Seems like the inconvenient truth is rearing its head this side of the US of late. I was driving home today from work only to be greeted by fierce grey blue clouds looming over the apartments on the Sri Wangsaria hill. Hoping the weather would hold up just a teeny weeny bit longer, I sped up just a little entering the main road off Damansara.

In vain, it would seem. In less than 30 seconds, the sky practically started hailing raindrops on my car. One minute later, it looked like the 40 days of flood had begun. Visibility was extremely low. Still, yours truly drove the usual way home without much of a glitch.

But oh no, that's not where the story ends.

Arriving behind a jeep at the last set of traffic lights I normally stop at en route to home, I waited a few seconds before the lights flashed green.

But the jeep didn't go.

A few seconds passed. It still didn't budge.

I got impatient, admittedly, and honked a little urgently, wondering how someone could miss the 3 bright green lights flashing in front.

Next thing I knew, a huge 6 metre branch comes crashing down directly in front of the jeep, narrowly missing its bonnet, but completely blocking one side of the road altogether. For a split second earlier, I had happened to look up and saw in horror as side of the tree sway violently and gave way. Three cars, including me, had to reverse and drive over to the opposite lane just to get around it.

It only dawned on me moments later, that had that jeep actually moved on time, I doubt I would've escaped the falling branch. I actually felt a lil sheepish for honking earlier, although I had to wonder if the driver in the jeep in front of me thought I had done that as a warning sign. The chain of events in those mere moments all seemed to happen like it was perfectly choreographed to avoid disaster. I drove straight down and made a detour to BV instead, running a red light in the way, because I simply did not want to stop like a sitting duck under the boulevard of trees along that road that somehow seemed to turn into potential freak accident objects. Sigh. I don't think I'll ever look at those angsana trees along Jalan Ara the same way again after that.


On a lighter note, I managed to spend a rendezvous dinner with Nat nd Eug over at TY, despite having dined alone just merely 2 hours earlier at Fish & Co. (For the record, I had a lousy shitake mushroom with purportedly fusion sauce. Meh, Japanese mushrooms and 'western' cream do not a fusion sauce make. Go Delicious for better pasta).

Anyway, halfway through the meal my phone rings. I check the screen, which was flashing my buddy/boss Jon's number. Answering it, I heard a stranger's voice greet me instead.

Now if you are aware of how noisy TY is at dinner time, then you'll understand why I couldn't make out half of whatever the person on the other line was saying. But he seemed to know exactly who I was, and was even asking about a project that I was due to hand in today, if there was any way I could pass the artwork to him. Presuming it to be the sticker production dude, I mumbled something about having placed the files in a CD and leaving it on my other boss Stuart's table before leaving; to which he then asked if it would fit in an email. I then began to explain that I presumed Stuart would return for the CD later that day, to which he obviously did not.

A few incoherent sentences later, I gave up trying to understand what else he was trying to say to me, and told him to give me a valid email address so I could email him the pictures, which he agreed, although with a puzzled tone, and promptly hung up. I went back to dinner feeling just a lil relieved and accomplished at having dealt with a situation under less-than-peaceful surroundings.

Ten minutes later, I get the expected sms on my phone. When I opened it, I was surprised to see Stuart's email address from his phone.

It then hit me in the face like a sack of potatoes. I was talking to Stuart all the while.

I'm such an idiot. I know he wont live this down in the office tomorrow. Lol.

Welp, mirroring the entry title, I've somewhat finally stumbled unto the end zone of another week, with the final yard being the 6' x 4' space of which I'm blogging comfortably from. i.e: my bed and finally sparing some time to type an entry. Honestly, I feel my writing skillz have devolved over the years passing, perhaps like the proverbial Chinese idiom, having eaten more salt now, I feel the world less sweet than before. Or maybe I've just become very boring. I need to reclaim this very soon in the future, bah! It's almost like learning to swim all over again; you gotta get into the water and swim a coupla warmup laps before getting into the fancy shizzle.

