Time to call it a day...

"It is time to move on, anyway" i mumbled to myself while signing off the resignation letter. After two years, i have decided to call it a day.

I guess i have made the right decision, without any influence by stress, people, works or for whatever reason.

I am 28 this year, and i think a career change might not be a bad thing after all. I have lots of memories in here, be it good or bad, it has definitely help in nurturing me to be a better person.

It is not a bad place to work though. Great bunch of colleagues, nice environment, superb benefits, not to mentioned you have some tea ladies who would serve you without fail every single day. You want coffee, they bring coffee, you wan coke, they will bring you coke. You want liquor, they bring a broomstick and shove it up your ar**.

So, i can't say the company is treating us badly right?

Some people told me, when you die, each and every moment of your life will whizzed by one by one infront of your eyes the second before you have your last breath.

In my case, when i sign off the letter, those moments like the 1st day i got interviewed, got appointed, delivered my first project, getting a congratulatory pat on my back, a blunder made, getting scrw*d, happy and moody customer, Indian and non-indian clientele, slamming a door against a colleague, living on a ship, walking till wee hours in the morning in the office is all coming back to me now.

It is the kind of experience that i would cherished forever i guess.

And it has definitely has helped me grow up as a person.

Good bye to my colleagues, and see you guys around.

I wish you guys nothing but only the best in your future.

Ci vediamo,

This will remained as memories in another 3 months time...

SIME DARBY INDUSTRIAL SDN. BHD.
WONG HUNG YEW
SENIOR ENGINEER - PROJECTS
POWER SYSTEMS DIVISION

My signature.

A "She"..

Do you still remember the feeling knowing that someone is actually admiring you from a distance?

Couple of years ago, a girl wrote a post sounded like this:
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"It was always about 6pm, when he will walked pass.

我会看着他的背影, 轻轻的哼唱这首歌.....

再见吧 我的王子守护爱情 的样子让回忆纪念

最初感动的真实满口永远的孩子

慢慢懂事用眼泪灌溉

会幸福的种子..."
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Well, i think i would not want to go into details of why things didn't work out at that time.
Or try to make it simpler. I was still young and naive at that time.

She is very sweet, and very daring person too. With her size, you would never has guess some of the crazy things she did in her past.

And she has this capability of making it as the first Malaysian woman to be a rally driver. Judging from the way she drove with a passenger on board.

Well, we are still friends now. For some reason, we would cross our path in the same month in every year, with no planning in advanced.

And next year? Well, lets see. For some reason also, i think may be not.

Just....Nonsense

To date, i don't really 'label' myself as a blogger just yet. I am just a simple guy who love writing nonsense during his free time. And I love nonsense.

My english is broken, my photoshop sucks (or so the reader says), posses a really dry sense of humour, and did not posses a pair of ball as big enough as Raja Petra to scr*w the government from his blog.

I guess, the idea of being jailed over one stupid article about the government can be summarized in one word--- "plain stupidity."

I used to read some of the celebrity bloggers's blogs during my free time too.

Xiaxue...



whose pinky & colourful theme blog has always causing migrain to myself.

Kenny Sia...

who, i would say, once a really excellent blogger until when he got so busy with his fitness center and does not really have the time to spare anymore for his blog.

and of course, Dawn Yang...


the hottie from Singaporean, where i guess most of the male readers would prefer to see her "much revealing" party photos which "influence" their male-hormone and testicl*s rather than her articles.

(Argument: Pictures paint more than a thousand words anyway.)

So, in order to get famous/successful, only 2 things applied.

Either you are a very smart guy, or bet you a*** of that you are as hot as Dawn Yang.

If you have none of the above, try go ahead and screw the government.

Time for dinner, have to pack my things. Ya, i know, this article mean nothing.

Eh, did i mention that i am just a simple guy who love writing nonsense?

Good Job Opportunity - Doing something what you love...

Imagine this scenario:

You are in the office updating the facebook status/account and replying/liking some of the postings others. All of a sudden, your big boss came to your desk, looking into your computer screen and says: "Good job, keep it up. Remember to log out when you are done."

Now, in your mind you may ask "where on earth you can get this kind of good boss one??"

This is happening. CIMB is finding someone to maintain their facebook page!

I almost choked on my morning "wan tan mee" reading that on "The Sun" this morning.

Check it out at www.facebook.com/cimb for more details.

Excellent job opportunity. Doing something what you love and earn money at the same time.

But i guess the down point is you can't flirt with other chicks through CIMB facebook isn't it?

From Duck King with love

Yesterday, right after work, me and my close buddy, Jo decided to meet up for a quick dinner before going home.

We decided to try out this "Duck King" restaurant in Bandar Puteri Puchong, which, apparently does not sell duck meat. (Out of stock).

The food was ok, and we have a quiet conversation for a while and suddenly i have this urge of pee-ing.
The next thing i knew, i was taking this photo using my phone while happily pee-ing away.



I supposed this is one of the "unique" way to teach others how to "appreciate" or "love" the toilet bowl.

Treat it with "tenderness" and "love".

Did i treat it with love and tenderness? Yes, i supposed. I did not break/stuff it anyway.

Did i kiss and hug the toilet bowl before i go?

Hell No.

But for all i know, as ridiculous as it can be, it is the duck king toilet bowl that has made up my day!

The "pressurized" Me

For the past 2 weeks, i have this feeling as if something has been missing from my life.

"Hey, why do you look so grumpy recently? Any problem?" a colleague asked.

"Can see that you are not as cheerful as you used to be, bro. Do take care." came another one.

Ya, that is exactly what is missing currently - The smile from my face.

I have tried to content it within myself as i don't really like people reminding me of how unhappy i was.

Deep inside i have come to realize that, i have set a benchmark too high for myself especially in term of work, life, and etc.

Some says: "You succeed not because you set a lower target and achieve them. You failed because you set a target too high, and subsequently miss out on it"

True.

But somehow, i think i am willing to accept the new challenges lying ahead. As those people who i have always looked up to, advised me this is the chance for your to grow up. Climb a step higher. And you can't always be around in your own comfort zone.

Damn bloody right.

I think i need alcohol after this coming Friday meeting.

Cheers

The problem with Astro...

After i am done with my renovation works on my new home, i came to realize that i have left out one thing.

The Astro.

Despite their ability of "missing in action" during rainy days, they are so far the only player that provide better coverage compared to RTM.

I did not go for the full packagae as i do not think i would utilize it to the fullest. So, i have chosen a package which includes football broadcast and also...

National Geographic channel.

Nowadays, one of my favourite show on this channel would be "seconds from disaster" and "air crash investigation".

In this show, they showed how a plane fallen out from sky, or hit a building, and how a pilot's simple mistake could led to such a tragedy.

Which obviosuly does not suit me well enough as when come to flying, i will be praying my ars* off throughout the journey.

In mandarin, they called it as 犯贱.