My Half Full, Glass O’ Chocolate Milk

Dear Boss,

I resign.

Yours Sincerely,
Skunks

Thoughts: (hmmm, too simple…)

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Dear Boss,

I resign. Thank you for your guidance and support throughout the entire 6 months. But I have found a better opportunity in a bigger organization.

Yours Sincerely,
Skunks

Thoughts: (hmmm, not what I wanted to say…)

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Dear Boss,

I resign.

I find this job and environment not suitable for my lifestyle. I had to wake up damn early everyday to catch the bus in the dark, because I stayed too far from work. My salary isn’t fit to pay car instalments or stay near to work where rents are expensive. Even though the bus stops right at my doorsteps, I still have to walk 700 meter to work everyday, and 700 more back out to the bus stop.

I’ve almost got robbed twice. JB to Malaysia is like Mexico to the States. Seemed like every criminal is hiding here. Rats roamed everywhere (literally). Expenditures cost me like i’m staying in KL, whilst I earn just what Alor Star supermarket would pay their sales girls.

Roads are not even close to resembling Sami Vellu’s smooth forehead. Buses and Lorries that emits OBVIOUS black smoke containing thick toxicating carbon monoxide are seen everyday. And if i walk on the road and not meet some bike or cars exceeding the speed limit at least once per day, i’d strike lottery without buying one.

I can’t seemed to get exercise here, except for trying to climb the staircase everyday to work. Gym classes costs as much as I spend on food, and no parks or hills are safe to walk in without feeling someone or something’s ready to pounce on you anytime.

Low morality seemed like a trend here. Stupid car washer workers whistles at you, mad man with half his trousers torn dangling by his heels stares at you, dirty people watch you like they wanted to rob you, uneducated youngsters in dark green long pants rules the malls at schooling hours, and colleague seemed jealous when you’re wearing RM30 Nike tees you got from sales.

A Johor born friend told me once, form 5 is enough education to survive in Johor. If you graduate diploma, you’re a genius. If you graduate degree, you’re a rich brat where your parents corrupt the examiner or marker to get you pass.

Tell me, even your company treats me good, how am I to survive here?

Btw, thanks for allowing me access to my blog, friendster and my many mails. You’ve been a darling.

Yours Sincerely,
Skunks

Thoughts: (ahhh… perfect)

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HAPPY POST VALENTINES DAY!!!

Many feared for Valentines day. Some are afriad they might break down and cry, some are afraid some thing unexpected will happen, some are afraid their valentines might let them down, some are afraid that the one they wanted went out with another for valentines…
But when its finally over, they felt amazingly… nothing.

As for me, I’m relieved. Nothing mushy wooshie. In fact, it was just as I expected. Fun long conversations and jokes throughout the dinner at Secret Recipies with Will. I had a and speghetti meatballs. *drool again*

Chocolate Indulgence~

My Speg~Beef MeatBalls and Will’s Irish Lamb Stew

Mienz, The cake tasted sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sinfully nice, I even DREAMT that I bought two yesterday night… But i woke up before I get to eat em~ -___-”

Will had an Irish Lamb Stew. *another drool*

The lil’ pig who can’t wake up every morning

As for the gift THE girls are suppose to receive on Valentines day, Will wanted to get me a Creative MP4 player. HAAAAAA… gadgets gadgets gadgets~~!! I ended up getting a buncha stuff from The Body Shop. Now, what’s better than a hundred over dollar buncha wilt-able flower with my name written on a cheap 30 cent card?

(Answer: A hundred over dollar worth of skin products that I can actually use and benefit me)

And the Creative mp4? It’s still coming, but later. Cus i can’t find one that suits me well enough. (jahat nyer, nak choose lagi~) Hehehehe…

And Your Nastiness who had to wake the pig

**Sign off~

Happy Valentines Day to all
those who found one to celebrate with in the last minute,
and to those who had expected who to celebrate with without needing to ask,
and to those who haven’t had anyone to celebrate with yet,
and to those who were let down on the last minute,
and to those who don’t believe in Valentines day,
and to those who don’t even realise its Valentines day,
and to those who acted as tho they don’t need a Valentines day,
and to those who are crying their eyes out for not having a valentines today,
and to those who are too busy to celebrate even tho they wanted to,
and to those who are havin themselves as their own valentines,
and to those who can’t feel valentines even tho they tried,
and many many more who are going to live through this day, we commercially called – Valentines Day.

Try hit ‘Valentines Day truth’ and you’ll find plentiful of religious and historical stories about Valentines day. Tho i’d love to see people re-living the Roman fertility festival of Lupercus. *grins*

From some of the readings, I found out that on this day, back the the days when christianity haven’t landed on Rome, people there worshipped pagan gods. (bet you all know about it from Da Vinci Code) … and Valentines day weren’t called “St. Valentines Day”. It were called “the Roman fertility festival of Lupercus”.

“On February 14, billets (small pieces of paper, each of which had the name of a teen-aged girl written on it) were put into a container. Teen-aged boys would then choose one billet at random. The boy and the girl whose name was drawn would become a “couple,” joining in erotic games at feasts and parties celebrated throughout Rome. After the festival, they would remain sexual partners for the rest of the year. This custom was observed in the Roman Empire for centuries” (extracted from: http://www.thercg.org/articles/ttbsvd.html, The Restored Church of God)

I will want to express my apologies to all my christian friends if this is a lil’ touchy, but i find this interesting, really. Its not about the religion, but the celebration. Kinda cute isn’t it? How those people from ancient times invent celebrations that are so ‘beyond’ what people would do nowadays.

Greek god “Lupercus”, also known as “Pan” in Roman mythology.