Whisper of the heart

Anger

2008-06-25T23:00:00.002+08:00

Here i begin all over again, something which i have left off for such a long time. The passion of writing just flickered, but didn't burn for some time. Now I have to paste my emotions on this virtual page, to cool off the anger in my mind.

How good life will be if you can only be with people who love you or at least like you and no one else in between? Why do I need to come across people who are absolute pigs even when I never did anything to provoke them in the first place. I am a person who enjoys being quiet. I enjoy my space. I talk when I feel it is necessary and it is mostly to people I am comfortable with. Hey, but that is not an invitation to attack me!

Recently two people entered my life. Okay one I know earlier. Another a newbie. Ah the haughtiness, the demands and the controlling obsession...

I am going to snap one day...I hope it won't be too ugly...

2007-07-26T11:06:00.000+08:00

Hi all,

I am not sure if anyone is ever checking this blog. But the reason why I am writing now is because i would like to update on the story i wrote some time back. I am posting up the entire story again and will continue updating it over the weeks (hopefully) just to finish it up.

Well, if you had been following it, there's more! Enjoy! I haven't found a title yet though...

She sat in the corner wondering where she went wrong. She wondered where it all began…

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It was the month of August. Yes, she remembered it now. It was vivid. He was walking down the marble stairs of the police station clutching an official looking documents. She was climbing up the stairs to lodge a complain. Her small apartment down in the suburb was ransacked the night before, leaving her almost penniless except for a meager amount in the bank. It was her fault, she knows very well. Being almost lazy to do official transactions, she kept her savings in a small, almost rusty square tin given by her childhood friend a long time ago.

When she saw the mess in her house, she almost sighed a breath of relief. The tin was so rusty, she assumed the thief would have ignored it but it was right before her eyes fell on the mantelpiece where that tin was placed, always. It was almost assuring for her to see it everyday when she comes home, thinking that would be the money she would be using for her marriage when she finally finds that someone. Assuring until that day, when her frantic eyes began looking for the tin. The mantelpiece was empty. Empty. As empty has the hallow that her heart has seem to sunk in suddenly. She almost felt like kicking herself in the rear.

It was that evening when she rushed to the police station to lodge a report and she saw him. Men don’t usually interest her, except those who look like Roman gods, but this one held her attention even though her mind was half mad wondering how she would find all that stolen money.

He had an unusual gait. Slow, steady, patient, like time was his slave. He didn’t exactly resemble a Roman God but he oozed charm which held her enchanted for a moment. There was slight arrogance in him which usually repels her had it been some other man but this one provoked her interest and curiosity. She was piqued at herself for her foolishness. She was there for a serious issue. It wasn’t the right time to ogle at some stranger, albeit a charming one.

She tore her gaze away and walked up the steps, holding a breath as she drew near him. His scent was over powering. Masculine yet gentle. She stopped and stared. She couldn’t resist. The temptation was too strong.

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He turned and looked at her. Eye brows half raised, he smiled.

“Ah, my heart is melting”, she said to herself silently and walked away, cursing her sudden boldness to stare openly at a stranger.

“How rude, you should have smiled back instead of walking away,”, said the tiny voice in her head. She shook her head slowly and fastened her pace, only to lose her balance and tumble halfway. She let go of the small golden clutch held tightly in her hands and frantically held the banister to stop herself from falling. She gained her composure but the clutch flew open, emptying its contents on the cold marble steps.

She drew a sharp breath and looked at all her make-up, pathetically on display. He was standing still, looking at her. Flushed with embarrassment, she bent down and picked her things, muttering to herself when a moment later, he was beside, helping her.

“It’s okay. I can pick it up myself”, she hear herself telling him.

He just smiled and continued helping her. She hurriedly stuffed her things back into her clutch, hastily said her thanks and walked away. She was too mortified that she just wanted to leave.

“Miss!”, she heard him calling. She didn’t want to turn and face him again. Her pace quickened.

She heard him calling again, this time with a little more urgency. “Miss, you forgot this!” she turned only to see him hold her pink blush, the one with the silly Hello Kitty sticker on the lid.

She grabbed it and ran into the office without a word.
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It took her sometime to get her report lodged and the old and worn out policeman who attended to her seem disinterested with her distress. Dejected, she left the building forgetting her little episode hours before, only to see him standing there, leaning lazily on the balustrade. He looked up and smiled again. She willed the earth to open up and swallow her whole.
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She couldn’t sleep that night. The lost money and her messy apartment kept her awake all night. She tossed and turned, trying to find a nice spot and wishing for a deep, dreamless slumber but ended up feeling flustered and prickly. She got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. It was a rather dark, moonless night. She switched on the kitchen light, poured herself a glass of milk and sat on the counter, feeling almost sorry for herself.

It was then when she remembered him and her dramatic fall. She felt like laughing now.

“He must have thought I’m such a klutz”.

She felt silly again but her heart felt warm now.

“I must say, he was rather charming”, she said to herself. A smile crept up and the corners of her lips twitched. She forced herself not to smile although no one was there to judge. She just didn’t want to.

“Forget him”, she said out loud. Her milk all downed, she rinsed the slender glass and walked back to her bedroom in the small apartment. The moment she hit her bed, she slept peacefully.

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She was rudely woken up the next day when the phone in hall, rang. She cursed whoever who was calling and pulled a pillow over her head to muffle the sound. It was the weekend after all. She wanted to sleep longer. Waking up only brought her more misery.

The phone stopped ringing for a moment, only to begin again. Annoyed, she woke up and dragged her feet to the hall, cursing the cold marble floor and almost everything that got on her way.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Ms. Anita?”

“Yes?”

“Hi, I’m calling from the police station. We found your… erm…tin?”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, please come and collect it as soon as possible. Bye”

“Hey, wait! Is the money sti…?”

Click.

“Rude bastard”, she muttered to herself and got ready to get to the police station while keeping her fingers crossed that her savings in the tin was still intact. Somehow, she has a nasty feeling that it won’t be but she kept praying all the way.

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An hour later, she walked out of the station clasping the rusty tin. The money was stolen and the men at the station made fun of her tin. Spirits dampen, she walked over to the park nearby and sat on a wooden bench, sobbing.

“Hi, we meet again”
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Her heart made a slight leap hearing that voice. Turning slightly, she saw from the corner of her eyes, the same familiar stranger, looking at her curiously.

“Are you alright?”

Silence.

She doesn’t know why she keeps ignoring him. She continued pretending rather unsuccessfully that she didn’t hear him.

An uncomfortable silence ensued.

“Why do you freeze when you see me?”

That sentence made her heart leap and a moment later fizz into a flurry of anger.

“I don’t freeze when I see you. I’m just ignoring you, can’t you see?”

A sarcastic reply escaped her lips. Regret followed a minute later. She didn’t really want to hurt his feelings.

“Oh, I am sorry then. I’ll leave.”

He turned and walked away slowly, a look of hurt on his face. It tore her heart a little and ….

“Wait.”

Her lips surprised her. He stopped in his tracks and turned back slowly.

“I am sorry. I shouldn’t have been so rude. I am so sorry; it’s just that I had so many things in my mind.”

“Oh, that’s alright. You looked worried and I was concerned but I forgot I was a total stranger.”

“I’m sorry again.”

“Want to go for a cup of coffee down the block?”

His straightforwardness surprised her. She looked up into his eyes.

“…. Or should I leave again?”

She smiled.

A cup of coffee never tasted better than that day.

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Break!

2006-12-14T17:21:00.000+08:00

My colleague sent out an email to his wife in Australia asking her to give him a nice sentence to write on a wedding gift card. One of my ex-colleague is getting married this weekend...

The reply from his wife:-

Dear ------,

Congratulations on your marriage. Hope you wife doesn't turn out to be a total bitch just like mine.

Regards,

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Lol:-)

Nov?

2006-11-30T17:00:00.000+08:00

I just felt that there is a need for this post.

A lot of things just totally changed for the past few weeks. I had chance to travel, to see some countries. Grateful I am indeed but it doesn’t seem glam to me, like how I used to think it should be.

On my last trip back, the moment I arrived back in KLIA, I had a bad news from home and I rushed back to Kedah right on the spot. The news was hard to swallow, even now I feel sad whenever I think about it. I guess I am growing up and all that I used to think will be with me forever will one day go away. I just can’t bring myself to swallow that. I shudder now. The bond is so strong, breaking it will be like breaking my heart into two, and it will never heal. Ever.

I still could not swallow the news, real as it is. Just the other day I was sitting in my office and the thoughts came in, probably reality just sunk too hard, I keeled over and rushed to the toilet and cried my hearts out. Then I wiped my tears, patted my face dry and walked out smiling again. I feel like a dummy sometimes, a dummy in a puppet show.

I just hope everything turns out fine and there will be no more bad news from home. The funny thing is, even though I feel sadness is killing me inside out, I do feel alive. Not from the pain but the fact that I am alive and I should be thankful. It’s a good thing I have something so strong to hold on to that I don’t get completely blown away. I know I say I’m being killed and then the next minute I say I feel alive. Sometimes words just can’t explain things.

2007. If things go according to the project plan, I would be celebrating New Year in another country. If it was me a few years ago, I would probably jump up and down in glee but right now, I’m still wreaking my brains trying to find someone else to replace me.

;-)

.....

2006-11-08T15:32:00.000+08:00

I am slowly beginning to get what i have always dreamt of but now that i am there, i feel it's neither glamorous nor worth talking about.

I am happy being silent right now. I am beginning to be independant. I have something to be really happy about, it gives me happiness that nothing else could ever give me and it is indeed a great relief that nobody could ever take it away from me.

I won't be updating this blog for a very long time. Silence no longer seems deafening.

:-)

ugh again!

2006-09-29T17:37:00.000+08:00

I am so damn pissed with someone i just feel like ------- on --- ----.

And please dont bother messaging me asking who...and no, no foul word is on in blanks.

Sigh!

2006-09-25T18:49:00.000+08:00

I’m so tired of things that are going around me.

And I’m so tired of getting tired of all these.

It’s funny. I thought I had come so far but now suddenly, I feel the blues when I wake up in the morning, dreading the day.

I’m tired of crying and muffling the sound with my pillow, trying to keep all my despair to myself.

Sigh. I just don’t want this right now. I have had enough.

Ugh!

2006-09-20T08:29:00.000+08:00

Just got the project schedule for the next three months.

I just want to scream.

Clear

2006-09-15T08:29:00.000+08:00

Everything that was driving me to almost boiling point has now been cleared. It’s a good thing to just confront directly and get everything sorted out, instead of voicing displeasure from the back and getting frustrated. I do value the way the person digested it and acted accordingly. Now that everything is clear, I can have two great days ahead for the weekend.

I was supposed to go home earlier to get back to my book. I’m rather obsessed really. But the production system services which we had to fine tune earlier choose precisely 7pm when I was about to pack up for the day; to spit out error messages and since I was the only one left with the vendor, we both had to scramble to get things done. It’s funny really now that I think about it, but my probability of getting fired relies heavily on a single machine in production. If i don't mess the application and there are no errors in production, I stay. If it screws up, my job’s screwed as well. Talk about machine invasion…

My colleague brought me some books by Sophie Kinsella, so with four books, a wedding dinner, a movie date and random outings with sweet bf lined up, I do have my weekend pretty occupied.

Have a good day. Ciaoz!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

2006-09-14T11:37:00.000+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SWEETEST GEM, MY MOTHER ;-)

Bookie!

2006-09-14T08:29:00.000+08:00

I walked around a nearby bookstore when I was left alone to wander for about one and a half hour after work. I decided to do myself a favor and get some books to relive my reading passion. Sidney Sheldon was in my list, although I was deeply disappointed with ‘The Other Side of Midnight’.

I scoured each shelf but was unable to spot any books by him so I enquired with the assistant who was good enough to rush to my assistance but they only had two books left, one was his autobiography, ‘The Other Side of Me’ and most autobiographies bore me to death. ‘Naked face’ was old and torn at the sides so I decided to take a peek at the top 10 list pasted on the wall and my eyes caught on the first in the list, The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger. I don’t exactly buy a book based on its popularity but it looked and sounded promising. Besides who could actually resist something that has the word ‘Prada’ printed on it. I asked the assistant to unwrap the plastic cover and took the book to a corner to read before deciding to buy it. I have turned extra cautious when buying books now, since one of the last books I bought, Chicken Soup for the Soul; which was meant for those who are working was utterly boring and I’m still forcing myself to read it for my money’s worth.

Decided to get the book and walked around to check out the rest of the bestsellers. Books by Dan Brown dominated the main display area. I actually tried reading Da Vinci Code which I borrowed from my brother but the first 30 pages failed to hold my interest as well. I will force myself to read it again as I am curious why a fictional story got the world into a spasm of frenzy. I have read his ‘Digital Fortress’ and that book was a real captivating thriller and would be borrowing ‘Deception Point’ from my brother to read during my big break next month.

