A Stupid Animal

Posted by: Ms Ayain Diary of Ashes, Ms Aya's Papers

Hola, homosapiens!
It’s me, the annoying sheep who seems to be coming out of the shadows to blog lately!
Though not as frequent as before, it’s still something. (Laughs)
You know, I actually wanted to deactivate my blog years ago when I realized that there is nothing here for me to continue and knowing that work was going to be my main focus, I really wanted to shut this place I once called my bridge to society.
However my brother told me to leave it and he doesn’t mind keeping up with the yearly fees to host my blog. He said maybe one day you’d want it back.
Somehow right now, I am glad that I did not remove this blog from its existence. I noticed when I’m pretty down, I would come here and reflect on my old posts and the things I used to write out of passion and this indeed, brings me back to my path and senses. Although I’m quite embarrassed with some of the things I said (oh gosh, my old selfies!), by removing all these would only deny myself and the type of person I have been working on becoming.

Anyway, I do not wish to talk about something mundane so instead, allow me to tell you about my adventures with a chicken rice shop. (Laughs)

I’m usually someone who refuses to eat lunch while working because for one, I hate feeling bloated in public which makes me sleepy and secondly, I’m constantly on diet in fear of being fat. Now I don’t mean to shame people who are slightly fleshy. It’s just personally, I love my bones very much and paranoid of gaining weight.

However one day, I followed my colleagues out for lunch and we ate chicken rice at a shop behind our place. I was pretty amazed that we could just walk out for lunch. It could be a normal practice for you however for me, I was slightly frightened because I felt like we were skipping work or playing truant, you know. Anyway, after knowing it was within my means and that it was easily accessible in a way, I became the stupid animal that I have always been.

What do you mean by stupid animal, you ask?
Well I’m that sort of creature who can be quite fixed. If I don’t eat lunch during work, I will never be seen eating in the afternoon. Or take my regular ice blended caramel coffee with whipped cream as an example. It’s the first Coffee Bean drink I tried when it first opened in SS2 PJ back in 2000. And thereafter it has always been my primary choice. I drank other flavors before only because I was given the wrong order.

Anyway I meant to say that I can be very routined and habitual, like an animal. Surely some of you can relate to this.

So then… I started going out to get chicken rice at the same time usually, 12.30pm ~ 1.00pm. I hated myself for cultivating this because I felt fat and wasting my time to walk out and eat when I could do other things. Furthermore, although the shop is just behind my office, I had to walk one big round to get there.

Whenever I go over, I would help my boss and colleagues to pack back. Now here comes the pain in the ass.

My boss is quite particular about what she wants, which I am fine with it. However each time I go and come back from the shop, I was always given something else and worse, I paid extra for something I did not get.

For a couple of times, I thought it was just a fluke. Maybe they were busy and forgotten so I just apologized to my boss and paid the outstanding from my pocket since it was my fault for not checking.

However the carelessness of the shop got very frequent. Last month was the last straw for me and it pissed me off greatly. I paid extra for chicken thighs with pork but was not given the pork at all. Previously they gave me the pork but the chicken was breast etc. I was getting mismatches but paying for the same expensive shit.

So I had enough. I was flabbergasted as to why I have to apologize to my boss everytime I buy a fucking chicken rice and had to fork out my money for this bloody shop. How would my boss think of me as a secretary who cannot even get a chicken rice order on spot?

It was an insult to my image and grooming. So… I took the chicken rice back to the shop and called out for the big boss and spoke to her coldly. I don’t know if I could be considered scary, fierce, frightening or so.. I guess a second person is needed to confirm this but all I know is I gave her a piece of my mind saying things like, “You think it’s funny for me to walk here in my high heels and go back with something else? Do you think it’s funny for me to pay with my money to my colleagues for your mistake? If I buy 10 packets of rice, do you want me to open each and every one of them at your counter to check? I can make that happen. Why? Do you think I’m cute so it’s ok to mess up my orders and charge me expensively!?”

The lady boss kept apologizing and explained that maybe her staffs were new and so on. I took the bloody pork and left. After this, as I have told you about being a stupid animal — I completely stopped going to this shop as though blacklisted and when I see them, I give a scornful face. (Laughs)

… There you have it. A slice of my slice. (Laughs nervously)

Dear loners and the misunderstood,

It’s very lonesome to be who you are in a world where most people cannot comprehend you. Even so, do look forward for somebody who will love you for the kind things you do in secret. Whether it’s going to take a lot of intelligence to understand you or just a very patient and big heart, you will be loved. Because if someone like you can exist, there’s got to be someone like him/her too — out there. You don’t have to be similar just so as long as you can co-exist in comfort and safety everyday.

This is a topic I posted back in 2010 and it deserves a reblog because whatever I have thought and patiently explained at that time, I stand by every word until today.

Click here. No worries, you won’t be forwarded to porn sites.

Because lately, I’m getting annoyed with the whole ‘guys like innocent girls’ crap. This is flashing right into my face through books, comics and every media so it’s getting to me.

If you are darn lazy to click the link, then I’ll tell you in short.
My 22 year old self was trying to tell the world that a smart and intelligent woman does not necessarily equate to a cunning, evil and manipulative bitch. Just as an innocent and naive girl does not mean she is clean from evil intentions. It is all about the decision that one makes at the end whether based on ignorance or thorough thinking.

