The New President

The company I work went through a recent take over by an american technology corporation based in the US. Boo yah! Bring it on. The yanks saw this company as a money spinning technology company that was poised to take on the world and to produce revolutionary electronics what would reshape the GPS navigation landscape. Yup we were seen as that promising. If only they knew the real things that we got on with from 8-5. I only wished that half of what I said was true. So within 3 months of buying us up, they sent Gorankivic a company man from the US office to run things here as the new president. Now I have not yet spoken to him but seeing him walk by the office told me that he was a proper company man that was sent to run things americano style. When he arrived, the senior managers were aprehensive and negatively opinionated about the new chief. You see management were worried that their fat salaries would be restructured for whats its worth. They worried about their $1million houses and how they were going to be paid if anything went different on the salary side. These were the worries that came along with the new president.

I later found out that Gorankivic was serbian american and had worked as a key manager in some of the parent company's other subsidaries and that this president position was to reward him for some his his good work done in the US. Funny enough, my team lead is resigning pretty soon and his replacement is Hymei, a snr engineer from the palm OS team. Incidently Hymei is also serbian and came here about 4 years ago following his parents who were biological scientists working in the city. I have a pretty good relationship with Hymei and he sits just behind me. We hang out pretty often and relate better as both of us are foreigners I should say. Last week Hymei started hangging out with our president Gorankivic as both some from the same neighbourhood in Serbia i am told. Talk about connection to the main man. Heck if hymei does connect with upstairs this puts me in a better position to voice out issues i reckon. Already I know that the president is dissapointed with our product. He tells Hymei that in Minnesota, his merc has an incar unit that could get GPS signals even from his basement car park, while our product requires like a drive a round the block before signal is established. Little thoughts of the president like this do add up and amount to something.

The days here were getting more fashinably monotonous and less exciting. I hear that when this happens, its time to leave. Leave I would like but where shall i be employed then? Its not that this city is a big and full of oppertunities as good old KL. Even now I hear jobs are dwindling back home. So for a city of just 1million inhabitants, the next place of employment would be a worry if i left here. There are 2-3 good companies recruiting but I wouldn't stake my money on those places being a fun'ner place to work or more lucrative to work in for all that its worth. Thank god for the weekend.

Life -O- Life

Can't believe it. Petrol goes up to USD60 per barrel and Petronas is organizing another street party as its profits soar. While the govt is fixed on passing the new prices to the consumer, Petronas is drying up our oil reserves by increasing their production and doubling their management salaries. Now with the economy drying up and jobless grads so plentifull like prostitues in federal hotel, i do believe that some people should be more reserved and responsible in displaying immediate wealth. Especially when its the country's unshared wealth that is flashed. After pillaging the coasts of tregganu for its natural resources for decades, BN Petronas decided that they would stop payments to the newly elected PAS govt for all the oil they've been taking of the state's coast. Its its all free oil for them, just like the money the make from selling it. All free.

So why are we alright with higher petrol prices when already almost everything we spend on, from toll to fish prices goes up as a tail-whirl effect? How does this justify the fate of normal wage earning families with mouths to feed? And with unemployment on the rise, I wonder whose doing the inflation control? Zeti? Samy? Whats more, cars are 200% taxed and everybodys ok with it. Heck my ALevel friends are even spending more on second cars, than I ever did on a house! I just don't get it. Are we really sure of economic sustainity? Are our jobs so secured that we could be guaranteed of salary incentives going up for the forth comming years? God I wished I could strip naked and protest in front of KLCC against big oil companies depleting our natural resources and not giving anything back.

Most of my friends tell me that their salary increaments are about as often as a politician apologizing. Never, almost. But yet, everything is going up in prices. Even an oil message with KiKi from China, at the Armada Hotel is more expensive now. Will our lives be forever changed to accomodate these new prices? Would a second job now be normal thing for our society? Would this also then create a whole new generation of urban misfits and delinquents who now lack basic paternal guidance when their parents are too busy working a second job to pay for the new sofa. I am so messed up, I need to sit.

Drifting away from it all. I am however impressed by the positivity shown by the faces i have seen, the characters I have known and the personalities I have met. Not a glit of dispair, frustration or desperation shown. Its people are truly amazing. What great patients and unreal forgivefullness in them. The smile and embrace me with their warmth and love. I am lucky to know of a place that beacons of love and respect, like no other place on this earth. Its these reasons that make me want to return sooner. These reasons that make me want to smile and stay here, permanently. For the little things and the other things in life, home will be home. This will be home. Hi Jack! No! my name is not Jack. (shows gun) Hijack!

How bout 1 for the Road darling?