I then spotted ‘How to kill a Mocking Bird’ on sale for 20%. Grabbed it as well since the title has always piqued my interested but I never got around buying and reading it. Living on a meager student’s allowance never really allowed me to lavish myself with expensive books last time. Got to the counter to pay and the cashier was nice enough to give me another 10% rebate although I was not a member. I purchased both books for about MYR 46, a good bargain indeed.

I was actually reading up on Jeffrey Archer’s Honour Among Thieves, limiting myself to 10 pages per day. I have been a huge fan of Archer as well, relishing on his Kane and Abel series but this book about the Middle East and US conflict of power failed miserably to appeal to me especially with the fact that I could actually watch the ‘real’ movie every time I tune in to the CNN and Buletin Utama. I got this book for my brother who loves reading about war, crimes and national heroes but he asked me to keep it until his exams are over.

Last night I pulled out Archer’s book under my bed and returned it to my small bookshelf to be read later and unwrapped The Devil Wears Prada. Now, I am not planning to give a book review on this one but I found it outrageous and funny, a perfect combination. I started reading around 10 pm and was unable to call it quits until 3 am. I still have another half a book to finish and I just can’t wait to finish work today and continue with it.

I came to work with hardly 4 hours of sleep and downed half a mug of freshly ground coffee. Not exactly the Starbucks tall latte Miranda Priestly has in the morning, but hey, who’s complaining?

Stressed yet still fine

2006-09-12T17:40:00.000+08:00

I’m suddenly very stressed out today. I am not happy with things that have been going on for a few days. It’s unprofessional, it’s back-stabbing.

I’m trying not to focus on the negative side but somehow I’m worried if I ignore it now, it will turn into a huge black hole that sucks everything in, all at one go, leaving me completely helpless.

I am not happy with a few things that I have done myself and I could not stop feeling bad about it. Just hate facing a situation when every human touch gets flushed down the toilet and it’s now which head you step on to get to the prize.

I’m stressed. I am unsure how to handle this situation at hand, which I need to face by tomorrow before it gets out of hand.

Been awfully quiet the whole day. I hate talking when I don’t feel like myself.

It’s a good thing I could close my eyes and everything else that revolves around this world seems insignificant and I have someone who is not physically with me to thank for.

Somehow deep inside I am very grateful for the great blessing in my life right now.

The Little Guy in the House

2006-09-11T18:59:00.000+08:00

This is the little guy who lives in the house im currently renting. He's about 1 year plus and very very naughty.

His daily routine in the morning would be to wake up and cry when the mother and father leaves to work, and get pacified by the maid followed by another cry when i get downstairs to bathe and getting pacified by the maid again and then another cry when i leave to work.

Suprisingly he didn't cry at all this morning.

At night, he would refuse to sleep early and the father would then walk him around the house. Too pampered for my liking sometimes, if my kids cry too much unnecessarily, they would get spanking from me.

He's also very facinated by my room and would come in and take something along with him, last week it was my shampoo that went missing.

He's also obssessed with football and will not play with any other toys. Cars and action figures would not get his two cents worth. He would kick the football around the house and scream 'Goal' with his hands up the air with every kick. Cute! Probably he's meant to take our embarassing Malaysian football team from the local cup level to World Cup championship. Next Ronaldino ! :-)

And he has this cutest rat like smile that shows his two front white teeth. It's nice to have kids at home. They take your mind off the world.

Me Room

2006-09-11T17:59:00.001+08:00

Weekend was spent at home. It was super good to be home with all the siblings back as well.

Already applied long leave for Deepavali. Can't wait!

I'm so tired right now. Went out for lunch at Secret receipe, bought back Caramel cheese cake, yet to taste. The afternoon sun seems to be sucking out the energy from me.

Anyway, i spent decorating the walls of my room a few weeks back. The hearts are made out of coloured paper i bought ages ago from MPH. The Poohs I got from a local Pasar Malam.

My heart Just Cracked Into Two

2006-09-11T17:59:00.000+08:00

Happy Anniversary

2006-09-10T15:21:00.000+08:00

ZZZZZZZ

2006-09-08T14:14:00.000+08:00

It’s Friday and I’m so not in the mood to stay awake. I want to sleep, sleep, sleep. Been lagging on the sleep department lately.

Wait ah minute, I don’t feel like blogging now. Bye.

Cuti cuti

2006-08-30T08:14:00.000+08:00

I just realized that we don’t have any proper online bus ticket reservation system. No, plusliner.com does not count. Why? Try logging in to the system and click on the ticket reservation tab. It will return to the login page again, login, click again and bam, login page again. It’s like playing a silly pointless clicking game with that stupid website and when I clicked on the contact us tab and wrote a complain, guess what, no need to guess, it’s rather predictable, server could not be found error message screamed back at me.

Annoyed, I rushed off to take the Star LRT to Pudu after work. All busses were sold out, especially Konsortium, Plusliner and Transnational , so I literally had to go beg at each available counter for tickets while dodging the annoying counter-less ticket sellers who keep cornering you with their, ‘Ticket ticket! Pergi mana adik?’

Finally after about 8 counters, I managed to get the ticket to up North on Merdeka Day at 10 am. Yay! Hopefully the bus is in good condition.

Home home home! Home sweet home!
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I managed to get my other vendor’s kids pictures. Aren’t they adorable? (Actually I got this off his wife’s blog)

Dressed up as Pippi Longstocking

Dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood

Trip to the zoo

Junior cooking classes

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Oh yeah, we had dinner for the third time in Anjapar, Bangsar before the first vendor left for his vacation. It never ceases to amaze me how much these foreigners love Indian food with all its spiciness. M was naturally relishing everything. Even when the whole load went to Penang, breakfast was at an Indian stall while dinner was at Ananda Bavan. The first thing they mention when they get to Malaysia is Indian food, and in their phone calls, there will be a mention on banana leaf. My bosses go for banana leaf once a week at least, that’s what I heard.

Opens up my eyes as well coz I usually take Indian food for granted.

Lunch

2006-08-29T17:40:00.000+08:00

We have a new vendor who came in end of last week. He did come earlier but i was away most of the time so i did not have much time to get to know him.

He was alone after the other vendors left and my team mates were either fasting or out to lunch with others, so the task of taking him out for lunch fell virtually on my shoulders. Usually i don't have a problem taking vendors out for lunch but this guy seems rather quiet and shy so i was really predicting a tough lunch conversation but my prediction turned out to be really wrong.

He was so nice and friendly and funny too, we almost never stopped talking. Plus he's extremely knowledgeble, with seven years of experience in Java. I know SAP is all in and all, after all that's what i'm plunging myself into, but i hold special respect for those who work in Java platform. Java takes special mastery.Period.

Furthermore with Canadian-Indian-Jewish parentage, he's absolutely brilliant. I was just sending his laptop for manual network configuration when this girl who does the configuration just said he had done it himself by writing a program for it. Why can't I have brains like that? Huh?

Good thing i went out with him today. Otherwise i would have missed the chance of getting to know another great person. :-)

Ammu's wedding

2006-08-29T11:49:00.000+08:00

27.8.06

Headed off to KL with bf to attend Ammu's wedding at 11 am at the Siti Hasmah hall. I guess she's the first from MMU Year 2000 batch to get hitched. She looked really lovely and the groom was good looking as well. It sort of gives you a nice feeling to look at someone your age whom you had known for more than four years to look all resplendent and glow with radiance, all happy and excited to start her new life.

Wishing her and Yuva a very happy married life ahead.

Team Building: Part 4 (The end)

2006-08-29T11:34:00.000+08:00

Woke up around 7.30 am the next day (Saturday), took a shower and went down to the Aqua Marine café for buffet breakfast. By this time, I was so tired of looking at buffets, my stomach just refused to accept anything so I just gulped down some cereal and a few sips of coffee.

Boss arrived and we all headed to the beach for the canoe race. I was reluctant to go at first. I have never canoed before and the water ski accident a few months ago at the same sea was still fresh in my mind, so I sat contemplating for a while since we were given an option to participate or not to but I finally decided to give it a go and ahoy, off I went. Canoeing looks easy but once I was in the sea, rowing, it was rather hard to move. Kept going sideways instead. I was rather afraid, my hands felt cold and I kept praying that the canoe won’t capsize. Well, it didn’t. Came back in one piece to the shore and decided to go again, for fun. This time my partner was a guy so we paddled faster. Over excited, I went again for the third time with another guy who didn’t have a partner but the third was a hard one, coz I was tired, my hands ached.

The water was getting choppy and I was just glad to touch the shore again.

Headed back to the pool and dipped ourselves in. The pool had this sip and dip sunken bar (the one like a chalet at the side of the pool) with stools that were submerged in water which was rather cool. Unfortunately it was not open, so we just sat on the stools and chatted.

Headed off to the room to wash up and headed to the hotel meeting room by 11.30 am where we were given another briefing on the next oncoming projects for 2007 and 2008.
1 pm was another buffet lunch at the Aqua Marines again. By 2 pm, we checked out and headed back to KL.

I really had a good time. It almost felt like a paid vacation. :-)

Team Building: Part 3 (SWAT camp)

2006-08-28T17:24:00.000+08:00

After lunch, we were relaxing in the lobby again without much care coz we had no idea what activities were arranged for us, when along came this guy in army uniform, asking us to line up to get to the S.W.A.T. camp.! His name is Rauter...What a name...

We were asked to walk on a real wobbly rope, walk on a not so high rope bridge which looked easy but was damn hard. Then we were blind folded and asked to walk on another set of high slung rope, followed by flying fox. I really enjoyed the activities although i was getting roasted under the hot sun.

Fun. FUN. FuN.

The activities were over around 6.30pm. Check in to the room, took a shower. All my clothes were drenched in sweat. Got ready to go for dinner buffet. This time around it was in this restaurant called Porcelain Room Kopitiam also inside the hotel.

Dinner was good. Chicken wings, chicken rice, otak otak, satay, grilled chicken and fish, mee rebus, the usual mutton and chicken sambal/curries, prawn and crab dishes, a huge merdeka cake, ice kacang, 4 varieties of ice cream, local fruits, teh tarik and coffee...more desserts, yum yum yum. :-) The queue for the chicken wing was so damn long and since i was smiling all the while at him, the chef agreed to reserve two chicken wings for me to collect later..ahem, it's good to be a woman some times, you know :p

Filled our tummies. Headed out back to the room, spotted the teh tarik area and sat for another round with teh tarik with manggis, langsat, star fruit and rambutan. Weird combination, i know. The teh tarik was horrible.

Went back to hotel. Watched Charlie and the chocolate factory on Vision 4. Dozed off by 12, tired but happy and wondered what's in for the next day...

Team Building: Part 2 (Lunch)

2006-08-28T16:55:00.000+08:00

There was nothing much to do when we arrived. So we lazed around at the lobby, waiting for the briefing. My big boss could not make it on time as his wife was sick so we had sort of an informal briefing in one of the meeting rooms of the hotel, followed by lunch at this very pretty place in the hotel called Aqua Marine restaurant. I don’t have any proper snapshots of the food nor the place, so below are pictures taken from the website.

The restaurant, as its name, is a sea themed restaurant with blue walls and coral shaped light all over. I loved the lights, even wanted to take one home with me. One of the walls were lined with small colored lights, so when the light changes, the wall changes color too, from sea green, to blue to deep murky orange. I think the pictures on the website were taken some time back coz when i went, the walls were lined with another set of colored glass sheet, with bubbles to sort of resemble the sea water, if you get what i mean.

The food buffet was good as well. I managed to catch hold of this comfy place by the corner with velvet cushioned seats. Can’t really remember what I ate, it was a mixture of too many dishes plus dessert. I just pigged around.

I managed to crop some pictures to show the interior of the place.

The glass sea like interior i mentioned earlier

Team Building: Part 1(The beginning)

2006-08-28T08:27:00.000+08:00

I’m too lazy to write much.

Friday and Saturday were packed with the team building event.

I’ll elaborate more when I get more pictures. I have only the hotel room pictures which I had to source out from my roommate during the event. The camera I usually use was loaned by someone else, so I was camera-less and handicapped. Well, otherwise you would see more pictures than the ones below.

We reached Port Dickson around 10.30 am and headed to the Guaman Hotel. Some of my colleagues said it’s a five star hotel but I’m not sure. They were good, not excellent.

Here are some of the pictures of the hotel room, after we messed it up, that is. :-)

Hotel overview, taken from a website

The sleeping chambers :-)

More of the room

The bathroom, taken after first use

We got a room on the ground floor, so it opens out to a nice garden and the pool, which was really nice

Lucky number 110:-)

Other rooms

Loads of pretty orchids at the lobby

Lobby

I'll elaborate more when i get more pictures. Ciaoz!

Yesterday

2006-08-22T08:28:00.000+08:00

I was left alone in the house after work yesterday.

No, I’m not complaining. I just sat watching TV, which consists of alternating between 60 and 61 only. He he…who can live without cartoons? Not me!

