cute!

Went to the funfair last night and the 27 year old baby of mine which I didn’t give birth to by the way, ;-) who spent 24 bucks on the games and got himself four sets of toy cars, one car ornament, one Spiderman set and one tiny plush toy which I ended up lunging here and there until we got home. No doubt who will get the toys in the end, obviously the 1 year old when he finally returns but I stole two of the cars anyway. It’s too nice to resist. I need a reminder for the childish cuteness that I saw in the overgrown big baby ;-).

Warm and fuzzy. Cuteness overload I tell you.

Right.

Have a lovely weekend people!

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This was written last week. I didnt have the time to post it!
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Marina

Man, i love her!

Shift in focus needed

MUSINGS by MARINA MAHATHIR

I RECENTLY visited my favourite museum in Istanbul. The Ayasofya (Hagia Sophia) was built in 537 AD as the most magnificent of churches by Emperor Justinian, filled with beautiful mosaics of Christian saints. When the Turks conquered Constantinople in 1453, the church was converted into a mosque.

At first the Turks preserved the mosaics and frescoes but in the 16th Century they plastered over the figures since Islam forbids human representations.

In 1935 the Ayasofya was turned into a museum and today it is remarkable not only architecturally but also because it is one of the few places where you can see Islamic symbols of worship alongside Christian ones. Our guide was proud to point out that the Ottoman sultans never destroyed the Christian artwork in the Ayasofya, recognising them as part of the heritage of their people. Restoration work is ongoing on the entire museum including the frescoes.

I realised that the respect and magnamity of the Ottoman sultans all those years ago must have been because they were absolutely secure in their faith. There was no need to destroy another religion’s place of worship, especially one so beautiful, when they had absolute confidence in their own faith and when they knew they would go on to build other beautiful buildings such as the Suleimaniye and the Blue Mosques. Such was the thinking of more than 500 years ago.
I wish people today felt as secure in themselves and their own faiths, and not see threats under every rock. It seems that if we so much as mixed with people of other faiths, or looked at icons of others, we are very likely to lose ours.

How weak we are, and how powerful we allow others to be! Therefore we need to be always penned in, protected by the most rigid of barriers. I read in wonder that according to some people, 100,000 Muslims have apostasized. How does one ever verify this number when if even one person seeks to change their religion, they will not be allowed to? It is a system guaranteed to ensure that we can never verify such numbers.
Why not focus on the more easily verifiable number, those who convert into the religion since these are very welcomingly registered?

It is a bit surprising that the very guardians of our faith are those raising alarms about the people we have “lost”. Does this mean they have not been doing their jobs? If they were CEOs of companies, this would constitute a loss and they would likely be fired. I get the feeling sometimes that we do know we are doing things wrongly, that instead of attracting people with a religion that promotes justice, equality, compassion and freedom, we are bludgeoning people with one that is joyless, uncaring, rigid and restrictive.

But for some reason, we are unable to return it to its true form because some people think that this dour interpretation is all there is. I have to wonder how a God that created so much beauty, wonder and joy in the world could be represented by such gloom.

So our insecurity leads us to keep the gates of the pen shut as tightly as possible, even as some of our people strain to get out. Yet in the Quran, God says, “Let there be no compulsion in religion. Truth has been made clear from error. Whoever rejects false worship and believes in Allah has grasped the most trustworthy handhold that never breaks. And Allah hears and knows all things.” (Surah al-Baqarah: 256)

And more: “If it had been your Lord’s will, all of the people on Earth would have believed. Would you then compel the people so to have them believe?” (Surah Yunus: 99)
The supreme irony of it all is that there have been those who have cast aspersions on the faith of the Muslims who defend the right of people to not believe. Yet if those same human rights defenders were to say, “Okay then, since you doubt my faith, don’t count me in this club”, the same accusers would refuse to let them be anything but Muslims. So the message is clear: it’s quantity, not quality. No matter how nominal or even unbelieving, let’s just keep everyone with the same label in the pen.

“So if they dispute with you, say I have submitted my whole self to Allah, and so have those who follow me. And say to the People of the Scripture and to the unlearned: Do you also submit yourselves? If they do, then they are on right guidance. But if they turn away, your duty is only to convey the Message. And in Allah’s sight are all of His servants.” (Surah Al Imran: 20)

ah

I think I am now officially part of those people who can’t survive without coffee.

Thankfully, I only can’t survive without it at office.

