr Folding Fan from the programmes I worked on. Note to self: take a shot on Monday.
So there you go! It started out to be a peaceful Mon, Tue, slow Wednesday, painful Thursday, and Who Moved My Fucking Cheese Friday.
I'm watching a performance on Sufi music featuring a whirling dervish this evening. We're going to have drinks and laugh at idiots trolling around this shindig after. I need to be home to watch this epic battle between Real Madrid and Fuckcelona. BOYS, I'D BETTER NOT BE AWAKE AT 4-5AM FOR ANOTHER SHITTY MESS.
But for now, Ooku awaits. Ohkura, ♥. Oh and Nino.