Fixed a small meal for myself. Did some exercise. Watched more TV. Continued with a novel by Sidney Sheldon, ‘The other side of midnight’ which annoyed me a little because the protagonist kept having good luck flooding her all the time. If she is in distress, some hero will come by to rescue her…I flipped through some pages. The only reason why I am still reading it is because Sidney has a penchant to give a mind blowing end to his stories.

P/s: I’m worried over someone. I hope he gets well very soon.

Ahah....

2006-08-21T15:25:00.000+08:00

I can’t even think straight right now. I am that sleepy and it’s because of a dumb movie on Astro that I insisted on watching all by myself until 1 am. Yawn!

Anyway, the weekend was quite a relaxing one. I spent the whole Saturday cleaning the upper floor and washing my clothes. I was alone the whole day and half of Sunday. It was good to have the whole house to myself without any of the other renters; if there is such a word.

I really wish I would soon have a house all to myself and my (hopefully soon) future family. I hate sharing the house, not because I hate sharing, but it’s because the housemates are constantly getting on my nerves with their senselessness. The whole two days I was conjuring up the image of my future house. It doesn’t really need to be a posh apartment in the middle of a township or a country cottage with picket fences. As long as it is clean and good enough for two, I’m all game for it.

I want to have a complete kitchen with a stove that’s constantly warm. I want the oven teem with wonderful aromas during the weekend. I want to cook and feed my, again hopefully soon, future family. I want to scrub and clean until the pots and pans gleam. Okay okay, I’m getting too carried away. Forget the gleaming part.

The thing is, I’m really craving for a house to call my own. Something that I don’t have to share with others, something I feel safe in. I don’t want to be constantly living in fear that someone in the house brings in another to the house in the name of friendship, and that friend has darting eyes and which you feel like puking right on the face.

I hate sharing bathrooms, especially if uninvited guests use it as well. Why? Because I wash it every weekend, down on all fours, scrubbing the floor with a wire brush and someone else happily messes it up and never bothers cleaning.

I hate people telling me what to do, especially when it is done to impress others. Once in a blue moon, someone starts cleaning and tells me to move this and that out of the way while they collect every single rubbish in the neighborhood and put them in the house. I hate people telling me to finish up the food in the fridge while their own foodstuff has moulds growing on it and the green fruits all black and soggy. I’m not exaggerating. I hate it when things that I buy get eaten up. Hate it, hate it, and hate it! Not that I mind people eating it, but it’s basic courtesy to ask first rather than gobbling it all up without a care. I hate it when people ask me how I feel and become all quiet and offended when I tell the truth.

I hate going into the kitchen because even the cabinets are so dirty, I have to use newspapers as a base for everything. Every utensil, I wash twice. I’m not someone who is so obsessed with cleanliness. No, please, I’m not Monica in F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I just feel there’s some basic hygiene code that people should adhere too.

Have u ever seen a four-month old baby’s milk bottle kept in the bathroom sink? Or the wire thingy that people use to clean the milk bottle left hanging on the bathroom mirror, with hair coating it? My mum would have a fit. Our milk bottles and all the milk bottle cleaning utensils were “boiled” every single feeding time to make sure it’s sterile.

Ugh…Bad luck seems to follow me around all the time. The last time I had peace in my own house but my work place sucked. Now, vice versa.

Good thing is my office feels so good, I would probably pitch a tent here soon =P.

I just need a place to call my own and still praying that that day will come soon. Very soon!

Now the real reason why I’m so pissed off is because earlier someone in the house brought a friend A to stay for a few weeks because A just shifted to KL and didn’t have a place to stay. Weeks became months and A was enjoying the courtesy stay, used the house phone, watched TV all day long, took long oil baths during weekends and annoyed me like hell, especially when the bathroom was occupied in the mornings for so damn long and left greasy and oily and stinky. Then, finally A got a room in some hell and moved out. Now, someone in the house again came to me and said, A’s room in hell is smelly so A wants to come to the house once in a while and stay. Which means, once in a while when I open the house door and I see A’s shitty face in the living room, I’m supposed to be perfectly fine with it. And when I said no, someone got all quiet and offended. Ugh! I swear if I see A’s face in the house again, I might just throw my shoe at that annoying face. A seriously has no brains or civic consciousness.

Now you believe me when I said the weekend was so peaceful without anyone in the house. The funny thing is I’m no longer sleepy after writing this, =P.

P/s: Met Vicky today :- ) and team building this Friday and Saturday. So excited!!!

Blunder bungle

2006-08-16T17:36:00.000+08:00

It’s rather a quiet day today apart from the 2 and a half hour of team meeting with the boss, which was fun by the way. Anywhere this particular vendor of mine is; laughter or perhaps at least a smile always follows around.

The alarm blared at 6 am today morning. I had something to do in the morning but somehow at 6, everything becomes insignificant compared to rolling back and pulling the blanket over my head so I went back to sleep only to wake up at 7.50am and scrambled to get ready in time for work.

On a different note, things have settled down a little but it’s not really leaving my head right now. I have apologized enough. I am not going to apologize again and again. Sometimes something trivial becomes or sounds too serious when you keep saying sorry over and over again. I’m responsible for my actions, but I cannot be accounted for the chain reaction that it brings, because those are not my decisions. Those are not words out of my mouth. Oh pray do tell me, if A raised an alarm saying water in the lake is murky and then somewhere along the line B added in, saying X may or may not have thrown chemical into the lake making it murky, and in the end, when A checks back, the lake was not even murky and told B about his mistake and B said it’s alright, does it make sense for X to come screaming back at A especially when A has announced to the world about his mistake and also especially when A had no inkling that X became a suspect along the way?

Of course I got off scout free but I don’t feel good about my blunder. Next time I announce something, I’ll sleep on it first before opening my big mouth.

It’s so hard growing up. Learning by mistake doesn’t seem like a great idea right now.

I’m not going to put this behind and walk on. It’s going to be placed neatly in front with red warning signals flashing all the time.

Argh!

2006-08-15T11:59:00.000+08:00

Sometimes people just screw up things that have been going all well and fine for them.

I just did exactly that.

And for the millionth time today, I wish I have the undo button in my life.

Dammit!

Closing my eyes and wishing it would go away, go go away!

I know lesson leart, but it's rather hard and harsh, when there are other people involved as well.

I think i need to take emotion management classes. My emotions needs some taming sessions or rather .... learn how to use my head before my emotions...

Dammit!

Story: Dissapointment

2006-08-11T17:50:00.000+08:00

She was rudely woken up the next day when the phone in hall, rang. She cursed whoever who was calling and pulled a pillow over her head to muffle the sound. It was the weekend after all. She wanted to sleep longer. Waking up only brought her more misery.

The phone stopped ringing for a moment, only to begin again. Annoyed, she woke up and dragged her feet to the hall, cursing the cold marble floor and almost everything that got on her way.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Ms. Anita?”

“Yes?”

“Hi, I’m calling from the police station. We found your… erm…tin?”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, please come and collect it as soon as possible. Bye”

“Hey, wait! Is the money sti…?”

Click.

“Rude bastard”, she muttered to herself and got ready to get to the police station while keeping her fingers crossed that her savings in the tin was still intact. Somehow, she has a nasty feeling that it won’t be but she kept praying all the way.

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An hour later, she walked out of the station clasping the rusty tin. The money was stolen and the men at the station made fun of her tin. Spirits dampen, she walked over to the park nearby and sat on a wooden bench, sobbing.

“Hi, we meet again”
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-to be continued

Two days ago, yesterday and today

2006-08-11T15:50:00.000+08:00

My colleague and I pledged not to drink coffee for one day and instead sniff on the coffee beans taken from the pantry.

So far, not good.

Doesn’t help with the fact that my vendors drink more than 5 cups a day, I kid you not, and one whiff is enough to pull me like a slave to the pantry.
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Conducted a basic training today. It went well.

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My vendor wrote email to his counterpart confirming about a service and he wrote ‘my good looking assistant tested everything and said it’s fine.’

I’m currently floating high up in the air.

Will come back to earth shortly and flush all the air out of my head…

=)

Still floating…

=P
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Oh yeah, happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to myself,
Happy birthday to me!

Went to the toilet around 12 midnight and when i came out, the whole house was dark. Then i saw a birthday cake with candles all around. The bf and my housemates plus the baby were in the room, holding the cake and singing...

Happy,i tell you! First time i'm beside my bf on my birthday and i'll be with my family tonite, yahoo!
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Story: The fall

2006-08-09T19:09:00.001+08:00

He turned and looked at her. Eye brows half raised, he smiled.

“Ah, my heart is melting”, she said to herself silently and walked away, cursing her sudden boldness to stare openly at a stranger.

“How rude, you should have smiled back instead of walking away,”, said the tiny voice in her head. She shook her head slowly and fastened her pace, only to lose her balance and tumble halfway. She let go of the small golden clutch held tightly in her hands and frantically held the banister to stop herself from falling. She gained her composure but the clutch flew open, emptying its contents on the cold marble steps.

She drew a sharp breath and looked at all her make-up, pathetically on display. He was standing still, looking at her. Flushed with embarrassment, she bent down and picked her things, muttering to herself when a moment later, he was beside, helping her.

“It’s okay. I can pick it up myself”, she hear herself telling him.

He just smiled and continued helping her. She hurriedly stuffed her things back into her clutch, hastily said her thanks and walked away. She was too mortified that she just wanted to leave.

“Miss!”, she heard him calling. She didn’t want to turn and face him again. Her pace quickened.

She heard him calling again, this time with a little more urgency. “Miss, you forgot this!” she turned only to see him hold her pink blush, the one with the silly Hello Kitty sticker on the lid.

She grabbed it and ran into the office without a word.
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It took her sometime to get her report lodged and the old and worn out policeman who attended to her seem disinterested with her distress. Dejected, she left the building forgetting her little episode hours before, only to see him standing there, leaning lazily on the balustrade. He looked up and smiled again. She willed the earth to open up and swallow her whole.
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She couldn’t sleep that night. The lost money and her messy apartment kept her awake all night. She tossed and turned, trying to find a nice spot and wishing for a deep, dreamless slumber but ended up feeling flustered and prickly. She got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. It was a rather dark, moonless night. She switched on the kitchen light, poured herself a glass of milk and sat on the counter, feeling almost sorry for herself.

It was then when she remembered him and her dramatic fall. She felt like laughing now.

“He must have thought I’m such a klutz”.

She felt silly again but her heart felt warm now.

“I must say, he was rather charming”, she said to herself. A smile crept up and the corners of her lips twitched. She forced herself not to smile although no one was there to judge. She just didn’t want to.

“Forget him”, she said out loud. Her milk all downed, she rinsed the slender glass and walked back to her bedroom in the small apartment. The moment she hit her bed, she slept peacefully.

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-to be continued

Story: The beginning

2006-08-09T08:03:00.000+08:00

She sat in the corner wondering where she went wrong. She wondered where it all began…

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It was the month of August. Yes, she remembered it now. It was vivid. He was walking down the marble stairs of the police station clutching an official looking documents. She was climbing up the stairs to lodge a complain. Her small apartment down in the suburb was ransacked the night before, leaving her almost penniless except for a meager amount in the bank. It was her fault, she knew very well. Being almost lazy to do official transactions, she kept her savings in a small, almost rusty square tin given by her childhood friend a long time ago.

When she saw the mess in her house, she almost sighed a breath of relief. The tin was so rusty, she assumed the thief would have ignored it but it was right before her eyes fell on the mantelpiece where that tin was placed, always. It was almost assuring for her to see it everyday when she comes home, thinking that would be the money she would be using for her marriage when she finally finds that someone. Assuring until that day, when her frantic eyes began looking for the tin. The mantelpiece was empty. Empty. As empty has the hollow that her heart has seemed to sunk in suddenly. She almost felt like kicking herself in the rear.

It was that evening when she rushed to the police station to lodge a report and she saw him. Men don’t usually interest her, except those who look like Roman gods, but this one held her attention even though her mind was half mad wondering how she would find all that stolen money.

He had an unusual gait. Slow, steady, patient, like time was his slave. He didn’t exactly resemble a Roman God but he oozed charm which held her enchanted for a moment. There was slight arrogance in him which usually repels her had it been some other man but this one provoked her interest and curiosity. She was piqued at herself for her foolishness. She was there for a serious issue. It wasn’t the right time to ogle at some stranger, albeit a charming one.

She tore her gaze away and walked up the steps, holding a breath as she drew near him. His scent was over powering. Masculine yet gentle. She stopped and stared. She couldn’t resist. The temptation was too strong.

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-to be continued

Hungry hungry

2006-08-08T08:20:00.000+08:00

My vendors went to Penang during the weekend and visited a Chinese temple. It was the Hungry Ghost Festival month and they were burning hell notes.

One of them, A, absent mindedly picked up a note ‘worth’ 5 million on the floor, pocketed it and lost it on the way back.

The lights at the airport went off. The flight was delayed. They came to the office late.