I try to fix it to 0 cups per day but every one hour, I have to battle with my mind not to walk to the pantry and get my daily fix.

One sip and ahhh….elixir….

Nah, I didn’t sit here to write about coffee all alone.

I’m kind of in a dazed state of mind. Probably has to do with the fact that I don’t have much to do right now. That’s when my mind goes into ‘overtime;…

Ah…finally an email…ciaoz!

:D

Happy Happy Happy Birthday Pragash! =)

Oh god, my throat hurts.

Hurts like hell.

Been coughing the whole day yesterday and I think the delicate skin of the throat cant stand all the constant trashing thus it hurts.

Doesn’t help the fact that I stuffed myself with durians last night. Just one but still…

Ooowwww…..!

I’m afraid to cough. Lozenges don’t work. It makes me mouth dry and numb.

Hurts hurts hurts.

Finding comfort in hot drinks. The scorching heat from the drink gives me a temporary relief.
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Really bored. All my jobs are pending inputs which are hard to come by.

Internet doesn’t seem interesting anymore. It’s either death or war or crap. Contributes to my moodiness. I was in a foul mood yesterday. Not the growling kind. The kind where I need a hug and comforting words. I didn’t get it. Made me feel worse.

Not that I’m such a baby all the time. But all this news makes me feel a little down. Even the trivial thing like the death of someone I don’t even know. It’s like smack, hey girl, when will your time be?

I can go on and ramble. Maybe even piss you out a little. But that’s not the reason I began this all from the very beginning.

Easy for me to write, ah, I don’t care about anything anymore. Truth is, I’m not sure what to care about right now. Everything is not here to stay.

Tough luck. I can’t swallow the truth. Oh pardon me; I can’t swallow anything right now.

Throat hurts.

Cough. Hack.

(U#*@!^^#*(!&().

Funny thing is, we are similar. You and I. Similar yet different. I hate that. It’s like saying oil and water are the same but different. Fact is, it won’t mix. Never ever. Yeah I get it. The physic. I know chemistry. Never used it much. Who cares about molecules in programming anyway?
I’m ashamed of myself at times. For being unable to judge. For being unable to differentiate. Good. Bad. In between. Based on what? The world? Social standards? Makes me feel silly. Seriously. Here I am battling the demons of my mind, trying not to trod on other people while everyone else is dancing on top of my head. Why do I even bother? Silly me.

Ramble ramble.

Perhaps I’m going nuts. Good. Like I said, I don’t feel like caring anymore. What about plans? Hello, what plans? I’m here now. Don’t ask me what I did yesterday. Don’t ask me what I’m planning to do tomorrow. Coz I don’t know. The moment is called now.

Magic. What do you call something that’s hidden? Treasure? Why is it so far? I’m not ungrateful. For many times in my life, I’m grateful.

Thank you. Thank you for being there for me. I don’t know what I would do without you, Master.

I feel like a lost child right now. I finally found the right path. But I couldn’t wait to get to the end.

Patience. Patience.

What patience?

My throat hurts.

(#@!#&&^#@*&!(*

Oh well…I think I just vomited words that doesn’t make sense. Don’t bother if you don’t either.

I’m fine. Really. =)

CoUgH. HaCk.

*&#@!^$*#$^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^!@$#$$1#$!$

Title:

Current obsession: - Sale in Malaysia.

Right place to find me: - Any shopping malls

=)
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Bad thing: - Down with flu last weekend. It’s all gone but having occasional maddening coughing fits.

Good thing: - I have all these sales going on to make me feel better, he he.

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Last time: Not interested in perfumes. Never bought an expensive one before.

Now: Mad about it. Scouring the mall for the right one. One in mind, still undecided. Fickle fickle.

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Dreaming: Of a house.

Wishing: The dream would come true.

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Not in the mood: To blog

Result: You can see it for yourself in this post

=P
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F.R.I.D.A.Y.

It’s a rather slow Friday. I don’t have much to do since most of my tasks are pending, awaiting inputs from our client.

It’s really quiet over here. Just like how I want my Friday’s to be. :-)

Spent my time yesterday playing ‘football’ with the one-year old. He lights up the moment he sees anyone playing football and every time he kicks it, he’ll shout ‘goal’. No other toys hold his attention except for the occasional cd lying about. It’s really amusing to see him play. Doesn’t help the fact that the kid is bald, I see a future Zidane, minus the head butting ;-)

Other than when he is playing ‘football’, (see I’m rather uneasy to just write ball, since it carries another crude meaning, so bear with me every time I say football in quotes), the kid is usually quiet.

