will i am's delayed diary

Day three of the walkthrough at the Tower. My boss is talking like a madman. Simply talk, simply promise. Big drops of sweat bead my forehead. -_-".

As we get older, the things that we used to like, the food we used to crave, the tv shows we used to not miss seem to lose their lustre, lose their appeal. I remember KFC to be the most heavenly smell around. Id be happy just standing outside their kitchen exhaust fan. But now, it doesn't quite compare. Have I changed, or has KFC changed? Another example would be my ex-love affair with the night market. It used to be for me an interesting spectacle, the mingle of people and food. Now the crowds turn me off. The food on sale fail to excite. A headache ensues, my eyes water and I'm out of there. Well, I guess we all change and everything around us does too. Cherish the memory. Nothing can beat it. Do not attempt to recreate them. Leave them be. Hold them dear. Cherish the memories.

Greetings from the Tower. Second day of requirements gathering session and it isnt pretty. Too much backtracking, going off topic, harping on irrelevant issues, talking too far ahead and plain confusion over what is needed. Im lovin it. Every minute of it. Drives me up the wall. Driver imaginary hot nails into my skull. Too many cooks spoil the soup. Too many meetings spoil the mind. And Niel and DanielH, thanks for the concern- Im not on crack. Really.

A journey that knows no destination. My feet are already on the path. I stumble along the way. I am lost. I lose myself. Given up hope on the damp earth. My fists pound the earth in futile desperation. Even my tears have lost its salt. A hand draws me up. I look up to meet the strangers gaze... No, it is a familiar face, it is a familiar face.

Can you guys believe it. OMG, OMG. I can't breathe. It's so unbelievable. So surreal- I actually met Arwen on the LRT! You know, Aragon's wife! I'm sure it was her. She had the Evenstar on. She may have let her body go a little but I'm sure thats just a side effect of Elronds ire- she did disobey him and marry some scruffy mortal ranger-king. Yes, Im losing my mind. But fret not, Im supposed to be getting my net access REAL soon.

Oh my, I'm still blogging from the Tower of Solitude. sorry i can't write a long post or any of my usual fluff, so i'll just blab a bit about my day or just until my thumbs get tired from typing on the phone. the day started off bad with production problems at one site. two migrations were performed and both ended with rollbacks. if it were to fail again, they'd have my balls. so i had to make an appearance and miss a chance to have lunch with some coursemates and an "ex" cum psycho. Solved at three, but had to face the music at the Tower. problems. problems. requirements keep changing and i wonder why i'm always in the dark about it. sigh. rework. ugh. i hate that word. Thanks to all who have been visiting "religiously, but did not leave any offerings". For those who did, at least i can return the favour and "worship at your altar". am i making sense? pengz...

A message from the Tower of Solitude. I was recently assigned to a new project site somewhere behind Central Market and the place isn't pretty. No water. No internet. So deprived- I'm blogging from my phone. Sigh. I shall let down my hair from the 25th floor and let the technician climb up to install a wireless router...