Interpretation.

This is the main key to effective communication.

Everyone has their own style, rule and standards.

How do we reach a compromise?

And more importantly,

Is there ever a time where we could justify our stand in NOT compromising?

I'm currently at the lobby, waiting for the tour bus, waiting to regroup.
This is my last time walking on the grounds of this lobby.

The internet here is quite ok.

Unfortunately, the service was a bit slow.
Waiting for the staff to initiate my logging in, took off a great deal of time .
Thus, now not much left for me to put my thoughts down without hurry.

Thailand is a great nation.
The people are resilient and proud of their identity.

I had been diligently reading the Bangkok post and am pleased that I've learned a little more about their country according to their version of news reporting.

I know this is very cliche, but I have learnt more about myself here as a person than what I've experienced as a Malaysian tourist.

Blend in, or at least be unnoticed, because the nail that is sticking out gets hammered on.

My group leader kept asking me if I'm alright.
My continuous smiles and nods didn't seem to have convinced him.
Generally, everyone here has been extraordinarily accomodating towards me.

And yet,




I cried my eyeballs out last night.
What is wrong with me?

I just have to blog in Bangkok.
Come on, I'm here.
Being away from Malaysia for the very first time.

It's the THE opportunity.

I"ve been a pain.
A real pain.

Remember my story about me sticking out like a sore thumb?
Now, it's an understatement.

Yes, I'm a very negative person.
I was brought up based on Murphy's Law.

Compliments rarely come by and I was taught that I didn't deserve any.

Yesterday, my father came to visit.
"Hun, you look prettier..."
"Really? Maybe it's because I'm happier".

Last night, my sis interrupted me in a middle of a conversation outside a bank, "Eh, Hun... yeahlar, you DO look prettier."

Whatever this craze is going,

I'm enjoying it...!!

Bangkok! I'm coming!!

Here I am, at 10pm, still in office.
Stucked at the dead end, on two assignments.
Can't think of any more names.
Can't get myself out of the BOX!

Can I do this?
Will I be fine?
Am I going to be fine?

Oh Lord, what's in store for me?

Yesterday, my sis and I were talking.
She is having some trouble at work.

She said, "Well, I'll just have to hang on a little while longer."
I replied,

"Funny. The last time I told myself that, I got mad."

2 Corinthians 4;16 -Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweights them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen , but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

Would you believe me if I told you this verse came to me in a vision back in 2000, whilst I was in a conference. It just came to my mind.

Years later, I bumped into this verse. I wondered if everything was planned by the Man above?

All of a sudden, as if we were already in a middle of a conversation, I said,

"I might not be able to recognise myself this time next year ."

My confused friend, "Err,, Oh...... Kay."

Actually, I just let out the conclusional part of my self-thoughts.
In my mind, I was recalling how low I felt last Friday when I sat in the same table with the rest of the female colleagues.
Account Execs, Media Buyers, Graphic Designers...
All so hip, gorgeous, fashionable, mature, fit into the picture like a perfect puzzle piece.

But me? Sticking out like a sore thumb.
Then, I was thinking....
Ok..., maybe I can change a little here and there.
Change for the better.
Change only if I'm comfortable and happy with the sort of changes I make.
I continued with my own thoughts when suddenly, I blurted out

"I might not be able to recognise myself this time next year."

I accompanied my sister to a shelter home.
I brought some chocolates and sweets.

There were only two of us.
A very energetic 8-year-old asked me,
"Are there more coming, and will they come again?"
My heart broke.
He's enquiring about people whom he hasn't met, but he's more interested to know if they're the type who will come again.

I sat there for a few minutes and saw another group of people stopping buy , giving generous offerings of groceries.

A few minutes later, another came.

I sat there, realising that the children doesn't lack food.

They lack attention.
Here, people just come and go.
Hardly any who would consistently be around them, paying attention to them, as individuals.

Oh Lord, please remind me of what I have wished for today.

Please remind me.

We were sitting on the sofa waiting for the very much anticipated Ugly Betty. - I let out a girlie-excited squel when Henry said, "Oh, I always know it's you when you say 'It's Me', on the phone." "You make my mouth dry too"

#Ong Chee Leong and Ying Ying’s mother Jess Teh has been charged with murdering Shearwey Ooi Ying Ying, three, whose brutal death stunned the nation. #

My friend commented, " The cruelest act inflicted upon you can only be by your own family, what more your own mother. "

I kept quiet. I know she reads my blog.
I wonder if she realised , I had been saying that several times- in various ways, about my own family's cruelty. Mostly about my mother. When instead of birthright love, I redeemed insane confusion from people who were supposed to love me most.

Having read this, she now understands the awkward silence.

What I learnt was to write as much as possible.
Editing is always easier than adding.

When I presented my script to my group, there was a real awkward situation as they have never faced someone like me before.
So totally out of their own circle.

It turned out, I had used a whole different style they wanted.
They said that the English I used is too 'formal'.

I'm really OK with the comments.
To me, they're little steps to better myself.
However, due to my blur facial expression, I'm worried that they might think otherwise.

