Mooching your people...bah!

Hopelessness, despair.
Knowing the mentality of people working in certain ministry of the country worries me. Trying to bring down a co-worker, suing for defamation...unable to accept changes, jealousy towards their own subordinates, plagiarising papers!! These shouldn't happen at all.
I can't believe these are the kind of people we have running the country. Very disappointed and disgusted!!

I bet there are more stories than these few. Moochapartments and Moochervants. Hate it. Especially when Moochervants came up with useless,  meaningless, known-all-along training courses, nonsense policies (implement and abolish).

A waste of country's fund. We don't need anymore moochers. There are loads of them and going of the charts. They're really going to drain us dry.

My friends and I were talking over Pak Li' Chicken Chop and fries last night about the price hike in some basic stuff. Of course, petrol is always the main topic.

We hava a hypothesis...

1. Problem: Price hike in petrol (cut in subsidies)
2. Solution: Electric Cars! (Proton in the middle of designing the model)

Electric Cars- charging hubs.
1. Problem: Slowly....It becomes more and more expensive.
2. Solution: Nuclear Power Plant.

Hmm...is this all some kind of conspiracy? Anyways, above were just some of the discussions we had. 
Yes, we girls don't yap about mindless stuff or drrrooool over men. NO!!

When the brain doesn't sleep.

Those who are with me every day, know me, are aware that I have sleep disorder. Not because of depression or anything that is negative. Wait, how is that even possible? Well, I could be one of those who doesn't need that much sleep but am fully aware how it can affect my health. I mean, not sleeping for 3 days straight (not once) but still feeling fresh and energetic hardly convince me to stop this bad habit. Yeah, people around me are actually worried if this condition of mine continues.

I just can't help it, I did seek for help and apparently,  my brain is not coordinating very well with the state of my body. My brain just can't stop working, thinking of finding solutions to obstacles we're facing. Also, the probability of certain obstructions that might suddenly pop up without warning.

Getting enough rest is crucial for better decision making but this brain is too effin hyper. I do not deny that sometimes I do suffer from this disorder.  Like... short term memory loss. For example, I can't remember the password I reset for my Enrich account just a minute ago.

I have very good memory. Back then,  I can just remember every phone number and birthdays of my friends without much effort. Now, I can only say those were the days. But! I want it back.

Relationship status: It's complicated.

If fate was the reason,
it was right.
If it wasn't right,
then time wasn't right.

I've written this quite some time ago and saved it as a draft. I also deleted what I've jotted before. Why don't I just go straight to the point?

Known him for years. He liked me. And loves me. I liked and loved him. I really love intelligent people because of the knowledge I'm able to absorb from these intellectual people. One problem, I was in a relationship and he knew from day 1.

Friendship between us have been very decent until today even after my relationship status changed to single. He never fails to express his feelings. To build our future.  2 problems, NATO and I don't love him like before. I cannot be with someone who goes MIA from a few weeks to months then suddenly receive a call innthe wee hours from someone who is drunk.

I'm jotting these personal entry to release my curiosity of what type of person he really is. I'm happy that he's happy and thrilled to see me. It made me felt special. We still need our own space and privacy. I don't forbid him to do anything he wants including seeing another woman. Just because he says I fit all the criterias he has set to be his future life partner, doesn't mean he fits all mine.

Women are really complex creatures. The moment he says he can accept and absorb my past and doesn't mind what I did in the past turns me off. My switch is off. Lid of the box is closed and locked with a padlock in a heavy duty vault. Men can say 100 wonderful, touching things, the moment they say 101st wrong thing, thenother 100 things just blazed into flames and go poof.

Yes, we're complicated. Just saying.