Mo coloured millies..

Oh man! I think I am going nuts! Just when I thought it was over, Spyderco comes up with a limited-run of their flagship knife - the Military with multicam-coloured G-10 slabs.

The after-market prices on these knives are not that bad, and I think with 1,200 pieces out there, its a matter of time I scored one.

That said, I also wanted the Carbon Fibre Millies, either in BG-42 or S30V. Oh well, time to save up..

F.O.G.

Well, that's it. Two days of break and its back the crunch. Another four-day stretch with the Metro Southeast pages. Man, I dread this.
It's like a groundhog day. I know for a fact that my boss had reprimanded the old fart that has been causing so much problems to some of the sub editors as well
as layout artists.Seeing as it is, a Leopard would never forget its spots and old habits are hard to kick. For a guy who clocks in for work at 8am nearly
everyday, half of his productivity time is wasted on Yahoo, Googling, Facebooking and literally fucking around. He had the time to see what's wrong and quickly get it fixed. But not. This old fart had to be the champion of the free world. The rest of
his problems, he blames it on others. I bore the brunt of his tantrums and bad mood. Usually in the heat of things, he would accuse me of assigning bad stories to his pages.
And that we are shortchanging the readers with crap.If only he could do everything himself and get the pages out in time, I would resign. I put up with this bugger everyday. Whatever he
says, comes in the left ear and goes out the right ear. Nagging and arguing don't solve anything. It just makes things worse. I told my boss if such a situation arise, its better to get it fixed
and move on. That way, things are smooth. They admit that this guy is a problematic person. He couldn't hack it anywhere. Nobody wants him as part
of the team. Over the last four months, I observe that this guy is selfish, greedy and self-centered. He freeloads and made use of some of the
reporters for his own gain. On one occassion, he pelted me with sarcastic remark, indirectly telling me that I am not cut for the job and that others are better. Day
after day, the condescending remarks piled up.Yet, I played possum. Would I let a guy like that get in my way? No. I have seen many characters like this one. Only time would tell if he
could carry on with his behaviour. I want to wait and see how my boss is going to handle this before the situation gets out of hand. In my humble opinion, a transfer is in
order..

Honour thy father..

Oh man! Time really flies! I recall taking my aunt out for lunch yesterday and heading home. Other than catching up with her over some Nando's chicken, the day was utterly uneventful.Back at the old house, I was thrown into the deep end with some guilt trip. She wanted to know if my old man is allright. Seems that she feared the worse had happened.All I know is that if her brother, my dad, needs anything, he will call. Over the past two months, things has been quiet. The freaky part that I didn't tell her is the fact that I dreamt of my old man with long hair and a beard asking me for RM50. Each time I dream of such, someone goes over to the other side. Having deducted the logic, I think he is still up and about and moving around Hot Springs. I would like to make some cash drop, but hard luck hit me this month and the previous month. I think this is going to last for at least six more months before the situation eases up. Sad thing is that I have poured in so much money for the old man to relocate after his life-long partner died. It was a blow to him because he was living off the woman. He seemed lost. I did what I could to alleviate the situation. To get him back on his feet, I threw in some money. Month after month, I kept vigil, hoping that he had settled well. My old man is like a solitary Lion. Proud and selfish. He cannot get along with other folks. Its always others who is against him. I suspect some form of mild schizophrenia, taking after his mother. Way I see it, we have to plan our future and not let it waste away cos when we get older, no one is going to be there to lend a hand. All we have is ourselves.