The recent weeks have been pretty gruelling with the old product finally all wrapped up and the roll out of the new product. All happening within the span of the last 2 weeks. I was absolutely busy, so much so that I didn't even have the time to visit an old friend when she was back in town over last weekend. Jeanna is a sweet 24 yo natural blonde with freckled skin thats smooth around the naked bum and smoother just around the hard nipples. Shes about 5'5", has nice medium sized boobies, a hard bum and has legs like a p0rn star. She dresses to flirt most of the time, especially during those desperate moments and shrugs off her bra whenever she gets a chance to. Guys on the street just love oggling her assest i noticed, which i think is rather voyueristicly sexy. I love seeing her erect nipples flank through her top on cold days. The fact that shes got a bf doesn't bother me a bit, in fact i think its cool that she gets to change flavours depending on her mood. Just like most guys i know do. I'm also happy that other persons gets to experience the excitement and pleasures that come from devouring this shag nymph and hearing her scream your name and whisper that she loves you as she lets you in. Sweet mama.

I met Jeanna about a year ago when she was working as a sales chick at the local FoodTown outlet. It was the afternoon and she looked innocently pretty in uniform with black stockings on her yellowish winter skin. Her shirt had buttons holding it down as it streched to contain her fleshy breasts that seemed they were popping out to greet me that afternoon. I was looking at her some muffins when she came by to say hi and to introduce me to her muffins their new line of products. She talked and talked ..and all the time i was looking at her red angelina jolie lips and restraining myself from making love to them. She knew there was an attraction there and i made no attempt to hide it. Signaling to her with body language and sending her signals to unclothe me then to let me show her penetration ecstasy .. again ...and again .. and again.

I finally snapped out from my wet day dream about Jeanna when she offered to show me where i could get decent coffee around the area. We exchanged names and promised to meet up after work in front of the supermarket that day. I gave her a warm last look, mainly at her boobies quantifying whether the width of my palm would fit the diameter size. I licked my lips and gave her a sensual John Wayne smile before heading off back to work. Walking back to the office I was almost run over by a dark VW when i swayed off the footpath as naked images of Jeanna sitting on me while she screams and cluthes her breasts, keep playing in my mind. Every dawg has his day. Was this mine? Only 1 way to find out.

At 5 that evening, i put my documents aside, turned off my PC and walked towards the FoodTown supermart, which was about 7 mins away from the office. Jeanna was already waiting in front of the supermart block. She was wearing a tight top and a short mini, obviously already changed from her Foodtown uniform. Looking at her, its hard to ignore her pencil-like nipples pointing skyward through her tight top that bares the shape of her curved toned breasts. I wonder if there is an exercise for shaping breasts? If there was one, it would be called jeanna. Her short minis, wasn't too short but short enough to show off her smooth skinny legs i so want to touch at that moment. We proceed on to the spanish cafe down the street and ordered 2 sets of coffee to drink.

Having coffee while restraining yourself from ripping her clothes off and rocking love on the comfortable sofa was so difficult. But i managed to do it, while keeping my sanity somehow. We casually chatted about life, work and love before she invited me over to watch the 70s Show at her place. I paused for the moment and nodded my head to show that shes in control and the ball is in her beaver court.

Jeanna lived with divorced mum, who rarely comes home with her partner. I only saw her mum twice ever, once topless for that matter. Probably after she had just had one in the bedroom and was going to the fridge for some bites. when she saw me, she just smiled and covered her sagging boobies with her bare hands. It was nothing new for an innocent virgin like me. Back to the story, when we got to her place it was about 9 and we watched some TV before she crouched over to give me a snogg. One thing led to another and before you know it i went under and got unconscious suffocated by her perky boobies that were rather rosy in colour suggesting that she'd been sunbathing recently. As i went under, i could hear orgasmic rhythm being swuaved to as she mounts and forces penetration on a dry surface. Pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. I reached around her waist to clunch a grasp of her firm bum, as the pace quickens. At this point my eyes grown faint and i fall into a deep deep unconscious state only to be awakened by her radio alarm clock at 5am. Time flies don't it baby? Bye now kiss kiss. I almost felt like duece biggolo the fishy tank cleaner, as i drove of from her porch into the darkness of the nite with a smile on my face and a fire in my pants.

Jeanna was indeeed a sweet chick. Sweeter on the inside i have to say. Her skimpy normanic body and toned bum kept me going for the next year or so before she moved out to Hamilton a few months back. And last weekend she called to say that she was in town briefly and staying at her mom's. As expected, I was invited over at about 9ish to caress the places she liked to be caressed in, and to mass thrust her in areas the tells me to, like a naughty school teacher instructing her curious student. But sadly, due to a demanding work schedule, i had to miss out. They'll be other times, i'm sure. A happy cat always comes back for for more i reckon.