Worse, our service is giving problems since Monday.

We were making fun of A today morning and his friends were asking how to solve this ‘curse’. The only way is obvious, burn something in replacement.

J: I guess A has to burn real Swiss francs worth 5 million.

M: Why do you burn this?

THL: Well, it’s to appease the Hungry Ghosts.

Me: Yeah, the Gates of Hell will open this month.

J: So we have to burn something for them?

DK: Yeah.

A: Hungry Ghosts?

DK: Yep.

A: I’m hungry all the time too. (Which is true, his stomach makes funny noises all the time)

M: Let’s just burn A.

And no one wants to return home in the same flight as A on Sunday.

J: Please change my flight. And warn everyone else in the same flight as A.

A: Good, I’ll have the whole plane for myself.

M: You really think the flight attendants and captain want to risk flying with you? Let’s just put A in a huge package with floats, tie it to a ship and haul it all the way to Switzerland.

A: So it’s better I don’t return again for the next project, ha.

Me: Smart A. This was your plan wasn’t it?

A: Yeah. I don’t want to come back. You are right. This is the only way these guys will let go of me.

Boy, I’ll miss working with these guys!

By the way, we are still under the ‘curse’.

Yo! It's flippin' and flappin'

2006-08-04T08:24:00.000+08:00

Hey you, look what I’ve got!

It’s our very own flip flap. Yes, the very thing I was gushing about in my earlier post and it set me back about RM 40.

Good thing it’s quite easy to operate as I don’t understand Japanese. Just take a look at the manual and the warranty card (I think).

It’s currently perching on top of the boyfriend’s car dashboard and he calls it his pet.

It’s rather amusing to watch the leaves flip and flap when put under the sun.

Keeeuuuttt =)

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Parents coming to KL tomorrow, yay!
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My first two birthday wishes of the month

2006-08-04T08:20:00.000+08:00

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Happy Birthday!

We wish you many happy

returns of your BIG Day!

Best Regards,

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Whatever It Takes

2006-08-03T08:20:00.000+08:00

'Whatever It Takes', by Maharaji

"Let me begin with a little story: There was a lion who was feeling very good one morning, very happy. He came out of his den, saw a little rabbit, immediately pounced on it, and said, “Who is the king of the jungle? And the rabbit, terribly afraid and shaking, said, “You are.”

This made the lion even more proud. Bouncing along, he found a deer, jumped on it, and said, “Deer, who is the king of the jungle?” And the deer said, shaking, “You are.”

Now the lion was feeling really, really good. He was the king. So he goes along, sees an elephant, jumps on it, and says, “Elephant, who is the king of this jungle?” The elephant spun the lion around his trunk, pounded him on the ground again and again till he was senseless, then let go of him. The lion looked at the elephant and said, “Don’t get upset if you don’t know the answer!”

Sometimes we accept other people’s definitions of things, but forget about one simple thing, and that is you. What I am talking about is not what you can accomplish, not what you can do, not about your hopes, dreams, and ideas—but, you, as a gift that came into this world.

It was no mistake that Socrates said, “Know thyself.” Know who you are. Understand who you are, your nature. Understand that if you do not feel peace, you may not be able to give it to anyone. If you want to quench the thirst of another, the least you need is water. The water of peace flows within you. The serenity of understanding flows through you—your life.

In all that you are trying to understand, add one more—understanding about yourself. In all that you’re trying to complete, complete one more. And besides all those you are trying to help, help one more person—you. You need to feel content regardless of what is going on. You need to feel whole. Yes, you are the building block of your existence. And if that first step is missing, the next and the next and the next will also be missing.

It is not impossible. It is not mysterious. It is not strange. And, indeed, it is not selfish. To unwrap a gift that has been given is not selfish. If I do something at the expense of others, that is selfish. But if I feel an itch and I scratch it, not at the expense of anyone else, it’s not selfish. The gift has been given; the gift is you. Life has been given; it is in progress. Your understanding is there, your thirst is there, and the idea of peace is at hand.

I invite you to take a peek inside to know what this existence is all about. The person who said, “Know thyself,” didn’t make it up to make your life more difficult. But, there was something there, some mystery that could be solved. Humanity will face many, many challenges, and one of the biggest challenges is to find the peace that is within every single being. That has been an incredible challenge. People say, “Peace is not possible.” But the personal peace—the peace that you have inside of you—is very possible and has always been there, and that is why it is said, “Know thyself.”

It begins with the simplest of understandings, to listen to what something simple is saying to you. It’s not about your responsibilities, but about the chance to be fulfilled. The want.

I remind people that what you are looking for is inside of you—not outside. Always has been and always will be. Even if you decide not to discover it, it will always be inside of you. Always. The answers will come from within, not from the outside. The true sense of accomplishment will happen here, not somewhere else. Be who you are.

Be fulfilled every day so you can fulfill others. Be fulfilled every day so you can fulfill the responsibilities that are ahead of you. But it begins with you. What I talk about, you have, whether you decide to pursue it or not. Search if you must. Do whatever it takes to find that self and fulfill that self, so you may serve and serve well. Be fulfilled. Be happy. One lifetime. And only one like you on the face of this earth. You are unique. Shine with that uniqueness. "

Maharaji
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And i love him even more!
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Yay!

2006-08-01T08:24:00.000+08:00

Yay! Singapore project went live today. So far no problems. *Fingers crossed*

So sleepy...yawn...:0

cute!

2006-07-31T08:25:00.000+08:00

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

2006-07-28T17:47:00.000+08:00

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

2006-07-27T10:51:00.000+08:00

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

2006-07-27T10:44:00.000+08:00

Happy Happy Happy Birthday Pragash! =)

2006-07-26T11:41:00.000+08:00

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#$!$

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2006-07-25T16:18:00.000+08:00

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.

2006-07-21T08:29:00.000+08:00

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

2006-07-20T09:27:00.000+08:00

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

2006-07-19T11:45:00.000+08:00

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

Loads of crap and crab

2006-07-19T10:59:00.000+08:00

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

2006-07-18T14:37:00.000+08:00

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

Phew.

Oh yeah, never delete your emails.

Summary again!

2006-07-17T11:52:00.000+08:00

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

2006-07-14T17:45:00.000+08:00

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

2006-07-11T17:59:00.000+08:00

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

2006-07-05T08:20:00.000+08:00

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

Rudy rude!

2006-06-28T10:11:00.000+08:00

On the way to work, I faced another inconsiderate specimen on the road.

The lane I was in had about 3-4 cars in it, all queued up. Nothing ahead except the driver of the car in front stopped his car right in the middle of the road to talk to another lady who was standing at the side of the street. Not a short talk, but I guess they were talking family stories over there. Surprisingly the driver of the car right behind the first car was patient enough to wait.

Then a loud honk. The guy moved to the side and gave icy stares at the cars behind. I guess he wasn’t sure which car honked.

Even the lady put up an annoyed face. Like it was her right to stand in the middle of the road to chat with some fella in a car while we all queue up and wait for them. Like we have all the time in the world.

I wish I had a M16. Seriously.

Or maybe I should start bringing the camera along wherever i go. Snap pictures of these 'ugly' people and post it up in my blog.

Nah...M16 sounds better...

Selfish and rude. Part 2.

Sigh!

Rude!

2006-06-27T10:45:00.000+08:00

"Sekarang duduk dalam parti pun macam pembangkang, lebih baik jadi jantan, keluar dan bangkang kita terus dan senang saya nak hentam. Sekarang kalau nak lawan dia, saya teragak-agak kerana dia bekas presiden kita (Umno),” katanya pada sidang akhbar di lobi Parlimen."

That was Nazri's reply to Tun Mahathir.

How rude...to think he's our Minister...*gag*

Porky and her kids

2006-06-27T09:44:00.000+08:00

I’m just popping in to write about my trip to Mines to watch The Cars. The movie was awesome. Go watch it. It’s better than The Wild and Over the Hedge put together.

But…

This post is not about the animated movie itself. This is about one particular patron in the cinema with us. A family of four to be exact.

Right from the start of the movie, the kid was screaming. Yes, screaming. Almost non stop. The movie was loud. Amid all those, we could still hear the shirking at the back. I was so damned pissed; I almost wanted to scream myself.

Now, I know it is a movie meant for kids. But that’s not an excuse to bring babies and kids under the age of 6 into the cinema and be a menace to the society. Let’s just think logically. Kids have very short attention span. Don’t expect them to sit down quietly in the dark, bombarded with loud noise and uncomfortable seats. I don’t blame the kids.

It’s the parents who are dumb. Extremely dumb. While we were turning around, giving the parents the eye, the ‘mother’ was happily stuffing popcorn into her porky face and the ‘father’ completely ignorant of the wailing child. Why have kids if you are not bothered about them? Baffles me.

Finally porky [I don’t normally call people names, but this one deserves it, deserves more in fact] decided to let her children run loose and they were running up and down the stairs in the cinema, laughing and doing summersaults, turning the cinema into some sort of an amusement park.

The same happened when I was watching Over the Hedge. The moment the movie started, a baby started crying loudly. I think its parents must have left their brains at home.

I’m extremely disappointed with the other patrons. Including myself. All of us were not bothered to tell the ‘parents’ off. Instead we chose to sit through it. I should have stood up and screamed at them to shut up.

Have you noticed that children nowadays are getting more and more misbehaved? Now I know there’s so much ho-ha about discipline without beating but want to know what I really think? A misbehaving child needs spanking. A hard one. That’s what I would do if it was my kid who was screaming in the cinema. On second thought, I wouldn’t bother bringing my kid (when i have one, that is) to watch a movie in a cinema unless I know he/she is properly behaved.

Every time I go to the bank, I see kids running loose, screaming and playing, rolling on the floor. In the hospitals, jumping off patients beds and turning it into a playground. In shopping complexes, throwing tantrums. Running around and screaming in eatries. And the parents completely oblivious. It’s like they suddenly have turned deaf, dumb and blind.

Kids should be taught basic manners in early stages. Let them run loose now, thinking beating will not solve anything will turn them into some lunatic gorillas when they grow up.

And people should stop being selfish and be considerate of others. If your kids are disturbing others, scold them and get them to behave.

Society seems to have turned into the classic case of ‘if I am blind in one eye, let my neighbour be blind completely’, if you get my drift…

Next time I see kids misbehaving in the cinemas, I’m going to shoot them. Parents first!

Week -end

2006-06-26T11:30:00.000+08:00

Loads of distraction and it’s beginning to bug me.

Weekend was good. I spent the evening catching up with Uma, Nisha and Gowri over dinner. I had a good time. It was fun, talking about our hostel experience and my ex-company’s funny rules. Night was spent yakking with Uma but couldn’t talk much with her as my head was pounding. I seem to be getting horrible headaches once in a while and it gets really vicious. I’m not sure if it’s the beginning of migraine, but I do hope that’s not true. I spent the night holding my head, groaning in pain and feeling nauseous and forcing myself to sleep off the pain.

Woke up feeling better. Took LRT and went back to my house. Called a few for lunch. One said ok. One had an appointment with an aunty. One spent the night watching football and slept the afternoon off. Didn’t even pick up the phone and called later in the evening apologizing. Hmph! Spend Sunday reading, watching Astro and made a short pit stop in Midvalley and Klang later in the evening.

Was browsing through Reader’s Digest last night and their highlight for this month is 25 FAQ now Answered! That’s what the title was, more or less. And there was this Q, why does spring and summer pass by so quickly but winter seems to drag on and on forever.

They gave some answer, not exactly brilliant so I couldn’t really remember.

Anyway, why does the weekend pass by so quickly but the weekdays seem to drag on and on and on…forever?

Ugh…right now I need a bigger super powered brain and more time!

I’m still uploading the PWTC pictures. There are loads. As I said, we were both trigger happy. After all, we were surrounded by cars. Can’t get a better excuse to get excited, right? I’m still trying to get the car names right. Right now I could only get 5 out of 10 car names right, (minus the local ones) and hate it when the bf gets all gleeful every time I get one wrong, hmph! I’m still amazed how he gets all the names right. Even vintage motorbikes. Long way for me to catch up.

Trinky trinky

2006-06-21T15:06:00.000+08:00

Getting the door opened for you,
Making sure you get off the lift first before he does,
Waiting for you to place your orders first before he does,
Seeing you quiet and striking up a conversation just to get you talking and feel included,
Speaking in utmost politeness every single time.

The finer points of a fine man.

Blue eyes and sturdy structure to boot...

I could get used to this...too bad it's not very long...

:-P

Singapore trip

2006-06-20T13:41:00.000+08:00

One of the recent business trips to Singapore.

Loads of pictures. Less words.

This is KLIA's toilet. Later compare it with Changi's toilet ok?

Inside Singapore airlines..

Take off..

On air...

Look at the river...nice right? Like the map in my Form 3 Geography text book, he he:-) I always insist on taking the window seat and specify that i don't want to sit so near the wing...but i usually end up getting a place where i could see the wing in its full glory :-(

Landing...check out how the wing modifies itself, like Volvo C70...

