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December 17, 2015

2015 roll up

At the end of 2014, I made a vow for to do all kinds of things. I hate to break this out but, I must be drunk at that time. I don’t even remember what I wrote until today (I was writing in 3rd person, wtf). None of those shit happened. No I didn’t fork out anything to renovate the fucking house. No I didn’t enroll myself in an MBA program. No I didn’t get a bike, or got my shit together either. I didn’t do jack shit in 2015.

2015 is not entirely fucked up but, it sure hell is boring. The pace of life at Company T has been slow as fuck as well. In my ex-Company Y, I was THE SHIT, running 8 – 9 portfolios, had 50 over reports in a week, had round the clock meetings, 10-minute lunches (with on-off food poisoning), multiple concurrent projects and I had to deal with terrorists. Time passed in warp speed. In Company T? It’s like a 900% regression of what I did at Company Y. That’s like switching from a illegal V8 street drifting race to a college USB-powered drone cum science fair. My time management skill is hardly needed and I had to deal with a lot of whiny pussies instead. Life literally is moving in slow motion for me in 2015 and I fucking hated every second of it.

That is probably the reason why I recently have gone back to gaming. It is the only way I could get my mind off on how shitty the year has been. That and tonnes of TV series I’ve been watching. I’d probably go back to more writing, but I have to see on that. I’d been planning on a long vacation somewhere in June 2016, might make it a yearly ritual. But for now, I’m going to just waste the remnants of 2015 away with more gaming and hope for a better 2016.

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November 17, 2015

So Young, so long…

If I were to name one breakfast joint that I regularly visit, it has to be So Young cafe. I’d written about this place a couple of times here in my blog. Sadly, after operating for many decades, the place was closed down last month to pave way for a spa or something.

A few weeks before it got closed down, I made a pilgrimage there for my final meal of breakfast. I picked to have a bowl of Uncle Tony’s flavorful Hokkien Mee (Noodles in prawn soup), a large bowl of Sweet & sour spicy mustard cabbage stew from the chicken rice stall, and a mug of thick coffee with cream there. Like I always did. Every spoonful of food I shoved into my mouth there that day, tasted bitter and down. The people there weren’t as jovial, not as chatty and the atmosphere was gloomy. It was like an impending end of a journey for those people and me that day, along with it, gone will be the acquaintances, the experiences, and memories. They’d seen each other’s kids growing up, and each other grown old, and all that was going away because somebody bought up the place to open a fucking spa. It’s sad really.

Once I’d done with the food, I went around to have a chat with the stall owners, whom I had patronized for years (from my schooling years, to the time I had my first job, to the time I had to bum for 2 months after losing my job, till now). The chicken rice guy gave me a card, told me that he was going to retire from the chicken rice business, and but would concentrate on his night venture of selling seafood at a nearby joint. Uncle Tony, however, will stop selling Hokkien Mee in the morning session, but would still retain his afternoon session at another place, another town (I’ve yet to pay him a visit). The rest will probably look for a place to rent or something.

I left that place feeling real depressed and dispirited, for I know I’m never going to find another place like So Young Cafe. I went past the place the other day, and all the zinc awning extensions were gone, and roller shutter closed shut with no activities going on.

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October 5, 2015

missing

I saw a movie not long ago, featuring Andy Lau looking for his missing (abducted) son. It was an alright movie I guess, although it felt little bit too superficial for me, but it made me recollect of something sad that had happened in my family many years ago. The person of interest, was my first cousin once removed who went missing and was never found.

Her name’s Sharon, and she was also my first tuition teacher. I liked her, not only because she’s hot as hell, but I remembered her as a very nice person who was never angry at me despite being such a menace. Always with a smile, she was a very likeable girl for everyone except my madcap sister, who bit her during a sleepover many years prior (probably envious of her beauty, I guess).

When she went missing, I was about 8 years old. She was in her late teens when it happened. She already started a part time modelling (yeah, she’s that hot) and an intern job then. One day, she left for that intern job like any normal day, and didn’t come home. Mobile phones were pretty much non-existent back then, so the dad (my grand uncle) frantically called up everyone he knew but no one had a clue where she could be. He went to her workplace and no one could offer any clue. It was as if she vanished into the thin air right after leaving work. No ransom, no nothing. So they searched. And it went on for years.

I remembered the posters, the newspapers and the search to the edge of town over random tips from the public. I tagged along with my mom who organized her own search party and went to many places – amongst them, was this desperate attempt to trace her with a Malay bomoh, who did some ritualistic ‘searching’ through a ‘hot candle wax on a bucket of cold water’ portal. Didn’t work, of course. Years went by without any progress, and eventually, both her parents died and she remained missing. Whether she herself is still alive or had long gone from the realms of mortals, remains unknown. If she’s still alive, she must be in her late 40’s by now, probably look misshapen like a whale but most likely still retains her bubbly personality. If she’s dead, then no one will be able to visit her grave, because she has none… and that has got to be the saddest thing ever.