Today he woke up and walked right into my room while I was getting ready to work. Started pulling everything out of my small shelf and did an adorable dance before I left. He’s sooooooo cute!

And the two-month old baby, she’s getting cuter by the day. She’s so fragile and I still don’t dare to carry her myself but it feels so nice when she responds when I talk to her. Getting my fingers gripped by her tiny hands makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. Weird, isn’t it?

And it’s nice to talk to the old auntie who is staying in the house currently. Feels good when the house is lively and homely. With all the incense fragrance wafting through the air, the stove warm and the house extra clean. And I could return home after work and talk to the auntie, play with her grandchildren and feel at ease.

Too bad they are going back today. I hope they return next week. I guess I’m at my happiest mode when ‘my house’ is occupied with a ‘family’.

I really miss my family now…

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Wanted to watch Pirates of the Caribbean (finally i got the spelling right for caribbean) but the tickets are fully booked for this weekend...sigh! Just have to try my luck right at the counter tomorrow perhaps.
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Have a great weekend!
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Excerpt

There is a plan here. And in this plan, you’re here. Life is happening. And one day, it will not.

Your troubles will be over. Nobody will bother you anymore. You won’t be there to be bothered. People will come and say nice things about you—finally. But you won’t be able to hear. That day, you won’t have uncles, you won’t have aunts, you won’t have brothers. Everything—gone.

When people hear this, they become worried, but the wise begin to see how precious an opportunity it is that they are alive. You shouldn’t feel worried; you should be thankful for having this life.

Inner contentment is there. It never goes away. All you have to do is turn inside.

WhY ThE SaMbA BoYs LosT

Got this thru the internet quite some time ago. Maybe you guys have seen it before.

Loads of crap and crab

Everything is so calm right now. But it somehow gives out this eerie vibe that something big is going to hit me splat on the face when i'm not looking. Creepy...
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I wore the France jersey to work, on Friday, 2 days before the world cup. And since Italy won, I'm getting loads of teasing from my Italy-supporting collegues. Even getting greeted like this sometimes, 'Oi France!' followed by the thumbs down sign...and i can only talk big maybe after another 4 years...why France, why? =P
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I think it has been almost 3 weeks since i last went home. I miss home =( Travelling by bus during weekends doesnt seem appealing at all, especially if the ride takes around 5 hours at least. Hope someone would drive back soon, so i could follow happily :-)
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Spent last evening playing with the babies. And while at that, i was begining to wonder how on earth did my mum take care of us, all four of us. Mothers are great, aren't they? But i wonder to myself, are kids really necessary? No no, this is not going to be another post about marriage,life partner and getting kids and freaking out...I just wondered, that's it. I sometimes think when you think too much, everything becomes complicated. I'll just go with the flow. Sometimes coming to think of it, this are things that happen along the way. Okay okay, i'll stop. No more complication. Nothing to elaborate.
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I have got way too much time right now. I need to do a test and i'm still waiting for the inputs...it's taking too long...i'm getting sick of waiting...i kind of enjoy my work right now, the modelling part. There is a lot to learn, it gets tough sometimes, but when stuff works, it's really fun. But i dislike all the configurations and stuff. My mind is not really tuned to understand all the technicality.Especially if it is about servers and stuff. But i do hope this 'enjoying my job' part would stay the same. I don't want to wake up wishing my company would blow up, like last time. =)
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I kind of wish i had been able to spend the weekend in Singapore. I wanted to go places during the weekend. It's just too bad things messed up. Sigh! But other than that, i'm happy. I prefer to sit in my KL office on weekdays. :-)
I also changed a lot of cash into Singapore Dollars. Now i'm gonna lose out when i convert it back to MYR. Eeee...geram!
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One of my colleague posted about this cute little stuff in her blog. I saw this before, in Equine Park, Jusco. I'll get it soon. It's solar powered and when it is charged, the leaves will flip flap in a smooth soft motion. It's really really cute! There are also other varieties.


