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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Beautiful
It's 11.30pm, my speakers sing, and my soul descends into the state which it is at a calm, feels like I'm sitting by the beach, listening to the waves lap on the sands. I could feel the ebb and flow of the blood in my veins, the movement of air as it rubs the walls of my throat. It's a nice feeling, calm and relaxed. I enjoy many aspects of driving, the intense focus and feedback of driving fast and dangerous, or the therapeutic effect of cruising down a lonely highway, flanked by rows of lights slowly fading into the far distance. It's a nice view, this country of ours. Rugged at some parts, and just plain beautiful at others. For all they say of our prime ministers, I still think we actually live in a very beautiful country. Hahaha, pains a part of me to say this, but I've started to realize that I've aged. Not physically, but mentally.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Lucky
Dear me,
I sometimes feels very privileged.
I went home around 11.30 yesterday, hungry.. and yet I still could find people to accompany me for such a late dinner/supper.
I came home today at 11, and find that there's still food at home for me which I can reheat.
Actually, when I come to think of it, I actually should be very thankful. Thankful that my parents still cook for me, and my friends who're still there. So honestly... if they're there, I think I can still take whatever work can throw at me.
Yeah.
Gambatte!
From me.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Thriving on other people's confusion
I like it when other people are confused, with both side not knowing anything. Today is one such day. I went to my client, and was there to find out that my manager informed me of being released from the job at 6pm on a goddamned public holiday. Fine with me. (Like duh... thinking about the parking alone is enough reason for me not to go there, AT LEAST RM15 a day, what the fuck weih)
Anyway.. and so I went back lah. But then ar... the funny thing is.. the carpark is a lil' bit funny one.
B1 and B2 are separated by a card machine one u know. The card reader. So I put in, and just terus jalan la. Mana I tau itu machine ar, supposed to give me back my card one u know. So I buta buta masuk lah B2, lepas tu pusing pusing pusing, tak dapat keluar.. Sungguh frus... So after a few roudns turning at the same place. ( I know, why didn't I stop and just go ask right.. well... assumption is I just don't know where to go out)
But after a while, I went and ask the guards. I must give them this, though. The guards are fantastically good. They're responsible and quite helpful. Thanks :D.. Ah so I went la all the way to the security office, and manala I tau, rupa-rupanya, itu machine, supposed to give me back my card one. Aiyo~~~~~ (Big smack to the head). First time I met such a weird carpark, but also at the same time, one of the more amusing ones.
hahaha, so baliklah I ke office... then ronda-ronda sedikit, sampailah office punya parking... Eh. PENUH. Bah-bi! Matilah I, manalah yang I akan park kereta I ni.... So I pusing and pusing, round and round like a lost puppy... (technically I am. Despite workign there for so 'long', my long absence from the office meant I don't even know how to tag into the office carpark for late hour access)
Then finally I followed someone into the awfully obscure and mythical parking of 'Lot F'
Seriously. Lot F. How brilliant is that? I mean... It's not even in ORDER. Lot G is not next ot Lot F, Lot E is nowhere to be found, so... whoever named the Sentral development area has no logical idea of parking.
And so, pergilah I buat kerja di office aku tu yang banyak bergaya, tapi penuh dengan cacing dan ular. Dan senior I yang suka membebel pasal kerja dan suka suka meletup seperti bomb C4 di depan I.
I mean, like Oh~kay~.. what did I do?
Lepas tu, sampailah masa I untuk balik. Jalan-jalan, eh.. hujan. Bahse! Somemore have to deliver shit somemore u know~ Aiyaaaaaaaaaaa.. Teruknya~ Jadi I pun larilah, seperti dikejar anjing gila dengan bag laptop I yang berat tu~ (actually quite light already, because I've been carrying it for so long that I'm kinda sure my shoulder muscles built up some strength)
Tapi.. tapi... parking ticket not yet pay!.. Omg. lari again to the 'hut' that I tot got the payment machine... Eh..
'U lari buat apa... bayar kat exit laaaaa~' Kata Encik yang duduk dalam rumah tu..
Eh~ Bodoh! Jadi I pun lari baliklah kereta I dalam hujan yang kian lebat itu...
Then... Then.. I pun sampailah tiket counter tu, dan bagi dia I punya tiket..
"RM15, encik" Hatiku tergendala sebentar seperti Astro yang dikacau petir dan hujan. Difikirku, 'RM15? Bahse...' Tapi bayar pun kena bayar, jadi akupun senyumlah seperti kambing yang sinis, dan bertutur' Rm15? Okay~'
I thought... eh, wasn't I just happy that I avoided having to pay the crazy mad parking of RM20/day at that other client of mine? So goes to say, when karma is out to get ya, there's no running away. Aih~ Bayar pun bayarlah, manalah I tau hutang dengan tuhan yang mana, yang perlu I langsaikan.
Sedemikianlah berakhir hariku yang agak pelik...
