Come And Go

He has moved on after a battle which he had fought on for 2-years. Never really got to know him, but death is always something that shocks you. No matter how many times you have gone thru it; death, when it happens, will always have you look back into your own life and wondered if you should be doing better, work harder, love more and hate less.

The Hard Way

I'm still struggling to sleep early. This is what advertising does to you, "I have a cousin who was in advertising," my new colleague said to me, "She lasted a year and decided to leave the industry for good," stating that one of the key factors was the gruesome hours that has become a staple in the industry. To his disbelief, I told him I was in it for 6-years before deciding to take a indefinite hiatus away from it, "Wah, 6 years?! Quite hardcore, huh?"

Indefinite hiatus is how I would coin it. Despite all the terrible and excruciating bits of it - the hours, the clients - I still have a soft spot for it. Truth be told, I did enjoy my 6-years in advertising. Sadly, leaving it was largely due to the external forces that came with it. Maybe it's just my luck, maybe it is like this but I have had enough with 2-faced people I've come across throughout my time. All the years spent and I have nothing to show for it. Empty bank accounts, enemies amassed and huge sacrifices. I keep waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel to shine, but it never came.

So I packed it in and headed elsewhere and out of the industry. It's strange how all that has lead to me coming here. Industrial design had been my first choice when I was a student. Sadly, such courses costs quite a fair bit and it was in the city, which made it even more costly for my parents to bear. In the end, I had to settle for second best; Graphic/multimedia design. I guess everything does happen for a reason and now I have somehow made my way back to where it should have begun. 

Call it; doing it the hard way.

Sailing Thru Turbulant Waters on the 23rd Floor

So, here I am. Seated on the 23rd floor with a desk by the window, or glass wall. Every now and then I’ll peer into the horizon, trying to use my imaginary x-ray vision to see thru the thick fog that surrounds KL and onto the distance. Sometimes it works, sometimes I feel as if I can see pass obstacles set before my eyes, like how sometimes I can see thru a girl’s dress and say, “She’s obviously wearing a thong,” or something like that. But then again, that’s probably her provocative dress. Oh, that sweet piece of ass. I’d make a sleazy Superman if I was ever one. Supersleaze I’d call myself. Abusing my power to satisfy my curious, naughty eyes. Sometimes, I can’t see pass anything and start to obsessed about the building that is under-construction in front of me. Would I see any bangla or Indon fellas falling to their death while painting the walls on the scaffolding? I’m sidetracking.

It’s been 7-days since I jumped from a small raft (or sampan, if I were to localize it) onto an international cruise ship in an attempt to steer myself from these turbulent waters to calmer, warmer waters. Or at least be more comfortable in these unpredictable waters. Maybe eventually finding land where I can finally stop and reap the rewards of my efforts. But that is still a long way to go. Sure wished it wasn’t that hard though. A full week (working days) into my new life, new career path I’m still not entirely certain where am I headed to or end up, what I do know is, I’m in a place where I’m presented with opportunities. I guess that’s what we all want in life, isn’t it? Chances. Opportunities.

The first 3-days were obviously the toughest. Not necessarily a good idea to have your first day of work on the eve of your birthday especially if your birthday falls on a weekday. Essentially, my first day was a blur. Coming from advertising, I’m used to sleeping late. Perhaps a little bit too used to it. Naturally, sleeping early was next to impossible. And impossible it was. I had only 3-hours of sleep as my alarm rang at 7am. But nothing beats the second day. I was at work, attending my orientation course whilst hung over. On the bright side, it distracted me from being overly nervous or anxious, so I made a huge impression with the senior executives who were conducting the courses.

7-days in, I still can barely remember 50% of my new colleagues name (doesn’t help that we have 300+ employees here and another god-knows-how-many in the manufacturing plant), so I go by nicknames, like; guy with huge belly, Mohawk dude, the Mac guy, the Indian contingent, fellow new comer-girl and so on. I’ve always been terrible with names. Maybe this is the universe’s way to force me to at least TRY harder in remember names.

Peering into the horizon again, I noticed dark clouds are gathering. Half the floor is empty. We do have quite flexible working hours, but then again, it’s Ramadhan, so this view may be a wee bit distorted. I think I should pack my bags and head off to battle the unforgiving KL traffic.

Laters.