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I made a new pledge to limit one cup of coffee per week. Tough decision really. And just when i was starting out, this maid in our office, she tempts me. The other day we had some ministers visiting our office and they filled the machine with some real rich quality beans and she was tempting me...'Sedap tau..cubalah'. Aduh...how la how?
So far i'm pulling through by drinking this green tea, it's damn yucky and green, but of course...i know coffee is bitter but it's yummy bitter,this green tea is yucky bitter ;-) he he!
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Okay okay...i'll begin to write silly stuff if i write too much...so i shall just publish this one for now...ciaoz...
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Oh yeah, about the crab in the title, well, i'm having this sudden craving to eat cheese crab. i had this once in a chinese restaurant. it's cooked with cheese, so the gravy is thick and cheesy, of course and yummy! But i hate having to use a tool to break the thick shells, coz it's sometimes feels like i'm doing carpentry instead of eating.
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And i just noticed, i'm making loads of spelling mistakes.In my blog and even did that in my office emails, main is spelt main, send is spelt send...grammar mistake for that...not good! Embarassing indeed!
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Okay okay, i'll stop! =D
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Update: I just realised, while reading thru my blog, i want to say send is spelt as sent, and just see what i wrote...something is wrong with me...:~(

First Brush

I almost got spit on today. Lucky I had my shield with me.

Phew.

Oh yeah, never delete your emails.

Summary again!

I write.

Yet again, another summary.

Spent Saturday lazing around in the morning. Made breakfast. Nothing great. Bread and some oatmeal drink.

Had lunch at the Titiwangsa Lake. Apparently there is this mamak stall that serves great Cendol and rojak. (Rojak = Pasembur -- in KL) So we headed off to taste it. It was okay. Nothing like the cendol in Kulim and Rojak in Penang near the coastal road. It’s super yummy.

Went to the Aquaria @ KLCC. Ticket RM 28 but it was worth it. I can’t describe my feeling. And I didn’t take any photos because the camera feel from 2nd floor during a weeding. Twice! :- (

Sucky!

Anyway, the aquaria was awesome. There was this ocean tunnel, with moving pathway. So you sort of feel like you are inside the sea. We saw this huge shark. Can’t believe for a moment that the only thing that was separating me from being chewed for lunch by a shark was a thin wall of clear glass.

Everything was so beautifully blue. Mesmerizing-ly colorful fishes. I think I saw Nemo and Dory. For a moment, I wished I could stay inside it forever.

We left around 7.30pm despite my protest to sit inside it for another hour. Hmph! Looking for place to eat and we spotted this Tourism Malaysia promotion. They had all these stalls from all different hotels. I headed for the Palace of the Golden Horses stall and has their Nyonya Laksa. It was nice. But the noodle was not the usual white noodle but it was yellow mee. Bf had mee rebus from another hotel. Had durian.
Bought 2.5 kg of mangosteen which I finished myself in one day, he he;-) followed by 5 small durians all by myself. Yummy yummy!
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Sunday.

Another lazy morning. Woke up around 9. Made breakfast.

Went for lunch around 4pm at a Nasi Kandar shop. Then a short stop at Sunway Pyramid. Then went walking around at a Pasar Malam in Subang. Made a pit stop at Mc D drive thru for my favourite Sundae! Yummy yummy! Tucked in another 1.5 kg Mata Kucing all by myself.

Had dinner at this Indian stall. It was super spicy food. My stomach is still a little upset.

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Oh, did I mention…I went to watch Tokyo Drift last month with that Golden Glass tickets. I’m lazy to elaborate but it was awesome. Both movie and the gold class cine.The movie is good if you are really into cars and not a good story line, but of course. ;-)
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The babies in the house are back. I can’t wait to go back home today and bit into their chubby little cheeks. Yummy yummy ;-)
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My vendors are back. More work :- (
Ciaoz.
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Summary

Due to some major complications with the servers here, I had to fly back to KL.

This post is not about that because if I get to that, it would be an earful.

Anyway, the good thing is I’m back. Trust me; going off overseas, near or far for work, from my experience is definitely not a holiday. Sure, you can meet new people and new places, but trust me; you either won’t have time for it or no energy for it.

I sometimes wonder how Uma is putting up with it all back in Australia.

Funny thing is, the first night in Singapore, I actually dozed off around 9.30pm, tired and with dampen spirits. I dreamt of Deepavali. No, seriously. And I was actually begging my boss to give me another 2 days off so that I could stay at home for the celebration.

And I woke up happily thinking that I don’t have to go to work that day and was a little bit confused initially wondering why I am in a different room instead of my room back in Kedah. And poof, I remembered, I was not even in Malaysia.
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I saw these really cute Aussie children on the way back. Not that I have never seen one before but these three were so lovely. Golden hair, snowy complexion, rosy cheeks and clear sky blue eyes. I just couldn’t stop looking. So were the Japanese tourists who were sitting near me.

