Wedgie

Someone asked me if the title of my blogs have anything to do with what I write. No. Zip. Nada. I just whack in whatever comes to my cranium.

I just checked my mailslot and I found this one ruler with an integrated calculator. There was a note "Thanks for making the XXXX project a success". Tiew Niama. I squeezed blood from a stone for that project to go live on time, ahead of budget (i still had RM500K left as a buffer) and all I get is some cheap RM5 ruler (or as the vendor would say "lulel")? Nahia man!

Anyway, back to that vendor... I met them at KL Hilton for lunch. Wah.. all tokok and sing song and completely zero substance man. They had one guy who had this name card "Solution Architect". I spar with the fellow...
Me: "Eh... your solution, how do I integrate with it"
Soln Arch: "err.. dono.. can I get back to you?"
Me: "Well, surely you know, ya? Izit via some SOAP call, JAAS, some encrypted cookie, via certificates or what?"
Soln Arch: "J-A-A what har?"
Me: "Never mind.. does your solution do provisioning"
Soln Arch: "Kong Simi ha? What dat provizioning har?"

At least I got a free lunch.

Better still, it was at the Chinese restaurant, and I got to oogle at the waitresses who had cheongsams with slits right up to their arm pits.

Talking abt girls.. one thing that puzzles me is in KL, you see damn a lot of women, who, from behind, look damn solid molid. Shapely, curvy, nice ass. But the moment they turn around, alamak, you feel your stomach turn. I call them Decepticons. Why har?

In Singapore, you get a lot less of that. Nice ass means nice front. But in KL, nice ass not necessarily equates to a nice front. Puzzling eh?

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