Grossness Is Good For Overworked Soul

Was at rushing some work last week when I got offered kick-ass seats to Avatar in 3D. (Or was it Sherlock Holmes? Hmmm... Can't remember no more. I was invited for both.) Couldn't go no thanks to sucky deadlines so... put Frustrated Pam + Tired Pam together with Work-Until-Siao-Liao Pam, and you get this:

Funny but I felt a whole lot better after that. =)

This Is It

Perfectionist. Always pushing the boundaries. An eye (and an ear) for detail. Perfect pitch. Raw talent meets hard work. Small in size, bigger-than-life in voice. Intense. Unparalleled stage presence. Musical genius. Amazing dancer. Brilliant performer. Natural-born entertainer. Truly, the King of Pop.

Just some things that came to mind
as I watched the late Michael Jackson
do what he did better than anybody else,
dead or alive. No one else comes close.

But that's just his professional side.

Fun-loving. Childlike at times. Purity of soul. Sweet spirit. Righteous anger. Gracious. Gentle. Kind. Uplifting. Inspirational.

Just some other things I thought
are synonymous with the legend as cameras rolled
and showed me glimpses of the man
behind the sunnies, gloves and glittery jackets.

I was drawn into his world. Totally.

The man looks at the world through such innocent eyes. When I hear him speak of Earth, it's like he actually pains for our planet and hears her cry of desperation. That's why I have to say that a part of me is thankful I didn't watch this at the cinema while it was showing. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to really catch and absorb what he said before and after Earth Song, much less jot it down and share it with you.

Here's why I believe there will never
be another artist like Michael Jackson:

"I respect the secrets and magic of nature. That's what makes me so angry when I see these things that are happening in our world. That every second I hear the size of a football field is torn down in the Amazon. That kinda stuff really bothers me.

That's why I write these kinds of songs. You know, give some sense of awareness and awakening and hope to people. I love, I love the planet. I love trees. I have this things for trees. And the colours and the changing of leaves. I love it. And I respect those kinds of things.

I really feel that nature is trying so hard to compensate for man's mismanagement of the planet. Cos the planet is sick. Like a fever. If we don't fix is now... This is the point of no return. This is our last chance to fix this problem that we have. It's like a runaway train. When the time is come, this is it.

People are always saying, "Oh," they think, "They'll take care of it." "The Government'll do..." "Done with that..." "They'll..." They who?? It starts with us. It's US! Or it'll never be done."

– Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson's final curtain call
– "It's all about love."

Christmas Is The Perfect Time To Get Depressed

Was talking to a friend over drinks yesterday (it was past midnight so that makes it Christmas Day) when I realised that... shit, most of my close girlfriends from school and college are either married with kids, recently married, engaged to be married, or have been dating the same guy for years and are now waiting to be proposed to.

@_@

When did I fall so far behind
my peers in the Love Department?

Or when did Life and Love decide to
up, elope and leave me behind?

It's scary just realising that some of the girls I grew up with are now mothers who worry about school fees, diapers and skinned knees. The second group now come in buy-1-free-1 packages with their new husbands, enjoy PDA, and are desperate to grow their bellies into the size of watermelons. (Puan Cauliboo, don't make me wait too long. Consider this your last warning.)


The third happily spend their time obsessing over banquet halls, theme colours, bridal showers and floral arrangements. The fourth worry constantly about partners taking them for granted, missed periods, and the nagging feeling that they won't be making their way down the aisle for "I DO" before they start to wrinkle.


Me? I wonder if I'll ever find my Happily Ever After. Such a petty thing when put in comparison to all that other stuff I mentioned in both paragraphs before. But I guess that's the thing about being left behind in Lower Primary when everybody's made it into the morning class. While others worry about multiplication (x) and division (÷), you're still trying to figure out the pluses (+) and the minuses (-).

-_-

Not. Cool. Langsung.

I know I don't usually use this acronym
but right now really calls for it – FML*.

* If you have a way to halal-fy-ing this saying while keeping the emotion intended, let me know. I tried solo-brainstorming but came up blank. Thanks!

