Days of Delirium

Yesterday, as I was waiting for the train back home after a long day at work, I noticed a group of four to five young lads standing merely 10 meters away from me. Inferencing from my personal experience, I assumed these guys participated in the debating tournament currently held in PWTC based on the way they carried themselves. These guys were wearing their complete debating attire - shirt, blazer, neck tie, holding files, saddling backpack and complete with a ballpen (not fountain) in their pocket. I mean, who would wear neck ties with blazers while waiting for the train at 5.30pm in a crowded train station? Obviously these guys did. Just looking at them made me sweat even more profusely. Then I quickly gathered all of my previous observations about debaters that make them stand out in a crowd - but not in a good way. They have this air around them with 'better-than-thou' attitude which makes you love to hate them. They are posers, self-centered and cocky bitches who, in real

When you started to work, surprisingly the weekend seemed to go by so fast - even faster than you could spell 'W-E-E-K-E-N-D'. Was it always like this, fellas? Anyway, my second week of internship was less hectic as the first one and my spare time in between tasks were no longer as dull as then with a new phone. Winks. Monday! I was prepared to juggle mountains of works as the previous week but nothing was handed to me, even after I asked from my colleagues there. It wasn't until after lunch, they handed me the budgeting I did last week for some minor alterations. I did the corrections, tidied up everything, printed it out and submitted it for one last time. Tuesday! Just when I had some faith in the good ol' Komuter, they were back to their nature - being delayed. The 7.03am train which I usually boarded were delayed and by that time, was still in Shah Alam - which is about 13 stations away. So quickly I went back and drove my Kiki the Kancil to work. No major work tod

I'm not going to jinx it again by naming and bragging about my new phone. Period.

My semester break isn't so much about break. I'm currently undergoing my internship for 8 weeks starting last Monday (May 10) in Malaysian Tourism Promotional Board a.k.a Tourism Malaysia in Putra World Trade Center. Thanks to my hommie, Jet for submitting my application. I got tired of applying around and getting different kinds of excuses on why they weren't hiring interns for only 2-month time. So, I'm settled with Tourism Malaysia, which is not that bad anyway. Here's the breakdown on how my first week went: Monday! 6am - Got up, bathed, dressed, performed prayer, had breakfast and bid goodbye to all living creatures in my house. 7.30 am - Waited for the Komuter. The first two trains were full and I'm not a big fan of squashing myself among people's asses, breasts and bellies. So I waited for the next train at 8.03am and thankfully it wasn't as packed as the previous two. 8.30am - Reached PWTC. Prepping myself up before heading to the 19th floor. I w

Whatever the boss say, shall be obliged Last Sunday was a big event for my family. My sister was launching her new office and activity center in Tanming Boulevard, Puchong and the 3-storey unit was named Wisma Bling Lustre, being the name of her company. Since it was a family event, she asked me to be the emcee for the day which I repeatedly refused. It wasn't until I saw that desperate face she wore and I finally gave in. I was thinking, alright, maybe it wouldn't be that bad to ridicule myself among these people. Besides, most probably I won't be meeting any of them ever again. That's the best I could do to soothe my nerve. So on that Sunday afternoon, I headed to Puchong and prepped up for the big event. Too bad my brother and his whole entourage couldn't make it from Ipoh. The event started with me welcoming them and only if they were deft, I swore they could hear how nervous I was in the beginning. As the ceremony proceed, I got comfortable and did pretty well,

May 6 was our last examination paper. So we were more than thrilled to end it fast and end it quick, for what was planned later in the evening. After exiting the examination hall, I rode on Fifi's passenger's seat to Bangsar where I accompanied her for some quick accessories shopping along the streets of Telawi. After the sun had set, the real fun began! Ayi, Faris and I headed to Luna Bar, located on the 34th floor of Menara Pan Global, approximately 15 minutes after 8 where Fifi and her friends had been waiting for about half an hour. Although the birthday boy and girl had arrived, the partayyy didn't start just as yet. One by one, familiar faces came in through the door in the form of Didi, Sakina, Eza, Ami, Dini and others. I've heard a lot about the bar but this was my first time and true enough the place really lived up to what had been said. You could see almost the entire area of KL's Golden Triangle with KL Tower standing just right next door, shimmering in

"So verily, with every difficulty there's a relief. With every difficulty there's a relief." - Surah an-Nasrah: Verses 5-6. Ever wondered why God has to remind us humans about the silver lining to all mishaps? Because we tend to forget about it all the time. And He did it twice in a row in the above surah as an emphasis. He assured great relief for every difficulty faced by us. I had my fair share of difficulty on April 30th. He knew my weaknesses are my family and finance, so He tested me on both. I have yet to recover from it but at least I'm learning. I proceeded with the next day, May 1st, as usual. Had breakfast, went to pick up my altered pants in Bangsar Village, had KFC for lunch, went to Section 14 to buy PC games, bought some fruits, return home, played the games, had dinner, watched Kimora Lee on E!, checked my e-mails, played with my cat and now writing this post before heading to bed. Life hasn't changed so much for me, despite that I had hit rock