Archive for May, 2006



07
May

::: happy birthday khien :::

Today is Khien, or rather preferred to be known as Elken (yeah, the Elken guy in this post), birthday. I have known him for far too many years. We were highschool mates and we had always contacted each other. Damn, it has been 15 years. How unlucky lucky is that?

Happy 29th Birthday, dude!

Damn, that is young.

*Admires the number of 29. Still not 30 yet…..*

Oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell you that everyone is anticipating your return from the States. Come back soon!

And don’t forget to bring back my stuff.

06
May

::: mission impossible 3 :::

On Thursday night, Maria and I went for M.I:III. Surprisingly, the theater wasn’t as crowded as I had imagined. Maybe most people hate Tom Cruise for flashing his million-dollar smile (I for one has already hated it) and the fuss about Katie Holmes. Or maybe people are saving few bucks for The Da Vinci Code because there is a price increase for a stupid flick like this! For whatever reason, it wasn’t very crowded and we had our fun time walking in leisurely.

The movie itself is a let-down. There’s no more fancy stunt (remember the MI2 style motorbike-stunt-spin-1020-degree-shooting-scene?) and the stylish gadgets (like the sunglass that explode after Tom Cruise throwing it away, with lots of style?). In this sequal, Tom Cruise is more down to earth and there’s no more impossible stunt. Hell, maybe his age is catching up with him so he can’t perform the fancy stunt anymore. Even the missions in this movie is not so impossible!

Oh! If you understand cantonese, you’ll notice that when the bad guy was in Vatican city, and Maggie Q was talking to him, the conversation was more like cursing and swearing game than a seductive and flirting conversation. Did I mentioned that you’ll hear Tom Cruise speaking Mandarin also?

It is a pretty draggy movie so you got to tolerate Tom Cruise’s bad acting with a very normal stunt. In the movie, the agents kept referring themselves to the organization of IMF. I was like thinking something more sophisticated, like Impossible Mother Fuckers. But at the end, only then we heard from the mouth of Tom Cruise that it means Impossible Mission Federation. What a disappointment!

Will I recommend it? Yeah! I will recommend it to those who has nothing better to do and wanted to waste few bucks to watch it. For those who has better things to do in life, its a definitely NO.

05
May

::: the one who is always right :::

There is this girl who works in the office next door that has constantly created a lot of hoo-haa around the office block, and nowadays I believe she is one of the most recognized person in the office are and also the most despise-like-a-rat person.

The problem with her is that she’s always right. When she comes to office at 1030am (by the way, the office hour is 8am sharp), so the guard asked her for I.D. or to sign-in as visitor. She got very angry, and put her hands on her hips and started barking very loud, until everyone in the lobby area surrounded the scene to see what went wrong. I was one of the unfortunate to witness the whole thing. She was shouting, pointing fingers, and scolding the guard what he meant by asking her to sign-in since she a staff here.

Oh come on. You come in at 1030am everyday and you expect people to know you are staff here? All of us think of you as a visitor only, including me.

After scolding the guard in front of everyone, she stomped to the security office and scolded everyone there. Again, I witnessed it because I had to submit something at the office next door.

And then, there was this one time that the maintenance contractor was doing something in front of the office, and she just jumped on that guy like a bulldog and scolded that maintenance guy for not changing the lightbulb. The poor dude asked her when did she request about the lightbulb and she barked back, “Half an hour ago!!!”

Poor dude.

Yesterday I had witnessed another incident in the carpark. She was tailgating another Wira (she’s driving a Wira herself) in the parking lot, and when the car in front stopped, engaged the reverse light, she tried to swirl around the car and found that the space was too narrow, so she stopped. Unfortunately, she was being too close to the car so when the car upfront reverse parked, the driver accidentally scratches her car.

Woah! You should have seen the way she opened the door, stood there with legs wide opened, hands on hips again, and started scolding like a mad bitch. Then the car behind me accumulated and there was a massive jam in the carpark building! But she won’t back-down even after everyone asked her to park the car aside and talk to the other driver so she won’t block the way.

When we all started to press our air-horn (I was the one who started it, actually) and blasted her out to space (how I wished), it was too noisy for any meaningful conversation, and she turned and shouted at all of us. Luckily we pressed the air-horn and couldn’t hear what she was saying. After that she slammed her car door and parked the car to the side. We zoomed past her and she sneered at us with her snake eyes.

Oh well, last I heard she won the debate and the other lady driver (which is a lousy driver herself) got to pay her the compensation. Damn, she’s good. She is always right.

04
May

::: is this really me? :::

Today Jason sent me an URL on MSN.

Check it out:

http://www.adrianbro.youaremighty.com/ [click here]

Damn, am I really that good?

04
May

::: unfair :::

I have a friend, let’s call her C. I have known C for close to 15 years, and we went to the same highschool, and we joined the same club. Nope, she wasn’t my highschool sweetheart or whatsoever. She is 2 years younger than me and she is like a sister to me. So naturally she called me “bro” or something like that.