---
Dang, Wyn Yan's got it good. IBM quite a lot more chicks than pwc lor.. Dunno what crap he talking. All he needed was look next door at the IBM peeps. (Maybe it's because semua yang kerja kat situ bukan darah accountant like PwC atau KPMG)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Beautiful
It's 11.30pm, my speakers sing, and my soul descends into the state which it is at a calm, feels like I'm sitting by the beach, listening to the waves lap on the sands. I could feel the ebb and flow of the blood in my veins, the movement of air as it rubs the walls of my throat. It's a nice feeling, calm and relaxed. I enjoy many aspects of driving, the intense focus and feedback of driving fast and dangerous, or the therapeutic effect of cruising down a lonely highway, flanked by rows of lights slowly fading into the far distance. It's a nice view, this country of ours. Rugged at some parts, and just plain beautiful at others. For all they say of our prime ministers, I still think we actually live in a very beautiful country. Hahaha, pains a part of me to say this, but I've started to realize that I've aged. Not physically, but mentally.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Lucky
Dear me, I sometimes feels very privileged. I went home around 11.30 yesterday, hungry.. and yet I still could find people to accompany me for such a late dinner/supper. I came home today at 11, and find that there's still food at home for me which I can reheat. Actually, when I come to think of it, I actually should be very thankful. Thankful that my parents still cook for me, and my friends who're still there. So honestly... if they're there, I think I can still take whatever work can throw at me. Yeah. Gambatte! From me.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Thriving on other people's confusion
I like it when other people are confused, with both side not knowing anything. Today is one such day. I went to my client, and was there to find out that my manager informed me of being released from the job at 6pm on a goddamned public holiday. Fine with me. (Like duh... thinking about the parking alone is enough reason for me not to go there, AT LEAST RM15 a day, what the fuck weih) Anyway.. and so I went back lah. But then ar... the funny thing is.. the carpark is a lil' bit funny one. B1 and B2 are separated by a card machine one u know. The card reader. So I put in, and just terus jalan la. Mana I tau itu machine ar, supposed to give me back my card one u know. So I buta buta masuk lah B2, lepas tu pusing pusing pusing, tak dapat keluar.. Sungguh frus... So after a few roudns turning at the same place. ( I know, why didn't I stop and just go ask right.. well... assumption is I just don't know where to go out) But after a while, I went and ask the guards. I must give them this, though. The guards are fantastically good. They're responsible and quite helpful. Thanks :D.. Ah so I went la all the way to the security office, and manala I tau, rupa-rupanya, itu machine, supposed to give me back my card one. Aiyo~~~~~ (Big smack to the head). First time I met such a weird carpark, but also at the same time, one of the more amusing ones. hahaha, so baliklah I ke office... then ronda-ronda sedikit, sampailah office punya parking... Eh. PENUH. Bah-bi! Matilah I, manalah yang I akan park kereta I ni.... So I pusing and pusing, round and round like a lost puppy... (technically I am. Despite workign there for so 'long', my long absence from the office meant I don't even know how to tag into the office carpark for late hour access) Then finally I followed someone into the awfully obscure and mythical parking of 'Lot F' Seriously. Lot F. How brilliant is that? I mean... It's not even in ORDER. Lot G is not next ot Lot F, Lot E is nowhere to be found, so... whoever named the Sentral development area has no logical idea of parking. And so, pergilah I buat kerja di office aku tu yang banyak bergaya, tapi penuh dengan cacing dan ular. Dan senior I yang suka membebel pasal kerja dan suka suka meletup seperti bomb C4 di depan I. I mean, like Oh~kay~.. what did I do? Lepas tu, sampailah masa I untuk balik. Jalan-jalan, eh.. hujan. Bahse! Somemore have to deliver shit somemore u know~ Aiyaaaaaaaaaaa.. Teruknya~ Jadi I pun larilah, seperti dikejar anjing gila dengan bag laptop I yang berat tu~ (actually quite light already, because I've been carrying it for so long that I'm kinda sure my shoulder muscles built up some strength) Tapi.. tapi... parking ticket not yet pay!.. Omg. lari again to the 'hut' that I tot got the payment machine... Eh.. 'U lari buat apa... bayar kat exit laaaaa~' Kata Encik yang duduk dalam rumah tu.. Eh~ Bodoh! Jadi I pun lari baliklah kereta I dalam hujan yang kian lebat itu... Then... Then.. I pun sampailah tiket counter tu, dan bagi dia I punya tiket.. "RM15, encik" Hatiku tergendala sebentar seperti Astro yang dikacau petir dan hujan. Difikirku, 'RM15? Bahse...' Tapi bayar pun kena bayar, jadi akupun senyumlah seperti kambing yang sinis, dan bertutur' Rm15? Okay~' I thought... eh, wasn't I just happy that I avoided having to pay the crazy mad parking of RM20/day at that other client of mine? So goes to say, when karma is out to get ya, there's no running away. Aih~ Bayar pun bayarlah, manalah I tau hutang dengan tuhan yang mana, yang perlu I langsaikan. Sedemikianlah berakhir hariku yang agak pelik... --- Dang, Wyn Yan's got it good. IBM quite a lot more chicks than pwc lor.. Dunno what crap he talking. All he needed was look next door at the IBM peeps. (Maybe it's because semua yang kerja kat situ bukan darah accountant like PwC atau KPMG)
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