Start The Day With....

...the Nescafe Dispenser Machine! Or whatever you call it...doesn't matter. This is the machine that had so frequently save my day in the often monotonous office days.

People who goes to work should know the feeling when you first step into the office. It's the grumpy zombie-like floor-dragging feeling, that is unless you are an enthusiastic/workaholic/ass-kissing-type of worker who goes around smiling and chirping away "good morning" to the shock of other sleepy workers.

Often, after setting up my desk, I headed straight to the pantry for a cup of Milo, my preference of a wake-up call.
















"At your service, me lord."

It was too easy. All you have to do is press the button, and the beverage-ish sound of the drink pouring into your cup is so welcoming. Plus, they have this layer of bubbly thick surface that makes you go "mmmm".
















Now, now..which of you needs pressing?

After the rude sipping of the hot beverage, it just let the brain go "tink!" And hey, time to start work liao.

How I wish I can have this in at home. I should grab it back on my last day at work. XD

Things I Did in Jams

Traffic jams are tedious. Like so clichéd. So are boring office hours. Thus, I come up with a few idiotic wu liao things that I had done while on the way to work.

1. Sing to all the songs to the pitch of the Chipmunks.
2. Listen to the morning crews and laugh at the slightest hint of joke so blatantly that the driver beside might think: “Damn, he must be coo-cooed.”
3. Curse everybody else with the voice of Patrick (SpongeBob’s dumbass starfish friend).
4. Talk to the car. It might be therapeutic for it.
5. Remix the songs with the “Wassups” and “Yeah,yeah” eventho you knew it does not fit.
6. Lydia’s idea of summing up the numbers on the car plates. Keeps the brain working.
7. The unethical art of tailgating a car OR go slowly if someone else is tailgating behind. Call me a jerk.
8. Try staring at the rearview mirror of the car in front of you. A way to instill fear. Good way to let the driver know that he/she just pissed you off.

Try them at your own risk. I am so totally not responsible for the traumatic consequences that may come your way

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It’s the office. I have the right to blog right? Right?

1. Do you eat a lot of fast food?
Recently yes.

2. Besides your mouth, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?
Can u give me some privacy on this?

3. Have you kissed anyone in 2008?
Nope for the moment.

4. Were you happy when you woke up today?
I’m grumpy when I woke up everyday.

5. Have you ever streaked?
Shout is a better word.

6. Are you an understanding person?
I think I’m good at listening. Just dono if I understand. Bleh.

7. What was the last movie you saw in theaters?
Dan In Not So Real Life.

8. Did you pray before you went to bed last night?
I prayed when I woke up today.

9. What did you last get upset about?
After a totally bad football day.

10. Do you eat candy on a daily basis?
I hate candies.

11. Does it make you happy to get letters in the mail?
No. I’m not a mail person.

12. Who was the last person to text you?
Nicholas.

13. What are you looking forward to this summer?
:: It’s summer the whole year in Malaysia. Gah.

14. Who was the last person you ate with?
Colleague

15. Do raisins belong in cookies?
I hate raisins belonging to some other things. It is best at its own.

16. What's your screen name?
Read the screen la. So lazy meh.

17. Walking into a party, what's the first thing you notice?
People. Duh.

18. Are you currently taking a science class in school?
Do Social Sciences count?

19. You've just won a free vacation to either South America or North Korea?
América del Sur. Babes are cooler than missiles hands down.

20.Kiss on the first date?
Why not?

21. Would you rather have chicken or steak?
Chicken. Beef is strictly “non-halal” to me.

22. Why did your last relationship end?
Because I don’t have one.

23. What's one thing you've learned??
Listening is always better than commenting.

24. Who was the last person you took a picture of?
So long ago. Can’t remember.

25. How often do you see your exes?
I had none.

26. Who was the last baby you held?
My cousin’s.

27. Would you ever donate blood?
Yes I did and will.

28. How many snack machines are in your school?
None. My college is a healthy place.

29. Have you ever felt replaced?
So fucking many times.

30. Are there deerheads covering any walls in your house?
Greenpeace! Greenpeace!

31. Do you believe in karma?
Karma Sutra? Hmm..kinky.

32. Have you ever been asked out?
Asked out of a room…yes.

33. Are you good at telling jokes?
When people laugh at it, it is good right?

34. Have you ever driven without a license?
Yeah.

35. How is your ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend doing?
Irrelevant.

36. Do you wish you had smaller feet?
Why? I’m happy with what I have.

37. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?
Definitely. I appreciate that.