I’m pretty sure I fall under the ‘intelligent and cunning’ category because I don’t have that innocent charm and the way I carry myself can seem rather crude (though I’m also sure I have a childishly retarded side to it). Anyway, if people are unable to see through my holy intentions, so be it.

It does not stop me from continuing to do what is right. Hmpf!

By the way, I spend more time on my ipad than my lappy because of how portable it is. However it’s difficult to blog because first, my wordpress app does not work properly. Secondly, blogging via the web is troublesome and I can’t upload images.

Issh! Therefore lack of visual..

Oh well.. Until next time… ( ̄▽ ̄)

A very good day to all! ^^

I am here once again to rant and run my mouth — alright mouth is not the precise description for this so let’s change it to ‘run my fingers’… across the keyboard to tell you some stories. (Laughs)

Mweh, I’m not that sour, mind you.

I wish to talk about my favorite sport which is badminton.

Badminton is a sport I like since I was very small. I’m not a very good badminton player, honestly. I don’t mean to be modest but seriously, I scale myself on an average level. However I used to be a lot worse during my schooling days to the point of embarrassment.

I was pretty sure I got better when I started practicing with the wall — literally.. with the wall. I’m not sure if I told you all this story before but for short, this happened:

I had a crush on one guy who was fucking good in badminton, and the girls teased me and freaked me out by letting me know that they told him about my feelings. I was scared and embarrassed that they told him so I didn’t dare come out to join everyone to play at the field. So I stayed home and literally played against my wall until my mum got pissed and of course, scolded the shit out of me. (Laughs)

I don’t know if the girls really told him or what, but I never saw him ever again. After that, I gotten better in the sport and won champion for the inter-class tournament.

Now in these couple of years with my current workplace, we get the privilege of having weekly sports activities. When we commenced the weekly badminton, of course I was so hyped and took up the initiative to ensure that it goes on a weekly basis. It’s sad to say this but the people do not have a consistency in doing things but rather, they adopt the tendency to leave things running cold. Meaning to say — maybe this week a lot will turn up to play but for the next 3 weeks, no one comes.

I understand that we are working adults and we are busy. So I thought if I could confirm the attendance in advance, then we are able to expect the number of players and if no one could come, we could cancel it and save our weekly fees. Not to mention, our time.

However to my dismay, people claimed they would come but in the end — did not.

So for many times, I sat in the court waiting for these people, wondering whether I should go back or what if I were to leave and they came later… Do they have the shuttlecocks? Do they know which court? It came to the point when the owner of the place took pity on me and told me not to waste my company’s money and a few times, refunded me half the fees. Other strangers who were playing approached and invited me to join them. Sometimes when too few people turned up, I get blasted with questions like, “Where is everyone? I thought you said he and she is coming.. We only have 3 people — how can we play?!” And knowing me, my face would flare up in embarrassment.

Well… When I’m left alone, I become the most dangerous person because that is when I start to think deeply and unthinkable thoughts will manifest.

It wasn’t because I was god damn free and could come over whenever I like. There were days I was not well and work ended late but since my colleagues wanted to play, I thought it was my responsibility to make sure the courts were booked and arranged. I really liked them and glad I was able to get to know them because sometimes when you are working, the atmosphere is different. So.. It was a relief to be able to play and watch them have fun and all.. Sigh..

Anyway, I started to think… And the anime Starry Sky came to mind, particularly Miyaji’s introduction. (look below, please)

Basically, Miyaji practiced so hard for football but when he made a pass to his teammate, the comrade failed him. So he got the idea that no matter how hard one works, it’s not going to produce results if the others do not do as much. So he opted an individual sport that relies solely on his performance instead of the team.

So what got my attention was — while waiting for players to show up, I wanted to practice and exercise but I could not do it alone as badminton requires at least 2 people. I did pondered.. and admired my younger self for being able to play with the wall. (Laughs)

Then I thought, “So.. If no one shows up.. Does this mean I can’t keep fit?”

And this led me to drop the whole responsibility of keeping this weekly badminton thing alive when I could go for another sport that is more secured and regular such gym or swimming as these sports/workouts do not require a team. I wish to do kyudo but we don’t have this awesome thing here unfortunately.

So I surrendered everything and even though they tried to persuade me to at least come as a player, I did not want to. Because I knew I would not.. I did not want to commit and I didn’t want to trouble the caretaker with my maybes or worse, I might even ended up going there and there is still nobody there. My mind was set and it didn’t matter how much I like playing badminton, I couldn’t give a damn since I was frowning of disappointment more than I was supposed to be smiling.

I couldn’t really expressed my thoughts and feelings about this to my colleagues so it didn’t transmit quite well.

I hope whoever is in charge now, will not face the same problem as I did and that there will be improvements in the attendance and integrity. Even if everything is good, I do not intend to join no matter what because when I’m set on a decision, it stays. Just like when I wanted to take care of the arrangements for the badminton players, I made sure no matter what — everything is taken care of. Until there is a next decision — changes will be made.

There is another route for this.. Perhaps people can be changed if they have a great leader who can manage them. Or get them to come as when as required. Because we have seen success from teams and surely, they must have done something to keep the comrades united. For Miyaji’s instances, instead of running off the another sport, if he or someone could motivate the team to work together, for sure they could pull through and achieve success.

However just like Miyaji, I decided to find something else. After all, my heart has dwindled over the years so I go for whatever novelty I can find.

Anyway, yup this is one slice of my life. (Laughs nervously)


…. Bye. D: