Tuesday, September 27, 2005

.: Crazy World :.

The world has gone mad. Well, actually, the world had gone mad a long time ago, ever since homo sapiens invented the wheel. But the world is an even crazier place today. Let's look at the following things that happened recently:

First of all, Liverpool is the reigning European champion. Any Tom, Dick and Harry that watches football would find that fact still very amusing. I mean Liverpool? Give me a break.

Next, Chelsea has all but wrapped up the Barclay's Premier League after 7 games, with 11 points ahead of the nearest rival. (Charlton is not, and I repeat, NOT considered a real football team, nevermind calling them 'rival').

After that, MU fans were booing the GODFATHER of Manchester United Sir Alex Ferguson. That was an unprecendented event, and never in the history of the Red Devils have the fans booed Fergie. NEVER. (except during his first season in charge when he nearly got sacked - even then, I sincerely don't think the fans booed him)

Last, and the strangest among them all, Mr. Arsene Wenger of Arse-nal has this to say about Ferguson and his unfortunate booing incident: 'You know I am not his best friend, but I found it really appalling,' the Frenchman said. 'Of course, like the players we are only as a good as our last game, but what this guy has done for the club, I find it horrendous and nearly unbelievable.'


Monday, September 26, 2005

.: Perils of Feminism :.

I still don't get it. You see it everywhere now, but that does not make it any easier to understand nor comprehend. You see it in the TV, in female magazines, on the news and so on. In fact, I was surrounded by people with this desease since ages ago.

Yes, I'm talking about the malady known as feminism. These days, more and more girls are demanding "equal rights" and "equal opportunity" and similar bullshit along that line. You get the idea.

Now, little females (I am talking about those fanatic devotees of the Feminism cult), if you cannot understand anything else, then understand this: our roles as males and females in the society differs. Get that into your head first and foremost. If you have already started cursing at this point, you needn't read any further. You are beyond help anyway.

Ever since the cavemen days, our roles have been clearly segmented according to our levels of intellectual, mental, social and physical capabilities. Why is that part that hard for you to understand?

You, little feminists and your like minded sisters, are more suited for the following: child bearing, domestic chores and whatever it is that you are good at. Plain and simple. Why? Because me and the rest of the guys don't see ourselves suddenly obtaining the capability to be pregnant anytime soon, and it has been proven through the relative short human history that you are better at doing household chores than we are.

And when is it that the human society discriminated against females? After all, the homo sapien society is made out of 52% females. So you are saying that other females actually discriminates against you too? That's just plain ol stupid, if you ask me.

You think we males have been given all the opportunities in life? Every single, each and every one of them? Hell no, sista. We had to fight for life's little opportunities. We set our objectives, planned our way, and get on with it. We don't sit around with thumbs up our arses bitchin about not getting enough life's opportunities because of discriminations and gender preferences etc etc.

Now that I have made myself clear, please, the next time one of you little people comes to talk to me about me being a male chauvinist pig and stuff like that, read this: HAHAHAHAHA

.: Sign Away, Dudes :.

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Monday, September 19, 2005

.: Half full or half empty :.

"The essence of optimism is that it takes no account of the present, but it is a source of inspiration, of vitality and hope where others have resigned; it enables a man to hold his head high, to claim the future for himself and not to abandon it to his enemy" - Dietrich Bonhoeffer

One of the more apparent differences between humans is their trait of pessimism or optimism. I personally think there's no sane human being that can absolutely stand right in the center of that fence. You are either optmistic, or you are pessimistic. There is no such thing as a person being a half optimist and a half pessimist.

I would like to think I'm a staunch optmimist. I usually believe that things are going to do well, and that it will all end up rosy and happy. Now my trait gives me several distinct advantages, where one of them is of course my courage to try out new ventures. I have usually dared to fail, I am always ready to take the plunge and work hard at it, knowing deep down inside, it is going to end well, if I put in my best effort.

I am usually found to be rather more acceptable to failures than not. If I failed in a particular undertaking, I would tell myself that there must be something that I missed in my planning, and I would keep trying at the task till I succeed. It is not as much due to preserverance rather than optimism, as in the begining I had told myself that this is going to suceeed in the end.

