1-Utama, Finnegan, Poppys and then some...

It's 7.30am and I juz came back from KL. The entire Sat night started off with me having dinner in 1 Utama with a bunch of friends. Walked around a bit and even tried the rock climbing booth. Those staff there seemed upset that I didnt fall and even managed to do 3 successful climbs to the top. But those fuckers took it out on my friend when it was her turn. Those bastards got her stuck in the middle. She was so scared that when she finally came down, she was shaking from head to toe.

Remembered that Amy was having a roadshow but didnt really have time to say hi to her, so I juz sms-ed her.

After that, meet up with my high school friends which I havnt seen for the past 10 years at Finnegan, Hartamas. Had a few pints there (edit= ok, now I remember that I only had enough time for a pint) and then we carry on with the nite at Poppys, KL.

Goddammit, Poppys was so packed and hot.

Packed, as in the crowd.

Hot, as in the chicks.

We continued drinking there and then my friends took me to somewhere which gave me an Eye-opening experience.

I'm so bloody zombified and this post is so lame it's boring and utterly pointless. Buy wahey, a blog is a blog right? Pardon me if there's grammar or spelling error. I'm writing this blog with 1 eye closed. They're taking turns sleeping you see...

Oh, before I forgot,...as we were leaving 1-Utama, we pass by the Sony roadshow booths. Everyone that's wearing a Sony t-shirt seem busy so I didnt bother looking for Amy. But I thought I saw someone remarkably familiar. She wore glasses, hair tied-up and had a blue-handphone cover hanging from her neck.

Good night Malaysia, or rather...Good Morning.

How tough can raising a kid be?

He tugs on the sleeves of my tunic, looks up to me wide-eye and unblinking. Even without prophetic powers to foretell the future, I knew what he was going to do next.

And (while digging his nose with his other hand) he asked...

"If a crab were to lose it's shell, is it homeless or naked?"

"If a Fly were to lose it's wings, would it be call a Walk instead?"

These are some of the questions that my adopted orphan asked me. Questions which I find are not only completely pointless but also a waste of brain cells if I were to crack my head for some non-existing answers. But at the same time, it amazes me how the young boy can actually derive to such questions.

At first, I find it endearing. But lately, it's been rather annoying. How in the world would I know what's a "Zug Zug" anyway.

The boy’s gone now. The week of the warden has ended. I’ve send him back to his Matron mother as my task as his warden ended yesterday.

For the first time in the past week, I tasted peace.

I didnt have to bring him around the world to see his idols. I didnt have to travel across the continent just to buy him ice-cream from the race tracks. Most of all, I didn't have to face his mind-numbing questions that sprang forth from his curious and naive brain. I didn't have to work my creative part of my brain to come up with answers to satisfy his curiosity. Where each of my answers triggers 2 more questions from him. And I end up being bombarded by an endless swarm of questions enough to make the elders look dumb.

I have the whole day to myself.

I have the peace and tranquility that I lost when he came under my care.

And somehow, I wish he was still here...



Did I mention that all these happened in an online game? =)

I wonder if raising a kid in real life is as tough. I wonder if I have anything to do with my parent's high blood pressure and grey hair. I must find out from them what kind of questions I asked them when I was in my age of innocence.

If raising a kid is really gonna be tough...

...I guess I’ll just get a dog.

Dood!! Where's my car?

Ever felt like your a cripple? Well, that's how I feel now that my car is stuck at the workshop for the freaking weekend. Lemme re-phrase that, a FREAKING LONG WEEKEND. -_-"

But then again, what can I expect when I leave my car at the workshop and only come back on Saturday from the East Coast? Hrm..come to think about it, I was half hoping and half expecting them to open for business. I mean...comeon, dont you guys work half day on Saturdays? Dont you want business? This whole ordeal left me giving M'sian car service center with the only emote I can think of -> _|_

For those that dont know what that is, that's the leet sign for the middle finger.

My housemate's gone outstation, I got no car, my area has a got a seriously lack of public transport service...wait, no...ITS completely devoid of any public transport. How nice,...I got a whole weekend to spend in my apartment. Alone. Doing nothing. Boring. LIKE.A.FARKING.PRISON.

*sniff*

Someone come and pick me up. I promise to be a good boy...no seriously..anything.
Just.Get.Me.Out

Guess what I got from UK...

In 15mins time, I’ll be going off to KLIA to catch my plane to Kuala Terengganu. Going there to attend a relatives wedding. Might be heading off to Redang after that for a day or 2. I’m actually surprise that my boss actually allowed me to take leave till Tuesday.

Oh btw, guess what my brother took back from UK...



