Wanna Rent My Life?

I went over to visit a colleague whose dad passed away on Monday. It was the first Hindu funeral that I ever attended ever in my life. It was interesting but somewhat brought me back down the memory lane. When I got to the house, I saw her family gathered around the body that was laid on the floor, clothed in the traditional silk suit. Then I realized how composed they were, as if content with the loss.

But I realized something else that very moment. I felt empty like never before. Throughout my life I have been to a several funeral excluding my family members. Whenever I got there, I would feel sad as if somebody has taken a piece of me.

Perhaps I got a better grip of myself now or maybe I am just being as daft as a brush

Books!

I have finished reading Merde Actually by Stephen Clarke during the weekend. Usually I don’t really believe what ever is written on the cover or the jacket of a book. Sometimes lots of good things written on the cover and made you believe that the book really is a must buy. You’d even kill your cat instead if you don’t get to buy the book. This time, it really is different. I must confess that whatever thing written on the cover of the book really is true! But one more food that has always been associated with the French, which is the frog, has not been given the mentioning that it deserves! Stephane Clarke must have owes lots of apologies to the French!

Merde Actually takes us further into the life of Paul West (Pol West) as pronounced by the French, a year after he arrived in Paris. We will travel to the nudist beach, Ars and yet back again to Paris where he struggles with My Tea Is Rich project. The escargots that bear the Union Jack and the France flag have scored the point to make its way into my book cover top ten list! To those PETA supporters out there: No escargots were harm during the writing of this book, I guess.

After 2 humor books, I opt to continue my reading with My sister’s keeper by Jodi Picoult which has a very interesting tagline on the cover of the book: If you use one of your children to save the life of another, are you being a good mother or a very bad one? I don’t usually go for such genre but what the heck; reading something different would add some colours into my mundane week!

This is my favourite phrase from the book :

Doubt thou that the stars are fire;

Doubt thou that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt that I love.

William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Music

Someone gave me Rammstein’s CD, Rosenrot, the other week. If you never heard of them before, that is because this is an industrial band from Germany. At first my thought was like what V loves to say : Blardi hell! Kenot understand at all! Besides, I had started to love this particular song, which is a duet with Texas singer, Sharleen Spiteri. This is the type of song that will stick in your brain for a while.

Alas, thank god for Internet! Have Internet will travel!

German

Die Nacht öffnet ihren Schoß
Das Kind heißt Einsamkeit
Es ist kalt und regungslos
Ich weine leise in die Zeit
Ich weiß nicht wie du heißt
Doch ich weiß dass es dich gibt
Ich weiß dass irgendwann
irgendwer mich liebt

He comes to me every night
No words are left to say
With his hands around my neck
I close my eyes and pass away

I don't know who he is
In my dreams he does exist
His passion is a kiss
And I can not resist

Ich warte hier
Don't die before I do
Ich warte hier
Stirb nicht vor mir

I don't know who you are
I know that you exist
Stirb nicht
Sometimes love seems so far
Ich warte hier
Your love I can't dismiss
Ich warte hier

Alle Häuser sind verschneit
Und in den Fenstern Kerzenlicht
Dort liegen sie zu zweit
Und ich
Ich warte nur auf dich

Ich warte hier
Don't die before I do
Ich warte hier
Stirb nicht vor mir

I don't know who you are
I know that you exist
Stirb nicht
Sometimes love seems so far
Ich warte hier
Your love I can't dismiss

Stirb nicht vor mir

English

The night opens her lap
The child's name is loneliness
It is cold and motionless
I cry softly into time
I don't know what your name is
But I know that you exist
I know that sometime
someone will love me

He comes to me every night
No words are left to say
With his hands around my neck
I close my eyes and pass away

I don't know who he is
In my dreams he does exist
His passion is a kiss
And I can not resist

I wait here
Don't die before I do
I wait here
Don't die before I do

I don't know who you are
I know that you exist
Don't die
Sometimes love seems so far
I wait here
Your love I can't dismiss
I wait here

All the houses are covered in snow
And candle light in the windows
They lie there together
And I
I only wait for you

I wait here
Don't die before I do
I wait here
Don't die before I do

I don't know who you are
I know that you exist
Don't die
Sometimes love seems so far
I wait here
Your love I can't dismiss

Don't die before I do

Work

Bearing the burden of other people works really is killing me at the moment. There is a devilish woman in the office that is such a lazy bum who thinks that she is the only person working in the office. Since my cubicle is located at the far end of the wing, which is a very strategic place if you want to hide from the devil, she thought that I have nothing much to do.

So now I ended up having to do her job as well. What makes me want to strangle her is seeing how slow she does her job. if I pass any documents to be signed by the VP, I would have to call or see her myself again and again to make sure that she’d pass them to him. Apart from that, I’d have to collect and send her documents to and from other departments. When she was pregnant, I had to do most of her jobs too. Man, this is too much. I might propose to my director to let me handle her department since literally I have been administering her department, whether anybody realize it or not!

Just imagine if I could have her pay too! Muahhahahahahaaahhahaahahahahhahahahahhahahahahha