Memoir of Soya-Beat

The day was 1st December 2008. It was 7.40 a.m. I was already at the office car park. Nobody was there. I waited for 10 minutes, still nobody came in so I decided to enter the building. Erk. The door required entry code. Luckily the guard was there and let me in. I reached the 3rd floor and once again, the door was locked so I had to wait outside. Half an hour later, people started to come in but not to the same office I was heading to. Sigh. Then out of nowhere, a male voice came from my back, asking where was the HR Dept. I replied to that guy in the blue stripes shirt that I was also heading to the same place. The rest then was history.

Today was the day. The last day that I was ever going to sit next to him. I can't believe how fast 3 months have gone. It seemed like only yesterday that we 1st started working together. I have to learn to accept the fact that from now on I will no longer have to someone to talk to on the way to the office, no longer have someone to bitch around via Skype, no longer have someone to escort me to get chococino at the Ground Floor, no longer have someone to laugh at my stupid jokes... Damn. I really need to learn what life's like being without my P.A. Hahaha! I'm gonna miss you Bit...

Handmade Cards Express Feelings Better!

Last weekend, out of the blue, I decided to make a card for my boyfriend who was miles away. So I went to Papier, the Curve and browsed through the lots of choices there. I ended up buying a pink velvet damask paper, a brown polka dot paper, a transparent love paper and a ribbon. When I reached home, I took out my old treasure and started working on the card. The result?

A feminine cover with a bit of elegance feel

An outrageous inner which represents ME!

The overall costs?

Print photo: RM 2

White ceramic roses: brother's wedding leftovers

Purple ribbon: brother's wedding leftovers

White bow: brother's wedding leftovers

I & U glitz: free bracelet

Purple Love candle: junk

Green & red paper: +wondermilk

Tag: +wondermilk

Ice cream stick: +wondermilk

Note: own sketch

Wooden bear: souvenir from Philippines

Red lace: souvenir from a friend's wedding

Purple bead flower: mom's brooch

Peacock, flower, note, graphic printings: RM 9

Pink velvet damask paper: RM 12

Brown polka dot paper: RM 3.80

Transparent Love paper: RM 4.20

Ribbon: RM 2.50

Total = PRICELESS

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Human with No Humanity

While I was having my breakfast yesterday, I managed to browse through local newspaper. I feel sick of the nasty political plot, as usual, but it was such a heartbreaking moment when I came to another news of an abandoned baby by an apartment corridor somewhere in Seremban. The baby was completely dressed head-to-toe and a bottle of milk was left on the baby's side. The mother must have found it hard to do such thing, I guess, since there was a lot of care and love by the way she left her baby. It was very fortunate that a housewife who lived nearby found the baby just in time before anything bad could had happened. But in some cases, newborn infants with umbilical cord still attached were found dead. This is sickening. How could they just leave babies cold to the bone undressed and bitten by ants, or worse by dogs? Don't these people have hearts at all? Didn't they feel anything, hearing to the babies' cries when they left them? Or perhaps they prefer to live the rest of their lives in guilt. I'm no better person myself but please la, don't abandon babies on the sideways dying. If you don't want your babies, at least please give them to those who want to adopt.

Sometimes I feel like opening a centre for those babies, not to encourage social crisis, but for my humanity instincts. I may not be able to give them all the money in the world, but I can guarantee they will be showered with love.