Lost With A Capital L

Where I am is so far from where I want to be.

But dammit, how do I get there?
And where the hell is there in the first place??

Sigh.

Got me some thinking to do. Can't go on burning fuel with no destination in mind. Can't let every journey be a wasted mile travelled on minutes unaccounted for.


You gotta get get, gurl. Cummon! What you doin' sitting in a heap of wasted time and effort? Better get up and get moving before dawn turns to dusk. Or you'll find yourself sitting in the dark again with nobody but yourself for company. (I actually wanted to say 'nobody but your shadow for company' then I realised... in the dark, apa shadow also tak ada lah. Damn kau depressing, the thought. -_-)


Fine. I'll get up. But but... then what? Where do I go from here? You offer me so many paths to choose from but I'm given no direction. So many possible roads to take but I'm at Zero when it comes to orientation. Lend me a map. Show me a road sign. More importantly, tell me where you want me to go, dammit. I don't want to eventually come to the realisation that I've gotten off my arse for Nothing and Nowhere. Again.


Sigh. I know there's so much more that I want. So much that I'm looking for. So much I desire. But if I really, really had to, I'm not sure I could tell you what 'so much' actually is. Could it be that that just means I don't really know what I want to begin with then? Sigh. This is bad. Like, I'm-heading-nowhere-but-my-car-is-spinning-out-of-control-and-I-can't-find-my-brake-pedal kind of bad.

Ugh.

You know what?

Forget the journey; forget the destination.

I'm just going to pull over, get out of the car
...and wait for a ride to come along.

Easy Solution

Was talking to Mee on the way back from Penang International Airport (nama saja grand; actually very small – haha), heading toward home, when the regular mother-daughter BGR conversation ensued. A very highly emotion-charged one, I might add. Haha. But all's well ends well. We both laughed at our identical concluding line to my rant. Here's your inside pass to the joke.


Pam Song: Blah blah blah... So difficult to understand meh? Blah blah blah... And sometimes ah... Blah blah blah... Really too much lor, don't you think? Blah blah blah... To me, it's like... Blah blah blah... (I really can't remember what I said already. Getting old. =p)

Mee: Blah blah blah... (I forgot what she said in response, too. Haha.)

Pam Song: I mean, sorry to hurt your ego and burst your bubble lah. But I'm just not that kind of girl, you know? If you want someone with an IQ of 40, who thinks you can do no wrong, is always begging for your attention, and totally worships the ground you walk on no matter what kind of crap you give her...

Pam Song & Mee: *in unison* ...go get a dog. *look at each other in surprise then proceed to burst into uncontrollable laughter*

Great minds think alike. =p

Perfect Example

This is how agencies should be celebrating Christmas:

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I'm Definitely Working In The Wrong Agency

I follow Welcome To Optimism (W+K London's blog) on RSS cos it serves as a daily reminder to me that working in an agency can (and should be) be fun all day, every day. The good, healthy kind of fun, that is. Am not really one for the sexed-up, alcohol-driven, ANL-party-led, dirty, dark stuff agency people often go for. =p

*cough cough*

Getting the inside scoop and following their merry attempts at meshing work and play together never fails to bring me back to that wonderful place that looks toward agency life as all that it's said to be in glossy-papered ad magazines. Makes me wish I could see my time at work through more optimistic eyes, too... and not what it is for most (if not all) of the agencies in Malaysia present it to be.


So, after a looong day at work doing lots of nonsense for people I don't want to do things for, I logged online and flipped my reader to W+K London's blog, expecting to feel better after a good read. Well, look what I found staring back at me:

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OMG, now, I feel worse than everrr! They get off days from tomorrow afternoon till the 4th of January 2010?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH MEKL WEI??? How come we don't get days off?? Kill me now lah, really. So depressed can jump off Penang Bridge, kns.

T_T

Something's Wrong

It doesn't feel like Christmas. =(




Guess it just isn't the same without snow.
(These white bits falling across your screen don't count.)

Urm... Not like I've seen snow, of course. -_- But that's a negligible fact. I've got real good imagination so it's almost half as good as having been there and seeing the real thing. =/