A Walk in the Park – Paris, Spring ‘08

This is indeed a wonderful weekend. I am still in jubilant mood. I just have to record this rare happy moment I am experiencing now in this journal.

After months of burning midnight oil, going through relentless meetings, cracking heads to finalise the technical architecture on how this thing is gonna save the world (ok, I am exaggerating here, the thing is only supposed to open up more opportunities for the company), the last hurdle before we get our hands dirty in the actual work finally ended very sweetly last evening. This thing I wish to call Project Futuristic finally got the encouraging nod from the members of the committee who endorses cheque writing of many zeroes at the back. Alhamdulillah. Wuhooo!!! Of course that came after being grilled, attacked, ambushed, and fired with missiles, shotguns, rifles, etc from the committee. For about an hour, while presenting my case, I just felt like a turkey surrounded by people armed with knife and dagger who were so eager to slaughter me so I can grace their Thanksgiving dinners   

What makes the victory even sweeter and humbling is that, Project Futuristic proceeds through amidst the numerous cancellations of many other mega projects, understandably due to the forecasted downturn performance in the next years.

Now, whose names should I write on the cheques? Anyone volunteers to buy me flight ticket to Paris so I can enjoy Autumn there, just like I had enjoyed it last Spring?    Wuhooo!!! I can just sleep through this weekend imagining walking through Paris again. Lalalalalalalala…

Under My Duvet – Year 2

Who the heck is this anonymous blogger? I am not quite sure how many would be asking that question, since I know this tiny space is not explosive nor groovy nor haffenin as many other good blogs out there that worth dropping by. But, I was pretty pleasantly surprised when I noticed that there was quite an increase of hoppers stopping by my former little space, especially those coming either from The Queen/Matron of Malaysian Bloggers, Kak Teh, or from her Heathrow-like busy Sentral Station. Being a pathetic and sporadic blogger that I am i.e. my blog posts are very minimal and irregular, what I wrote is so boring it can even put a hyperactive cat to doze, I don’t know how to actively mingle virtually aka dropping comments, leaving trails at others’ although I have been a stalker to those many good blogs for years, it sure is nice and humbling when my former site is listed in both Kak Teh and Sentral Station.

God knows that probably was/is the main drive on why I keep struggling to let the ink flowing although honestly I don’t have much to share. My very hectic and demanding career sometimes makes me overlook that I do have a blog (yes, you, my most nearest & dearest, my wonderful colleagues, friends of friends, and relatives of relatives who somehow finally managed to unmask me. I am a blogger, happy? So, don’t be shy, drop a line or two, but pleeaaassseee call me as what I am identifying myself in this blogs ya …pretty pleeeaaassseee…) so occasionally when I dropped by Kak Teh and Sentral Station and I noticed my positioning was wayyyy down at the bottom, I panicked and slightly agitated, and I would scramble for anything to push my position slightly up again; hence that pretty much explained my previous post in my former site (if it can even be called a post that is); an entry about nothing since my mind was totally blank and I was contemplating to even delete the site totally. Phew!!! Thank God I didn’t, else I wouldn’t know where to park my rambling here. BTW, thanks to Ms B, the young hot yummilicious corporate jet-setting mummy; and KC the funny carefree supermom wannabe for the notes…muah..muah..muah.   

So what now? The malu-malu kucing cat is starting to come out of the bag now, don’t I at least have a courtesy to explain myself as a blogger, so at least people out there could maybe better understand why I write the way I have been writing, why I only write on things of which I have been writing, if may use Denise Richard’s reality show tagline, it’s complicated. Err… no, that’s not quite how I would explain my life now, it more like it’s boring. Yes, my life is so drop dead booooring, it only revolves around work, himself, cats, kampong,  work, himself, cats, kampong, err, I probably shouldn’t be repeating typing the components of my life here … see that’s how boring my life is.

But one thing for sure there’s one element that differentiates or more like alienates me from the rest of the happy bloggers in this whole wide web world; I am a DINK, and that is why I think Denise Richard’s tagline is very true in describing my life. Not only it is boring, it’s complicated. I probably can write a book or two about the ordeal, I may even be able to grab premium membership in Orpah’s Book Club (yeah right, wistful thinking) but as it is now I don’t even want to go near to the subject matter. There’s no more tears left in that department. Subject matter closed.

I was once reminded by a blogger friend that I need not go emotional when making blog entries, and that probably explains why my previous entries are mostly a bit impersonal, but I am only human with feelings and bad days. I am what I am.

Anyway, back to the happy blogging mode, I can’t believe that it’s been 2 years since I become part of this big virtual happy family of Malaysian life bloggers. I do hope to be able to continue scribbling, pouring my heart out on things that I wish to share, sharing my takes on life both at personal as well as corporate level. Who knows there could be souls out there who may be able to gain small benefits from reading them.

Happy 2^nd Year Blogging to me. Call me MyAnneJay, still very much NJ at heart, a Malaysian Boleh! life blogger