Fermented Milk

Stagnant blog becoming stale and sour after being abandoned for some time.

Well, the only update in life would be me getting a new job. Yea, I managed to smooth talk my way through the interviewers and secured a position in Hewlett Packard. Will start providing services in Ericsson, Cyberjaya starting next month. Got the job verbally a couple of days back, but the feeling didn't really sink in till I actually signed the papers.

Guess the plan of trying some other work line which is more long term failed where I fell for the short term temptation - higher pay. Somehow, my feeling towards this new job is kinda numb. Can't feel much enthusiasm nor motivation towards it. Need to gather my spirit together by February.

Woo hoo.

Drifting ... yet again

Days seem to be slipping by me pretty fast lately. Maybe it's because of my damn schedule. 12 hours sleep, 10 hours gaming and another 2 hours doing miscellaneous stuff and the day's over again. Urgh. My youth. Gone with the wind.

Lemme try to recall what happened during the last few days. Yea, I was intoxicated with shit for the past few days. Being high and light headed for too long made me hard to differentiate reality and fantasy. Not that it actually matter. At the moment, yesterday, today and tomorrow would just be like any other day. A sucky day.

What else? Oh, I learnt never to ignore my low fuel warning the hard way. My first hike in search of petrol for my car. And also to ignore a mosquito when it gets into my ear. The other day, this mosquito went into my ear and I shook so hard that my specs flew off the balcony and smashed one floor below.

Life. Hardly entertaining.

My own little world

Is ignorance bliss?

Or would is it better to face the harsh truth?

You tell me.

Moving

I hate moving. I dread moving. I really really hate moving.

Especially when you're moving your stuff from a 4 storey apartment to another 4 storey apartment. And it's even more ironic when the stuff to be moved belongs to a friend who is outstation and is too far to come back in time to move the stuff.

Well, guess I was doing a friend a favor and it wasn't really his fault for not being around to move his stuff. Our ever efficient project manager had to inform us that we had to move out on that very day before 7pm. And we worked till 530pm. And we had been bugging him about the keys weeks earlier so that we could move out. There was this time when we asked him if he's got the keys and he fucking asked us why.

Or should I vent my anger on the landlord who insisted that we moved out this very day, on the 30th of August, when tomorrow is still in the month of August. But according to him, tomorrow doesn't count, as tomorrow is a fucking public holiday.
That's something new to me. I'm so glad we thrashed his unit to hell.

My hands are now shaking. My legs are wobbly. And my back is aching.

I want a good nice massage to knock some senses back to my joints.

Oh, and a very happy birthday to myself.

Shit happens

I was in the gaming mood again recently and I had been trying hard to finish Resident Evil 4. Yea, I know I mentioned it months back and I have not finished it yet. And I mean it when I say that I had been trying hard. After getting my head chewed and ripped off by damn zombies countless times, I managed to reach quite a few save points and covered a good length of the game. It was tiring having to swear and scream throughout the game, but I'm glad I made through most of them. I was so glad.

Then it hit me where I least expected it. A poison arrow shot from my blind spot hit me in the nuts.

My save game was overwritten.

Overwritten by a file that showed total played time of 30 minutes.

All thanks to my n00b housemate who didn't know the meaning of overwrite.

My blood, sweat, tears and piss down the drain. The other latest safe games were at least 8 hours outdated.

Sniff sniff.

Guess I'll just have to replay again. Those zombies which I once slayed would be so glad to have a second chance to put a chainsaw through my neck.

Sigh ... n00bs.


"Thought you've seen the last of us huh~! Die BITCH~!!!"

Stressed

Was listening to the radio on the way to work and they were talking on the topic of stress. They were saying that being an compulsive spender is a symptom that one is under heavy stress.

I'm a compulsive spender. I buy shit I don't need. I buy stuff without thinking.

Well, now all the mystery on my spending habits are answered.

I'm stressed.

I'm one troubled kid.

Sad.

Dark Waters

Another 2 weeks before I gotta move out of the hostel and I really can't wait. The hostel now seems to be self destructing as a farewell sign to me. Yea, me. My other housemates somehow rather travel daily from PJ or Sentul.

I just came back from my break and I was greeted by a suprise when I entered the hostel. The lights were off and I was greeted by total darkness. I took my first step in and I stepped on a pile of water. I froze for a moment there. Blinded by the darkness, my hearing was my primary sense at that time. The only sound I could hear was the sound of water dripping and trickling down the stairs. Man, it just sent the shivers down my spine.

Somehow, I managed to switch on the lights and found the whole floor flooded with water. Water seemed to be dripping from the ceiling and it was a total mess.

I can't wait to move out.

