Life as engineer sucks

Wake up late again (as usual, I where got early one) - clock in 9 minutes late for work (same old excuses, congested hours sure traffic jam) - stuck with Microsoft Outlook and clearing those spam mail and reading e-mail (keep on receiving spam mail asking me to purchase fake branded watches, enlarge another 2 inches ~you should know what {as if I need it, I aren't male ok}, pray hard to God don't have any e-mails load me with work) - Times up for daily status meeting - listen to manager's old grandfather stories till I miss my breakfast hour (I HATE IT!!, luckily he will be on MC tomorrow, Congrats on his swollen toe, please rest at home for the following week okay? =P) - back to my desk and start replying e-mail, surf internet while update some paper work related to some lousy audit action item closure (somemore munching the kaya bread and tea tarik in office while cursing in my heart for "telan" my breakfast time) - AFTER LUNCH - attended weekly meeting (nonsence la... and a waste of tai keh's time, must do show in front of manager every week, so sien of it. Of course publish those good performance, else will get my own ass sapu belacan) - another HR training session (damn it, I nearly forgot, thought can go for tea break, Cheh!) - AFTER BREAK - wait for clock to strike 6.10pm la (Whatelse, of course wait for the time to cabut la, what for stay so long.. Siao meh!)
So you think my life is fun? Not exactly like what you imagine. Life actually sucks. Doing repeated job every day and find ways to escape from lotsa Action Item. Yucks! Conclusion, life as an engineer sucks!

Extract from Shereen's email. (Thanks Shereen~!)

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.This was the scene ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one months time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young anymore. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him,seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy. I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her,Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious. She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.

To all TARC classmate graduated year 2005 sekalian,

Heard that there will be a gathering for all AEL student graduated in year 2005. Just to explain more incase you forget. AEL means Advanced Diploma in Electronic Engineering (KL TARC). Hehehe... Just contact the email as stated below for Yunise. Anyway so sorry to say most probably I can't make it but I will try my very best. Enjoy yourself! =P

Just back from Maxis event about an hour ago, this is the first time I am reaching home that early about 1.40am. Stuck in Glo for 4 nights, imagine that the same old location and met all my old friends such as Jay Jay, Soo Nee, Andy Tai, Kelly and etc... (a little paiseh ler... people go there to club, and I go there to work). Tonight the time pass real fast, maybe cause I had enough sleep the whole day long, replace the time when I lack of sleep from Wed night till Friday night. Oh yea, Thanks to Joe for the treat from Starbucks Ice Blended Mocha yesterday and now I am so addicted to it. Keep on thinking of Mocha, Mocha, Mocha... Joe is a easy going and Siamese- look guy and he gets irritated when I tease him with another gal with Siamese- look. Start to feel regret for giving my mobile contact number to somebody, I keep on getting mid-nite SMS; "Kk good night n sweet dreams n 1more thing remember to think about me hehe just kidding" Yea, if think of you then that will be joke of the year. Argh!! I hate ppl disturb me while I am cracking my head on what to blog next. Currently I really got no idea on what to blog. Let me blog on my MSN messenger:- Feel so uneasy when see his (he doesn't allow me to publish his name, but if you are smart enough, you will know who is he from the pic) ghost picture on MSN. Real scary ler and he is so proud of it. He commented this on MSN:

Reyes says:put it as 'the scariest pic i've ever seen'

Everybody please feel free to comment this picture! What my personal comment is this picture look more like 'pak chi chai'. Am I right?

Well, really don't know what else to blog. Continue some other time... Cheers~!

Latest update from MSN:

Reyes says:diao lo

Reyes says:summo got my name

Reyes says:WEIIIIII

Reyes says:TAKE AWAY LA

Reyes says:at least dun put my name

Reyes says:summo not pak chi .. is scarie

ρυι κωαη says:hehehe

ρυι κωαη says:nobody knows who is XXXX XXX (owner of the picture as above request to remain anonymous)

ρυι κωαη says:dont worry

Reyes says:@#&@$

Reyes says:soon they noe adi

Reyes says:the pak chi chai ma

Reyes says:take away arr ... wuwuwuwww

Reyes says: kik sim

When you read this, yea... this moment onwards, I won't be able to online from every Wednesday night till every Saturday night. Sad to say cause I am attached to another event job on Maxis 4 nights/week from 8pm till 1am. This will be a long term event job, might be about for months, provided I had the stamina to survive! =P So folks, Don't miss me out there (I know you won't, but at least give face ler.. *shy look*). Just a little worry that I will look like an owl or panda or watsoever... due to lack of sleep at night, with those dark eye circle around my eyes. The moment I enjoy the most is I get to know new friends; Paces, Andrew Foo and Jin. There are nice, friendly and joyful person. =P Never know that Andrew Foo is my junior high schoolmate's boyfriend. The world is so small yet so tiny. Gotta stop "curi tulang" and revert to my work, else that Martin (newly hired manager) will nag non stop (bla.. bla.. bla... and it just goes on). Anyway, thanks for dropping by and spent a few minutes or two here. Cheers~

