Happy New Year

Some things to remember for that annual New Year bash:



















How many items can you put on a drunk dude who had passed out on your couch (with shoes on)...

Open Concept

Open concept office layout: I see you, you see me; we can see everybody, everywhere...

Open concept office

I was somewhat perplexed as to why I was suddenly receiving so many strange friend requests through Facebook recently.

One friend request came from a white guy whom I've never met before...

I noticed there were MANY young Asian girls whom he had added as his Facebook friends.

And then I found out this same name appearing in this "Violation History" website. Not sure if it's the same person from the picture above, but it's still freaky..........

I then realized why these strange friend requests suddenly kept coming in… It was all that Facebook founder’s fault because his company suddenly decided to “open up” every Facebook user’s profile to everyone else, unless you reset your privacy settings.

It’s eerie. For the past few weeks, my slightly private life had probably been made available to many strangers through the Internet.

Picture above: Facebook founder, Mark Suckerbird

This Harvard genius Mark Suckerbird has probably never come across THIS STORY before.

Sometimes, sharing too much information about you with the whole wide world isn’t too wise.

I hope Mark Suckerbird suffers a terrible hangover on New Year ’s Day, and that Facebook would learn to respect its clients’ privacy and not repeat this silly mistake by going for the "OPEN" concept. D@mn you, Mark!

Grieving

*This is an “emo” story.

It’s nice to receive Christmas greetings from friends. This only goes on to show that people still remember you. But it’s not nice at all to receive a Christmas greeting from one of your friends on Christmas Day, only to have her inform you the very next day that her father had suddenly passed away.

The numerous weddings that I had attended and heard about this year had so far been interrupted with three shocking news of former schoolmates’ parents passing on. It’s that part in the circle of life which you would rather pretend never existed.

These people who had passed on were still too young to so suddenly end the journey of their lives. They had witnessed their children grow up and graduate from universities, but yet to witness any of them get married… yet to experience the joy of being first-time grandparents.

There are not many other people out there just like Diana who constantly remembers to cheer people up despite the various difficulties she has to experience on a regular basis.

Diana likes to play pranks on her friends. When I saw her message, “My father just passed away”, I almost wished it was just another one of her silly pranks. But it wasn’t.

I’m not exactly sure what a “crying idiot” really, really looks like, but I practically cried like an idiot upon hearing that news, putting my PREMIER© tissue paper to good use.

Diana’s my childhood friend. She had so happily wished me a “Merry Christmas” only the day before her father died. She sounded happy and cheerful. But what she didn’t tell me was that she had wished me “Merry Christmas” while freaking out at the hospital, worrying about her father’s deteriorating condition.

While sitting next to Diana this morning, she told me a story of the many Christians from different churches who regularly visited her father at the hospital to pray for him. Her father accepted the message that those eager church-goers had shared with him. She joked about her mum’s comment on how her father had suddenly become “hot property” being crazily fought over by various different church groups to share the Gospel with him.

She may be grieving, but Diana was still her usual cheerful self. She kept on telling jokes all the way while I helped her fold “hell bank notes”. She was surprised to see me trying to improve my paper-folding skills, but I don’t think there’s any sentence in the Bible that says, “Thou shalt not help a grieving friend do origami”.

Although, in Western eyes, Hell Bank Notes may look like toys or superstitious items, there are considerations concerning the use of Hell Bank Notes that some Chinese people take seriously.

Talking about “hell bank notes”, I once told a funny guy to “Go to hell!”. Was I being too mean? This married-church-leader-with-children actually did put himself through hell soon after, but through his own undoing by stalking a very young girl who’s not his daughter nor wife.

I sometimes think it is more worthwhile to help a true friend in need, regardless of religion, rather than a seemingly religious one with peculiar hidden fetish and fantasies.

Verbally Boxed

I was already contemplating writing about one turd of a college that made my postgraduate student experience a complete mess, but then I still can’t… because they still owe me my deposit… And I would have to continue blogging; writing more rubbish for the time being…

I’m just so thankful my dissertation supervisor only resigned after she had completed assessing my final year project. To those students who lost their supervisors halfway through… tough luck, people… Employees in the private education line tend to move from one college to another quite regularly as a way of gaining better salaries… unless if you’ve got a slightly-demented boss who promotes you on an annual basis within that same organization.

Had I known I would be so horrendously ill-treated by certain administrators from this college, I might as well had just spent my RM40,000 on a solo expedition to Inner Antarctica to torture and starve myself rather than subject myself to such public humiliation by these haughty college administrators over something trivial I didn’t know I had committed, but had seen many lecturers committing before: wearing jeans into the building.

Yes, I spent about RM40,000 for this college to ridicule me. And this is the place I wouldn’t recommend to anyone after this.

Happy Boxing Day!