Next, optimism gives me the drive. I would wake up every morning telling myself that today is going to be a much better one than yesterday. Sure, countless mornings have found me staring at my own face in the bathroom mirror wondering what went wrong yesterday to put me in such a dire strait, but then I told myself that it is going to be okay. And then a smile would form in my face, and the day usually ends up much better.

Optimism also gives me a more polished people skill. I communicate better, I give more constructive ideas and people tend to be happier to talk to me. In my line of work, people skill is the number one fundamental qualification that is most essential to the path towards success.

However, the downfall is optimism is the gung ho-ness that it brings along. You are sometimes so convinced that your ideas would work out, you passively igonore the obvious stumbling blocks along the way untill it's too late. Rest assured, though, that this is something I pay a lot of attention to, and I contstantly remind myself to take a step back and analyse the situation in a down to earth manner.

At the age of 25, I am already way ahead of most of my peers in terms of intellectual and career capabilities. I think I owe it to four things: my upbringing, all my good friends beside me, my wonderful other half, and optimism.

I did not write this blog to brag, nor do I write it to make anyone else feel bad about themselves. Instead, knowing that only people close to me would read my blog(s), I would like to instill a little bit more optimism in most of you. No matter how bad it seems, it will all end up alright in the end. Trust me on this.

Good luck, dear friends.

Destiny: It's not the chances we take, but the choices we make that determines our destiny.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

.: Open Letter to My Best Buddy :.

To my childhood friend,

Hi, and how are you doing? You called me at 3 am this morning to tell me about your breakup. I heard you whine and moan and complain. I listen without saying a word, because I know in times like these, a pair of listening ears is by far better than a blabbering mouth.

You told me you miss her, and you feel sorry for all that you have done. You are sorry you never appreciated her enough, you are sorry you fooled around and you are sorry for this and that.

I offer no comments, simply because I know your sorries are cheap. I once told you before, she is a wonderful and special girl. I told you before, you have to stop all the skirt chasing and all the silly boozing sessions. I told you you need to stop all the sexual prowness bragging and all the chauvinistic views about women. Furthermore, I told you before that all the gambling has to stop.

But alas, you, despite being such a wonderful friend to me, as always, blatantly refused to listen to me. You have always put your position in society to that of one above me and the rest of your good friends. Yes no doubt, we might not have been born with a silver spoon, nor do we come from an apparently aristocratic family background such as yours.

However, we are the ones who have been through thick and thin. We have to, sometimes literally, fight for what we believe in. We have to sweat in the midday sun and cry tears of blood at times just to put food on the table.

But that's what gave us a chance to experience life from a different point of view. We knew how to appreciate the little things in life a lot more than you. I told you before that you have to start to cherish her or you'll lose her. She had given you so, so many chances, and you repeatedly took her for granted. And now that she finally throws down her final straw, and she has given up on you.

To be honest, I think it's best for her. Such a great girl does not deserve a womanising jerk like you. That's the fact, plain and simple. She cared about you. She loved you unconditionally. I know as much, as she has told me that before. She could ignore your stupid ramblings about wanting to rule the world, she could overlook your gambling habits. But I don't expect a girl like her to ignore your repeated flings with other girls. And I told you as much before did I not ?

Once a man lost his most important pillar of strength, his life goes downhill from there. Your the rest of your life will come crashing down on you in no time now. The first blocks of the domino have started to fall. The rest should come raining on you like hell fire.

I know you will not listen to me now, and that's fine. All your good friends are used to this. We would be there, as usual, to catch you when you fall. That much I can assure you. But for you to climb up and run again from this round, I think it's going to be tough. With, or without your friends beside you.

I can only hope you take this bitter pill as a good lesson. I bid you all the best then, and may the grace of Allah speed your way.


Your best friend

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

.: Politics and War :.

A recent post by best buddy, Andrew (http://kongboi.blogzy.com/) tells of the perils of office politics via his own unfortunate experience. I too, have the same unfortunate incident of experiencing one rather recently.