Today is a real bad day, pretty tired and sleepy too. I went to the so called Carlsberg training. Kononnya training, first of all the event management team sucks. After going through two rounds of interview, thought this training lesson will be full of pretty and hot chicks, but once I place my first step into the ballroom, "Oh Gosh. What the heck.. Is this their requirement after several rounds of interview and screening?" Some ladies are with boyish hairstyle, some just look exactly after graduated high school and the worst is some looks like those Ah Tu Ah Kao... Oops, Shall I say Ah Lian Ah Hua to be exact? Nevermind, thought to be patience for once and see what will happen next. Make-up lesson~ Imagine make-up class in the ballroom with about 20 guys with 40 eyes looking at us (as of we don't know how to do so, like kindy teacher teaching those kiddos painting class). Next dreadful moment is the uniform.. looks like those balance cloth from the window curtain or floor map. Green and stretchable ones that can trace your whole body figure out liddat~ Yuckz.. Feel so shy to wear it, the uniform exactly like those aunties promoting long term Carlsberg at kopitiam. The briefing started by telling those old long tales about Carlsberg... z..z..z.. Okay, i admit i did not pay attention. The location they arrange for the work will be at kopitiam and tiao hua place (What the heck is tiao hua? Jolynn explained is the stage show at the roadside where hamsup uncle buy flower and clip with money and place it around those stage-singer's neck) Damn it,work yourself lah. Without any delay, the next plan is to call the recruitment centre for Maxis programme straight away. Luckily I still manage to join the upcoming Maxis training. Now the final moment had reached, time to divide those girls into groups. I manage to team up with Jolynn to be base in Penang, but the shitty thing is there is too many supervisors from Penang, therefore they had to challenge each another by drinking 1 damn big bottle of Carlsberg. The first four that manage to finish up the whole bottle will be base in Penang. What the f^ck, now you only need drivers, not kaki mabuk. This isn't fair. The looks on Eddy's face is so pitiful, he tried to drink but I know he could not take it anymore. Without hesitation I told him " Stop drinking, let's go." With the damn pissed off TL feeling, we quickly change into our own clothes and told them "Sorry. I really can't work, the way your staff treated us are like animal and isn't like human especially the guy name M*****" It really comes up to the extend of non-professional, low class and no standard event. Save it up and ask your own girlfriend or wife or mum or what-so-ever to work this kinda job. If everything goes on smoothly from Maxis job, I will immediately start working on Wednesday. That will be great isn't it? Anyway I aren't waiting the part-time salary to feed me. The only positive point on this training today is I get to meet lotsa new friends such as Fion, Joanne, "Rubber", Chris, Kelly and many more.. Of course we exchange mobile number incase next time we do have any Kang Taos, we can recommend to each another. =) This is great, isn't it ? Overall just spoilt by the Carlsberg training programme. I really enjoy the moment when I say " I Quit". Think of it make me feel so relief, like putting down a big and heavy burden on my back. Sure I will had a great sleep tonight. =)

06' Aug 24 (backdate)

Monkeys graduated from Class of Y2K, CGL 5 Sc.2 meet up once again after a minimum of 5 - 6 years ever since grad from high school. Finally we made an arrangement for the gossiping session at Segafredo, Upper Penang Road 8.45pm on Aug 24. The lady in blue is Yin Yin Q; my best ever buddy, the one in orange is Dawn; the popular chick ever since from high school, Juliana is the one in grey; the most outgoing student in CGL and Carolyn; the one in black A.K.A lawyer. We started off with placing order on drink and food, then the important conversation begun. Just got to know some high school friends already married, some even had kid (Wow!) and some b*tches still the same ~hiao hiao flirting around~ (If you are there, you should know who I mean). The only changes on us that I noticed are: we know-how to behave and all are professional in various kind of field; not likely the old school time, just like those orang utans escape from the zoo, screaming with loud tones in the class, sleep during lessons and play prank on teachers. The funniest thing of all is when we add up 5 of us on our Additional Math results, we can get 100% (Imagine averagely each of us getting 20%, but actually is lesser than that as Yin Yin use to score as one of the highest in our class; talk about it makes me paiseh~ =P) . Those were the old school time that I really miss a lot *Sobb*

Thanks for dropping by. Today is just another ordinary Saturday and I'd spent the whole day long at home setting up this blog. Finally, I am done and this will be my first post after all. Well, I'm gonna get my butt out of this chair and arrange some programme for tonight. How can I spend the whole Saturday facing the laptop, and fungus already starts to grow on my head~ just like those expired Gardenia Bread! I'm munching some M & Ms that I bought last week from Bkt Kayu Hitam while cracking my head on what shall I type for the next line. Crazy ideas comes up to my mind of driving to Thailand just for the sake of shopping. :P Well, catch up some other time as I am so lazy to think and type right now...