Rubber Wrist-bands!! 

The Force is strong with this one.

Eat your hearts out boys and girls, I'm watching Star Wars Episode 3...

...on Wednesday!!!

Yay to Pre-Screening tickets!!
Boo to long queues and crappy neck-breaking-front-row seats!!


(",) 

!@#$% Homework sucks!!

Ok, a quick recap of last week and ultimately my excuse for my lack of update on this blog.

On Sunday afternoon, I was doing some reports (3 to be exact) on my home pc. And the thing is, I HATE homework. Who likes to work on weekends anyway? Anyway, guess what time I finally finished it?

6.20am...on Monday morning!!! -_-

...and I had to go to work at 8am. I was so zombified. In the afternoon, after sending my 3 reports to my boss and other respective departments, I went back home. Told my boss I couldn’t take it anymore. N.e.e.d.S.l.e.e.p.

This new job is tormenting me. And it’s only been what? 3 weeks? I’m not sure if I can handle the pressure. The raw data for each report was 300 pages long (in excel format)!!
Good luck to whoever is taking up finance. Say buh bye to your social life.

No, just kidding. Perhaps it’ll be different for others. After all, I’m sitting in for 2 executives who left the company at the same time. Come to think about it, how come I am not getting 2 executive’s salary? -_- Dammit my company is abusing me...

Coming to that, I’ve got a new colleague who will be replacing the other executive who left. That’ll take some burden of my shoulders a bit...I hope. My boss told me that she’ll be coming in today. Meeting her in the afternoon. And he said “She’s a girl. I’ve always like a boy and a girl in the credit control team.” And then he said again "a G-I-R-L...and she’s your age" and proceeded to give me this weird grin. I wonder what’s all that about?
Is my boss starting a dating service or something?

On a sidenote, chatted with a fellow blogger over msn. She told me my entries are too long. -_-

So I’m just gonna stop here.

The only thing Constant, is Change itself

A fictional conversation between 2 Singaporean business partners...

Big Boss 1 : I’m bored. This week Phua Chu Kang’s episode so boring. Same yellow boots. Same funky hairdo. And to make matter worst...Xiaxue didn’t update her blog.

Big Boss 2 : Yalor. I didn’t realize that being so stinky rich and own so many companies, I can still end up this bored. No challenge lar. I think the JB cd sellers have a more interesting job. What should we do? Should we buy over another company in Malaysia? Is so affordable there. Come to think bout it, everything is affordable there.

Big Boss 1 : Har? Another company meh? So many...dunwan lar..I cant keep track of which company we own liao. Lazy to remember. I’d rather play O2 Jam.

Big Boss 2 : Hrm..I’ve a better idea. Let’s make a big change in one of our companies. It’ll be fun watching the people struggle to keep up with the changes. We can watch the departmental heads fight amongst themselves. See young executives grow white hair. Have the staff move office. See which unlucky dood havto change department and watch him struggle with his new post. Change the accounting system too. Haha, best!! It’ll be more interesting than the Chinese Drama on TV wei.

Big Boss 1 : Cool idea!! It’s like playing God. Let’s randomly pick one company to start the chaos. Maybe later one of them will bitch about it in his/her blog. About time someone updates their blog. So borrrringg. No new reading material somore.


-_-"


I’ve change department again. This is the 4th time I’ve changed department / position / job scope in just within 4 years of working in my current company. It’s annoying. It gives me a feeling of uncertainty. It’s uncool when you’ve finally gotten use to the job..you find yourself having the need to adapt to a new environment. So..what can I do? There are 2 options available :

1.) quit
2.) bitch and complain about it in my blog then shutup and do my new job.

So..I’ve decided to roll with the punches. Perhaps the change is gonna be better for me. I am aiming to go into the consultation industry in the future. Maybe learning different aspects of an organization may help. Who knows? Come to think about it, I don’t wanna be doing the same thing I’m doing in the next 5 years. Let's recap the changes I’ve been thru.

2002 – Joined the company’s Supply Chain department, handling the central regional warehouse for the manufacturing arm.

2003 – Restructuring. Ended up in the Logistic and Warehouse dept. Much like operations. Doing almost the same thing as in 2002, but handling the Trading side of the company with an added responsibility of the logistic aspect.

2004 – Another restructuring. New boss and new dept. Now in charge of SoP dept.(ie. Sales order processing). Where previously I had 1 supervisor under me and 15+ staff under him…now I’ve got 4 clerks under me, no supervisor -_-". My division was part of a Finance division..so therefore was reporting to a Finance senior manager.