I went thru the whole nine yards.. the grand suite of politics an war.. the whole, full pail of shit, so to speak. In this particular incident about 2 months back, there was the pre-requisite political factions. There were the supporters and the opposition citizens. There were fence sitters. Then there were the foreign observers from the 'UN'. Political watchdogs, to use a more formal term.

There was the usual heated political debates. The name calling, the clandestine SMSes. The last minute rallying before 'voting'. And then there were the war machinenary.

Anyway, the story goes like this. Me, being the new kid on the block, was put under the care of a senior in my company. Unfortunately, instead of viewing me as an asset to team up with her to complement each other, I was viewed as a threat since day one (a fact which I'm still very proud of - new staff of less than 1 day viewed as a threat to a veteran who worked for 5 years).

She tried all means and ways to get rid of me (or at least, away from her well guarded accounts - which she's supposed to share). She drew first blood, second blood, and god knows how many other countless times. She fired all the salvos in her inventory. From the cloak-and-dagger sniper fires to 155-mm howitzers. From grenades to heavy artileries. There were even precision smart bombs and heat seeking missles to add to that.

My response ? I remained silent. No, it's not that I was being a goody two shoes, nor was I afraid to fire back. People who knows well knows I am very vengeful and you never to piss me off unless you can take the repercussions.

No, oh no, I was buying time. I was new, so I needed that to study the office enviroment, the sentiments, the strengths and weaknesses. So I bought time by retreats and silence. (In modern warfare, if you are being attacked by a much stronger force, you retreat instead of dying. You slowly consolidate your forces, while studying your foe's strength's and weaknesses, as well as how he operates).

You see, her smart bombs weren't very smart, and artileries wasn't really on target. Occasionally, I get a bullet whizzed by my head and stuff, but generally speaking, I was intact and have not fired a single shot. In short, her abuses were not working as expected, and this frustrates her further.

She wanted to make one final massive push and bombardment after 3 months of frustration. She organized a mass meeting consisted of all the people in her factions (which numbered to 3 in total - including her). The military objective? To bombard me from 3 sides and flanks. And the strategic objective is the one last bomb to make me request for a transfer away from her team (and safely away from being able to steal her accounts)

By then, I had a fairly good idea of all her modus operandis, and her main weaknesses - she's extremely arrogant, and she's very impulsive, and she has a history of bad office politics (one of them stupidly against the ex-head of our division) - something I could use to my advantage.

I did 2 things in the morning before the meeting scheduled for the late pm. First, I harassed her perpetually via SMSes the whole morning. She told me to respect her, and I basically told her to go fly kite. This shocked her, as I have never retaliated. Shocked, but she was still confident of the afternoon's warfare (arrogance, anger.. use these traits against your foe, and you've won half the battle).

Next, I sent a discreet email to my Business Manager (he's the second most senior guy in my company now after the GM - but he was previously the same head of division that this lady tried to get rid off ) inviting him to sit in.

Imagine the shock on all their faces when the meeting started. The pissed off and red-faced smug looks were immediately replaced by shock, uncertainty and stammers.

I don't think I need to tell you guys how the meeting concluded. To cut the story short, the lady in question is now "promoted" to a different division, and last heard, she's leaving soon. Her two 'allies', well, they are now my friends (in politics, there is no permanant friends or enemies). But at least the girl smart enough to keep her mouth shut for now, and stay away from me.

But it's much too late. First blood was drawn. And blood debts remains so until paid in full.

And me? Well, I did say once before, never ever piss me off. I do not forget, much less forgive. I have not been known to be a forgiving person to everyone who knows me.

The best of it? I'm vengeful. I managed to gain back my neutral domain, but I have yet to declare my war on her (I have to appear nice for now, don't I?). And I have not yet even use any of my weapons. But rest assured that I am stocking up my arsenals.

The tide is changing now. The waves of change is here. I am much stronger here than I was 6 months ago. I hereby pledge, if either her or me have not left the company in 6 month's time, I can guarantee she'll wish she was never born in the first place, never mind attempting to piss me off. I swear this in blood.

- To my Business Manager, I sincerely thank you for being the fair and just person that you are. May God speed your way. -