Changi Airport.

Changi's toilet. :-)

In the taxi with my vendors, heading to the office.

My hotel. Crown Prince. Nice right?

A huge bed all for myself. A real relief from my small single bed back at the place I'm staying. I slept really well:-). Wrapped myself with the blanket and found it hard to get out of my self made cocoon in the morning...The aircond was darned cold!

The view outside from my hotel room window. (During the day)

Messing with the camera. Bored ler..

Walking down the streets in Orchard Road for dinner.

Dinner at Coca Restaurant. It was steamboat dish. Seafood steamboat with crabs, lobster, vege, mushrooms, prawns, and mussels.

My first morsel.

The food was ok. Too bland for my spiced Indian tongue. But the sauce, some Thai styled type was so yummy...i almost wanted to drink it. :D I had two helpings of that sauce ;-)

The aftermath. :-)

Lively orchard road. It's a streetful of shopping complexes. Like a clubbing scene minus the pubs, people were dressed up and the streets were well lit. The Great Singapore Sale was going on when i was there.The lady at the Crown Prince hotel where we all stayed handed me this brochure. Only to me as the rest of the gang with me were males. Not sure what she was implicating..guys don't shop? :P

Not really that cheap if you convert it to our currency. The exchange rate was 2.3 at the time i was there.

I bought a bar of chocolate to eat in the room. They sell mostly Australian made chocolates.

Enjoying my chocolate while watching World Cup match happily in my hotel room ;-)

Now u see...

Now you don't...:D

The view outside from my hotel room window, at night.

The view from my hotel lift.

One of the good things about having a client who deals with fast moving consumer goods is that you get fed well...when we were there, there was always a lady who came to ask us if we have enough munchies in the room, provided drinks and also two 2L cartons of orange juice and crackers and sweets, until one of my vendors said, 'lets take that lady back home, no one bothers about us in the Malaysian office':-D...and every single corner in the place has something about food, either boxes of food or pictures of food...made me hungry all the time...

More of Singapore..

It's extremely easy to get a cab in singapore. And their call center is automated and you get a taxi coming your way in less than 10 minutes. You don't even have to call them twice. The automated machine calls you back and informs you when the taxi has arrived. It was a huge relief from what i face almost everyday other day in Malaysia. They should implement this over here...

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Inside Changi..

While waiting for my flight, trying to pass the time ;-)

Inside the flight...still trying to pass time before take off..

Doesn't this remind you of Night Shamalan's movie?

Coffee! Damn yucky!

That's it...Ciaoz...

2006-06-19T09:41:00.000+08:00

Happy Happy Birthday Sweetheart!

19 June

Wishing you loads and loads of happiness, peace and prosperity for years to come..:)

Weekend

2006-06-12T11:25:00.000+08:00

The weekend was great.

Friday was spent watching the first World Cup match. I only watched until Germany scored their second goal.

Saturday.Watched The Omen with bf and his friends. Turns out, his friend’s gf is my ex-schoolmate with same name as me. So blending was easy peasy.

Now, don’t ask me to review The Omen. I was busy closing my eyes and shutting my ears than to watch the movie. But I think it must have been scary as the bunch of girls sitting beside me were screaming half the time. However, the bf and his friends said it was boring. Again, don’t ask my opinion as I wasn’t exactly watching the movie. I was forced to get into the cinema with them so I was busy looking for clues as in when the scary parts will appear so I could close my eyes and ears on time. So I didn’t see any of the scary parts. Brilliant, don’t you agree?

After movie, we hit the nearest eatery to catch the football match. Sleeping that night was hard. I kept imagining the boy, Damien would appear any time. Blame it on my hardworking mind. Anything scary and its capacity to imagine multiply 100 folds.

Sunday was spent shopping for some essentials.

Monday is here. Tonight is temple, packing and hit the airport on Tuesday morning again. Back on Thursday.

JustNothing...

2006-06-09T13:42:00.000+08:00

I'm not exactly sure which to be upset about.

The fact that I was so frightened that my mind went berserk

Or

The fact that I was being shouted at when all I needed was a hug and some consoling words.

Sometimes I wonder if whatever decision that I made long ago was worth it.

Sometimes I wonder if the reason why I'm still hanging on is actually a reason worth enough.

And sometimes I wonder…

Where did that dream go?

Perasaan

2006-06-06T16:27:00.000+08:00

I’m glad it’s all cleared up now. It was rather silly to be upset about something so irrelevant. I somehow felt it wasn’t worth it.

Anyway, I was really itching to write and I managed to find time to write this now. Actually I saw my vendor blogging so somehow I felt like writing too. Too bad I couldn’t snatch a look at his blog title. On second thought, he writes in German so I would probably not understand a word.

Well, I just want to write something short.

The speaker said, it’s only when you are about to die, you start thinking, oh I should have done this and this and this. Oh, I shouldn’t have done that, that and that.

And, it’s only when the person dies, you start wishing you never said those mean things to him/her. You start wishing you had been kinder.

A little silly of us all, don’t you think?

When the person is alive, you hurl abuses, you hurt and you upset.

When the person is dead, you regret and wish you had been better.

When the person is alive, you hurt and you hurt and you hurt.

When you are about to die, you wish you had been kinder.

And to think, the person who is already dead won’t feel a thing.

Would it be better to kinder and nicer when life is still there?

Maybe I am not delivering a clear message. I’m not sure how to write it.

Stumped. It’s just a feeling.

Lots of statements about death but can’t help it.

After all it’s 06.06.06 today.

Be very afraid! >:-)

Bye bye bye

2006-06-01T18:27:00.000+08:00

Another case of foot in the mouth.
I feel like kicking myself.
Argh!
Oh, i forgot. My foot is still in the mouth.
Unnecessary stress.

KL-Cherating Treasure Hunt Part 2

2006-05-29T15:17:00.000+08:00

So back to the highway. After coming to a particular point, we had to exit the highway and play spot the shop names. Mind you, it isn’t as easy as it sounds. We had to find about 15 shops before entering the highway again and make a pit stop at the Lancang rest area, I think to gather another 10 points. We had fun spotting the shop names, coz the clues given were a bit tricky.

I can’t type all the 30 questions. Here’s a few:-

Clue: A rat traveling back for a cuppa here?
Answer: Tara Coffee House
Why? Tara spelt backwards is arat, a rat ;-)

Clue: Sounds like it could mean spot a pan.
Answer: C’Wok café
Why? Come on, it’s obvious.

Clue: You have a ghost of a chance to surf here.
Answer: casper.net.cafe
Why? Hmph!

Clue: Half the figure tree?
Answer: FIG repair and servicing.
Why? Too technical for me to explain here..lol

My favourite:

Clue: What a paradox? Their name sounds like rotting but they claim to sell the opposite.

Answer: D’KAY FRESH MART.

I wonder what the owner was thinking when he named his shop.

So we were quite late since we went over each question twice. Halfway, the other team got lost and sped off to the pitstop to collect their 10 points. We were losing hope on reaching the rest area on time as we were told that they would leave after the allocated time period is over but the organizers were still there when we reached so next task...

By the way, the damn cekap Wira driver, Sham (Never let the fire die) from the team which got lost ;-) managed to bring the whole load in time...with the wira reaching max speed of more than 160km/hr. =P

The task, gulp down a can of Coke, crush the tin and toss it into a pail and collect 10 points.
We were asked to buy 2 cans of coke earlier so the coke junkies in our team, me and Nisha joined in. We managed to gulp the drink but couldn’t toss it right. Some were seen vomiting and burping at the side. Lol! Might as well have a burping party there ;-)

We collected only 5 points here.

Then off to the highway to spot another 15 shop names.

My favourites in this set:

Clue: Sounds like not a smart vehicle to drive.
Answer: SILICA MOTORS WAKIL INSURANS

Clue: The final clue to this car business and it is done, finished, ended, completed.
Answer: OverMoto

Finally, we reached Cherating. Checked in the hotel about 4pm I guess, about 1 and a half hour earlier than the maximum time given. We gave all the ‘treasures’ we bought plus the answer sheet to the organizers and hung out at the lounge for our final task. For our final task, we were taken into a room and asked to solve a jigsaw puzzle in two minutes, like Survivor lah ;-) Damn hard, ok ? =P We managed to solve this.

Treasure hunt finally over...

Next agenda, DINNER..

While waiting, we checked into the hotel and dipped in the sea, where yours truly lost her glasses, AGAIN! I feel like kicking myself but ah well…there goes rm 350, flushed down the sea…:-(

Bath. 8 sharing two bathrooms..Imagine the queue...

Dinner was okay. Then we were shown the video of the treasure hunt, it was fun seeing our tired but excited faces, seriously. Then a presentation of the pictures taken.

Next, answer time. I’ll just give out the answers for the treasures we couldn’t figure out earlier. We bought the treasures anyway coz we saw other teams buying the items earlier, wink wink.

For the numbers, just type the code in your handphone sms dictionary and it will return the following message, Bring me a can of Malta

For the Larry King question, it was a pack of cards. King, Queen, Jack, Ace, get it?

We didn’t win anything except Nava who got the lucky draw but it was really a super duper experience. Slept early, by 11.30pm coz we were damn tired. The hotel rooms were good, we had two adjoining rooms for four. The other four slept in a different hotel as this one was full.

The next day was shopping day. Woke up at around 9 am. Rushed for breakfast. We are such lazy slobs...

Looked around for T-shirts and souvenirs.

Had lunch in one Malay shop. For the first time, I actually enjoyed eating fish. But their “sotong goreng”(fried squid) was yucky. Even the stray cat at the shop refused to eat it.

Time to get back to the city. Reached KL around 10pm.

It was a good trip. I truly enjoyed myself.

I’m not posting all pics since I want to remain anonymous on the net and I’m not sure how my friends feel about seeing their photos plastered in blogs. So here’s a few from one camera without any tired faces on it, he he! There’s more in other cameras, I’m still waiting for the pics!

Cherating beach from the road side

Cherating beach again!

Our hotel room, reminds me of an intimate scene from 'Kakka kakka'...'Ondrai rendai asaigal, ellam solleve, or nal pothuma?' He he ;-D

Nice...kampung style...

New Fashion in town, our 'Toilet Cleaner' T-Shirt. From Gucci ;-)

Monday monday MoNdAy mOnDaY (",)

2006-05-29T14:33:00.000+08:00

Weekend was great albeit busy.

Wanted to follow bf for rowing class in Putrajaya lake but I was too tired to wake up at 7.30 am so slept off the Saturday morning and woke up around 11 am.

Afternoon, after he returned, we shot off to the KL International Motor Show 2006. It was awesome. I felt sudden bouts of adrenaline rush being surrounded by all the sleek machines but I’ll blog about it later, with pictures (after I have blogged about KL-Cherating Part 2). Loads of it. Eye candies. Yum!

Oh yeah, by the way just in case you plan to go, Putra LRT to PWTC is FREE for the motor show week.

Sunday…let me see, what did I do on Sunday? Woke up at 11am. Had vegetarian lunch and headed off to KLCC to do some banking stuff. Yeap, banks in KLCC are open 7 days a week. Walked around KLCC, shopping what else?

Had dinner. Slept at 12. Back in office getting my coffee fix now. First for this week, had none during the weekend. Consoling myself, silly ;-)

Bracing for tomorrow. The project starts. Finally. There goes my freedom, flushed down the drain…:-( Oh well, might as well get over it, na?

Happy Monday! :-D

(p/s: The weekend was spent using public transport, to beat the traffic and the rising petrol prices. Okay lah, our transport system ‘boleh pakai’, if you are not too fussy and you don't mind walking a bit and getting a little sweaty and and...ah...you get the drift ;-) )

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2006-05-25T13:30:00.000+08:00

I managed to get into a blog belonging to a transvestite. Now I know the topic of a transvestite is supposedly hilarious, to be poked fun on, etc etc etc

But..

A long time ago, my youngest brother was laughing over his male school teacher who was very girlish, one way or another. Your truly was also laughing over it until my mother overheard the conversation and we got scolded.

She said respect other people no matter how different they are. Transvestites have feelings too. They didn’t ask to be born that way. There is something wrong with their bodies, some hormonal changes. They are not to be blamed.

Since that day, we don’t make fun of transvestites. We let them be.

I can’t say I am an angel. Sure I stare when I see one strutting by. Wrong I know but I find them to be interesting. Maybe because they are different. But I don’t laugh into their faces or make any remarks.

This blog I was talking about, well actually I know this guy/girl and he/she is actually a professional earning big bucks. The actions he does is funny, sometimes I laugh too when I hear a friend talking about him.

But when I was reading this blog, I kind of felt sad for him. It’s hard to be conscious of your difference all the time. Every walking minute, to be judged and made fun of. To be touched unwillingly. Sure, he’s a guy who wants to be a girl but that doesn’t give any rights for other guys to touch him for fun. He probably doesn’t want to be born that way. Sometimes nature behaves in such a funny little way.