Went to work and the next morning, I went back to hostel hoping to get a good rest. I placed my hand on the entrance door knob and this time, I was greeted by the sounds of gushing water. Wtf man. This time, it was no longer dripping. It was a fucking waterfall beating down the staircase.

Couldn't sleep. It felt like I was in a fucking rainforest.

I really can't wait to move out.

Spent my day at the cyber cafe and I'm now dying from insufficient sleep. Went back to hostel for a while to get a change of clothes and this time, the ceiling where the water poured from, had crashed down the stairs, and there was no power.

I'm fucking moving out tomorrow.


Urgh~!


Indoor wetlands


Utter disaster

I'm Back~!

I'm starting to enjoy working shift even more now. After swapping off days internally, I ended up with 7 days off. The good news is I get 7 days off. The bad news is I gotta slave my ass off for the remaining days of the month.

Seven blissful days of doing nothing. No computer, no TV. There was no temptations to touch them at all. Spent my days sleeping, reading and eating. It was blissful. I am totally recharged.

I am ready for life again.

I am back!

Lets see how long I can stay with this attitude before I am overwhelmed by depression, loneliness, boredom and anxiety.

Monday Morning

Monday morning.

My Monday morning was greeted by the pathetic sound of my soon-to-be ex-team lead/colleague.

"Shit~! There's only 2 of us here today. Kena Jackpot (meaning that we had a lot of cases that morning) ~! So early got so many already~!"

That practically spoiled my day. And I don't mean the heavy work load but the pathetic acting I had to witness on a Monday morning. All those dramatic attempt to potray his emotions when he never plan to lift a finger in the first place. Made my breakfast taste so stale.

Zero team play. All this gotta change once my soon-to-be ex-team lead becomes my ex-team lead.

Don't mind me.

Just a Monday morning rant. I'm cranky from insufficient sleep.

Windy down south

Being the slob I am, I'd always pile up my clothes till last minute before sending them to the laundry. This time I overdid the piling and sent a massive bag filled with all my clothes to the laundry.

Finally. Fresh new clothes. Fresh new shirts. Nice and clean pants. But where the fuck were all my underwears~!!!???? Yea, I do send my underwears to laundry as well. Went back to the laundry and they said denied stealing any of them. Couldn't argue much there I guess.

Sigh. One used underwear and a whole week ahead. I self proclaim that I was too busy to go get a new box of undies, despite fishing, fragging and hanging about the whole week. Had been alternating flipped in, fliped out undie and going bare underneath for a week already.

Tonight's agenda: Shopping.

Back to life

Blog left to rot again.


Had been an intoxicating week filled with gambling and liquour and inhaling second hand smoke. Was up in Genting for a weekend. Got shooed off from the casino for wearing sandals. Again. The last time, I got shooed off for wearing shorts. Bought a pair of nice leather shoes. Went in. Lost a pair of nice leather shoes. Damn. Went back to hotel room. Quenched my thirst with Hennessy and Vodka. Drank till I couldnt feel anything at all. Just remembered waking up to puke my guts out. Again, I vowed to never chug on alchohol again.


Back to work. Back to dragging myself out of bed every morning. Back to the day like any other day.


Back to life.


Damn.

Water looters

A colleague and I had been branded as water looters.

Well, was based at another office for a couple of weeks sometime last month where there was no water supply at all there. So, I didn't see the difference between taking a bottle of water per day and 7 bottles per week. The only difference maybe would be that taking 7 bottles of water at one time is a bit too damn obvious.

Maybe I should now change my blog name to GWL: Escapades of the great water looter...

Polluted

Help.

I really need professional help.

My mind has been tarnished way beyond hope and in a way, it is affecting my work over here.

Over here we have communicate a lot through phone and we usually have to inform of printer addresses and stuff. So, we usually use the standard alphabet codes to make it clear over the phone. The normal standard codes would be Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta to define A, B, C and D. You get my point.

The reason I'm writing all this shit is because I just came back from a case where I had to spell out E21TNV48.

"England-21-Tango-Norway- ..."

I stopped at V. I tried thinking of something that started with V.

Vagina,Vagina,Vagina,Vagina,Vagina,Vagina,Vagina,Vagina,Vagina...

My filthy mind was just flooded by that word. And there was no other word I could think of.

"England-21-Tango-Norway- V -48. Yes, the letter V."

Sigh.

Help.

My to-do list

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Pledge of a twenty three year old

Twenty three years old. Some say that we are still very young and have a long time ahead where we can decide our future. Somehow, time just seems to be flowing away second by second and all we can do is think ‘If only I’d … earlier….’

Just came back from a gathering with a couple of close buddies. It felt good meeting all of them after a while and we updated each other on the progress of life after graduation.

