Bubblelicious

*Below post may contain a lot of expletives. consider yourself warned! Dear Client From Hell a.k.a Spawn of the Devil, Confuckingratulations, you have just succeeded in pissing me off royally. if you aren't my company's customer, i would have asked you to stuff your stupid Java program up your ass. firstly, let me clarify that i don't mind working late. heck, i've been skipping lunches and leaving the office after 9pm erveryday for the past week. you, on the other hand, should do your Java program before coming to my office to perform "integration testing". do you think i have a lot of free time waiting for you to complete each component before we begin testing? secondly, was it the bored look on my face that prompted you to add/modify my program requirements on an hourly basis? please fucking make up your mind because i'm tired of commenting and uncommenting my codes just to cater to your menopausal mood. or was it because my efficiency will make you look...

Super duper tiring and stressful week dealing with the Client From Hell. he changes the system requirements every three hours, in doing so he kept me on the phone for at least half an hour basically repeating the same dialogue 10 times. as if that's not enough, this Client From Hell barged into my office this afternoon and spent 3 hours testing the application and instructing additional features (again!). the saddest part is, he stood pretty firm bout the project dateline. how am i suppose to have time developing the system if he keep on intruding this way? and the even-sadder-than-having-CCTVs-in-the-office part is, he's coming again tomorrow. god help me!

what a frustrating week i had. sigh.... incident #1 i received a loan statement that unjustly charged me an extra 5 months of interest. naturally, i called them to complain about the statement. after a long, logical and heart-felt explanation of why the interest should NOT be charged, "I will forward your rayuan to my immediate supervisor", said the official. "No, this is not a 'rayuan'. this is an 'aduan' because quite obviously there have been a mistake in the statement." "Alright... and please submit a surat rayuan to make this report official." bugger. i doubt if he understood what i have said. anything that is alien to him probably goes to the file as a plea. incident #2 i dunno what to call this...underhand tactics? Company A is a customer who bought a large amount of security device from my company. i met their representative once when i did a demo for him. a few days later, he called and asked me to do some "freelance" wor...

this piece of news made my otherwise dull day. Woman saw a block of cheese. Woman mistook cheese for cocaine. Woman wanted cocaine/cheese so badly. Woman hired hit man to kill "cocheene" owner. Hit man is actually an undercover cop. Read all about it here !

my dear sister infected me. she said i better be serious bout it or i'll suffer leper-ish symptoms *gasp* ok fine... i'll do what i gotta do... Rules: Post 5 random and weird facts about yourself, then at the end, list the names of 5 people whom you in turn infect. Also, leave a post to these people letting them know they have been infected. I spent hours putting on makeup before going out so that i'd look as if i'm wearing none at all. I'm terrible at saving (the word "terrible" is an understatement here). after four looong years, my Coins Saving Plan using the Cookie Monster jar amounts to --- ta daah--- RM 48.52 I love Bubbles, ribbons and everything blue! Junk food and McD's are my ultimate comfort food. They give me instant happiness. I'm into chick porns and The L Word. In turn, i am gonna infect The girl who returned from Melb , The girl who rescued me from Sri Hartamas , Andrea and The PMS Spell , The pig who speaks Korean and Danielle t...

i went to work yesterday morning in a totally chirpy good mood because i'm wearing my new PCC. then out of the blue, my colleague commented that i look noticeably fatter after the hols. there can only be 3 reasons why he uttered the despicable word: my beloved PCC actually makes me look fat (nooooo!) my new specs does not suit my face, thus causing me to look fat. my grandma has a skewed perception of thinness and i was right about the extra 10 pounds. i believe the last option is more likely because the average-sized girls back in the 1950s are probably considered buffalos in our society now. ugh! then there was a last-minute meeting at 5pm which completely dulled my senses during the 2 hours duration. so i was in a pissy mood when i rushed home for my dad's birthday dinner. i drove at 100-120 all the way back until i suddenly noticed a small piece of paper plastered on the side of my car. it had rained earlier in the evening you see, so my car was wet. is that a ...? could ...