And they were quite outspoken, daring children too, un-intimidated by the fact that they were surrounded by unfamiliar faces. I couldn’t take my off them until when one of the Japanese guy said hi to the kids and the elder child told his brother, ‘go smack him really hard’.

Man, I hate rude children. But the mother was okay. She scolded the kids and apologized.

And after that, the magic was gone.

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Remember how we like to condemn the government so much over wastage of resources. How we condemn them when we see all these unnecessary huge structures going up. A huge waste of tax payers’ money blah blah blah. What, don’t generalize? Okay okay, not we. Maybe it’s just me. Anyway, the other day I was in Putrajaya and there were a bunch of tourists who were so in awe over the structures in Putrajaya and they were ‘oohing’ and ‘aahing’ and I could feel myself swelling with pride.

Strike up a chat with fellow Malaysian and I can give you 1001 reason why Putrajaya is such a waste of money.

I’m such a confused individual, aren’t I?

So far, I have only traveled to Singapore but it is such a great feeling now whenever I step back at the Immigration checkpoint in KLIA. A huge sense of relief when I step on my very own soil.

Makes me appreciate my country.

Really.
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The other day I went to watch Vanavil Padal Thiran Potti in Bukit Jalil Sports Complex with Prem, Kashie, Sara, Satyah, Menaka and Shamini. It was so fun. We took photos with all the stars, thanks to Kashie’s friend who had access to the VIP room.

The winner certainly deserved it. Charumathi. Man, she was so good, beautiful and with great personality.
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Feeling very very bad over something. :- ( And I’m mentally exhausted. Maybe emotionally too.
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Well, that sort of summarized my life for the past few days.
Great weekend ahead for everyone.
Ciaoz.

Ugly

Ugh!

Will you just cut it out?

I wish I had known your character earlier before actually helping you out.

Now I think it is going to backfire me big time.

One thing for sure, I won’t let you sleep in peace if it ever backfires.

Quit annoying me. Quit behaving like a big overgrown damned irritating fool!

It's people like you who make the word 'help' sound like a huge sin to commit.

Stop asking dumb questions. Just stop it and get out! Out!

Pretend you don’t know me.

Coz I really wish I don’t.

I’m never ever going to help anyone anymore.

Ugh!

Why do people turn so ugly so suddenly?


I’m all packed up. Off to Singapore office again. Back after 21st. In case any one of you calls and I don’t pick up, sorry okay? I really can’t afford to pay for the roaming charges ;-)

Ciao.

A letter

Dear who-ever-who-has-too-much-free-time-to-visit-my-site,

Things are not so good for the past 48 hours.

I scalded myself thrice and wedged my fingers between the door and the wall while closing it. Boy, it hurt. And I had to refrain myself from screaming out loud because everyone else was sleeping and I didn’t exactly want to create a new serial in the middle of the night.

I couldn’t sleep the night and kept imagining a little girl with red eyes looking at me. Must have been the extra cup of coffee I had in the office. Someone apparently switched off the hall lights in the middle of the night and I had to walk in the dark, fumbling to find the light switch while pushing the thoughts of the little girl out of my head.

I’m so traumatized.

I went to the toilet. The floor was so slippery and I almost slipped. Almost. Otherwise I might be writing this with a cracked skull. Wouldn’t that be awesome?

I came to work feeling so hungry. I wanted to eat a horse but all I could find was a few dry biscuits in my Tupperware and I had to be content. Had to. I wanted to make a milky cup of Milo but today of all day; my office pantry ran out of milk.

I was given a task and I was trying so hard but nothing worked. I got so frustrated; I wanted to break my head. I think there is something wrong with me because when I get frustrated, everything begins to get into me. Even a simple tap on the keyboard sounds like a swarm of grasshoppers out to get me.

I heard somewhere that if I am having a series of bad things happening to me, something good is on the way. I do hope that is true because I really can’t afford to get myself scalded one more time. I know it’s all my carelessness and I should be more careful and stop being so superstitious but I’m planning to go get a clover and never let a black cat cross my path any day.

On a different thought, I guess I should be counting my blessings and think of all those volcanic lava that never managed to touch my skin.

I know I’m not making any sense and this is just plain nonsense but then again, I’m just a very disturbed individual today. Ignore me.

Love,
Bhima