Random Solitary Thoughts

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Journal of the Ink... by Kalamari Squidocious the First
Entry No. 107

Today, is not my day. Let me proceed to story you.

I couldn't sleep last night. I found one of my contact lenses torn. I was early going to work until it rained. I was late for work for the sixth time this month, and the tenth time overall (which means that if I am late three more times, I can kiss my bonus goodbye). I didn't have time to buy breakfast. I didn't bring a bottle of water to work. My boss just gave me a pile of work to be done and my ribosome deadline is today. I am broke!

This is not my day. End of story.

The Return...

5.15. pm is looming. Work is at hand. There are ribosomes to be modelled and numerous other stuff to do. Mild-mannered and slightly frustrated Kalamari sits obediently at his desk watching the ribosomes pass him by as he clicks each one into exixtence.

So far, he has brought to life 107 ribosomes by way of continuous and monotonous clicking. Yes, it is a mundane job, but someone (in this case it's Kalamari) has to do it.

Under the ever watchful eye of B.O.S.S. ( Barbaric Obnoxious Sadistic Someone) he has no choice but to slowly model ribosome after ribosome. That and also because no one in the office knows how to model using 3.D. M.A.X. (3 Damnations of Multimedia Angst eXtreme).

The two N.E.W.B.I.E.S. (New-age Egoistical Wannabes Bitching Inconsiderately at Effluent Subjects) aren't much help to our mild-mannered and frustrated hero, preferring instead to gossip and chat all day without an ounce of work.

But lo and behold! From the shadows of the pantry, is it a fly? Is it a maggot? No! It's the world famous cookie crumb from the last cookie! In frustration, Kalamari heads back to his desk. The mundane job has laid waste to our potential hero.

Monday, March 29, 2004

I am officially broke. My company is clearly not paying me enough. Don't ask me what I am still doing there, because I don't know myself! And I can forget about doing freelance projects because they are not doing justice to my health, both physically and mentally...

All I can do now is go on a RM 50 a week diet. Any suggestions anyone?

Friday, March 26, 2004

I had a weird experience this morning. It all started with an inconsistent dream. The dream prompted me to wake up, and as soon as my eyes opened, I saw a dark shape darting towards my window.

It tried to jump out but the curtains were in the way. Franctically, I searched for my spectacles, but by the time I found them, the shape had disappeared.

Thankfully I woke up with no fever this morning, although the shock did take out a few minutes of sleep from me and almost made me late for (UGH!!!) work.

I shall be sleeping with the lights on tonight...

Tuesday, March 23, 2004

It's been awhile since I last blogged here. Work and stress has pushed me to the edge of the edge. So much so, I have neglected my dog. It is with heartfelt decision that I finally part with him as I cannot care for him the way I want to. I can only blame my lack of planning and my lack of foresight when I first took him in as a pup 8 months ago.

I shall not blame the constant pressure and the endless and impossible deadlines imposed on me by my company. I shall not blame the needs of a dog that makes him crave for attention. Nor shall I blame the parties who have repeated told me and advised me against having a dog, for I chose not to listen to them. I have now regretted, rather late, my decision to take a pet.

So now, with heavy heart, I have to part with my companion of 8 months. Although he will only be a few states away, I shall miss him dearly. No longer will I be able to hear his welcoming bark... (wait.. he doesn't bark... ) or the way he tries to look innocent when he has done something wrong.

I can only be glad that he has found a good home with a caring family who has all the time in the world for him (unlike me...). I shall miss him but I will rejoice whenever I go visit my mother. So here's to Toffee... the Hurricane, a.k.a. wonder Dog, a.k.a. the Flying Mongrel, a.k.a. the Tornado, a.k.a. Budak Manja, a.k.a. Mr. Kaypoh, a.k.a. Friend, companion and all time fur shedder.

May you be well and happy!

This blog is dedicate to the continuing loving thought of Toffee the invincible!

Thursday, March 04, 2004

I can't write for nuts!!! For the past two weeks or so, I've been cracking my head and I just can't write! I cannot write!!! I shall stick to eliminating rogue vertices and annihilating alien polygons to control the population!!!

From now on, the story below is void and nullified and it never happened! I shall stick to my safe rantings and mindless banterings... because I can't write!!! Wawawa!!!