Ok, before I start a round of depressive ranting in here again like an emo 16 yr old, I really should say that things are picking up at the new events management company I work at now. It's only a coupla blocks away from my old office, and I have to admit, I like the new team I work with day in and out, despite sometimes I think they forget I only have 2 hands at times. lawl. Kk, in all honesty, I like working with them. It's a nice change from being cooped up in a less-than-mind-stimulating office for the last 4 years.

So what has The Wan been up to?

Let's see. First two days (yes two) I celebrated Angie's birthday over dinners,albeit with different groups, as you can see in the pictures to follow. Monday at Modesto's/Bambo9. Tuesday at Villa Danielli @ The Sheraton Imperial. Now you see, I'm weird in such a way where I prefer ordering pastas so at different restaurants just so i know what's good from bad, but I think I had an overkill after the last two nights. Personally, I found the carbonara at Modesto's nothing to shout about, and the squid ink pasta with sourish artichokes and salmon @ VD a lil less than delectable for my taste buds. But the desserts were delish, altho pricey (duh, did you expect anything less?) Next time, I'm ordering by sight. Then again, if there is a next time... And i'm saying all this full knowing I'll probably go to Delicious tomorrow with Nat. hehe. Oh well, at least the Pesto there rox my sox. And only at the fraction of the price too.


As much as I liked Bambo9 the last time I paid it a visit one Saturday night before, the crowd there that Monday night was quite a contrast, with it mostly 40 something yr old men who obviously also came straight from the office with their 30 something female colleagues. Heck, there aint nothing wrong with these ppl wanting to have fun, but I happened to turn at one point of the night to see one of those men trying to shimmy himself against his colleague in what I can only imagine as what he imagines to be dirty dancing. He looked as smooth going lower on her as Peter Crouch doing the robot dance.

Wednesday, apart from satisfying the itch to post an entry, I had this stupidly hilarious conversation with a bunch over TY about who we knew about us could play the characters in Doraemon. I honestly don't remember how it all started, but I remember thinking Amita fitted the role of Sinyu pretty well, with the similiar small cute packaging. lol. i mean seriously:

After maybe what seems like donkey years (ok, maybe just a coupla months) and perhaps thanks to Jin Siang's comments about my less-than-lively weblog activity, I think I will actually start taking proactive steps to resurrect this space which is fast growing cyber mould, before it becomes another virtual piece of sentimental trash I'll never update, but never throw away. I'm still not entirely certain which direction I intend to take with this journal, seeing there are still certain principles I adhere to when I write knowing there is possibly a young public readership, lest I become a two minded writer scribbling about like a headless chicken worrying whether a 13 yr old kid will be stumbled if I so much as use a swear word in here. Then again, I should worry about crossing that bridge if and when I eventually get to it, shouldn't I?

But anyhoo, that aside, now that the blogger in me is slowly being revived like the a she-Frankenstein, I guess a mandatory update about myself is in order. But later, for now, I need to clock out folks :p

Catcha later, peeps.

Ps: About my small fonts, it ain't small, it's fashionably petite ;)

Yeah, yeah I know it's been a while since meh last post, but I've been kept busy lately, mostly with employment at my new workplace at the office. Yes, I'm an international porperty real estate agent, in layman's terms. Unbelievable? Believe it. It's been a fortnight of new experiences in an field I never thought I'd be. And for the first time in 14 days, I've been able to sleep in like a baby. Such a good feeling when it rained earlier in the morning, I might add.

I've ultimately decided in the last few months that I would probably be content even if I didn't land some big S job at a huge multinational if I managed to spread my wings of creativity within a environment that encourages it. Trying to keep a creative spark alight in the winds of my current career change and mounding work is proving very tough tho. Heck, it's becoming an increasingly harder feat summoning my sense of droll trying to post a witty entry here without farting out some glut theoretical pieces from my mind that vaporize into obscurity < 1 week later.

I want to be able to wear jeans to work, on a daily basis if possible. Seriously. Even better if I can pair that with a black feather boa. Gonna talk to the boss come Tuesday to see if that's possible. Wish me luck.