BABSTER

Dear Diary,

In my mood now, I would put the real malay word of a pig as the title of this post. But knowing that my fiery fire would normally only last a few minutes or may be a few hours the logest after it is triggered, I'd just try to be satisfied with Babster for now. So that I won't feel that bad when the flame in my head is completely extiguished later. Thanks Hajar for introducing the hi-tech word "Babster". It does sound more polite.

I am trying to be sane. I am trying to ignore what's going on around me. I am trying to swallow what is happening to me. It is frustrating. But I have been determined to brush my frustration away. And then I realise that the more I try to shake it off, the more frustrated I become. Last resort, is writing it down this way. I normally find sense after putting my thoughts in writing. I hope I will.

Diary, I know this is not a good time to be doing this. I have piles of things to do. But I can't move on doing them if I don't spill the beans out of me. You know what Diary, I think he is a pig. I think he is an irresponsible pig. I think he is a pig which does not deserve to be here. We here are good people who come to work with determination. With passion to work. We work because we love it. We work because we own it. We work because we deem our work as our responsibility. We work because we take it that it is sinful if we don't execute our work. When we work, we keep our promises. When we work, we ensure that our clients are well protected. Their interests are not put at stake. We work to serve our client. "Client" sound creepy, but we deem our "client" is the reason why we are deemed to be relevant. The pig on the other hand, just act like how pigs act. Menyondol apa aje selagi boleh. Without brain. And pig being pig, he will sleep off his work when he is full. Or may be tired. Or may be bored. Oh... and I think, if pigs were to wear ties and able to use iPads, pigs too will promise but simply off-track their promises as and when the pigs like. And another one Diary, pigs being pigs too, they just do not know how to use the normal sms or whasapp or bbm to inform people of their pigly duties. Oh yeah... pigs don't have fingers to press the buttons to send these messages or reply calls ...

I am sorry if this post sounds harsh. It's not intended to be addressed to any living or dead pigs. It's just a way for me to pull myself together, so that I can start doing my chores again. I think I'll just go off anf buy a cup of hot capuccino now, and start undertaking my responsibilities again.

Thanks for listening Diary, I love you.