2005 – Restructuring..AGAIN. Felt very unstable if I was to stay in SoP dept. So requested for a transfer to Credit Control. No staff under me. More responsibility. Where I was previously handling inventory, and documents…I’m now handling collections and credit and lots of account monitoring. Yea, pretty boring stuff.

So, I’ve a new title. Credit Control Executive. Sounds very glamorous ya? The job’s very demanding. AR, risk management, collection status, ageing reports, credit limits, seek legal actions (when other companies don’t pay up) etc. Anyway, lots of Finance aspect included. Did I mention that I failed in my Financial Management subject? Wish me luck..gonna need lots of it.

Come to think about it, I think I got an upgrade in my Executive level. It went up 1 level. Dunno if that’s intentional coz my boss didn’t mention it to me. Let’s hope it’ll affect my salary adjustment at the end of the year.

All this comes with a catch. You see, when I’m offered this new post, my boss included in a clause before I signed the transfer document. In 3 months time, if I’m not up to the job, I’ll have to leave the department. And since my previous post has been replaced by someone else...that means I’ll havto leave the company too. Exciting no? Drama ++

Come back in 3 months time to see if I end up losing my job. *Deng Deng Deng*

If I managed to survive, come back next year anyway to see which department I end up transferred into...AGAIN.

Hi Mum!! I'm back. (Post-Blogger’s Block)

It’s been awhile since my last entry. The lazy bug has claimed yet another victim like a cancerous cell that refuses to go away.

Ok, fine..I’ll admit that I procrastinate a lot. I’d rather leave totally random and pointless comments on other blogs than to write an entry myself.

Doesn’t help either that I’m in a middle of a restructuring within my department. Lots of stuff to take care off. So I cant blame it all on being lazy either. I got so much I wanna write here…but I’m just plain lazy and busy. Even both words rhyme. Everyday as I stared blankly onto my blog, a million thoughts run through my mind…but I just couldn’t put it into writing. Ever so often, I encounter doubts and having second thoughts about sharing my innermost feelings, thoughts, fears and hopes into a website that can be view publicly.

Is this what they call a “Blogger’s Block”? Blog-block? Bloging-
block? Blocked-Blog? Blocking-Blog?

But then again, having my thoughts written into my blog feels like having a burden lifted of my weary heart. It always feels good to tell someone events that happened whether not it’s desirable or undesirable. Whether anyone reads is another matter altogether, but I guess writing a blog gives the same feeling as you cheer or cry out into the darkness of cyberspace.

What’s that smell? It’s a new cologne. Its called Contradiction. -_-

Anyway, nothing interesting happen between this and the previous entry. Except bout a week ago, I had dinner with a colleague of mine. She’s from the Marketing dept. Joined the company bout 5 months ago. Been chatting with her regularly. Anyway, she’s going to US for training, for 3 weeks. I asked her out for dinner and she said yes. After much debate over the phone as to where we should eat, we ended up in Sushi King. Prior to that, she challenged me to a “Dare”. We would play One-Two-Zum (ie.Rock- Scissors -Paper) and the loser would eat a sushi dipped in an uNgOdly amount of Wasabi. Of course, the winner gets to decide how much Wasabi goes into the sushi depending on how much torment she/he wants the loser to be in. So naturally, the losers gonna be putting some thing into his/her mouth that doesn’t resemble a sushi, instead it’ll look like a big chunk of Wasabi held between the chopsticks. I never back down from a Dare. Especially not from a girl. So it’s a showdown between Ipoh’s One-Two-Zum Sifu VS Klang’s One-Two-Zum Sifu.

I lost 11 times out of 12 rounds -_-

I got pwned. Can you say pwned? Its pronounced P-A-W-N-E-D. It’s like I got owned REAL bad. I don’t understand how I can lose that badly. Nevermind the fact that the wasabi utterly destroyed my tastebuds and made me all teary…the whole event threw my male ego into the dumpster. OMFG…how can I lose 11 times to a girl? It’s just a simple game of Rock-Scissors-Paper.

She must be a psychic.

Of course, to add insult to injury, she told me after the first 2 rounds, she noticed I was playing in a repetitive pattern. So what now? I am THAT predictable? _|_

Anyway, she’s a nice friend. Pretty, has a kick-ass personality and friendly. But nope…no chemistry. So it’s ALL GUDDDD. Am looking forward for round 2 so I can have my revenge.

Coming to think about it, I’ve gotta go devise a brilliant strategy on how to defeat her in the game of Rock-Scissors-Paper when she’s back from the states. There must be a way. I can feel it. Am coming very close to reaching the stage of enlightenment and finally world domination!! MuahAHAHA!!! (Insert evil laughter)