Goodbye to Sandra Dee

I had the whole weekend just thinking about stuff that i'd been wanting to experiment with on my winCE based application running on my Intel ARM Xscale device. Hell yeah. Since last week, I got an mp3 player running on my application and showed it to my PM, who seemed to love the idea of me tweaking the application and getting all sorts of gizmos running on it, so he could churn another product with these extra bits to reach ultimate KPis in his quest for company stardom. You see, if the company ever had a pin-up poster boy as a star, this guy was it. Hes successfully architectured 2 very profitable projects, managed the company's product roadmap for a year and single handedly brought company profits up by 30% through the projects he worked on. Hes fast, aggresive, witty and has a bottomless passion for technology on embedded devices. Probably the best PM i've ever worked with. Hes around 40yo and has had an amazing carreer with solid exposure running shows for big corps like Sony, Yahoo europe and Intell Australia. Hes even got exposure assisting Petronas installing their card based systems through a south african company as fronting the job. So working with him has really given me that boost from his know-how and drive. So when he'd heard about me getting my app to run shell winCE apps, he was really excited and wanted more.

The weekend was a long one. Queens b'day weekend the locals called it. It was 8 in the morn when i called up sandra to ask her out for a movie. Picking up the phone, a tired hung over voice at the end of the line told me that she'd been out partying last nite and probably had too much to drink for that matter. And here i was calling her up at 8 to ask her out to the mall. Nevertheless she still spoke to me in the most gentle feminine voice that would come out from her. She said she'll be ready in 1 hour and she'd see me out in her front yard. I was almost relieved that sandra, the girl from the office was cool about accompanying her workmate to drift at the mall. At exactly 9 i was already in front of sandra's 3 bedroom weatherboard house that she shared with her housemates, who seemed pretty cool about parading around the house in just their knickers, even when i come around to to chat about work with sandra. The whole house would be watching telly in their knickers and i'd just smile and try not to make it too obvious that i'm gazing them ripe but tight buns as they ignore my dirty looks. Sandra was the more conservative one, prefering to cover up when im around.

Sandra was already waiting outside for me by the time i arrived. She was in jeans and a heavy brown pull over that day. It had been cold all week and winter was fast approaching. I wasn't particularly dissapointed that she wasn't wearing anything sexy or so. After all sandra wasn't exactly a hot babe. Shes about 5'5" and has brownish hair with a freckled face. Her body was kind of thinnish with a rather flabby bum, older looking than her age of 29. Shes been married once but i hear its only lasted for a year or so. Shes alright but not the kind of person u'd have wet dreams about. As sandra sat down next to me, i put on some jazz on the radio and drove straight to the mall. Driving to the mall, sandra and i chatted about office politics and bitched about the office brit wankers and how they were getting too many. We reached the mall in no time at all and did coffee first before proceeding to buy star wars tickets.

The movie was ok but i didn't really enjoy it as much as i had first anticipated. Driving sandra home was another feat as she lived on the other side of the mall and i had to make turn intersection turns to get back on the main road to reach home. But it was a rather pleasant drive as sandra talked about her personal life and eventually about how little she was getting 'it'. She mentioned that her busy schedule was eating up her social life and was not getting laid as often. Poor sandra, maybe if she dressed a little more tartier and lost the bra, her chances of scoring would be better. But i stopped at that as i was pretty tired then and wanted to get home asap ready for work the next day. As i pulled up her drive way, she invited me in for coffee.

"Your eyes are really red, tired huh? come in for a quick coffee to stop u falling a sleep on the wheel." sandra spoke in avery nervous voice i remembered.

At first i hesitated as i was tired out of my mind and was looking forward to some zzzzzz but then maybe she wants me to watch her while she does her housemate or some kind of kinky fun that includes wendy, her half asian-half-aussie housemate whose perky bum crack has a habbit swallowing the thin knicker lines, when she walks around the house half naked.

"Ooohhh ... alright i'll come in only for a while." i shot back and smiled tastefully as i got down from the car and followed her into her house. The house was dark and sandra switched on all the lights as she came in. Looking around, i was dissapointed to see that the house was indeed empty and that none of her knicker wearing housemates were around to give me notty glances. Darn. i sat myself down on the dinning while she dissapeared into the back to make coffee i reckoned.

"Sandra .. i take mine black with 2 sugars k ..." i said in a rather loud manner, trying to drown the noises she was making in the kitchen. About a minute later sandra came out from the kitchen with my coffee. Comming out from the kitchen i was absolutely shocked to see her with streams of tears running down her cheeks.

"Whats happened? Are you alrite? Whats wrong?" i calmly asked.

"I did it last month with a stranger i met in a bar while drunk, and now i think i'm pregnant. What do i do? How shall i get over this?" she said crying as she said this.

I just shook my head, drank my coffee and told her to sleep it off.

"It'll be better tomorrow dahling. After all tomorrows another day." kinda reminds me of Rhett Butler said to scarlet o'hara, except sandra was more a courtney love than a scarlett o'hara. I drove my ass home and slept like a baby.