The Fuhrer is leaving

So my manager is being transferred to a different department after working together with her for a year. She’s been awesome. I don’t deny, no doubts. I find it absolutely difficult to attain that level of respect for anyone i am working with, but Essther Tan Choon Chak. You have been the inspiration and the ideal sales manager anyone would be proud of.
I know you will never ever come across my blog based on your limited internet literacy but fuck… I am inspired to write this anyway. Have an awesome life and stay true to your crazy self. You have earned my utmost respect.

Sincerely.

Coaching Memoirs

While coaching Mei Jing and Audrey @ Mont Kiara.

Me: Mei Jing! prepare your racket early! You’re always hitting the ball late!

Mei Jing: Not my fault k, you’re hitting the ball away from me.

Me: That’s why God gave you a pair of functional feet.

After lazily hitting a forehand and a backhand, Mei Jing strolls, as opposed to running like normal tennis players, towards the net for the volley shot.

Me: Mei Jing! volley the ball with your racket, not your face.

Mei Jing: That’s because you keep hitting the ball there!

Me: Thats why you have to be alert! Nobody in a tennis game is gonna hit the ball to where you see fit!

After Mei Jing fumbles a second volley…

Mei Jing: Not my fault k, you didn’t say you were gonna hit the ball somewhere else.

Me: ……..

She will humble Jennifer Lopez on the red carpet.

For Fuck Sake..

You’d think heading to the gym on a Thursday night, like any other night would feel like a passing moment of any day. Well.. not today. Today’s session was a bitch. And not the kinda bitch I’d get  hard on for, its the kind that’ll make you wanna get punched in the face and say “AiNT ThIS a BiTCH!!”. Why?

After chucking my stuff in the locker, I headed out to the flat benches for my chest workout. After 10 reps, i slowly lowered the dumbells to my chest like I always do, placed them on my thighs to pull myself up, like i always do, and then sprained my lower back during the proccess of standing up, IN WHICH I’VE NEVER FUCKING DO.

Now my back is sore, can’t sit like a decenthumanbeing. Would write more actually but i’m forced to keep this damn post short for 2 reasons.

1) My back feels like i’ve just taken a beating from Hulk Hogan and Laila Ali in a handicap match

2) My sister’s laptop, in which I’m current using,is producing words 2 secs after i’ve typed them. And this can potentially drive me into a violent rage..

Silence Of The Lambs is scary

I know it’s a little late, but I have just recently watched Silence of The Lambs, after constant nagging from my movie nerdo friends. (You know the nerds that lives in their parent’s basement furnished with posters like Scarface and Gone With the Wind, watching re-runs of Indiana Jones 1,2 and 3 on a stained sofa uniformed only in tighty-whiteys)

Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a little, but they do watch too many movies and these pimply bastards aren’t getting enough fresh air and sunshine. Anyway, back to point.

Silence of The Lambs was a masterpiece. Although a relatively old movie, it could have easily won an Oscar today, considering the rubbish we’re getting these days. Anthony Hopkins was a class act on his own and Jodie Foster was commendable.

I suppose the film definitely served its purpose as it disturbed the fuck outta me. The antagonist of the show, Buffalo Bill was an emasculated demented son of a bitch. Not mediocre demented but demented to make a 40 year old man cry in his sleep.

If none of you have ever watched the show, I’m sending these nerds after you. And I know where most of you ppl hang out, you facebooking sods.

And believe me, these nerds smell funky.

“Its your turn now…Clarice”

Timeout KL’s Live Music Performances @ No Black Tie

So I went for some band performance hosted by Timeout KL @ No Black Tie last night. It was alright… Only 2 performing acts caught my eye, the rest really gave me the urge to violently destroy my ear drums and punch myself in the face. The 2 acts I’m talking about are Kyoto Protocol, and a solo performer named Justin Fong (I think).

The former had a great on stage presence, especially their lead, who kept the crowd focused on stage (for once that night) with some decent vocals and catchy numbers. (check out their song Pussycat, apparently that’s their famous hit) All in all pretty entertaining. Oh, and their guitarist, this round-ish chubby dude, had the energy of a pill popper. I thought he needed a separate stage as not to harm his fellow members.

Justin Fong was just pure entertainment. Not the way Jason Mraz would entertain, but the way Adam Sandler singnig on Jay Leno would entertain. His singing was fair, and his songs were so-so, but his enunciation… GOOD LORD! sounded as if Ronan Keating learned his English from a Singaporean mother. It was a sweet gesture when he dedicated one of his songs (‘DATE’, apparently about his first date with his girlfriend) to his gal, but the downside was, his stage personality resembled the confidence of an adolescent schoolgirl.

4 bands, 1 decent act, 1 entertaining act.. too little beer.

A change

I’ve suddenly decided to start a whole new blog documenting both relevant and irrelevant happenings that may or may not matter to me. This would do me well, as I’ve realized my recent decline in the English language. One of the many perks for working in an organization with minimal use of the language I’ve been so familiar with… an evil organization known as the bank.

Not that I’m unpleased with tremendously improving my embarrassing Cantonese, but sometimes, one Jay Chou song too many can eventually lead me to switching from pens to calligraphy brushes as a tool of writing.  So I’ve turned to this, call it an English writing class for all I care, but the day I start including panda-like emoticons on my msn conversations or feeding K-pop into my soul to smother a rough day at work, that’ll be the day I’ll have to kick my own ass…

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