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So, last weekend was fun. Well, we had breakfast ala-Budak Kaya, since we went all the way to KL for English breakfast, for Danish, scones and what's what. Breakfast cost us about RM100 and I wouldn't be going back for more, any time soon. Although I would love the occasional splurge on food, but a RM100 breakfast is really too much for my standards. Especially when I thought the place was supposed to exquisite and classy, it really felt like any Tom, Dick and Harry could afford the place. I felt like "wow, I could go to any coffee shop for such crowds, heck why should I pay for this?"

Nevertheless, the environment was okay, if there were lesser people around. I heard their mains are better than their breakfasts, so perhaps, another round of brunch-ala Budak Kaya is needed to be done, before passing on my judgement on this particular place. Well, the missus loves the place very much, ever since she got back from NZ, she kept telling me that there's no place for western food here in Malaysia to be compared. Well, for the money I paid, it had better taste good, otherwise what's the point, right?

After breakfast, I passed by the market off Jalan Imbi, and remembered the times dad brought me there for breakfast some days during my Internship in KL. The hainanese coffee/tea, with the half-boiled eggs slapped on top of toasted thick bread. I could do with that, anytime, and it cost less than 1/10 of what I've paid for, in Levain. Call me a cheapo, but I don't earn enough to have English breakfast everyday, alright? Hehhe.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I (finally!) tried these:

Macaroons

Well, for RM3.30 per piece, definitely not something you do not want to savour every single detail of the thing first, before swallowing. After trying one piece, I was like "Owh, cheh."
It was too sweet for my liking, and it felt like it has too much colors. Hmm..the missus, on the other hand enjoyed every single piece of them. Hmm..for RM3.30, that's almost a plate of Chicken rice. Okay, maybe being too practical at the wrong times can be inappropriate. 

We stopped by at Time Square for a bit, since we were just nearby.
She wanted to shop for a bit, since it was her *cough* virgin *cough* visit to Time Square, so yeah. We didn't walk for long because you know me, I've aged for a bit as well, so walking the entire Time Square would seem impossible. We however, managed to buy 2 dresses for her, but she was still not happy about having to leave so early.

I was skeptical at first, since most dresses sold, were only at 1 particular size: which was Free Size. The dresses looked so "tiny" on the display racks, and it wouldn't seem to fit into any Asian girls for erm, example, my size. And you are not allowed to try the outfit if it's priced below RM20.00 or something. Most dresses were priced below RM20.00 though. So I thought it would be a risk to actually buy out the entire store and then go home and realized that she wouldn't fit into any of it. I told her that we should just buy a couple of pieces and leave. She was obviously upset. 

The whole afternoon she was unhappy because I spend it dozing off. When I woke up, she was still sulking so I tried to talk to her. And we went to the topic of the dresses we saw in Time Square. I told her that the Free Size dresses were ridiculous because how could a XL-size fit into a size which is shared by the smaller sizes, right? Technically, cannot lah right? Because then, there wouldn't be a need to come up with so many sizes for clothings right? 

She obviously gave me a cold shoulder and then I tried to cheer her up by saying, "If you don't believe, I try for you la"

Immediately, her eyes lit up and..

I was fitted into the dress (miraculously!) Oh my gawdness..
Me, a XL-size, can fit into this dress. Oh my gawdness..
I was beaming from left to right, no idea if it's because of seeing myself in a dress, or it's because I can fit into a Free-Size dress.
And you know what, dresses can really hide your fats. Like after I put this on, I felt like people would not be able to see my muffin tops, butt-size or ..whatever. Like woo-hooo..

Then the missus went like "SEE!! I TOLD YOU!! CAN FIT ONE...!! NO PROBLEM!!!" and then quickly said, "Wow, you look cute. "
Hahha..which provoked me to put a picture of me, on Facebook, and everyone went "OMG!"

Okay, I wonder why.
I wonder if it's the choice of the dress I'm in, or because I look horrendous or something.

p/s: Don't worry, I will go back to the shirts and shorts, ties and pants. :) So, nothing much has changed, except the perception of me, being able to fit into a Free-size. 

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This morning, as I entered into the lift, I was greeted by a middle-aged man, and his, assuming Son. Oh my gawd, his son probably only aged 2 years, was holding his dad's big diary or planner..and he looked up and went "Morning." with a big grin.
Gosh, he was so cute, with his soft red cheeks..I was like oh my gawd, I want one toooo!!!!

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Work has been taking a toll out of the missus life.