38. When ordering sushi, what do you get?
Sushi.

39. How many of your friends have seen you naked?
Irrelevant.

40. Do you write in cursive or in print?
My way.

41. Would you rather have a boyfriend/girlfriend, or friends with benefits?
Girlfriend with benefits.

42. Who was the last person you sat next to?
Janice, my colleague.

43. What were you doing at 10 am?
Teaching Vietnamese BM. Like cats talking to dogs.

44. Are you different now than you were six months ago?
Of course. 20 into 21 in the past six months officially.

45. What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?
Arrgh….Milo.

Featuring the No Ballers in Media

These days the news papers are full of total crap. It’s more like a command platform and kao pe kao bo/ blaming podium than an information centre. No believe? Just look at a few examples:

“Barisan urged to set up Puteri division”
“Samy: All Barisan leaders to blame”
“Use land for planting crops, firms urged”
“Don’t waste money on needless luxuries, agencies told”
“Dr Khir urges Abdullah to step down now”
“Umno needs to move forward, says Hisham”
“Zahid: Don’t pressure Pak Lah”

And these are only the last 3 days samples.

What the heck they think the newspapers are? A place for them to urge here, complain there, blaming here, grumble there. I’m tired of reading mainstreams nowadays. Can’t they just talk directly to the person involved, face to face? One thing’s for sure. They don’t have balls. In the end, we readers have to be victims of their rantings. Gaaahh.

Boys Will Be Boys

A conversation between 3 guys.

Colleague A: We had a potential customer in the name of CIBA Vision.
Colleague B: Oh, what did they do?
Me: They produce contact lenses.
Colleague B: I see. What again? Siba Vision?
Colleague A: (Starting to smirk) Yes, it is spelled C-I-B-A.

(From this moment on, we have to compete for the who-will-be-the-last-to-laugh award)

Colleague B: They pronounce Siba?
Colleague A: (Trying to act dumb) Yea. What do you expect them to pronounce?
Colleague B: Chiba?
Me: Kiba?
Colleague A: Chiba. Some Ah Tu Ah Kau (people with no or little education) will probably ask…Cib*i Vision? When wear edi, can see that one ah?

Nobody won the last-to-laugh award.

Note that:
Colleague A is a married man with 2 kids who is the manager of a certain dept. who works the shit out of him and is hard line serious of his work.

Colleague B is a married man who is so serious in making deals complete that he, as far as I know, never failed..

Moral of the story:
Regardless of status and age, when together, boys will definitely be boys.





Seriously, it's pronounced si-ba right?

Random Post Due to Boredom

Almost a year has passed since I tore my anterior cruciate ligament (ACL). As a result, my movements are limited and an intense active lifestyle robbed.

But being the stubborn inpatient impulsive person, I can’t wait for a total recovery and did sport prematurely. You guessed it, time and again, my knee failed to support me and went tumbling down like fatass Humpty Dumpty and suffered pain all over again. Dumbass, you say. Yes, it might be. But I rather choose pain than going senile. Yes, I am a sadist idiot.

During the testing times, I tried to adapt to the newly implied limit. In sports, instead of being the offensive hard line bulldozer, I was obliged to be an unnoticed stealthy silent turtle in games. In daily life, instead of the usually steroid-charged (not literally) aggressor, I learned to diminish the tempo. It is sort of a torment for a need-for-speed guy. But then again, it can be a blessing in disguise. My chance of a cardio arrest is probably lessened.































ACL casualty, Michael Owen, as motivator.
(above) Owen with ACL tear during 2006 Euro
(below) Owen scoring just this weekend for Newcastle.

Lately, I noticed improvements in my movements especially in sports. I felt a sense of contribution to the last few games I played since the occurred injury. But it did not come suddenly. Confidence is like the Roman Empire. They don't suddenly appear.

Combined with the adaptation made during the recovery period, I see a wider dimension and a better reading of my activities. And yeah, I learned my lesson, my friends should be grateful that I can walk with them, not in front them like I once did.

Again, life goes on. And I am blogging this out of office boredom and the Internet line out and with inadequate motivation to work. As if my boss cares.
Eu out.

Two Decades and One Year of Existence

My birthday is on April 2nd. No bullshit. It ain't some April Fool's Joke. According to the legend, I nearly came out as a "fool", but I hold a bit longer (or rather my mom hold a lil bit longer) and here I am, after two decades, writing this crappy blog.

Thought that is bullshit? You shouldn't. Its not a legend, its a fact. And I thank my mom for being so considerate. ^^

21. A milestone that is such a hype. You know, those coming-to-age, free-to-do-thing-anything, right-to-blah-blah-blah stuff. For me, it is just a circle of life we have to go through and being wiser (READ: older) at the same time. Bah, too philosophic. Zzz..

Anyway, it was a rather quiet peaceful celebration both with my family and with my colleagues at work. I was rather surprise with the latter who celebrated with me. Thanks guys.

And speaking of appreciation, here goes to all the people who had (or hadn't because you forgot and realize it was too late and send me a Happy Belated Birthday message, which I will eventually accept lah) send me messages, wishes and blessings. No matter how, you guys played a part in my life and it is what makes me who I am today (this is the part you should grab a tissue and say : "awww").

Ah yes, life goes on. Another of such token-of-appreciation-post next year k?

21 and still going.