Friday, December 30, 2005
"emotional scars are hardest to heal"
arramakkk ... wa sambung later ... watashi no boss panggil desu ne. :op
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
smalam i baca artikel kat malay newspaper masa tgh makan
cara2 utk memilih suami dlm islam
pasal sekufu tu ada 5 ke 6 ciri2
i lupa la ..
tapi satu is kluarga..macam takleh ada beza sgt
lagi satu kerjaya..
isteri takleh lebih2 terror dari hubby
yg lain ciri2 biasa la
kalo hubby pemalas kerja, pas tu isteri climb the ladder, cemana
lyg tu i take not
melindungi wanita drp bahaya
pandai menjaga darjat diri
bercakap dikota n diamalkan
berkebolehan dalam urusan rumahtangga supaya boleh menolong isteri
mempunyai kepercayaan penuh kepada bakal isteri
tidak harap titik peluh isteri
dtgdari keturunan baik2
tidak ada keturunan yg gila babi
i copy dalam my blog OK
Monday, December 26, 2005
she comes here everyday
to see me
she tells me
about her day
i could see her desires
sense her loneliness
i was tempted
in a moment of cruelty
i offer myself
just before she
for the satisfaction
i could have her
but i won't,
i take it back
just when she breaks into
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
so, i decided to have a ticket for them kittens at home. hahahahahahaha!
There are three of them.
Betty - short for Batman betina (the spot on her face looks exactly like Batman's mask, alas she's a lady.)
Ontel - short for oren montel (very the montel, very the geram watching him turn the shoe boxes upside down.)
Ada - short for adult (she thinks she's an adult; she fusses over her other siblings, she protects them from my father's hand and insists that she share canned food with the other adult cats, when her siblings are still imbibing cat mummy's milk.)
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
went to http://www.drawahouse.com, and here's their verdict. manyak tipu muslihat! both versions produced the same outcome.
Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You love your house and family. You are a gifted artist as well. Once you have a problem, you need a friend with you. Your life is always full of changes. Once you have a problem, you need a friend with you. Your life is always full of changes.You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You see the world as it is, not as you believe it should be.
You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. We also see that you are sensuous, sexual, and privately passionate. You don't think much about yourself.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
We were on about NEP, the fact that the non-Bumiputera agreed to forego any special rights in exchange of citizenship, some articles in the constitution. But then we Malays don’t have that reading and writing culture, how are we to defend our rights when we have collective amnesia of the past.
Anyways, En Hashim related to me when he was younger, the former PM used to make his team give Tetamu Negara treatment to the President of Nauru, which is the world’s smallest independent republic. The President was a big fellow, when he asked for a message treatment, En Hashim send a police officer to get the best masseur in Kampung Baru. You know that sort of thing. Everyone criticised Dr M because most people thought it was a waste of the nation’s money. As he was relating the experience, I saw that Dr M was eyeing the money from Nauru’s phosphates. True enough, the President of Nauru was smitten with us, he diverted his investments from Australia to Malaysia. Patut laa Australia was so pissed off with us. There was more stories about Dr M’s PR work with South Africa, Cambodia, which had made Malaysia these countries’ first choice when it comes to doing business. How Dr M understood the theories of economics and challenged the popular thought when deciding to get Malaysia out of the 1997 downturn. The man has got vision.
I told En Hashim he should document these stories so that youngsters like me can learn from Dr M’s strategies. En Hashim kata they are Sulit matters. Haiyoh! Manyiak rugi wooo!!!! <- ala ala the psycho cat – Ah Beng.
Bapak, he’s a tea person and Mama, a coffee person. They’ve lived happily that way until one day Mama bought Nescafe Gold and fell head over heels with it. Bapak was curious and had a taste; he too fell head over heels. I was curious as well but to me it’s just coffee.
Anyways, since they are both drinking the same drink of course laa habis cepat. Mama buys her own coffee and after half a year of buying and buying and seeing Bapak goyang kaki habiskan the drink, she got annoyed. Last week she bought a new bottle of Nescafe Gold and hid it. I saw Bapak going back to his tea. I went in my head, “Haiks?! Bukan Mama dah beli coffee baru ke?” Mama of course was satisfied.
To cut the story short, last Friday Bapak discovered the Nescafe Gold and went on a membebel spree. He hid the bottle. Mama pun annoyed Bapak hid her coffee and carik the bottle, after she found it, she hid it somewhere else. It goes on and on.
They don’t talk to each other about it. Guess who had to suffer, moi.
Maybe I should buy another bottle, to create that false satisfaction that they both managed to out smart each other.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Anyways, just some minutes ago, in Sunway I saw an Indian bloke running away with a lady's handbag and a bunch of ladies chasing him. Instantly, without pikir panjang I rammed into the getaway bike. Fine, the snatch thieves were caught, the lady got her handbag. All's well that ends well.
Wait, I am left with a problem. The cute green arse was left with a dent. Goh! Mati laa nak bayar.
Lesson learnt: Don't help people (?!)