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May 18, 2015

school nowadays – teachers

I can’t help but notice, how lame school teachers have become nowadays.

In my daughter’s school, teachers do not seem to plan what they teach. An example would be the art lessons. More often than not, my daughter was asked to bring some vegetables (potatoes, okra beans, et al) for her carve & print art lessons on the next school day. If you’re a working parent, you should understand how hard that request is especially if the school’s in the afternoon session. Preparation like this involves a trip to the market/hypermart, and being at work you know, kinda impedes that convenience. Why can’t they fucking plan it in advance like say, a week before? How hard is it to plan for something 1 week ahead??

And you might think that this is only about a specific teacher for the art lessons. But no. Her language classes also often require her to print out mundane items like ‘meals of the day’ or ‘animals that have backbones’, to be submitted the next day as a project. How about that? Fucking retarded because it is usually the parents who have to find those pictures/materials and print from the internet. How the hell is that going to help my kid to understand anything? If it is a project, shouldn’t it involve some level of planning and thorough involvement to make it [the project work] look good? And what about those students whose household couldn’t fucking afford a printer or a computer? Back in my schooldays, we had to scour heaps of recycled magazines, put everything together with glue & colored paper. One could seriously tell that efforts were put into our work and anything less than that, will be given a fail.

At first I thought this is just happening in my daughter’s school, you know… like maybe the school is the only shithole. But after calibrating with friends who also have kids schooling, it seems to be a norm nowadays for teachers to ask for last minute prep favors and without proper planning.

This, is not helping my kid to learn about commitment and I’m starting to wonder, if shit is going to get worse from here. I don’t know man. Just, what kind of crap have we been feeding the teachers, that they are like what they are today?

Teachers back during my schooling days used to be a bunch of respected individuals with deep passion for teaching (on top of being badasses, which I’ve written about before). They were tough… yes, madcap… or psychotic even… but one thing that is indisputable about them, is that they teach kosher stuff. They plan what they are going to teach, and they execute their plans well. They’re far from the kind of teachers we see today who do not know what proper planning is like a headless chicken.

So why the hell are we celebrating Teachers’ Day for? Not every teacher deserves that. I say we should fucking 86 the Teachers’ Day, and make it a day for us to fucking tell them what needs to be changed. It would have been actually useful as we’d get some remote chance to make things better, than to appreciate a bunch of shitbags whose overbearing self-glorification knows no boundary.
Naa

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December 23, 2014

2014 roll up

Michael is an engineer who now works in Company T (and a father to an inquisitive 8 year old girl). He has been leading a few teams at Company T, and everyone is stoked to have such an awesome team lead at the helm. Everyone except one cocksucking loser which Michael had an unfortunate grouse with.

Sometime in the middle of the year, Michael was jolted from his daily world saving activities by an email from HR, and was prompted to attend an interview which Michael would describe as ‘very close to an uncomfortable interrogation’. Apparently, that dickwad team member who used to work in his team, not satisfied with the outcome of the first complaint to his manager (that was concluded to be a baseless complaint), made another official complaint to the HR before leaving. As a result of that, Michael got investigated for the second time in his Company T career over the same shit, and Michael had to give his statement like fucking broken record to the HR.

It was fortunate that the HR had the same finding about the case, and Michael was not charged with any crime. Loser on the other hand, had to be blacklisted from Company T. It’s going to be hard for that dickwad to return to this shithole to work ever again. Nevertheless, the whole episode kinda scarred Michael a little, for before that, he was eager to lead by example and wanted to inspire the younger generation to have better common sense (if not to attain better ability to overcome stupidity altogether)… but now, he constantly felt like needing to be left alone because he had lost hope with humanity after this grueling episode of encountering ungrateful little turds stabbing behind his nutsack.

As if this isn’t bad enough, Michael’s father in law’s health has been in the roller coaster status, and Michael has to drive 280 km every weekend back his wife’s hometown because the old man needed palliative care from a worsening kidneys function. And that basically spelled zero family weekend for him for the past half a year, and that pretty much had him in constant need of beer to alleviate his tension.

Nevertheless, all that didn’t totally ruin Michael’s shit a little. He chalked it up as part of trials and tribulations of life. What didn’t kill him, made him more mad. In 2015, he vowed to make a comeback at work to not be that nice to the little turds anymore. He’s going to squeeze them till they turn purple with an iron fist and let Darwin’s theory of natural selection take its own course. And in this year, he’s going to save up some moolah to renovate his other house, because he’s tired of digging out money. It’s time for him to get his shit together, and rent out the fucking place to contra his monthly loss to the bank. And then he’s going to get a new watch. And possibly, even a cool bike. Eat less pizza. Get an MBA… perhaps.

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