Yo!

Wifey bought a yo-yo for His Royal Highness King Hsiang, who couldn't wait to get it out of its wrapping while in the car.

Only to find that there simply isn't enough space for him to try out his new toy, and the following conversation occured:

Boy: *exasperated* mommi, there's not enough space to yo!

*wifey laughed out loud*

Dad: Not enough space to play yo-yo, Hsiang, not not enough space to yo.

Mom: Hsiang Hsiang, you cannot just make up a word.

Boy: Oh, okay.

Yes indeed, I am back

The warmth of my wifey.

The laughters and noises of my sons.

The comfort of my bed.

The variety of delicious food.

The snail speed "broadband" internet.

The rude and idiotic drivers.

The compulsory "free" wake up call from the mosques.

Aaahh, yes indeed, I am back in Malaysia.

Where's my t-shirt?

Arrived home Saturday evening. Home sweet home.

Pretty much slept the whole Sunday away.

By the way, where's my I barely survived the 36 hours flight marathon t-shirt?

Multibillion company, yet the employees can't even get on business class on their business trips. I wouldn't mind the short flights, but seriously, give us a break with flights more than 6 hours. Or at the very least, let us get on direct flights instead of multiple hops and transits.

Do our work hours worth so little that the 10+ hours wasted on the multiple transits matter none?

Bah! Gimme my t-shirt and please don't send me on business trip for a long while!



On a totally unrelated note, found out about this ground-breaking, earthshaking, deeply impactful news today:

McDonald's has landed in ulu place!

Oh. My. Goodness.

Does this mean ulu place is no longer ulu?

This change has profound consequences and should be hotly debated over a Value Meal or Happy Meal. Rather this than the joke and often shame that is our politics.

Word.

Home Going

Just one more night. Tomorrow, I will be on my way home.

My long way home.

You know, just four flights spanning over 32 hours.

Okay, make that my loooooong way home. =\

21:20 hours of that 32 will be in flight, 10:40 hours of it in transit.

And that's not including the time it takes to get to the airport, the waiting time before the first flight, the immigration and luggage waiting time after final arrival, and the time it takes to get home from the airport.

I don't know about you, but this is probably the number one reason why I hate travelling.

On top of that we have the motion sickness, jet lag, cracked lips and dry skin...

Good grief I hate travelling! >_<

Really, I just want to go home.

Can someone invent teleportation already?

想家

想念我的妻子
想念我的孩子们
想念我的床
我想要回家

My Time is Not Mine

Slacker month is over. =(

Ironically I was darn busy in slacker month so it's a good thing I only write 4 entries in November. Else I would have been posting crappier than usual rubbish instead of high quality rubbish, hehe. =P

Initially I intended to write a good length entry about my business trip so far today but thanks to my shopaholic colleague who has to shop everyday, it's already 22:30 hours by the time I got back to hotel room and took my shower. =\

Despite directly expressing my wish to get back to hotel room as soon as possible after dinner since I have much work to do, we still ended up getting back to the hotel near 22:00 hours.

Bugger.

Not everyone has nothing to do and just want to get back to hotel and go straight to bed one you know?

Dammit for cost saving car-pool, I can no longer take charge of my own time.

What a cheap company, bollocks.

*Grumble grumble grumble...*

Oh well, nothing beats starting a new month with a rant. =P




Nope, I didn't blog while working, slacker extraordinaire has principle one! It's not office hours this side of the globe, in fact, I am going to sleep now. ^_^

我们的选择

六年前
海边
家人朋友见证下
你选择了我*
我选择了你**
我们一起走过那红地毯

谢谢你老婆仔
结婚六周年快乐！



* 让那些高大威猛的俊男们错愕不解
** 哇，拾到宝！