I have postponed this entry for a very long time.
It has been suggested on my mind several times but I dismissed the thought.

Now, I changed my mind.
I want to blog about it.

When I write, my mind focuses on the choice of words and flow of thoughts.
Little or none is on grammar and tense of the sentence.
Most of the time, when I'm done typing, I merely check spelling and that's it, click -*publish post* FINITO.

Therefore, I'm not surprised to find language rule mistakes when I reread my old posts.

Embarrassed-yes,

Sorry-no.

My approach towards writing has always been this way.
Back in college, I wrote an essay - Beautiful Sue -written on 24th http://teasips.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html

This essay was meant as an entry to join a contest. That's why I did it in a few minutes. I even got the names of the character mixed up when I repeated them later in the essay. Grammar mistakes were abundant.

My friend read it and took that as the core reference of my standard of English. I kept explaining to her that I can take a grammar test and even score better than her.
But all fell to deaf ears.
I didn't mind.
Until..................

The results of the final English term paper was out.
I was the only one in class to get an 'A'.
Most people will just let it go because it's really not that significant.
But that friend claims that there's something seriously wrong with the examiner, because she's got a 'B' and I an 'A'.
And she's seriously-note the emphasis ,considering to appeal for reexamination of the paper.
Yes, she said that to my face.
Repeatedly.

Can you believe that we are still friends?

We were asking each other what is our favourite time of the day.

A friend shared that being alone on the toilet throne gives her great peace.
Another that 7pm makes him feel calm and glad that the day is almost over.

I didn't think much of it then.

But today, each time I was in the toilet, I kept recalling my friend's explanation. And I find myself agreeing totally to what she said.

7pm had just passed.

I'm glad we had that discussion.
Now, I shall be reminded of the daily joys that are easily available to me.

I fell asleep holding the praying rosary in my right hand last night.

In my dreams, there was a dog who was initially very friendly suddenly bit my right hand, refusing to let go.
I remember that everyone was panicking but I was calm.

The dream is too extraordinary, because when I woke up, I felt very strange. So much, that I had to check up the dream dictionary.

It interprets -" that you have lost your ability to balance aspects of your life. You may be hesitant in approaching a new situation or have no desire to move forward with your goals. "

I don't know what to think............

A fortune teller once told me that I'm too 'straight' - literal translation from Chinese.
I don't bend enough to fit into the crooked lifestyle that is inevitable in today's world.

I went to the Chinese Medical shop last night and asked that he recommend something for my cough.
I bought what he recommended without question.
When I'm home, my mother told me that both my traditional medicine has expired.
I inspected and to my great disappointment, I discovered she's right.

I had trusted that shopkeeper. And he had used that against me, just to make a few bucks.

Later that night, I met up with M and told her about a certain controversy that's taking place in the office.
I told her that I don't see what's the big fuss about.
But I agree with her that I'm far too naive.
There are a certain ugliness about human nature that doesn't seem to sink into me.

Another incident comes to mind.
Years ago, I bought a cake with cracks on top of the cream layer.
I asked the sales assistant what's with the cracks.
Any fool would know that the cracks happened because it isn't fresh anymore and prolonged refrigeration had caused the smooth surface to crack.
But she said, "Oh, it's supposed to be like this. Part of the design."
Like a 2-year-old , I believed her.
And bought the cake.

Now, having lived a few years more.

Have I finally learnt my lesson?

“The basis of shame is not some personal mistake of ours, but the ignominy, the humiliation we feel that we must be what we are without any choice in the matter, and that this humiliation is seen by everyone.”
Milan Kundera (Czech Novelist, Playwright and Poet, b.1929)

Another great quote I learnt from Criminal Minds, the series.

I, like many other ladies my age, do hope to fall in love, start a family and be happy like in the book.

But how could I?

How a person like me dare start a relationship?

And when I truly like someone, or when I truly care for someone, I would definitely want the best for him.

I don't see myself anything remotely close to the best.

I'll just have to look away.

In the office, bad words like F***, B****,S***,T*** is very very common.
They use it as often as words like 'you' and 'me'.

I don't think they have any bad agenda , it's just a way of communication for them.
And I never hold that against them.

Just now, something very unexpectedly and inconveniently FELL from its origin place.

I cursed.
The very same word that is always used in the office.

Sigh... I'm so susceptible.

But I still hold myself fully responsible.

I visited my father yesterday.
We've not seen each other for 2 months.
He's got a new hair cut.
I found him chatting with an elderly native Chinese couple.
Not only is my father Chinese-ed, he speaks with great flair.
Therefore, the couple thought my father must have been educated up to tertiary level.
My father let out a nervous snort and explain that he was never such.

My mind travelled.
I would immediately agree that my father is very intelligent.
He can recall the exact month and year of events that have taken place so long ago , that you wouldn't dare rebut.
He has great mathematical skill and talent of twisting one's sentence into something very manipulative or if you're lucky, simply funny.

But my father is hardly wise. - I'm sure you'd know the difference.

I see the same mal-used talent in my brother and sister.

I fear so much that the legacy also runs within me.

A curse of the family?