Thursday, July 30, 2009

...naked truth...

...my good fren is getting married next month and he asked my team to help him with his mulitmedia stuffs. he also insisted to show this picture(sorry friend, i gotta post this picture up my blog; lucky you nobody reads my blog anyway but if anyone of you out there like the picture shoot'em in the comments). but i had to cover up some parts so that i wont get banned from blogspot. such an adorable baby. in 2 more weeks he will be getting married and the truth is, so hard to explain. and all you need is 2 months to plan your wedding for 500 people. but 3 months to get idc moving. he did it in half the time and this fella has truly amazing energy and spirit; literally. fulamak this fren really rawks the boat. wakakakz...

i had dinner with this fren last nite; again at the curve which makes it 3 consecutive days at the curve; officially spending rm6 for parking and rm6 for toll. we had a wonderful long chat; helping him here and there for the wedding preparation; getting friends to sing opening song, yadda-yadda-yadda and lots of phone calls and interesting discussions about other people. and coming out with the most amazing idea for 32idc. amazing again dnbl wud ask. and he will end up with KK LM CB amazing again. wakakaz. i will be there to make it happen. congratulations again my dear friend...

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

...plastics...

...it was quite a last minute arrangements actually. kevin asked me out for dinner and i said yes. since both of us have not been to the curve for the longest time, we suggested to make our presence there. initially it was all about cheapest food we can find. and most cost effective ones. then not long after that kevin said he has his claim approved and he will buy me dinner; anything also can. wakakaz. since money not so much of an issue. so suggest kao-kao expensive places. but ended up little penang munching on lobak and otak otak! which was okler. since kevin is buying dinner.

but seriously money not enough di. salary not out yet. soon i think. soon. or issit out di? shud be out le. so, my dinner date with kevin was like a bitching session; arent all our dinner session are bitching session. he has not heard me bitched about this plastic ball MCB turtle head for the longest time and he needed upates on this plastic ball MCB turtle head. wakakaz. so all our energy and mental thoughts are focused on this plastic ball MCB turtle head. once upon a time a fairy tale of a plasticball turtle who went fishing; hoping to get a big fish but ended having the need to make executive decision to overwrite others opinion; closing the space for interaction and narrowing down the need to use the constipated mind that has a diorrhea of the mouth MFCB shit. this piece of bitching agenda went on for few hours without any of us knowing the time.

haih. wtf man. ok. lets not waste any more time of plastic balls. it was great to catch up again. and it was wonderful chatting...

Saturday, July 25, 2009

...got a knife?...

...monday nite was a bad day. terrible feeling. all my energy sucked to the max. i wasnt in the mood to talk at all. all my energy are negatives. aaron asked me to ignore and move on. yea, i can but when the turtle head kept barking at you and making the diorrheatic sound farting from the mouth, i cannot tahan anymore. got a knife? i wanna chop off the blardy turtle head!...

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

...incredible india...

...incredibly hot india. picture taken from hotel window at 630pm...


...i never dream that i wud be going to india. i mean i wud love to visit my kai-yer; who is a scottish but reside in pune now but i never thought my job would land me in india. i was on a business trip; thats wht people call it le. but i prefer to call it work mar. was there to conduct a hr audit for a company in delhi. this work trip brought me to delhi. i flew off from klia with MH. and my gawd, 99.99percent are indians. every single angle i turn my head, i see a black face; literally. indians. not that i have something against indians, i mean mebbe, but everyone in the flight is indian. and the indira gandhi international aiport, KNN. i was stucked at the airport for almost 2 hours upon arrival. waited 90min to get my luggage back and when i got it, the wheel was broken. SMFCBAH you ar. i asked where should i complain. nobody cared; i guess they pretended dunno. haih. there goes the wheel on my bag. cheh india! nad yea, totally "incredible" and another 30min to get to the car, put the luggage in the car and go out from the carpark. yea, it was congested even in the small little carpark out in the open air of 40degrees at night. when people say india is hot. super hot. i didnt understand what super hot 45degrees mean and LM KNN the super hot is really hot. imagine a normal day in kl is already 30degrees, and india is like 45degrees. ya. my face got burnt. though i applied some spf godknowswhat before i left the hotel but LM the 45degrees really had a great burning effect on my face. shit MCB. i got tanned skin when i reached home. india is so LM hot.
...the bmw 7 series that send us to our clients office...
my hr audit lasted 3 days. only have like half a day of shopping and relaxation to be done before flying home. with no time to waste and luckily the hotel, LM talking about the hotel. dem yau yeng. as soon as i reached the hotel, this indian lady came up to me and wished me good evening and followed by my name. MCB how she knows my name. i guess staying in such high end hotel does have its great deal of benefit. i was staying in shangri la delhi. then she escorted me to my room, open my room door and she followed me in. wahseh, i was shocked cos never in my life i had the hotel staff opened the door for me and followed me into the room. and she pulled a chair and ask me to sit down. it was like KNS ha, what is going on. then she asked me to fill in my particulars in the registration check in form. then she ask me alot of questions here and there and asked me to sign here and there; not knowing what i am signing. but i guess its nothing much just the normal registration checkin procedures. this is what i call good service. and her name is pretti. wakakakz. ya, pretty!

...india gate...

so, back to my shopping spree. i used to tease ah loon about the huge dark longkangs in delhi compared to the ones back home. and we all use to laugh at ah loon for salivating at the smelly big dirty longkangs there in mumbai. and now i got to see the real humongous longkangs of indias. wakakaz. anyway, aside from longkangs, shopping under the blardy 45degrees isnt so fun. dem MCB. its fcukingly hot. didnt buy much things except for 3 shirts from a retail shop for my 3 sons; the shirts are really exquisite; knowing for the fact that indian cotton is top of the class and the design, indian style le.

45degrees have really taken a toll on me. as soon as i reached the hotel, i went and soak myself in the bathtub in cold water. wah. KNS dem melegakan man. rest a while then packed my stuffs and checked out from the hotel. since my flight is like midnite, and its only like 6pm. i had 2 more hours to spare so spent the last 2hours completing the transpyres slides and had milkshake and calamari with it in the hotel bar.

talking about food, indian food i love. the tandoori the curries the lassis wah seh dem nice man. and everyday during our meeting, we were served tea every hour. wah. those ppl there hor really NBTD. they will come in to the meeting room every hour to check on our tea and change for you; either that they will serve us coke. wakakkaz. drink coke during the super hot 45degrees summer of delhi will keep us all awake during the hot afternoons of delhi. nah, we didn capture our requirements in front of taj mahal. we were in the office but the aircond not cold also.

the few days in delhi was great. my first time to india and yea, i want to go back there again. i dont mind the 45degrees. i dont mind the hot weather. and i do enjoy my 4 days there. waking up and going to work at 11.30am malaysian time is not something we can do all the time. wakakaz. incredible india...

Thursday, July 16, 2009

...all things good...

...yesterday was bhante's birthday. had dinner with bhante. my first time munching with him and a short ninety minutes dinner was filled with so many things to talk about. amazing. bhante said he never knew i had such good "vocabulary" when it comes to writing. do i? hahaha. mostly learned knowledge!

sometimes i felt that i am quite blessed; my life is filled with so many challenges and so many exciting things happening and that is what keeps me going all these while. the challenges are great. the deal i got is wonderful. tiring? absolutely but exhilirating. life is really rewarding after all. have learnt alot especially from the three of them; which taught me some very valuable lessons in life. all things good. and i still owe someone some design flyers. darn. gotta get to work soon.

something positive ler today ya. wakakaz...

blogging @airport. totally nbtd.