Taking the stairs.

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Menara TM had a fire drill today, and with great fortune on our side, my office is so fatalistically positioned on the 49th and 48th floor (the highest office block out of the 55 floors). 50 floors, approximately 1250 stairs steps and 28 freaking minutes later my legs couldn’t stop wobbling.

To put things in perspective, the time it took to walk down was the equivalent to watching one episode of Friends, with an extra 5 minute commercial thrown in there for ya.

You know, it’s so comforting to know that in the event of a catastrophe, there are only two outcomes: (1) that you’ll probably be the last to reach the bottom, resulting in the entire building crumbling on you or (2) the possible of you reaching the bottom faster than anybody else from the 49th, the express way, flat and splattered. Both of which is a consequence of you not ever living again.

But I’ll choose the latter; because at the very least you get an enjoyable free fall trip down with the hope that somehow you miraculous begin to fly or someone or some thing breaks your fall, enough for you to live a paralytic life. You dream big when you’re about to unintentionally die.
I know, I know I can’t be comparing it to the likes of KLCC and the KL tower, I seriously feel for you people working there now… but it sure sucks more to be you heh.



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My Facebook sparkles!

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And yours can too! Mind you, this will probably be cool (in a feminine kinda way) for the first 10 seconds before it starts to physically blind and annoy you.

So to physically blind and annoy you:

While on your facebook page:
Press up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, and Enter.
Now, click/scroll your mouse away.


Viola instant glitter. Just like putting pizza in a microwave.

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Mercedes Month #2

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cognac brown is ze best!

A lot has been happening the past month.
Skipping the rather platonic matter, I finally sat in the new C-class, more notably the ‘C230 Avantgarde’ aka just the cooler C to drive. And sitting in one felt real good; it felt racy with elegance. Although it was a short trip round a few corners, it was definitely something, a car I would realistically dream of getting... without the alternative of selling my soul to the devil of course.

Besides that, there has also been some sneaky Mercedes stuff we did, although that has to remain ‘as is’ till…uh, soon.



the interior picture only depicts the same C-class I drove, except for the steering wheel which was actually a 3 spoke.

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Recap: Oktoberfest

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Oktoberfest hosted by Euro Deli at Mercedes ATC. Weirdly a closed-open event that anyone could have come, if they only knew.

So what else can Oktoberfest be than loads of Germany food, beer and of course more Germans under one roof than I have ever seen. What else is weird is that, there were a number of (devious spies pretending to be simple) BMW employees in Mercedes territory, which I find totally odd and just despicable. But I guess beer brings everyone together huh.

 

Michael & Mellanie

Useless-proclaimed wingwoman that never got me the girls, Lisa

 

Part of the MBM workforce

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That was it.

Having grown up as a kid, watching his moves in awe and mimicking them later with constant repetition of his songs echoing my hallways; I’m definitely fortunate to have been in the same ‘living’ era as Michael Jackson, more importantly to have somewhat grown up with him, in my music life. The movie-mentary reveals Michael in his truest form, so a tune, a perfectionist; almost genius-like in his zeal to entertain the people he allegedly loved to death.

A happy ending. Ironically. I say if you’re MJ, and you wanted to be remembered for only eternity, why not do it colossally right? After all, people are always more vigilant when matters of life and death are involved. I’m not saying he did it on purpose, but still what a way to go eh? I’ll give Michael props for that.

Creativity: 9/10 but only because Marilyn Monroe, Kurt Cobain and Heath Ledger did the whole overdose thing already and seriously it’s getting old. I want more heroic deaths like… owh… the army.

 moonwalking on a tank!? wicked!

But they’re not famous, haven’t had bathes in a long time and probably talentless. Lackluster. Sigh, I despise how the average human brain works.

Coming back, years from now I can see myself watching MJ videos in front of my StarWars-like Helio 3D Display thingy-ma jig telling my children how boys wanted to be like him, and girls wanted to be with him, regardless of how old or young they were, where they were from or what language was spoken, his music universally crossed all borders and he was undoubtedly the greatest entertainer that ever lived.

And that is a massive understatement.



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