I also found links to other sites, similar ones if you get my drift…and they wrote almost the same thing. Being conscious about their differences.

Sigh, it’s hard being different, isn’t it? Hard when your daily struggle is to fit in knowing fully well that you can’t. Hard to want to be accepted, knowing fully well that you’ll never be. Unless the society plans to change it’s mindset over night. We can dream.

I read in the news some time back about some raid and they gathered a group of them transvestites into a cell and the allegation was some officers touched and rubbed their private parts and made fun of it. Sick.

But I’m telling you. I’m kind of jealous. He/She shops in Guess shops, owns like 3 Guess watches, 1 Guess purse, 1 Guess handbag, Guess jeans, Victoria Secret body splash, Aussino bedspread 260 threadcount (he/she owns like 5 of em, I only got 1, that too I stole from my bf), uses MAC makeup and drives a brand new imported car…

Hmph! Jealous jealous…

And he/she has a normal male boyfriend. A little too much for my typical mind to digest but then, just because i can't accept it doesn't mean he/she shouldn't have one, na?

Some eyes may say the boyfriend might be a little sick in the head. Some eyes say shun them. Some eyes sees dirty stuff. I see a little acceptance. Some compassion. He even have a physically impaired brother whom they both take care of fully well. Let me see...a guy who is going out with a transvestite takes full responsibility on his physically impaired brother while another normal guy with a normal girlfriend dumps his brother in some asylum. Where do you draw the line?

I guess in some way or another, accepting this behaviour is somewhat arguable. You may say, well if you agree with this, then perhaps incest is fine too. Euwww no. I am fully opposed to incest. I think it's ultra disgusting and i don't accept any point of arguements on that. Sick.

But then again...that's just me. Sometimes it's a little too hard to draw a line at what is right and what is wrong. Loads of arguements never gets anywhere too.

The world is...as such...

Over the Hedge

2006-05-24T11:29:00.000+08:00

We went to Sunway Pyramid to watch Over the Hedge last night.

I went with loads of expectation, thinking it would be one hell of a funny movie, just like Finding Nemo. After all, they did produce it previously.

It turned out just the same as The Wild. Seriously. I heard some chuckles here and there but otherwise, it was almost silent. Sure, the characters are cute but none stood out. Personally i liked The Possum who loves to play dead but each personality was under-developed so honestly there was no sense of attachment anywhere. I just sat watching, halfway through the movie, bf rested his head on my shoulders and when the credits rolled in, he didn’t stir. Turned out, he slept all the way.

So I guess that explains how boring it was.

And when we came out, his friends who also followed us for the movie, groaned.

I really hope Da Vinci Code would be exciting since we got Gold Class tickets for it. Wink wink!

Disclaimer: This entry is based entirely on my opinion only. Check out the movie yourself but I wouldn’t recommend it.

KL-Cherating Treasure Hunt Part 1

2006-05-23T16:31:00.000+08:00

Okay. Here’s my first attempt at writing my Cherating trip post. Thank heavens if this actually gets posted. I’m very bad in writing factual experiences as I can’t recreate the atmosphere. I would rather play with words.

Enough crap.

We left Cyberjaya at about 5.30am on Saturday and reached TPM around 6.10 am. There were already a few cars ahead of us. Oh yeah, we were given a blue T-shirt to wear for the trip. The rest said it looked like the toilet cleaner’s T-shirt with some ugly logo with ugly colors at the back but we wore it anyway.

So after the hugging at the TPM car park as we girls have not seen each other for sometime, we were given some food, water and a briefing on how the treasure hunt works. We took loads of photos and also were video taped. I have neither in my possession currently hence the bleak post.

When all the 85 cars arrived, we were flagged off around 7.32 am. Since there were 8 of us in our group, we left in two cars. Team ‘GoldDiggers’ in Waja. Team ‘The Doink’ in Wira. Yours truly was in former. There was this Vios I think, “decorated’ with some headless dummy at the back, tied to the exhaust) complete with red ink to represent blood. It was funny in some gruesome way. I’ll post the picture if I could get hold of it. Surprisingly, this car got the best decorated car. The judges must be pretty sick also..he he ;-)

Our first assignment was to find two hats, two sunglasses, one toy gun and one stiletto and get to Point A to take pictures with it. We scoured all the shops. It was 8 am. No shops were open. We managed to get the sunglasses and the toy gun from Petronas Mini Mart. We had a stiletto with us and as for the hats; we even stopped near a market to look for those baby hats but couldn’t find one. Finally someone in our group was brilliant enough to suggest a home-made, ahem, car-made hats made out of newspaper and paper plates.

While on the way, we tried cracking our heads, to find the four treasures in our question paper.

Q1. Break this code and you will know what consumable treasure you must bring to the end. Use a good dictionary in hand to solve the answer.

27464 63 2 226 63 62582

We tried the traditional way to cracking the code, associating it with some alphabets. We couldn’t get any clue from this and left it.

Q2. Solve the six letter word puzzle, and collect 2 points for your effort.

_ A _ _ _ _ A song of national praise
N_ _A_ _ A Native American tribe
_ N _ _ _ B To cover or bury
B_ _ _ N _ Scantily cut briefs
_ N _ _ _ _ To impress or plant ideas
R _ _ _ _ E A refund or a discount

Complete the puzzle and you will scream with delight,
Look up and down, to the left and to the right,
The treasure I want will soon come into sight,
Submit the correct pack or you will regret tonight.

This we managed to crack…

The answer:

ANTHEM
NAVAJ O
ENTOMB
BI K I N I
I NS T I L
REBAT E

Look up and down, you can spot the word, RIBENA MOBILE. That’s one of our four treasures.

Q3. Men of Time Out Solutions provide this clue,
To lead you to 9 dragees that are sugar free too,
Chew on it and it will come to you,
Be as cool as ice and break it through.

We found the answer. Mentos Ice cool, 9 dragees, sugar free.

Q4. This was pretty tough. There were 4 pictures. We had to give their names and identify their similarity. The question was something like this…

Figure out these faces and you will realize an item that had ‘them’ in a pack. Bring one of any brand unopened to the finish.

Picture 1 was Larry King
Picture 2 was The Queens ( We thought it was The Carpenters)
Picture 3 was Jack Nicholson
Picture 4 was Ace Ventura (We thought it was Jim Carrey)

We couldn’t break the code. Don’t worry. I’ll provide the answer later.

So we bought the Mentos and Ribena Mobile plus the other items I mentioned just now to Point A. We were asked to pose like Tom Cruise and the sexy Maggie Q in MI3. We gave a damn teruk pose. I’m not putting up pictures: P The teams with all guys had a pretty hard time as all of us have to wear the stilettos to pose. So we saw loads of hairy legs in dainty stilettos complete with the slutty look for the picture. It was damn funny!

So then off to the highway. We had to follow the tulips (directions) given, trip the meter accordingly and solve another 30 set of questions. I’ll get to that in my next post…

He he!

Random thoughts

2006-05-23T11:38:00.000+08:00

I know I’m supposed to write about the Cherating trip but it’s way too long and right now I’m just not in the mood to write a long post.

Been listening to only one song since 9 am, Paakatha from Aaru. It’s super nice, or maybe it’s just me. I haven’t listened to movie songs for some time now.

Anyway, that’s not the reason why I popped in to write this.

I was reading TheStar just now. There was more news about Ho Ping, the 7 year old who was murdered recently. Followed by stories about two teens, T. Suren and M. Kadiravan who were in a jubilant mood and could not wait to tell their families that they would be in the Johor team at the national schools’ sepak takraw competition next month but got killed in an accident on their way back home.

Ho Ping. I read somewhere that reading and watching news is one of the contributing factor for depression. How true I don’t know but just look at our news nowadays. Rape and murder jumps out from almost every single page. Cliché topic, I know. But I can’t help but write.

Random thought. During a speech, someone from the floor asked the speaker, why is it that there are so many depressing things on this earth, people kill each other, declare war, rape?

And he said, this life is such a precious gift. But not many know that. Without a proper path, they start searching for happiness in all the wrong places. In the end, they become depressed. Life is taken for granted. When they couldn’t appreciate their own life, do you think they would appreciate another?

I think he is right.

T.Suren, M. Kadivaran. When I was a kid, I remember seeing in Bagavath Gita, (Indian Holy Book) once, a picture of a dead man on the floor and another man sitting beside it, crying. I still remember the picture very vividly until now. I asked my mother what the caption below the picture meant and she said,

A would be dead man crying for an already dead man.

And I asked her again what it meant and she said, The man is crying for his dead friend without knowing for a fact, that the body that he is in is only temporary. When the time comes, the life in it would leave and he would be lying just like the dead friend.

And I asked her again, a confused 8 year old, what is that supposed to mean, and she said, don’t cry over the body. It is only a host for something more precious called life. That life, is the ability for you to breathe, to move, to do whatever you want. Appreciate it. It never dies. It just moves on, leaving the body behind. It’s like you changing your clothes, once it gets dirty, you change to another. You don’t sit and cry for the clothes you discard.

Too much for me to grasp at that moment. But eventually I did understand what she meant although I could not put it in proper words because it’s a feeling, a realization.

It’s easy to lament. Easy to say life is unfair. I do that. Heaps of times. Sometimes I get angry at God. There were times a long long time ago when I wanted to end my life.

But now, no. I still feel life is unfair at times, but there was a promise made to me and I look forward to living.

No matter how depressing the world is, no matter how sad I feel, I look forward to living. I want to live. I want to feel that beauty, that unimaginable happiness. I want to fulfill the reason I was born.

I know I’m writing non-stop and the end has somewhat no relevance to the beginning of my post. But this is just a random thought in my head. And I popped in to write exactly that.

:D

2006-05-22T10:36:00.000+08:00

I was reading my friend’s blog today and her piece for today really in some way or other, kind of put together whatever thing that had been bugging my mind for quite sometime.

Anyway, I am not in the mood to write about emo stuff. Maybe some other time.

I had a super great time in Cherating. Will post a complete write-up about the trip soon. Got some stuff to do. Have a great week folks..

I’m just so sleepy. Currently nursing my precious two-cups-in-one coffee…

Updates: It's lunch time and i'm glad i brought the glutinous rice porridge mum made for me earlier. I kept it frozen so it's still fine. Tomorrow i have to scour the place for food again. For the hundredth time, i wish i had a car for the food inside sucks but this wish dissapears the moment i step out of work place at 6pm, he he..

On other note, made some phone calls to sort out some bills and banking issues and came to a realisation that having helpdesk/call centre people to help you out at any time of the day is really such a super huge convenience. My only problem is that they speak a little too fast.

Hats off to Maybank2U as well. I am yet to use any other internet banking services but a huge supporter of Standard Chartered and who works in Std Chartered internet banking department said Standard Chartered is the best..How true i'm not sure...tell me if you know...and while you are at that, i am wondering about BCB as well.

In super good mood today, ermmm notice the word super in almost every single paragraph...i am not sure why but it might have something to do with the fact that i didn't have to take lrts and ktms to come to work today. Phew!

But i'm still sleepy and the two cups of coffee is causing a mini tsunami in my stomach...

Updates: My template is out of order..i deleted all the pop quiz i did earlier coz it pushed my links to the bottom, but now it's still the same and i'm not sure what's causing it..hmph!

Tempt me!

2006-05-17T18:57:00.000+08:00

Since I have been placed in a different location for now, my daily commute involves a short pit stop in KL Central to change LRTs.

Now KL Central is fine in the morning, when most of the shops are closed, except the guardian pharmacy, 7 eleven and a food shop.

The after work pit stop is the most dangerous one. Why?

The short walk to the next commuter involves walking pass a small Famous Amos cookie stall which is pure evil! It calls me. It beckons me.

I try to resist, reminding myself not to waste money, not to add extra pounds to my weight, not to look in that shop’s direction…

Not to look at the yummy chocolate laden cookies, not to look at the finger licking raisin and oatmeal cookies, not to look at the soft, lustrous brownies, not to look at the super delicious muffins, not to look at their colorful jelly sweets, not look at their eye-catching packaging…

Must resist, must resist, must resist….

And I always end up buying the brownies and the cookies…always!

Damn!

Famous Amos…pure evil yum!

Tempted yet? >:)

Thankfully I didn't have to take the Lrt yesterday...phew:-)

He he!

P/s: Found this in friendster…Damn cute right?

Paramasivam-The Movie

2006-05-17T16:14:00.000+08:00

I’m surprised that Ajith has taken the same leap as our great actor, Vijayakanth. Well, just watch Paramasivam and you’ll know what I am talking about.

Here’s the summary of the movie which I copied from the net.

“The story revolves around Subramania Siva, who is sentenced to death for killing six policemen who were responsible for the murder of his father and sister. The Jailor, a Doctor, the DGP and the SP bring him out of jail to track down 15 Pak militants.

