will i am's delayed diary

LRT Blur Swiped from Battling Apathy . For those of you who have been following my posts, you would know that I have evolved from free-loading, goyang kaki, gaji buta employee to workaholic zombie. Oh, how I miss being a burden to my company, just sucking off its money and resources with parasitic contentment. Anyway, I've been consistently working 12-hour days and thus I normally take the train home at 9:00pm. One would think that at this hour, the stations would be less easy, but usually it's the other way round. Maybe this has to do with that fact that many KL-ites work ungodly hours or the low train frequency naturally causes a build-up. If you regularly take Star LRT, you would know that the trains heading out from Sentul Timur either go to Seri Petaling or Ampang. Hence, there are alternating trains. However, on one fateful day, two Ampang trains came back to back! -_-" Haha. Yes, I know, hardly Ripley's material, but it's exactly the point of my po

Stained T Swiped from williamnyk . Apollo was not working on Sunday, so he suggested a meet-up on Sunday. After church, I picked up KT and we had a little discussion on whether to drive or take the train to Bukit Bintang. It is the Malaysia Megasale after all and the idea of jamming at the Golden Triangle does not appeal to me at all. Her intuition was right, it wasn't jammed at all. KT is better than ITIS it seems. Will come in handy. But we did get a little confused after turning into Jalan Hang Tuah. Wanting to U-turn and park at BTS, we kind of ended up at a traffic detour at Jalan Imbi and was "ushered" into Starhill Gallery. A good "mistake", parking's cheaper than BTS by RM1. But I'm really pissed with their naming convention of Adorn, Idulge, Feast, etc. Trying too hard to be special. It's just plain stupid. We arrived earlier than expected, so we walked around Lot 10 a while while waiting for Apollo and Frankie to get out of the house and fo

Sky Cafe Beancurd Swiped from williamnyk . My throat and mouth is very sensitive. I would do anything in my power to keep my throat irritation-free and my oral mucosa ulcer-free. I watch my food intake and increase my fluid intake. Basically, I avoid all sorts of "heaty" foods. Yes, the sinfully-delicious fried stuff. I even avoid durians as more than 2 pieces will also give me a sore throat. And at the slightest hint of soreness, I will gargle with Bactidol or Propolis, drink honey, take herbal supplements or drink detox teas. As a result of my defensiveness, my body has a very low tolerance for these sin foods now. If the frying oil is oxidized from too much reuse, my body would react. If the food is too salty, my mouth and tongue would get rough and irritated. And so, on one faithful day, I went to Sky Cafe at SS2 with Apollo. We sat upstairs where most of the patrons were playing Monopoly, cards or Jenga. Quite a cozy place if not for the abundance of smokers. A

ermm tut tut us? :D:D gangster Swiped from sexyegor . Weekends are supposedly the time when we get some rest and recharge for the week ahead. But I find that my weekends are equally as draining as the weekdays. We cram whatever we could not perform during the week into the weekends-- me friends, perform chores, etc. Everything except rest and relaxation. Heh. As usual, mum went gallavanting again, this time to Penang, Ipoh and Taiping. She gets out more often than me. And she's 34 years my senior. Pathetic la aku . As usual, I worked last Saturday. Until about 5:00pm, I picked up my mei , KT to do her scalp treatment at my stylist's place. He still doesn't want to cut my hair! Another month of shagginess. Later, she followed me to a BEC gathering where I got all sorts of 3 8 comments from all the aunties and uncles that she's my girlfriend. We welcome Kai Ting to our BEC gathering tonight and hope that she will come again in the future. . Tough chance. After g

Day 217 :Mr. Deadline Swiped from la-Cour . I need to deliver by June 30th. Seems like everything's not done yet. The content isn't quite there. The presentation is still sloppy. A hundred and one integrations still not looked at. Requirements change as frequent as GTalk status messages do. My table's a mess of documents. My mind's a mess of problems. I really hope my team won't burn out. Two have already packed their bags. Sick of their jobs? Trying to escape the situation? I really hope I can deliver. I really hope I need not run away. My other counterpart in the other team had already handed in her resignation, but it was rejected. "Do you want more money?" "Perhaps if we move you to another department?" To her, it's all empty promises. The only release is by leaving. A change of scenery. Peace of mind. The other day, Mel made this remark, "Notice how much troubles we have in our lives ever since we started working?" . C

Shaky Red Handed 01 Swiped from BLANKartist . Since before the bak zhang festival, I had been ingesting the glutinous rice tetrahedra on quite a regular basis. Can you ingesting ingesting one at 8:00 in the morning? I'm sure the thought of it makes you feel zhai . But then, it's quite hard to resist the draw of fatty pork, black-eyed peas, chestnuts, salted egg yolks and mushrooms. To make it go down easier, I either have a refreshing cup of hot jasmine tea; or digestive pills ( the goodness of papaya seeds ); or coffee. And you know what? Coffee works the best. For some unknown reason, every time I drink coffee, I get really hungry. Like a black hole suddenly appeared in my tummy. A very hollowed out feeling. And when I get that way, my hands would start to shake. Shaky hands are quite a genetic thing in my family. My father had them. My sister too. And I have it. It's at its worst when I'm hungry. Try shovelling food into my mouth with a spoon and you can s

What is the problem of having worked at numerous project sites where the bulk of your teammates have left the company? Chaos. Pure and simple. When unfinished business and problems crop up, you get the call. And having current commitments and other immediate deadlines does contribute to the ugliness. Multiply me. I need clones. If possible, never stay around till the end of any project. To see it through, so to speak. Screw that. Liberate me. Things are bad enough that I find myself doubting myself, my career path. To leave. To dump the problem on someone else. I feel lonely and helpless in the matter. Sigh. I guess it is time to make my voice heard in the lofty boardrooms of the management. Before I go nuts. Save me.