f@mily & sore t.o.e.s

finally. Battle of the Bloody Bands is over!... WOOHOOOO!!!!!... The crowd was.... 5 percent of what we had expected. Heh. (good.. more breathing space). But it was smoother than I had expected it to be. Except.. well.. the gift plaques arrived 5 hours before the event... with pixelated print of some M&M's characters (of which I am sick and tired of.. ) and i had rejected it on the spot and told the fella to come back with a very-much improved version of it or so-help-me-god i will shove all the M&M's that we have down his throat.

Well... that was solved.. pretty... well.. I guess. I kept my calm... i went home... got a super-duper-enhanced quality image file of the plaque, had a bath, complained to my baby boy for a while, sent off the cd to the fella.. and sped back to the event at 6pm.

Wai Leng was panicking her head off. I nearly lost my cool with her no matter how friendly we seem to be outsite working hours. I had all the chairs and barricades and whatever nots that needed to be set up for the evening event since morning 10am. The event was supposed to start at 730pm and the VIPs were supposed to come at 5pm. Well, I was cool.. i was calm... until she started shrieking and pointing at the chairs like some.. . machine gun gone amok.. at 1pm.... that i had to make sure that i arrange the chairs for the vips at some time or another. I couldn't make out a word she was saying but i knew it had something to do with the chairs and the VIP area. So, more to shut her up than to admit defeat, I asked Eng Seen to help me drag the chairs to the planned VIP area.. and then Wai Leng started shouting... "Har..?... not now!!!.... "... ...

.. ... ... ... and then i was like.. ... ... screw this. .. ... first my father screaming at me for something that I did not do.. and now some outsider screaming at me for something that I have already prepared to do. bullshit.

Yeah. So I practically just did my own job the entire day. My work was to coordinate the delivery of the chairs and what not, and to supervise the set up and what nots... but i don't think it's stated that i have to carry stuff around with someone pointing the finger at me. I didn't even bother when she called saying that there was no one to help her set up the VIP area when I was panicking about the bloody plaques. Well, she knows where the area is right? And it's pretty obvious that she knows where the chairs were... she's been pointing at them for them entire day. Pfft.

But we do work good as a team.. but i guess everyone was stressed out. even my own energy levels drained out after 2pm... i had stayed up till 230am the previous day cause I had to supervise the set up of the stage with Jason at Sunway Pyramid. everything went fine.. Hamka (the stage manager) is cool. And so was his team - man.. they were so efficient.

The bands were good.. but the ones who didn't win were very much disappointed. ah well.. there's always a next year.. and the event did give me an adrenaline rush... there were so many people to meet and so many... .. things happening at one time.. I can't stay quiet for long.. i get restless... and then my baby boy gets irritated.. heh.

Well... didn't really pay much attention to the songs really... I knew them by heart as I had heard them at the auditions and whatever... So i chilled out in front of haagen dazs.. with Khalas.. the Resource Manager of the stage thingy-majig.. Pretty interesting guy. Knew him for only... er... well.. basically, we weren't even introduced. heh. but we kind like caught each others glances throughout the setup and the event itself. It was 830pm when he borrowed my lighter and ordered some .. strawberry fizzy thingy for me so that we could just sit down... didn't speak much.. i was concentrating on resting my feet though. hehe. But i did make a friend... and I didn't even know his name.. not until i just rechecked his name card a few seconds ago. heh. After the event, we said we shook hands for.. 30 seconds.. he didn't want to let go.. said goodbye twice (cause he wanted another ciggie.. ) and then went our seperate ways. (mine.. to my home sweet BED)

That's how easy friends come and go. I guess you can't say the same for family members.

Now, my family.. is a messed up... twisted sorta... junk.. you have the mother who loved or loves her ex-husband - still goes melancholy and blames herself (and sometimes, the rest of the world, me and not herself), and you have a father who doesn't want to have anything to do with his ex-wife. and a brother who's a dickhead, who would switch his air con on the entire week.. and.. months.. or whatever... non-stop.. and he would lock his room door.. so no one can switch it off. And... the bastard would use the house phone to make long calls to his girlfriend... who bloody hell practically stays under the same roof as we do.

Now.. the problem is : no money to sustain the household.. Why? Because the shitass of the brother is wasting our money on the electricity.. AND... the phonebill... AND.. has taken the Gen-2 car permanently to go and 'impress' his so-called 'clients' (more brainless ones, im very sure... only idiots can impress other idiots) in his.. so-called multi million direct selling for that.. Lamp Berger shit crap of a company. Heh.

And... the best part is: I got a shelling from my dad cause my mum asked him for extra money to pay for the additional crap that my brother is incurring. - during one night when i was working late with Jason still in the office. I was totally PISSED. I told my dad to go pick a bone with my brother or my mum.. and for goodness sake please bark up the right tree and don't make a fucking fool out of himself. I didn' want to say all that but... i was really stressed out.

But anyhow... that's my family.

William's family however.... is another part altogether. I think he gets his whinny... irritated moods from his mother. I just came home from an outing with her and his younger brother Charlie and she was complaining in that high pitched voice of hers when the taxi driver misheard the location of her house and had taken us for a roundabout ride to PWTC from KLCC and about the additonal money that had to be spent. I have no idea how the taxi driver could take all that..... .. for about 15 mins only.. and then he started being sarcastic "... so you can spend your money on expensive branded stuff and you can't pay an additional RM1 dollar to a person who is driving you home...?.... Do you want to take another taxi, mam?.. I will stop here for you"..

I have no idea why but I felt so relieved that sentence had made her keep quiet. Maybe I had enough of other people complaining when the other person is clearly trying their very best to make everyone happy. Or maybe I was fed up of the way she was ordering me to direct the taxi driver although she herself fairly well knows where she stays better than I do. I don't take orders from my dad.. so why her? and.. like... duh... if you want to get home earlier and faster and cheaper, just tell the driver where to go and not get hysterical!

and Charlie wasn't being much of a help either. Maybe it runs in the family but sarcasm seems to be the major key in getting other people's nerves all fired up. The taxi driver misheard him when he said 'Syed Putra' (Jalan Syed Putra near Midvalley Megamall) and he though that it was 'Jalan Putra' near PWTC. So I just advised him that next time, he should say 'Jalan Syed Putra - the one near mid valley megamall and not the one at PWTC'...And you know what he said? "Next time you say-lah."

I was like.. Fuck this.

I was just... dumbfounded. I don't even belong to the family.. and this is what I get?.. Pfft. Better keep it that way than to get closer then.

Maybe I sould just elope.. I might just stay alive for a little while longer with my baby boy.