To conceal his identity, Subramania Siva is reported killed in an encounter in jail, and a body lying unclaimed is cremated, allegedly as that of Siva. Ajith then takes on the identity of Paramasivan and goes after the villains.

The rest of the movie is about how he finishes off one of the masterminds behind the bomb blasts in Kovai, how he saves the family of the DGP from being killed by the militants, how he destroys a five-member human bomb squad to save a major IT deal happening between India and the US, and finally how he saves himself from the same officers who now want him really dead. The movie also has a parallel track on the CBI investigation about the body that was cremated as Siva's.

The comedy aspect is taken care of by Jayaram as a Malayalee CBI Officer and his side-kick Vivek”

Everything goes as usual in this movie until Ajith begins doing gravity defying stunts, oppss, I forgot, even Rajini has done this before. Dodging a bullet. Ajith did it by doing summersaults on a moving bike, Rajini did it while sitting on a chair and Vijayakanth, well, he had done this way too many times for me to remember.

Okay, I know even English movies have these stupid stunts as well but it looks pretty realistic at times, but this, no, they show you the bullet whizzing pass and the person moving sideways after actually noticing the bullet flying in the direction of his nose. Get what I mean?

Then came to most irritating part. Hacking into a secured computer system to get the criminal’s data. And the secured computer system, well it was located in a run-down shack in a village,and i beleive the idea of being secured is to be guarded by two fat village gangsters who probably had no idea what they were guarding in the first place. Anyway as usual, Ajith (Criminal cum Detective) and Prakash Raj (Police officer) managed to get into the shack while the villains went for their nasi lemak break, oppss sorry, thosai break in the middle of the night, I think and voila, they boot the computer and with a climax sound playing in the background which even M13 cannot compare, they click open……..

My documents!!

Yes, my documents. I almost rolled on the floor laughing.

And to add to that, with the grimmest face ever, Ajith clicks on two folders inside My Documents and tells the Officer, ‘Wah, see this. All the information about the bomb blasts and people involved are all here’. Heavy information, stored in My Documents and not even password protected. Man!

Next, you guys who watch Vijayakath’s movies would probably know by now what happens next. He clicks on something and voila, Microsoft PowerPoint opens and all the information and transactions over the past is displayed on the screen with moving letters.

Aduh!

To think they (the bomb-criminals) actually had time to do powerpoint for their activity. And to animate the words. Hmmm...maybe they had to do presentation somewhere.

I survived the movie just to catch Vivek’s comedy parts and Laila's cuteness.=)

Cute!

And Ajith used to look sooooo good. Look at him now. His acting sucks too. He looks like a anorexic person throughout the movie, after his diet of a carrot and an idli for one year [Heard from a friend of a friend =P ]

For more review, check this blog:

Krisathish's Blog

I’m waiting with great anticipation for Vethai Adu Vilayadu by Kamalhassan but I heard the title might be changed before the movie is released. Not a big fan of Mr Kamal but trailer looks pretty promising. I know one crazy Kamalhassan fan who would be trying to get the tickets for the premier in Malaysia...Aaaa aaa aaa ;-)

On an unrelated note, went for a netball game after work with some colleagues. Well, we were supposed to play and show our skills in order to be chosen to represent the company. I doubt I will be chosen as they wanted professional players while my skill is limited to playing a few times in Form 2 but I sure had fun and all the sweating made coming back to the house late after work worthwhile =D

Naked post

2006-05-15T12:15:00.000+08:00

I think I have never really appreciated my home the way I truly appreciated it last weekend.

It’s a different kind of feeling when you are back in your town. Sure, it doesn’t belong to me but in some way, undefined; it feels like it is mine and it waits for my return every time.

And the moment I stepped into my house, I caught myself subconsciously telling myself, ‘this must be how heaven would feel like’ and I realized how much I missed it, my home, my town and my beautiful family.

City life. Exciting. Exhilarating. For a few years, maybe. But being caught up in this mad race, all I ever want is to go home.

Not that I can’t be independent. Not that I cannot survive. Not that I’m a cry-baby or a complain box. But things seem to change. Drastically. It’s like sitting in a stationary train and seeing another moving train, thinking I’m moving. At the end of the day, I’ve not reached my destination.

Fun. Ideas of fun. Enjoyment. Ecstasy. Good. But I’m looking for peace. Coming back from work and finding an odd person sitting inside the house, only to find out the person is bunking in for a few days which later stretches for weeks. Messing and sharing the bathroom. Waking up in the middle of the night only to find the person sprawled in the hall, sleeping. Having to live in slight fear every time I step in the house.

And a living arrangement which I don’t fancy but have to in order to survive. All the lies and cover-ups. I’m living out of my principals and I hate it. I hate it!

I feel I have lost love. Out of principal, I feel I am almost losing the game. I’m wearing a double mask. The glue behind it stings.

The only thing I console myself is my job. Work environment. Compared to what I have survived, this is great. That’s the reason I don’t want to leave. Else I’m all packed up and ready to go.

I saw her during the Wesak day/Cittrai Paurnami celebration up north. She somehow reminded me of myself, a long time ago. I used to be like her. Untouched by this madness.

I shouldn’t be complaining. Like when I saw a blind man during my commute today and told myself if he can face the brunt of life, why can’t you? Sure. I can. Comparing myself to others in need, I should just shut up. But sometimes I just want to scream and find a way out of this mess.

I’m worried about people. A single wrong perception, a wrong word and I would find myself trying to swim through a muddy lake.

I miss my family. I don’t want them to be disappointed in me. In my actions. Coz right now, I feel like I have failed them. The feeling stinks.

I’m so worked up, trying to find a solution.

Emotionally, I’m so exhausted right now.

And I miss my mother. Where else can I find a person who constantly nags me for my own good and be the first to massage my head, make hot milo ( and hot Rasam for lunch, later in the day (-; ) and offer a Panadol tablet the very minute I complain of a slight headache?

My eyes are getting misty and I’m writing this from the office. Not good.

I stop here.

Life Without a Net

2006-05-10T14:13:00.000+08:00

Life Without A Net

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrggggg!

2006-05-09T11:36:00.000+08:00

Such a boring boring day.

And I feel like screaming my lungs out at random.

And I feel like prancing about, hanging from tree to tree like a monkey.

What’s worse that being in prison?

Sitting put in one chair, without anything to do.

Damn!

Got this somewhere....

2006-05-08T15:26:00.000+08:00

THE HEARSE SONG

Did you ever think, as a hearse goes by,
That you might be the next to die?
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
And bury you down about six feet deep

They put you in a big black box,
And cover you up with dirt and rocks,
And all goes well, for about a week,
And then the coffin begins to leak!

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.

A great big worm with rolling eyes,
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes,
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.

You spread it on a slice of bread,
And that's what worms eat when you're dead.
They wrap you up in a long white shirt
And cover you up with rocks and dirt

They put you in a long pine box
And cover you over with dirt and rocks
The worms that crawl in are lean and thin
The worms that crawl out are fat and stout

Your eyes fall in and your hair falls out
Your brains come pouring out your snout
They use your bones as telephones
and call you up but you're no longer at home

You turn the color of sickening green
And pus comes out like butter and cream
You wipe it up with a piece of bread
And that's what you eat when you are dead

They eat your eyes, they eat your nose
They eat the jelly between your toes
Your eyes pop out, your teeth decay
and that's the end of a peaceful day

Your stomach turns a mossy green
And pus comes out like fresh whipped cream
You wipe it up with a piece of bread
And that's what you eat when you are dead

Thank you. 2

2006-05-06T16:06:00.000+08:00

There were many times in my life when I was bracing myself to face each day, wishing another minute will not appear or for that day not to emerge.

Now I have been reminded that no matter what happens in my life, no matter if desires were not fulfilled, things didn’t not go as planned, I should be thankful that the day came.

I have been given a reason and a million thanks would not be enough.

Thank you.

2006-05-05T16:02:00.000+08:00

The skies are blue again.

The flowers are blooming.

The bees are buzzing.

The birds are chirping.

The sun is warm.

The day is bright.

The lips are smiling.

The soft breeze is blowing.

The song is sweet.

The words are promising.

The rain has stopped.

I can’t express myself anymore.

Let’s go.

Let’s dance.

It’s time to be free.

It’s time to rejoice.

It always has been.

It can't get any beautiful than this.

Sting-The Book of My Life

2006-05-05T14:17:00.000+08:00

I posted about Sting a long time ago and he still remains my all time favourite singer. I know i have posted this lyric before but i can't help but post it again.

Enjoy reading.

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand ‘til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Sting rocks!

Center-fold

2006-05-05T12:25:00.000+08:00

Sometimes everything is crystal clear and I feel absolute clarity but there are times when everything is so cloudy that I have to sit back and wait until the dust settles before I proceed.

Today is one of those days when I can’t decide if it is cloudy or sunny or rainy. This is the time when I tell myself I need to run through, come cloud, come sunshine or rain.

Fear is there, absolute. My worldly desire and ego being fulfilled all in one go. I wanted this a long time ago, it’s in my plate now but now I couldn’t find the same desire to lift it to taste. My confidence is being blown all over with all sorts of fulfillment and demands; I’m unable to grasp to find balance. I can’t handle it. I don’t know if I could handle it. There's no familiar face to rely on.

The cloud has settled. Comparisons made and I’m not in the losing end whichever way I measure myself.

I see thunderstorm far in the horizon. Suddenly the grass seems greener in my very own meadow. The moment has arrived and I can’t afford to let it go to waste.

In this trivial pursuit, I cannot let go of my own self.

And life seems brighter when i know; when everything is like a swivel of the hurricane, i still have something that rightfully belong to me and me alone and that which i could rely on and that which could never be taken away from me.

Moments like this, my heart is filled with gratitude even when it's hailing outside...

Isle

2006-05-04T15:05:00.000+08:00

It’s quiet and serene. And in it I grow.

Bright and blue, yellow and sunny, today feels so beautiful, I'm so full of gratitude.

Tippity Tippity Tap

2006-04-26T15:54:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was spent cruising in the lake on a boat. I didn’t enjoy the first half of the ride. The lake was dark, the water murky, the area not well lit, it was raining slightly and there were only two of us in the boat without any life-jackets on. I tried to be calm but found myself gripping tightly to the boat’s cushion seats, praying profusely to everything (including the water-nymphs) not to let me and him fall into the murky water while my mind went berserk with wild imaginations of water accidents.

I have always been a little wary of seas and waterfalls and lakes and rivers. I can’t swim. Overcoming the fear of waterfalls took me some time. We frequented the falls often when I was in primary school and I used to freak out when something touches my feet (which usually will be some rotten leaves), thinking it was some lost crocodile looking for a ‘drumstick’, he he..(well actually that fear came after watching some movie where a baby croc was flushed into the toilet bowl and it grew up and swam into the city eventually to begin its terror attacks) or perhaps a shark. (Yes, I know, sharks can’t live in waterfalls but then…ah well).

I managed to overcome my fear by going on a banana boat recently and get flung into the sea voluntarily, even paying for it…well the sense of achievement lasted for a few minutes and then while jet-skiing, actually while trying to teach someone to ride it, she made a sharp turn and I accidentally fell into the inner part of the sea, with no one within maybe 800m radius to save me and had to wait for the guy who handles the ski to come up to pull me out. Well those minutes of waiting felt like eternity, with me wondering what on earth under the water is actually aiming at my legs for lunch. With a tightly worn life jacket (which was actually making me gasp for breath) separating me from a drowning death, I was actually surprised that I didn’t lose my mind. Dramatizing… I know.

I stop here.

Anyway the second half of the ride was fun. The boatman took us to the other side of the lake which was lit with colorful lights and flowers. It was well populated with people along the banks so I was fine.

With all these fears, I should be staying away from water but no, the outing next month is somewhere near the sea again…ah well…bracing myself…

By the way, don’t bother watching The Wild. It’s not even half as funny as Ice Age 2. The story is same as Madagascar and you’ll probably give out a chuckle here and there, nothing more. Waiting for TheAntBully or BullyTheAnt, whatever…and two more animated movies…

He’s still making his clicking clucking sounds the whole day and I realized I’m actually making a mental picture of me stuffing his mouth with bird’s eye chilies over and over again.

Not good.

Marina's Musings

2006-04-25T18:18:00.000+08:00

Love her..She's great :-http://www.thestar.com.my/columnists/story.asp?file=/columnists/2006/4/19/musings/13981509&sec=Musings

Almost all her columns are like bull's eye...spot on...

Stop Taxi!

2006-04-25T14:18:00.000+08:00

http://newyorkhack.blogspot.com is a blog by a woman taxi driver in NYC. Well, who would have thought about life from a taxi driver’s perspective? Been reading this one the whole day and thanking discreetly for our custom of not tipping for any service especially taxis since I rely on it most of the time…Try I might but could not manage to agree with her irritation for not getting a decent tip…but then again, what would I know? I’m not behind the wheel. Makes me feel grateful for my desk job but I most definitely wouldn’t say no for a one day stint as a woman taxi driver and meet the loons and croons of Malaysia.

