pretty faces in a happy talk

i feel good. they brought a guitar to the office. my car is fixed and i'm listening to muse. i can feel the adrenaline rush in my body synchronizes with "plug in baby". there are only three of us in the office. and that's why i feel good.

i've been suffering from weeks of bad cough. haven't fully recovered yet. and the syrup tastes like shit, if you must know. (sarsaparilla flavour my ass!).

had a meeting yesterday. me and a colleague will be sent to sarawak in the near future to meet someone from sarawak tourism board. "is there a possibility that this trip be postponed to july?", i asked. they said no with a capital N.

TUE 07-04-17 2.30pm

as at 2.32pm today.

one of the decisions derived from yesterday's meeting was not to extend this fella's promo. so when i met him this morning, he started to bombard me with all the scheduled weekend's activities which was never mentioned earlier. trying to remain as calm as possible as usual, i said with a smile that this one must acquire a written permission from me GM. sorry man, i can't help you this time.

right after this appointment, met with another tenant who just came back from dubai. he presented me with a key-chain and a long tale from the middle east. from one story to another, we finally called it a day. only after nearly two hours. thanks man! (for the key-chain only).

it is surfacing at last. i'll be on leave for seven days. one whole week with no plans. nothing. nada. KL? Batam? Singapore? i'm calling a meeting this afternoon.

yesterday, today and tomorrow

yesterday.

had a meeting with our top echelons. with nothing much to report. i succeeded to manipulate the whole situation into discussing about our new project. phew! the plate is getting full and there's just too many things to get done.

today.

GM went to KL this morning. the first thing i did was applying for my leave for our pangkor's trip. HOD out for an appointment. everyone in the office had to suffer the consequences as my mp3 player is playing deftones and old metallica stuffs. our neighbours must be cursing us by now. that's how loud the volume is.

tomorrow.

what am i going to do tomorrow? i shall think about it today. but now, i'm going out. moonlighting.

classics and antiquities

upon seeing dave's latest entry about his achievement on the consumption of the player, i said "damn lucky!". i saw one a few months ago, HMV player selling for RM 600.00 which i thought was quite expensive at that time. seeking advise from self-proclaimed consultants, they told me that i could get those stuffs at a much cheaper price in jonker street of malacca. less than a week, the beauty was bought by someone!

damn!

i'm currently looking for "seterika ayam" made of brass (they're selling it for RM 350.00 here). also, if you happen to see things like;
1. old singer hand-operated sewing machine + wooden box.
2. aquarium-like tv. (yo jas, can you actually get it for me?).
3. old wooden trunk (big enough to hide a girl on a risque rendezvous).
4. old bird cage (the one full of ethnic carvings).
5. old furniture

*to mr david, don't you worry about the cargo fee. i'll bear the cost.hehe.

david is here >>>http://nobleconjecture.blogspot.com/

be selfish to be yourself

i fell asleep whilst watching "my name is earl" last nite. starving like a poor somalian, i went out to grab some munchies. there i met with a group of aged folks doing a reminiscence of the good old days. and so i sat there listening with very much interest in the subject matter. these are typical fellas who can really spend hours and hours of small talk over a single cup of coffee.

i heard someone said about his glorious days as a lorry driver. exchanging punches, boozes, weed and girls was an essential part of their daily diet. days when you can actually buy something weighing more than your balls with a 5-cent-coin.

retrospectively-speaking, back in 1997 or 98, u can still find an x-rated movie screening in a local cinema. the foul-smelling dirty seats was never an issue. it can never hinder the temptations. and the most disgusting thing is, if you look real hard, you'll get the glimpse of the whitish secretion of the male reproductive organ on the floor. no big deal. 90% of the patrons were intoxicated to notice that.

those were the days. people are becoming more civilized these days.
they do it in the toilet stalls.

so that weird thing is also an aphrodisiac?

well spent

it was an easter weekend. stretched until monday for it was the birthday of sultan of johore, as well as mine...:) i did nothing except frequented the level 5 of city square running my own movie marathon for three consecutive days.

first it was, the reaping.
we were thinking that being amongst the first to watch "jangan pandang belakang" would be the coolest thing to do that day. unfortunately, we couldn't get not even a decent seat. first three front rows are for wussies, therefore we decided to watch the reaping instead. b-list movie.

then, jangan pandang belakang.
the only malay horror movie in, perhaps, 3 years. i've nothing against malay movie production but they will always end up with too many loose ends and WTF moments. this one was quite ok though.

after that, teenage mutant ninja turtles.
i failed to read the fact that it was an animated movie. also, the fact that there's no shredder is inevitably frustrating. man, TMNT with no shredder is like going out on a first date, not wearing anything underneath. you thought "it's ok", but no it is not ok....haha...

i spent my birthday playing pool and on that day itself, went for a seafood dinner.
there are too many things to share and too many things to hide. i'm officially 26 and still, i didn't find it alarming to settle down and start having a family of my own. don't they think it is considerably early to have such a commitment?

i have ideals. i have secrets. i have principles. and i also believe in divine intervention.

and the rest is history.