dieded

not good....

i opened the create post window and starred at it for 10 minutes and didn't know what to say. sometimes i think i'm losing my mind. i just sit and don't say or do anything, worst still my mind isn't like thinking about anything either.

maybe i'm being possessed by some brain killing demonic wave?!

Show me the, FRIDAYYYYYYY....

it's true eh, if you compare the people on a monday to on a friday, there is so much difference. i tell you man, the mondays blues is more like a disease and TGIF is like the cure at the end of the week.

never really understood all this when people like my dad used to talk about it, now i know;

'i'm a working adult'

*puke puke puke.....

gooooooooooooooooood morning

remember that line where Robin Williams goes;

'gooooooooooooooooooood morning Vietnam....'

good movie man, good movie. but if today i see anyone coming up to me and even trying to do something like that, he/she is gonna feel the wrath oh my back hand!

bad morning, nothing specific, just a bad morning, cause i had to get up on a day i wanted to sleep in, nuff said.

now i have Ben E. King's Stand By Me, going on repeat...

sheets, unfolded...

i went home last night and saw my bed was not made and i knew i'm missing a woman in my life. not that i'm saying it's a woman's job to fix the bed, but usually they do it automatically, unlike us guys who need to be told.

again,

not that i like my bed to be made, i prefer a messy bed but then sometimes a clean, made, crisp sheet does make a difference and oh i dunno whats my point already...

give me back my ice water.

what's your morning routine when you get in the office?

when i first joined, i was new, so i'd do whatever the rest did. then i was in Sanyo Project, so the only i thing i did was to think about what to do. eventually as i got more and more comfortable with work, my routine became making my milo, getting my iced water and eating my breakfast.

and today,

THEY TAKE AWAY MY ICED WATER, ARRGGHHHH...!!!

i really need a vacation already la, getting tensed for little things already.

in which company have you heard, that an Industrial Engineer is incharge of work instruction translation?! this company the IE is also the PE. to my knowledge, and IE yes is the process designer, but it should end there, once bought off it should belong to the PE. an IE's role is for headcount allocation, timestudy, line balancing, capacity, layout and finally improvements. i think the work load here is a little too much. not that we're not managing but i don't think we should be doing other peoples tasks.

oh my god, i've started bitching about this job too! thats not a good sign now, is it?

Runaway Train

today is Sarah's last paper and tomorrow she'll be going back to JB. well it's been a great season again. a season of rampaging dinners and bloatedness, hehahae. will miss you and goodluck for the exams. from now on, the hair on my arms are save. you just remember, you deserve to be happy, live and let die is the best way...

you know what, i think i really need a vacation. i need to recharge my battery. i can sense i'm running low on fuel and thats usually not a good thing. demotivation creeping up on me.

which level do you fit in?

in this world there are many levels of people, i'm talking about understanding wise. if i went and talked about Manufacturing Ideologies to an accountant, i'd get my ass kicked by him. same thing if someone walked up to me and talked about quantum physics, i'd be a monkey in a chinese market, dead and ready to be served.

i'm just wondering, in a multinational organization, do the upper level management understand this? cause they are so result orientated that lose focus about the kind of people they're managing. we had this saying in my previous working experience;

'don't ask an operator to do an engineer's job'

so the question is now, who's gonna tell the management this?

What's the most exciting thing you did last?

remember this question? so i asked myself, and i got a very very uncomfortable asnwer;

'i recently switched from briefs to boxers'

who knew, a matter of having more space to roam (move) made so much difference. i should say i find it more, what's the word; naked with boxers, briefs felt like i was clothed, concealed, whatever.

i feel exposed...

uh ohhh....

i knew this was coming, i got up this morning and went;

'oh man, do i have to go in today?'

thats always a bad sign when it comes to work. someone asked me how long do i plan to stay in the company, me being the ever ready for questions like this said, until i consider myself experienced or until the day they wont have me anymore.