i had a great week and a superb birthday! thanks to everyone for remembering my special day, i do not want candles on my cake anymore because my age depresses me. you would not believe the amount of food i ate for the past week. the last time i saw my grandma, she swore that i have lost 2kg and bordering on anorexia. so i thought perhaps now my grandma can finally stop hounding me about being "too thin". with all the dim sum buffet, Ramadhan buffet, Hi-tea at my dad's restaurant, birthday dinners, open house and such, i must have gained 10 pounds at least. when i reached malacca on saturday, my grandma took one look at me and said, "Aiyoh you look 2kg thinner since the last time i saw you. why aren't you eating??" at this rate i'm going to be a bag of bones by the fifth visit. meet my newly acquired Pink Cropped Cardigan. i've been searching high and low for the elusive cropped cardi that is so totally hot right now. i nearly gave up all hope of fin...

The Exorcism of Emily Rose is so bloody scary that it's beyond scary. the fact that i caught the midnight show on Halloween's eve makes it even worse. i wonder if the blood-curdling recording of the exorcism is real. few weeks ago i did a little research on the real emily rose because the movie trailer piqued my curiosity. there was a long and chilling story detailing the last days of Anneliese Michel (her actual name) in Wikipedia . last week i tried to dig out the webpage again to show a fren... instead it has been replaced by a short summary that resembles nothing like the original story i read. as each text modification is recorded in the history page, i searched thru the history of revisions but there was not a single trace of the story left. freaky huh? a word of advice. don't watch this if you sleep alone in your dorm or if you tend to wake up for no reason at 3am.

my boyfren has been seeing Someone from China behind my back lately. whenever i talk to him over the phone, i can hear Someone vying for his attention at the background. just the other day, he even confessed to me, that particular Someone had spent a few nights on his bed before. today, i realized i can't take it anymore. what's so great about that Someone anyway? so i grabbed my camera and went over to bf's house. Meet Benny .... the newest addition of my bf's family. isn't he the most adorable and fluffy Pekingese? only 4 months old and no bigger than a fat kitten. awwww.... Benny is afraid of heights due to his stumpy legs i suspect. we put him on a 3-inch high stool and he refused to climb down, trembling all the while. and his face is just a mass blot of black. awwww.... i went to watch Goal! this afternoon at 1U. OMG Kuno Becker is so HOT ! and david beckham has got the whitest teeth i've ever seen. i mean, it almost blinded me during his brief 30-sec appe...

something absolutely hilarious and unbelievable happened today.... before that, let me recap a bit. i'm already neck deep into my current project which for some mysterious reason, simply refused to work. i skipped lunch almost everyday to work on it fervently because the dateline is looming * gulp * right after Hari Raya. as if that is not bad enough, i was assigned to another project due next monday! on top of it all, my boss signed me up for an R8C MCU seminar held at Cititel Hotel (which is today)... he must have mistaken me for Superwoman or something. to be honest, this MCU seminar nearly bored me to tears, it's even worse than the one i had in Singapore. i learnt a new set of jargons today - on-chip ring oscillators, tiny microcontroller, A\D converter, watchdog timer etc. why does my boss likes to torture me this way? as usual, i counted only three females among the 90 odd attendees. male-dominated industry is so not fun because i don't get to "kap lui" to...

just a coupla days ago, fluffypig suggested something brilliant yet low-cost: why don't i use a sticker to cover up the scratches instead of wasting money to spray my car? i suspect underneath all the fluffiness, she is actually pretty smart! bursting with hope and happiness, i went to a car accessories shop after work. gosh, they were stocked with really cool and tasteful stickers, except that none are big enough to cover half of my bumper. the bigger ones came with graphics like skulls, Mugen, Initial D and all sorts of tacky racing themes. immediately i felt deflated... i was thinking more along the lines of Herbie, not Harley. sigh, so i had no choice but to confess everything when my parents came back yesterday. my dad took one look at the car and said, "Calling it scratches is underrated, looks more like big chunks of scrapped-off paint!" oops... i meant well you see, i just dun want to bother him with petty details while he's having a holiday. apart from tha...