I still remember vividly that after I went to the States 10 odd years ago, I got a call from a friend and that friend told me that C felt extremely ill. She couldn’t eat, couldn’t walk, and she was having pain everywhere in her body. She was having trouble tying her own shoe-strings and she couldn’t even walk down the stairs. After sending her to the General Hospital in KL, and the very best hospital in Singapore, all those dumbfuck doctors can’t even tell her parents what went wrong and what kind of disease she contracted. No answer at all. Their best guess is that she has joint-problems.

She took off from school for few weeks, but with her strong will, she stayed put even though it was draining her energy rather quickly. She even attended the SPM exam and scored 6A’s. I was really proud of her, and during this difficult time, I had known her parents rather well and her parents love me like their own son. I went to C’s place a few times and her parents made me the VIP, always treating me to nice restaurant, asking me to stay overnight and all that. When I first came back to Malaysia few years ago, her parents actually wanted to travel few hours to my place to meet up with me. Ah the good folks…

(Ok, some of you might think that its only 6A’s. Let’s put aside the fact that she was so ill that she couldn’t even sit up to study. The standards nowadays are like comparing who got the biggest dick. Those students are scoring 15A’s or 16A’s, and I can foresee that one day they will score 21A’s. But please be reasonable and realistic. The education standard has dropped so much so that all dickhead can score at least 1A or better. So what is 16A’s? Let’s not get into that…)

After highschool, and spending a few years struggling to regain her strength and with her own will, she managed to overcome the difficulties. She still has problems walking, and she has to decend the stairs sideway and a handrail is a must. She can’t sit too long because it will be very painful for her back, and she is always cheerful about things. But I do know that sometimes at night, she will cry quietly in her bedroom because it was really difficult for her to go on.

But go on she did. Despite her father’s strong objections, she moved to KL, found a job and worked really hard. She doesn’t want to feel cripple and she wants to be independent. Later on, she became an insurance agent and worked really hard. She managed to buy a new car, so you can imagine the difficulties that she went through.

After being so difficult for the past 10 years, and trying very hard to keep her chins up and be charmful, she has been hit again last week.

She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and she will need an operation next week. From what I know, her body is still very weak and it might be difficult for her to take this heavy load on her body, but she has no choice but to go through the operation to remove it. She is packing and getting ready for the operation next week.

She’s a happy lot, and she has been working very hard to live the life she wants. She tried very hard to be happy even though her whole body is aching all the time, and she went through crazy times because of her illness, she was having problems securing any jobs since those fucking employees discriminated her. (And she says, “Ah its ok. They just don’t know what they had just missed.”)

Yet, when her live is getting calm and steady, the bad news will always surface. Why is it that she has to suffer so much? Why is it being so unfair to her? She’s only at a tender age of 28, and yet she has to go through all the pain, all the difficulties.

Anyway, I am going to pack as well to visit her next week after her operation in Melaka.

Keep your head up, C. The unfairness will not defeat you. I will be at your side whenever you need me.

02
May

::: random :::

Here’s a random conversation on my MSN

Elken says: i got no old phone now at all.. not single one
ME says: ok la, give you my old phone
ME says: so old until no color, no polyphonic, no camera, no memory, and oh… no cover
ME says: got to find a cover
ME says: and I think my brother-in-law bought a Hello-Kitty cover
Elken says: hahaha
Elken says: Can use good already
ME says: Ya lor…

[NOTE] This guy, Elken, has nothing to do with the Multilevel Marketing company (or someone prefer to call it Direct Sales) Elken (Spirulina shit)

02
May

::: long weekend :::

I dread long weekend. I hate long weekend. I despise long weekend.

Reason? Simple. After a long weekend of nice vacation or rest, its work again and that is just so depressing. I had my long sleep, lots of rest, and even though I spent quite a substantial amount of time and energy to work on something, I still got my good rest and quality time with family. Then I thought to myself, “Ahhh… if this can last a bit longer….” SNAP! I am back to reality and before I knew it, today is time to work.

And work it is.

Early in the morning (8pm), there were customers calling me already regarding their deliveries. Thanks to some smart-ass who changed the system and insisted on the new system for “the sake of cost-saving”, I am now facing a lot of complaints from customers. For him, he can just change the system without first testing it in prototype, because he is not facing the customers. The proper way is to test the system thoroughly in prototype, and fine-tune the systems to work flawlessly before introducing it to the respective deparments.

No. He sat behind the desk, and “Ding!” (the lightbulb) he came up with a great idea. Next thing is he sent out an email to everyone, and viola! A new system is born.

After all these hoo-haa, complaints and lots of stress, I burned him with questions and asked him to face the customers, and guess what he said? He said, “Well, you have to educate your customer to better forecast their purchasing so they can give us orders in advance. In case of those emergencies order for their customers, they have to educate their customers in order to avoid this kind of delays.”

Great. I am talking to a complete idiot.

This system is a bastard child.

Hold. He’s not a complete idiot. Some parts are missing.




 

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