Waaaah!!

Joyce and I was shopping for Bitch's birthday present when we saw some bra and panty sets going for a 50% sale.

Joyce was excited, most of the bras there were a cup B and was not my usual size. I thought I was a 36B.

Well... I found out that I was wrong.

I am now a staggering 34B!

The last time I blogged about this, this blog was trashed and I earned the nickname CupC from a loser of a blogger.

Well... here's this for your thought Knucka... *shows the L sign*.

Will I be called CupB after this? Well... here's the thing...

I don't frikkin' care.

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When I was studying Socio psycho back in U (This out-fac subject was positively something that I flew through and make me realize that numbers are REALLY not my forte.), I used to ponder on people's behavior.

Now almost 10 years later *reminds me of my coming birthday next week!*, I thought, no wonder Jung and Nietzsche dedicated their whole life to make sense of humans.

This is my take on human beings...

It is insane to think of people as sane, because even those who thinks they are sane, are mostly insane.

It's like how that guy in the Matrix movie question why is it that chicken tastes like everything because the machines didn't really know how a chicken should taste like.

Maybe God gave up on figuring out what defines sanity, so he granted us insanity for survival.

Sanity is indeed subjective. Somebody else other than me might think that blowing RM 300 bucks for a pair of heels is insanity. To me, it's actually the sanest thing to do, especially when I am in my pissy mood.

Being in Management makes you rethink sanity. I wonder why people strolls in one hour late, why they called out sick more than 3 times in a quarter and how I and three of the management folks here are able to pull a 12 hour shift without being calculative (Which I am so grateful for).

I think, my objectivity is somehow perceived as insanity. I think the others see me as insane when I bombarded my compadres who are also among my good friends outside of work. When we stepped out of the office, we forget about what happened in the office and call each other bimbos.

I'll end this note with this Quote... which I found funny... simply because ... it actually makes sense.

Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.

Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900)