Speaking of taxis, for my short stay (so far) in KL, I have seen a variety of taxi drivers, mostly very nice ones, friendly and all. There are some rude ones too, out to spoil my day. Not that I expect to be treated like royalty but some amount of courtesy is expected. Rotten ones aside, most of them are extremely nice and they charge me very ‘nicely’ too. :-(

Unrelated. Ate way too much last night and woke up in pain. I’m currently making peace with my stomach by allowing only organic food into my mouth. Lunch was just fruits and yogurt but I couldn’t resist a cup of coffee from the machine.

I want to write more about work but since the day I discovered the two blogs, I am forced to think twice and be doubly wary of what I write.

Anyway, I’ll link up all these new blogs in my site. Enjoy reading!

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2006-04-24T16:23:00.000+08:00

It’s funny how sometimes when you least expect something from someone, that someone actually does more than you expect even if that is not needed from his/her side. Not that it was big, it even came with bits of attitude but I guess that was big, coming from that side.

Anyway, I’m not going to sit and play with words here.

On a separate note, work seems to be a little slow but I’m feeling like I’m caught between one too many firms. One that I belong to, one that I’m dealing with, the one whom actually needs the service and two more who deal with the one who needs the service. Two or three way communication seems to be a little too taxing especially if you are caught in the middle, trying to understand both ways, technically and experimenting with a new technology yet to be implemented anywhere nearby. Suddenly IT looks like a huge swirling globe.

I just read what I wrote and I guess I’m playing with words again.

My sanctuary seems to always stay open but all these while, I never made the effort to walk in. Well I did, and then stopped halfway. The time like this is when I appreciate what I have the most and start walking the path again.

Unrelated

2006-04-21T13:24:00.000+08:00

It has been such a long working week. I’m so glad it’s Friday. It's pretty quiet today since everyone has gone to their client-site so i'm happily blasting songs from my laptop speaker:D

Was google -ing for something about my company and ended up discovering two blogs belonging to my work mates. Not sure if I should tell them. It’s just some harmless blog. Will decide later.

And it triggered some warning bells in my head and I had to go back and delete some posts in my own blog just in case.

Having a blog seems to be a little too risky nowadays…

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And as for you, yes you are right and i'm wrong. I'm all that you have labelled me and you are all the opposite and extremely matured and everything nice and what not. And i hope this statement makes you happy because i guess that's what you want precisely. i'm a little too sick and tired to play this game and having to explain without being understood each and everytime. This is my blog, let me write whatever i want. If you can't digest it, ignore me. i guess you can say back the same to me, yes...that's exactly what im going to do also...never to visit those dark corners again...And no, this is not an emotional game, i'm not expecting you to be all remoseful and what not...euwwwwwww, a big yucky no....and i wasn't exactly refering to you when i mentioned the word friends, so relex...take a chill pill dude! Ah...sorry..i'm being childish again...

I cannot cater my posts to follow your opinion, because this is my blog, mine and all mine and i'm different from you. I want to write whatever i want too...Why the different levels of justice? Ah...why do i even bother explaining...

Now let me go to the corner and cry like a crybaby and play some reverse psychology game and what not...

Ah...Yes, you are right!

Picture

2006-04-21T13:21:00.000+08:00

Now that I see it, whatever that the guy said years ago seems to be true. Something that big will never last long. It’s breaking now, into two separate pieces. Well, not now. I guess it started cracking a few years ago as well but was concealed. Now it just lies bare, in its naked truth.

Not that it bothers me. I saw it coming, like an ugly boil, started small, like a lump, now it has erupted like a volcano…but it still baffles me. How such a thing that started with joy and happiness and merriness now crumbled into something long forgotten, turning into contempt, competition and comparison.

It still baffles me how that glorious big piece now lying as a huge crumbled mess, can’t seem to be together. It’s now a contest, which piece is better, bigger…which piece is right, which piece is wrong…which piece is successful, which piece is not worth thinking about.

Some pieces rejected, some pieces together, some pieces alone, some fake pieces.

Some pieces want to be heard. Some pieces want to lead. Some pieces can’t stand the sight of another piece. Some pieces want to be lead. Some pieces can’t agree. Some pieces just don’t care.

The crowing glory long gone. I should have done something but it’s too late now. I’m part of the game. I can’t do anything unless the pieces want to form the mould again.

Until then, the messed jigsaw puzzles lies ignored, although every single piece know if they fit together, a beautiful picture would be formed.

Disclaimer: This is purely fictional and has no reference to anything or anyone in particular.

Done.

2006-04-20T14:02:00.000+08:00

...

2006-04-19T17:03:00.000+08:00

Oh crap,
More crap.

Revenge: Last

2006-04-18T14:24:00.000+08:00

Two years ago i wrote about getting hurt and wanted revenge. Last week i got what i wanted. It’s not the kind of revenge that made the person bleed to death or cut himself/herself into two. But it was exactly like how I wanted it to be, subtle but enough to wipe the burning flame of hurt inside me.Now that it’s over, I can just forget the incident, wipe the person’s name from my memory and move on.

Air travel

2006-04-18T09:59:00.000+08:00

Made my first contact with airports, flying on airplanes and going through immigration checkpoints. Although it was a short business trip, I enjoyed the thrill. :- )

Banana story

2006-04-12T16:11:00.000+08:00

Sometimes I don’t understand how such a simple remark can be blown out of proportions.

It’s fine if it is direct, where I could justify my actions. Then it went to personal attacks and then followed by additions by people who were not involved in the first place. More links. More sly personal attacks.

Well, labeling a person immature, backwards, culture shocked etc is very easy, coming from people who first made a stand by saying it’s wrong to be judgmental. It wont take long for me to do it too, but I don’t wish to do it because the whole issue seems to be inane.

I can think I’m the angel and you are the devil. And you can do the same. And we can keep contradicting each other until we run out of space. In the end, there’s no one there to prove who is right and who is wrong and we ourselves are not going to change our minds.

I do remember long time ago, about 5 years back; someone used a real bad sentence that made me cry followed by another girl. I hated the sentence and I still hate it now. If that makes me immature, then be it.

It’s like making a stand that I hate bananas. I tried eating it but it tasted horrible. Then came a group of people who say, she must be stupid and shallow for hating bananas. When I made my stand, they got mad. Then they started chanting banana banana banana in any space right under my nose. Then came people who say, ‘She thinks she is helluva great,innocent,frilly, acting goody-goody and all coz she hates bananas.’'If the whole world loves bananas, she should love it too.'[This reminds me of a proverb/saying in Tamil]

I never made any stand which said, ‘I hate people who love bananas nor did I say I think people who love bananas are dumb.’ Never too did I say, ‘I’m great coz I hate bananas.’ And for those who wanted me to love bananas, I simply refused.

And when I did that…I was told if I hate bananas, and can’t force myself to like it, go make my stand elsewhere where other people can’t hear/know-about it. Sometimes I do wonder if I was wrong but then again when I think about it, at least I didn’t pretend that I love bananas and then spit it out when no one is looking. Besides, all my justifications were directed without a veil.

Whatever la…you can even start a petition about my statement and get the whole world to sign against me. You can label me anything you wish until you run out of words from the dictionary or you can even start a whole new issue out of this post and make remarks again and attack my character. I don’t really care also and I won’t be doing anything about it coz all I think is the whole issue is silly especially coming from people whom earlier,I thought were my friends(few,not all).

And yeah, I still hate bananas especially pisang emas, ick!

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2006-04-07T17:43:00.000+08:00

Did a very embrassing thing today but can't help chuckling to myself ;-)

Content

2006-04-06T18:31:00.000+08:00

There’s a small guy who can’t walk working at the place nearby mine. Today when I was on the way out, I saw him trying to stand up to open his factory door. I went to help him but he respectfully declined and proceeded to help himself. I could only watch and wonder, where he draws the inner strength from.

Sometimes I guess I get random messages,when people who don't mean a thing to you try to mess with your life, look around and you can see your problems are nothing compared to others.

And with that, I feel content and every other emotion just disappeared without a trace.

Post annoy me note

2006-04-06T09:54:00.000+08:00

I will not tolerate trolling,spamming or defaming. To hell with freedom of speech,this is MY blog.

Bear in mind, i do not have any particular grudge on anyone who have commented in contrast to my views. If i don't like a view, i comment on it and you can defend yourself again. Hence the comment section. It's not a big deal.

BUT

Asking me to shut up and accept the comments without fighting back/getting annoyed or to find another place to rant is like giving me a slap and telling me i shouldn't respond.

I do not appreciate such free advices.

I'm closing this topic and any further comments on this post or on other annoy me posts will be deleted.

p/s: I checked out two blogs and the comments in it today. Both were very funny but would have been better if it was original compositions instead of copy paste jobs..but hey,at least the comments were original..still chuckling to myself..:-D..good job!

Babies

2006-04-06T09:25:00.000+08:00

After all the annoying things at work plus the blog, I went back home, tired and weary…but the moment I saw baby V in the house, he brightened up my day with his cutie-pie smile :-)

Babies do have a knack to put sunshine back in your face, don’t they? And better still, the sister is again pregnant and would be delivering next month and for the first time, I got to see the unborn kicking her mummy’s stomach. There were tiny movements on the belly which I managed to see and touch. Oh boy, that’s one of life’s greatest miracle, isn’t it? To actually have another life dwelling inside of you. The sister said her second child is really active and it hurts sometimes. She couldn’t really walk much as the baby’s head is already at the ready-to-be-out state.

She did scare me with the stories of the pain though…but I guess, for that piece of sunshine, I don’t really mind :-)

And today a mail from the boss, my vendor is coming back next week..more work but yahoo!

He he!

2006-04-05T18:17:00.000+08:00

Nothing like good friends to brighten up my day. Thanks for coming all the way to see me. And another to msg me in IM.

I’m a happy girl! Wohoo!

Yumm!

2006-04-05T17:36:00.000+08:00

Spent my time drooling over these...Picture obtained from http://masak-masak.blogspot.com

Annoy me 1

2006-04-05T09:23:00.000+08:00

I don’t understand why people like to use the f word for no particular reason.

Okay, I’m fine with them venting out their frustrations by saying the f word but why use it to describe almost every other emotions? It’s not an adjective, you know.

Today I was in the lift with a bunch of guys and this was the conversation:-

Guy1: Hey dude, never seen you around for a long time.
Guy2: Yeah,I was away. Took leave for one f***ing week.
Guy3: Oh yeah?
Guy2: Yeah, I took some f***ing informal leave and some formal leave.

Was that necessary?

I just hate people who use the f*** word because I’m constantly reminded of the act itself, which is disgusting. What you think? You are freaking cool just because you used THE word?

And what’s up with these taxi drivers nowadays?

When I board a taxi, all I ever want is to be able to go from Point A to Point B. That’s it! You don’t have to make small talks, tell me about your problems, your family history, ask for my family history and about my daily life and towards the end of the conversation, give me advice. That’s the thing I hate the most. Free advice. No one asked you for one, so you can just shut up and drive me to where I wish to go. That’s it. Is that too hard to understand? I don’t need free advice. I know how to conduct my life and if I need one, I know where to get it.

Some of my friends are asking me very annoying questions Joke or no joke, don’t keep repeating it. I’m keeping quiet because they are my friends but I also have my limit which is currently wearing thin.

When I reached the office, I got this forward:-

On Wednesday, April 5, 2006, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 AM in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06 This will never happen again in your life time.

Oh boy, let’s jump up and down and celebrate.

So freaking annoyed.

Post Note:
I received some comments which of course were not to my liking...

But no matter how you try to reason about it to me, i can't change my perception because it seriously irritates me. If that is supposed to be some sort of 'freedom of expression', then let it be. But don't expect everyone to accept it.

Besides, hearing F word doesn't exactly conjure up an image of two people who are comfortable with each other making love...i must be an angel if that's what i see, he he :-)...

Note also, i did not say the guy2 is bad/good. I was not JUDGING him. Never in my post did i evaluate him. I said the word irritates me. I'm shallow?...heh! I have friends who use it too...I don't judge them, otherwise, they wont be my friends, would they? I'm shallow again?...Heh!

I know people get so used to the word that they unconciously use it to describe everything. Fine. I can accept it when they are mad. But i can't train my brain to unconciously accept it in each and every sentence. Ok,let's put it this way...

Refer conversation between the guys, replace f*** with chee-byee or any other bad words you could think of or maybe replace f*** with the same word in Tamil...imagine how the conversation would sound? Nice? if i also need to accept that, i guess we can eliminate adjectives from the english language, na?

But to round it up, if you are fine with it, good. I am not fine with it, hence the rant.

Hey, I'm just blowing off some steam!

p/s: Yes Nalin, I agree with you!:-)
Yes Uma, ex-roomies think alike ;-P
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Darn it!

2006-03-30T17:44:00.000+08:00

I really feel like flinging my head on the wall...

it gets harder and harder each day...arrrghhhh!

who invented IT????