Tragedy and big-headed colleagues..

This is so fucking disconcerting. We don't get along during normal working days, we don't get along during lazy days, I'd like to think that we'd be able to pull it together and start to work together during crisis days but NooOOooo...everyone wants to call the shots. everyone wants to be the hero, take the credit and then there's me. the only one who actually takes orders.
Goddamnit. Sometimes I really feel like lashing out at my colleagues.

I have been thinking of starting my own blog for ages now ever since my friendship with a co-blogger soured, but it takes a really angry moment where you REALLY need to get things out that it finally happens.

So yes, I am feeling very pissed off right now.

A tragedy has once again happened in own sleepy little town of KK, and this time, a prominent businessman, a patriach of several long-established businesses including a most charming boutique hotel, has been murdered.

He, along with his wife were killed, and their two storey mansion in the posh Signal Hill set ablaze, killing the purported killer as well.

The old man, who I shall not mention for reasons of respect to the dead, was known to be a level-headed, down-to-earth man with no airs despite his rags to riches story. He came to North Borneo in the 1920s leaving his hometown of Hainan, China when he was only five years old.

He helped his father with a modest coffee shop business to help make ends meet and later married a classmate of his.

His company finally bought over the hotel in 1971 located at the central business district of Kota Kinabalu and it has since gone through a major makeover making it one of the most charming and elegant hotels in the city centre.

His murder most certainly shocked society, not to mention family members who could imagine the couple in their 80s growing old and dying in peace.

Apparently it was not a quick and painless death for the man's body was found severely battered with an incision wound into his temple and initial investigation revealed that the wife had died of "probable strangulation,".

It makes me shudder just thinking of it. The family, like any other rich and famous, has its share of skeletons hanging in their custom-made oakwood cupboards.

The eldest son was said to be the bad-tempered unreliable husband, the second son a timid man and the third, a astronaught wannabe junkie. The wife was said to have abused her kids till their late teens and we all know what kind of trauma this will have on the children in later years.

The man himself though, was the picture of a cool, classy gentleman who is still very much hands on with hsi business. He is well-respected in the right circles and earns the admiration and dignity of those who come into contact with him. What a way to leave the world.

It saddens me tremendously and knowing distant relatives of the family and staff of the hotel makes me feel their loss even more.

I'd really like to help while being as sensitive as possible by writing a side bar story on the man, but no. What a selfish jackass. How do I always end up with people who are so inconsiderate? How?