Finally some corporate responsibility on her side. Whenever I am around, I try not to let her work more than 5.30pm, which is after her working hours. I think work should ONLY be limited to your working hours' parameters, otherwise you would have no time for other MUCH important things in life; like (ME!) and of course, the family and etc. And most importantly, time for herself.

Ever since we've started working, we've spend an average 9 hours in the office. So take 9 hours away from your regular 24 hours, that would leave us 15 hours. For those living in the cities, you might face an hour's worth of traffic before reaching to the work place; so assuming you take an hour ride to work, that would be 2 hours to-and-fro, which leaves us with 13 hours. A healthy person would require 7-8 hours worth of sleep each day, so assuming given only 7 hours worth of sleep daily, that would leave us with 6 hours.

Six hours.

I have not included the time for us to eat, bathe, drink.
We would have approximately 3-4 hours left for ourselves every day. So, what can we do with such limited time?

For myself, I have utilized the partial time to write this meaningless entry in Blogspot. And some random surfing online here and there. And there's Facebook. and Twitter.

And we wonder, what's the purpose of us working right?

150

Life is freaking unfair!!!!
Okay, now that I've gotten that out of the system, I shall pretend that nothing is wrong. AT ALL. 

149

I think it is inconsiderate when people kept bugging me during working hours.
It is like for every few minutes, there's bound to be someone who would "ping" me at work, saying that he/she is sien. Okay, a couple of times, yes, I would be gladly to oblige but what if this is repeated every single day? What's more if it is during the time when I'm at my most busiest?
It's a wonder that people do not get the sign that when they are not welcomed. And they keep blabbing about their "sien-ness" until it makes me speechless. Like what am I going to reply if you say "I'm sien" every minute? And I can't imagine if I have to face this person for lunch/dinner as well. Even have the guts to ask me out for meals when already every second complain about being "sien". Like who wants a 'makan' companion to keep whining all the time? Wait, I mean ALL THE FREAKING TIME?!!

I hope people get the message after this, because it's starting to bug me. I'm sorry, because as much as I pity you of your scarce of friends in your life, I also feel it's high time you try to get your own friends, without interfering with mine. 

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The missus always throws a fit, whenever I'm away from work. So whenever I'm back, I'll try to spend more quality time with her, but I always end up sleeping away most of the time, maybe because I do not sleep well whenever I'm in Lumut.
p/s: Between you and me, I think the hotel rooms there are haunted. I kept hearing weird sounds from the tv, and everywhere. Fuck man!

So whenever I get back to KL after a couple of days in Lumut, I'd try to retrieve all the sleeps that I have missed. So, last Sunday, we went for an early movie at 1U's: Burlesque and late lunch.

English pancakes, my favourite. The bananas slightly sauteed and with honey, yum!

A picture of us, to show that I've grown some meat, and yeah. (maybe it's the new year and all..)

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I am actually testing out the new iPhone app I've acquired recently.

The Tiltshift Generator. I'm not sure if I used it properly, but since this picture is available, I might as well just use this.

I was in Lumut, about to head back to the hotel, when I realized that my car keys were missing. I panicked a little because the spare key is at home, and knowing mum, she wouldn't come all the way to Lumut to "save" me. I retrieved my path, and then I realized that one of my car doors were not locked. I think it's due to the central lock, so I (bodoh-ly) opened the door and guess what, the alarm rang. This was even more anxious, because now, I've caught attention to myself. And it was 5.30pm, when everyone is getting ready to go home, and walking passed my car and were probably wondering what the hell is this girl doing.
After what seems to be gazillion years later, I saw a security guard pressing a car key..pointing towards my car. And I was so overwhelmed, that I quickly walked towards him to claim my lost keys.

I was really thankful. And probably would not keep my keys in open pockets anymore. Perhaps safe in pockets with buttons/zips next time!

One funny thing was, this security guard gave me a stern warning earlier in the morning when I forgot to wear my security tag, and I was angry because no one has talked to me in such a rude manner before. Anyway, doesn't matter, I bear no grudges now, since he found my keys for me. :)