All the updates leaded to one summary – Life sucks.

Overworked, meaningless work, low pay, no social life, repetitive routine, underperformance, politics and work pressure are just a pinch of our complains of life.

Got me wondering on the meaning of life again. Where are our dreams to pursue? What is the definition of happiness? What are our plans to get out of the rat race and not live a meaningless life complaining about life and hoping for a promotion or increment that we might not even get?

Everyday at work, we complain about the same old thing. We complain about the government, our management, the rise of petrol price, how our bosses do not appreciate us, or why our fellow colleague gets a higher pay than us. Guess we are just being typical humans after all. NATO – No Action Talk Only. All we do is feel suppressed, exploited, and get pushed around but most of us just suck it up and complain without doing anything about it.

As for me, I wonder how many times have this topic crossed my mind. How many times have I thought of doing something to improve my life but I have always had the ‘I will do it tomorrow’ attitude. Yea, about 268 tomorrows already passed and I still think that I’ll do it tomorrow. And tomorrow is just another day, where I’ll be thinking of how nice it’d be if it was still the weekend. It is time to change. It is time to take a step forward and do something to change my life into something meaningful. It’s time to make tomorrow a day we look forward to with such excitement and enthusiasm. It is time for actions and not just empty talk.

This post will mark the day of my burning spirit and remind me to strive forward and not just slump behind.

Screams a war cry and goes back to bed.

Down the slumps

Gurugurumaru~!

I just hate it when a song gets stuck in my head and I just can’t get it out of my head no matter how hard I try. And this time it had to be this cute repetitive song from School Rumble.

My back aches from too much sleep. Now that I’ve overslept, it still doesn’t give me the satisfaction I thought it’d give me. For the whole week, or rather for months, I had been considering for taking an MC every night thinking how nice it’d be to be able to sleep without subconsciously waiting for the alarm to ring only to hit it back to snooze mode.

Gurugurumaru~~!

In a blink of an eye, the month of May is gone. Well, it’s probably coz I slept through my two weeks of midnight shift and time really just flows by, being taken for granted as usual. Had been in the laziest mode of all time where nothing matters at all. All I wanted to do was to get back to my room and laze about.

Finally woke up today realizing that I had been happily letting life seep by again. Guess it’s time to do something meaningful again. Gurugurumaru~~~! Fuck this song by Scramble. Now it’s pissing me off. Where was I … Oh, the same usual spirit that is awaken every few months but dies down in a week or so.

Well, realizing that I’ve been wasting my life would be a good first step.

Now for the second step …

Or maybe I’ll think about it after finishing Resident Evil.

Barrier of languages...

Was having dinner with my indian colleagues last night. For the first half an hour, they only communicated in Tamil and I was bored to death. Really wonder what's the reason of eating together when I was being ignored and isolated totally. Well, it wasnt the first time, but this was the first time I gave some thought to it. Too bad, my tamil vocabulary was only limited to:

ung-ga ta-ta kun-ji ka-ru-pe
Your grandfather's dick is black.

ung-ga pa kun-ji ka-ru-pe
Your father's dick is black.

ung-ga pa-ti pundek ka-ru-pe
Your grandma's pussy is black.



So, as you can see, my tamil vocabulary rendered totally useless when it comes to a daily conversation.

Moral of the story: When you learn a language, learn something more practical.

Everything back to the it used to be

Alright, I'm back online. Basically, the account which we used to access the proxy got revoked because they say that too many people were using it. Small issue I guess. Happily surfing now using the account of another department.

And webmails are no longer blocked by websense.

Good shit.

Now I can go back to checking my junk mails.

Perfect ... just like the good old days.

K.O

The password which we used to access the web and instant messengers here has been revoked. Which means that I can no longer surf nor chat. Luckily, one of my friends from another department saved his password on the IE here, thus enabling me to surf a little using IE. Urgh. I so hate IE.

Anyway, the biggest blow just occured a couple of minutes ago where they finally decided to block all web-based emails such as Yahoo!Mail, Gmail and Hotmail. OMFG~!! Life without email??? They just took away the best privilege of the job. Chatting and mailing.



This is soooo fucked up.

Time to look for another job.

Damn.


ps- Lobak, now I think the proxy avoidance thing can really sell. I'll buy it myself from you. Haha

Imsonia freak~!

I just cant sleep nowadays. I may lie in bed for hours but somehow, the mind just wont synchronize with my tired body. The worst feeling of all. It had been days now and I get about 4 hours of sleep per day. Would then spend the day with a splitting head and nauseus feeling. What the hell is happening to me???

Anyone out there have any remedies for imsonia? Was considering loading up a Desert Eagle with tranquilizer and shooting myself in the ass already.