i think i must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. maybe i'm too exhilarated by my new hairdo that i forgot to look at the side mirror and ram my car into a stone house. erm.... as in a mini stone house that my dad placed in our garden. i used to think that it serves a purely decorative purpose, but now i know better, because the stupid thing scratched my poor baby beyond words. sooo hoorrigible .... immediately my denial mode kicked in. i can't even bear to look at it. so i tried to drive to work as if the object that scratched my car is only a blade of grass. but no matter how i reverse, i simply could not detangle my car from the bloody stone house. in fact, the scratches seemed to be getting even more disasterous by the minute. just as i was contemplating defeat, i noticed a few curious neighbours milling outside my house, making a spectacle out of my futile attempts. what the *hard-core expletive*? aiyoh, dun just stand there lar uncle. at least be hel...

as most of u guys know, i've been away at The Land Beneath Us for a week of training. i was already running late on the first day because i can't decide on which color shirt to wear. when i finally reached the hotel ballroom where the training was held, the organizer greeted me, "Hi, you must be kai ling." wow...after merely 2 months of working, and my reputation has already preceded me? Feeling somewat smug, i asked him "How did u guessed?" "Because you are the only girl who signed up for this OpenAT training." i looked around and true enough....*gulp* twenty-odd guys were staring up at me. oh drat... not only am i the lone female specimen, i'm also the youngest among them. suddenly i had a tiny urge to flee to my room and pack my belongings. but the tiny urge was squatted instantly when i thought of the bonding agreement between me and my company. ready or not, i have to see it til the end or else i have to foot the entire training cost. afte...

i watched this touching Colombian tale last night and in the process fell in love with Catalina Sandino Moreno. for those in the dark (especially a certain piggie), no this is not a colombian porn. the story is about maria, a poor (as in poverty poor, not sympathy poor) 17-year-old who got pregnant and dumped by her bf, decided to become a drug "mule" in order to provide a better life for her baby. maria is promised lots of cash and a round trip to new york if she is able to carry the heroin across US border, in her stomach . the drugs were carefully sealed inside rubber pellets...slightly larger than a big grape...and maria had to swallow 62 pellets! if you think you can't stomach this, be warned that there's more gross scenes coming up. as much as i'm tempted to continue the story, i really should not spoil the movie experience for you. watch it and fall in love with maria like i did. this movie is en espanol, con subtitulos en ingles by the way.

*Update: I've tried the macadamia nut mooncake that i bought for my mom, OMG!! it tasted 10 times better than cookies 'n' cream. in a tiny moment of weakness, i've gained back whatever weight that i lost and lost whatever money that i attempted to saved on sunday. it's all nadirah's fault actually. she kept tempting me with mental images of chocolate-coated ice cream mooncake from Haagen Dazs. i am only human afterall. i was practically drooling the whole day because we kept discussing about which flavour is the best and how fast we can race to 1 Utama after work. there are 3 kinds of flavour- macadamia nut, cookies 'n' cream and chocolate. the supposed "egg yolk" is made from mango sorbet. yummy! after much agonizing, we both decided to go for cookies n cream flavour. and it tastes heavenly... who needs orgasm when we can have Haagen Dazs? this ice cream mooncake is well-worth the 25 bucks because i was so stuffed after eating that it became m...