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I wonder if it is the holiday mood, or it's just because I have lost the reason for me to work?
It must be the holiday mood right, because I was all hyped about work before this, and recently, I find that it's such a torture to think about going to work, and shudder at the thought of the next meeting IN LUMUT. The idea of having to drive another 300kms, to and fro, to the place, is simply urgh.!
Anyway, the next meeting falls on this coming Monday, and it is 2pm. This is really stressing me out because it's Valentines Day, and this is the first year the missus and I are celebrating it together (nevermind what the public say about hiked up prices and over-rated celebration) and I really just want to use the Monday properly, and suddenly, this people want to have meeting at 2pm somemore. I feel like want to kick their ass because who the hell organizes meeting at 2pm??! And I feel that this is really an obstacle because now it points down to 1. Work and 2. Relationship and I feel like I'm being asked to choose which is more important. I don't really want to drive all the way for that meeting, because I would be going down again on Wednesday for another operation. And because all these requires me to sacrifice my "personal" car and I don't want to go on ranting about my company, so yeah, straight to the point that I do not want to drive to the same place, twice in a week, and somemore back to back.
So, when I asked my colleague if I can follow his car, and whether it's necessary for me to join this meeting (since I have no obligations or whatsoever and because I'm always tagging along to meetings for experience sake) and I get replies like "If you can't make it, then just stay in the office" and I feel like "Wth, I'm here trying to figure things out and this is what I get in the end". Anyway, it's not really his fault, and totally not his responsibility to take care of my welfare, and me being all concerned about making time for the missus is totally unreasonable since I have to put my work first.

Suddenly I feel that it's better if someone could just slap me on the face really hard.

So I figured out a plan, to just drive back to Ipoh tomorrow (and spend some quality time with mum), and head to Lumut instead on Monday and then rush back to PJ after the meeting. And also JiangMelFoo are organizing Chap Goh Mei get-together after that (or in better words: SAD Night-Out), so hopefully I'll be able to make it for that one too. Sounds like a really good plan right?

Except my initial plan was to not drive to the same place twice in a week. There goes my maintenance. I feel like I'm fucked up, and I wish I can just throw in my towel and quit. I feel like I don't know who to talk to, because people don't seem to understand why it's taking me so hard to decide what I want.

BECAUSE I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT -lah!!

And everytime my heart secretly screams that, I feel like I'm a total loser because I don't know what I want. And even if I do, oh wait..I just don't know what I want.

Fuck lah. Who the hell invented work, can just go to hell. 

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Last night was supposed to head down to KL@Trader's Hotel@Joshua's temporary hub for a night out with the guys. After work, it drizzled and I felt that it was pointless to rush down because I would be stuck in a jam anyway, so I picked the missus up from her work place and went for dinner at 1u instead. Then got to find out that the girls were going to turn up late, so I got myself a rain check, told them to have fun instead since I do not like games of poker.

Instead, I headed to JiangMelFoo's home at TTDI's, to hang out.

I left the place at about 2 in the morning. Partly due to the "astrology readings" done by the missus, with guidelines from the internet. She did readings of everyone's birth dates, which came out to be pretty true. So you can imagine, it took me a lot of effort to climb up from the bed this morning, for work. 

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Look, don't come telling me that I have not been performing.
Because I can't do this without a proper system.
If there is no proper system, then you have got to give me time to understand the current (screwed!) system, improvise it, and then work on it.
I am a slow-learner (beat me!) but I am doing it. Don't give me unnecessary pressure and stupid hints.

This is so life-taxing.

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Everytime I read about news on the country's politics, I feel like it's something which get me through the day at the office. 

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Sometimes I wished, I did not exist.
If only, someone could tell me my purpose of living..
IF ONLY.


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I'm depressed.
I wish 2012 would come for good.
I really do not know what's the purpose of living anymore.

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The new year for the Chinese has come and go. Like time passes by so swiftly, that I remembered it was just yesterday we celebrated last year's new year. Few days back, I was trying to scheme for the best time to travel home, to avoid the ruthless jam. I succeeded, and also managed to celebrate the new year's with the family and close friends. As usual, days spent with the family members; nights spent with the friends for games around the table.  

I know I am not such a big fan of the new year for Chinese. Maybe because the pressure of having to conform to the Chinese's society's thinkings and culture. However, as you grow older, you ignore the stress you have, just because your family is growing older, and you know the time spent with them, is getting limited. I see my grandparents aged by the day, and every year spent for CNY, is every year spent with them.  

This year, the brother is away from home. First time, and I'm not used to it.
This year, the missus did not follow me home, but maybe someday she would be able to.
Although we have our own families, own commitments, and yes, we know how important it is, for our families to celebrate CNY together, yet I can't help but hope that maybe ONE DAY, I can proudly bring her home.


It is afterall, a Chinese culture to bring their other half, home for show.


No meh? How come all the cousins kept bringing their other halves home which resulted in more questions each year?