Mission Statement

I have a top level super critical mission of highest importance to accomplish this long weekend. The mission statement is as follow:

"To be sleeping beauty be sleeping handsome sleep like a pig in order to recharge myself in preparation to face the shits rigours of work with gusto and not to drown in shit be demoralised and dispirited by the recent change to ulu place of event."

Veli the important mission, so do not disturb my rest or I will bite you!

Sweat it baby, yea!

Wanted to post this yesterday, but I had a splitting headache and went to bed so early I think my parents would be proud.

After so many years of not using my equipment, I finally had a chance to do so yesterday, and the result was a very satisfied sweat-soaked-panting-like-old-man slacker. Such ecstasy, veli the syok!

Oh, I also ended up with a dirty hand, and minor muscle ache all over, but the pleasure was well worth it.

I will do it again and again. Yea baby, yea!

In case those dirty-minded people (yes, you!) are thinking of something else, I better spelled it out loud that I am talking about the badminton game yestedray.

My badminton racquet handle material has deteriorated after years of abandonment, I wouldn't be surprised if I found mushrooms growing on it. Good thing no mushrooms yet so I just ended up with a black and dirty hand, and no fungal infection. =P

It's good to exercise, I am so unfit.

Teaser?

Gripping the precious stone in his left hand, Lord Vomitlots raised his wand and strolled towards the helpless baby, the Killing Curse at the back of his lips, ready to be realeased as soon as he had a clear sight of his victim.

So intend was he on killing the son of James and Lily Potter he didn't notice the toy on the floor, as he chanted the Killing Curse he slipped on the toy and fell forward. He threw his left hand open to break the fall, in doing so he sent the heart-shaped stone hurling towards the baby.

Both the green flash of the Killing Curse and the heart-shaped stone struck the baby's forehead at the same time, the baby yelped in surprised and pain while Lord Vomitlots wailed in anguish and contorted in agony.

Baby Harly became the first person to survive the Killing Curse, though the heart-shape stone left a scar on his forehead. Lord Vomitlots was not seen since then, many believed The Boy Who Survived has somehow vanquished him.

Craptastic Day, episode 2

Normally, if you misjudged the space and hit the foldable side mirror of your car into something, it would just fold in with maybe some scratches on the surface.

However when you are damn suay (bad luck), this would happen instead...

...the side mirror would be intact, the indication light would be working, but the connecting plate of the side mirror to the door would snapped off leaving the side mirror dangling off the cable.

Suay!

Wonder what bad things are waiting for me tomorrow...

Craptastic Day

09/09/09 - craptastic day

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Official start date for working at ulu place.

So veli the depressing.

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Pissed off at the incompetency and irresponsibility of a dolt. Don't promise something you do not intend to fulfill, one of the things that really pisses me off.

I shall award you with my rarely used comment as a token of how pissed off I am, dolt:

"Fook off and stop wasting oxygen!"

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My plan of helium-induced chipmunk voice has fallen apart.

Not only did I not achieved what I set out to try, I broke my digital camera.

Long sad story, no telling here.

Sad. Sad. Sad.

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Said we will nurture and educate our son with love, and not with the cane.

Believing that we are decent parents who can teach our son by example, by doing the right things so he mimics and learns.

I caned him today after he refused to stop his act of destroying thing and hit me when I tried to stop him.

He was shocked, and ran to his mommy crying.

I felt lousy. Very.

I failed.

Not a Happy Bunny

The only way to not be frustrated by the incompetency, irresponsibility and idiocy of the others is to be a all-knowing, exhaustively-skilled, omnipotent superhuman and does everything oneself.

Too bad I am not a superhuman so I have to suffer the shits and frustrations.

Me is not a happy bunny lately. =(

Reality Check

Was struggling a bit with the title of this entry, trying to find a single word to form "___ versus Reality" that conveys the contrast between vision/dream/hope/wish and what actually happened/received in reality.

Anyway, since I couldn't think of a suitable word, I just went with "Reality Check".


(1) job & life
Dream
sizzling hot and tantalising cool thermal engineer who's glued to the workstation and does numerical simulation all day long like a geek. Deliver pretty pictures of temperature contour and have a simple stress-free life.

Reality
module engineer, integrator, fetch boy, glorified door opener, unsexy secretary, village idiot, oh, and thermal engineer. Cover mountain cover sea, simple life my arse!


(2) design & manufacture
Vision


Reality



(3) gun & roses
Hope
*pray* it's a girl, it's a girl, it's a girl...

Reality
doctor: "there, it's quite clear it's a boy."
wife: "two children is enough."
wallet: "no money for a third child."
me: "but... but... I REALLY want a daughter..." =(

Me sad.

Let's talk about the other's now.


(4) want & get
Wish
Royal Highness' slave: "what would you like for your birthday?"
His Royal Highness King Toddler Hsiang: "laptop."

Reality



(5) criteria & meh!
Dream
HoneyBee's criteria for partner: tall, handsome, fit, muscular, rich, charming, exciting...

Reality

kanasai!