*someone helpful pointed out that its warfare... not war fare. oh yes...my bad. i survived Banseke! although i came home after 4 days of camping with bruises n scratches, but at least i'm still in one piece. and trust me, it was FUN FUN FUN. when someone like me endorses camping, leeches and white water rafting, you have to believe it. when i first got to Jeram Besu, i still wailed everytime i broke a fingernail. towards the end of the program, i was plucking leeches and flicking it away like a pro. such was the transformation in me... no matter how temporary because... the kat u know have already booked an appointment with Kuku Bar for some serious nail repair after work today heheh. anyway the highlight of Banseke was the guerrilla war fare. three teams were sent into the jungle at 4pm with a sole mission - to retrieve government documents stolen by the guerrillas within 24 hours. we had bombing frenzy throughout the whole night with the orang asli (who were acting as guerrillas...

This article is courtesy of Dr. Gregory House, M.D. Overworked, underpaid and under-appreciated? We understand! So straight from the mouth of Dr. Gregory House, we present the House-isms you will need to survive the work-day. Warning: Use at your own risk 1. When your colleague asks you to file a document... House-ism: "I'm too handsome to do paperwork" 2. When your boss asks you to do the impossible (again)... House-ism: "Are you comparing me to God?" 3. When you catch your colleague falling asleep at work... House-ism: "Check for evil stepmothers. This much sleep usually indicates poisoned apples." 4. When your boss made a mistake... House-ism: " It turns out your best judgment is not good enough. Here's an idea: next time, use mine" 5. When your subordinate asks you why you don't listen to his/her opinion... House-ism: "I hired you because you look good. It's like having a nice piece of art in the lobby" 6. When someo...

sometimes a person can be so down on luck that you wondered if its even possible. for example, the tons of kl people who had flocked to penang or other northern states to avoid haze, only to reach there and realized that the haze has caught up with them. or take a couple who had sex on many many occasions, only to get pregnant on the one time that they did not use condom. or a domestic girl who has been sent to a war camp by her company, as if that's not bad enough, she has to spend 3 nights in the jungle with her *eeek!* stalker from office. the "domestic" girl in question is moi . my company has this recurring war camp thingy, where they divide new employees into groups of 10, drop off each group at different spots in a god-forsaken jungle in Pahang, and the last group standing wins. the HR manager assured us that there would be enough food and bullets for each group, now that is suuuch a comforting thought. we have to shoot each other like barbarians now?? the worst t...

i was sitting at my desk yesterday... stuck at (yet another) programming assignment, when i suddenly had difficulty breathing. *gasp* maybe i really need to change profession because my eyesight seemed to be getting fuzzy as well. then there was a ruckus in the office, everyone was complaining of the same symptoms as me. oh, somehow the horrible haze has crept into our office. our poor senior manager was eventually bullied into emailing the HQ (in kl) in hopes for a "holiday". here's his email: Tolong, tolong...office kami dah bau asap...API >300 Followed by a picture taken from our window as proof. our SOS was immediately answered by the "ingenious" HR manager: The indons have finally conquered us...wont be surprised if their ambassador to Malaysia is on vacation..back to Jakarta..citing bad weather conditions in Kuala Lumpur! Try to turn on electric fans in your homes and direct the air flow back to Sumatera..(should work if all of Malaysia and Singapore jo...

sorry bout the convo pics guys... maybe later cos after staring at the screen for 9 hours straight during work, i can hardly muster enough energy to switch on the pc at home. anyway, i was pissed to the core yesterday. there is a lone chinese guy from my dept, who invited me several times to have lunch with him. i thought perhaps he has difficulty making frens with the malay bunch, so i finally agreed to lunch with him on monday. after that one incident, he began texting me with stuff like "Can i make an appointment with u tmrw? or the day after tmrw? or maybe the whole week?" to which i have all promptly rejected with plenty of excuses. just when u thought things can't get any freakier, he started staring at me behind my back. of coz, like everyone else i dun grow eyes at the back of my head. but since my desk has a nice view (albeit a little marred by the darn haze lately), i can actually see him gazing at me from the window reflection. the thick haze outside helps in p...