i need to find ways to make my work interesting, i need to find new challenges and raise the stakes a little. honestly it's a little hard, coming to work and having to not think about stuff that goes on in my life. the perfect balance has been absent in my soul for a long time and nopw with new complications, i tell you, i sense a storm ahead.

gotta go find my raincoat, soon...

the title contention

it's been a good season, i've driven some excellent races. fact; i've even won a few of them. my most memorable was at the banked corner going pass two other rivals.

but there come a time in every racers career to sit back and say, this GP is definitely not mine, lets try and finish the race in the points and maybe help the drivers title contention not slip away. you know sometimes when you have to take your foot of the pedal, just to avoid from hitting the wall of champions, and right then you see a rival go pass you. it hurts, it hurts so badly. and at times you'd say i'd rather hit the wall.

i'm heading for a wall and i've decided to lift my foot from the pedal. it hurts cause i know i lost this race all by myself.

so much for my predetorial instincts,

pwuttycat...

the adventures of captain cavemen

is responsibility a good thing?

a twelwe year old asked me the other day, would i rather be a kid or an adult? a kid, anytime of the day man.

responsibility suck, big time...

have you ever felt that sometimes, sorry, that everytime you think you've found something good, it tend to threatens you that it might slip away from your grasp? how do you hold on to it? and don't give me that crap answer;

'let it go, if it was meant to be, blah blah blah.....'

damn, the cavemen didn't have so much complications in life did he? imagine the life, i was somehow transported back into the past? i'd get a deckchair and bask in the sun...create fire and choose whichever mate i want, just drag her into the cave with me. then one fine day get eaten by a sabertooth tiger. yeah man, that's the life...

all is fair in love and war

lately a lot of people have beeen questioning me about my tattooes. well one in particular, one which most people wouldn't really understand as to why i got it and what it symbolize to me today.

my love story is definitely a tear jerker but as all love story goes it has to end somewhere. have i moved on? i don't quite know. am i okay with everything? i don't qiute know either. will i survive? i honestly don't know...

which raises the question, what do i know?

in short, i know i like this special someone and i'm finding it barely tolerable that i still haven't had the oppurtunity (or guts, call it what you want) to walk up to her and and just plant one on her cheeks. then ofcourse i'd be answering the eternal question of all men;

'Do i still got it, after all these years?'

yeah yeah yeah, i can hear that one odd voice out there, going;

'what if she really doesn't want what you want?'

we count our losses and move on (kapoow). who knew i'd be saying this. and i have another question for myself, in all my persuits i've been unmerciful and unforgiving, worst still, unremorseful. so why, (oh for FUCKS SAKES) why have i been taking this persuit so carefully and sssooo slowly. where's that predetorial instinct that i've been recognized with? has the almighty lion turn into a helpless pussycat?

i tawd i twaw i pwuttycat? i did, i did twaw i pwuttycat....

Product of Modern Day Society

not exactly a Jessica Elba look alike but what the hell.

the big fat boy

auch....

i'm bloated like a balloon and for the next one week i can only eat liquid food, arrrggghh, only porridge ah?! die lorrr...

actually my tummy has been acting on me for weeks but i guess past two days training at crown plaza has just made it worst, FREE BUFFET FOOD.

aiyo aiyo aiyo, and this just after me quoting to a friend, 'the route mens heart is thru his tummy'.

NATO

whhooo hooo..

i get my car cd player back today, finally i get some music in my ride.

eh, thats all i have to say today ah? oh wait, got...

yesterday i was in one of the worst meetings i've been to in my entire working life, i saw 4 top guns of the organization playing pin ball with one another with decisions, ending up back where we started in the first place. i dunno la, but if i was the top dawg around here, i'd be like, okay, you do this, you get me this, i want to see this, this, this and this. it was the greatest NATO (No Action Talk Only) show i've ever seen. in some ways i'd say this company needs an Anthony Manimaran, my former CEO, he was a one man show who not only knew how to talk, but he walked the walk as well. when he needed to be, he was directive and then sometimes he was participative.

sheeesshhh...