- Tun Abdul Razak bin Dato' Hussein, Malaysia's Second Prime Minister
Saturday, December 17, 2005
too many from my school alumnae are either suffering from cancer, cancer survivors or have died of cancer.
related to the school ground? by chance? or is cancer too common in malaysia now?
a little al-fatihah for kak ida j.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
I was signed up for the Perdana Global Peace Forum 2005. I've set my mind to go. I'm excited at the prospect of being there.
Yesterday evening in came a fax from this Government agency we're working with commanding us for a meeting on Monday. The superior being requested that I stay in the office to do preparatory work.
Grrrrr ........ tantrum la nih! tantrum la nih! Uwaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Tinggal us three budak hitam in the middle. Sob! Sob!
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Yesterday I finally met this bloke I’ve been in touch with since 2003, through Friendster. Hehe! Not a word to the psycho cat – Ah Beng! He will liken me to them people sending their profile to URTV for the luuuuangan be-ke-nalan. :op
Hey! I can safely claim 99% of them on my Friendster list are people I’ve known or previously met.
Anyways, I discovered how uncomfortable it is when you know the other party is analysing you. The problem is when I meet a new person that’s exactly what I do. Hehe! The difference was I don’t share with the other person my “findings”, this bugger told me all.
Just because my eyeball likes to do a certain movement, he considered me highly creative, a dreamer. Demmit! (Mental note: next time consciously manipulate your eyeball movement)
Just because my favourite board games are MONOPOLY and RISK, I’m out to conquer the world. Chait! Wouldn’t it be possible I like them both because my OKU ID reads etymologically challenged (Oh ya! OKU = Orang Kurang Upaya) hence, me being crap at SCRABBLE and BOOGLE. (Mental note: learn to excel at word board games so that I can claim I like them)
Last, he thought I was a good girl, who doesn’t do wild parties. Hehe! He definitely got that wrong or did he?! Define wild parties.
P.S. To a lakan lama ...
Happy Birthday, laling!
Monday, December 12, 2005
"a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race"
maybe sydney should adopt spaniard's Racism Kiosk, just to encourage people to think and reflect.
a story of ordinary people
on Weekend Activities
my weekend hasn't ended (jangan jealous KL workers) but lets recap
Ship my mom and her friends to and from the ASEAN Summit forum thingie. Had to hear them debrief.
Went to a wedding in Shah Alam, a garden wedding with brilliant musicians. Thought the cello lad was good looking. Hehehe!
Was a kuli angkut hantaran for my cousin, Ibrahim. Mana upah?!
Lepak at the Dome, KLCC, waved and winked at tiny tots who passed by, awaiting their reaction. One gave me a flying kiss, how adorable.
Saw Aeon Flux, loved the wardrobe!
Booked Air Asia tickets to Bandung and Jakarta. Kini Siapapun Bisa Terbang!
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Route 15 will run from Trafalgar Square to Tower Hill, via Fleet Street, while the number nine will start at Royal Albert Hall, end in Aldwych, and take in Knightsbridge and Piccadilly.
David Cameron told Tony Blair “He was the future once” at his first appearance in Prime Minister’s Questions and it came down as line of the day. Such extraordinary display of confidence. I found an interesting Newsnight footage of a journalist trying to get close to David.
Basically, I’m easy to please.
But I left Joe Hasham’s Julius Caesar with a blank. I was more impressed with the venue; it reminded me of Manchester’s Greenroom. Alamak! Rindunya …… Pete Teoh once performed at the Greenroom, I think it was he.
Last night’s play was on the assassination of Julius Caesar by opulent conservatives in the senate, who felt Caesar was an ambitious man, hence would bring danger to Rome. I’m familiar with the story, watching it was like me going through a text. I have to give credits to Cassius (Patrick Teoh) and Marc Antony (Gavin Yap) as they managed to attract my attention though the cast as a team failed to pull me in, dribble my emotions, poke and wring occasionally. I was disappointed really.
And they didn’t warn us about the throbbing light in their effects. Someone with migraine or epilepsy could get an attack and the production can be sued! My eyes went watery je, so the production team are safe from having to face my wrath. When I was at university, a production like so, would leave warning on their posters and when we purchase the tickets, they would remind us that they use such lighting effects.
Tapi best nyer Sentul West! It’ll definitely be the next Bangsar if YTL’s plan pulls through. But then me Tamarind apartment no more….:o(
Friday, December 09, 2005
No 11 of Europe's top 50 universities ... wehey!
... hehehehe ... gedik tak?!
last night, alumni of the engineering and physical sciences department had a little get together. i was a sesat there but i enjoyed the dinner as much. i was late though; an extreme case of tardiness. all because mama dearest forgot to check the car's ayor; the car went dead. so we had to wait for a while til the engine sejuk and we get to move again. mom and i are from the same alumni.
when we arrived, people were already on their dessert. lucky it was a buffet, so i took my own sweet time to eat. when i was on my main meal, the dinner ended. chait!
somehow, there's a certain mr tan who stopped to chat at our table. alamak! i want my dessert la brader. i had to be polite and layan the conversation, "what course did you do in manchester?". he went, "triple e" (that's electrical, electronic engineering) "i completed my masters, and was supposed to do my PhD" (makkk!!! friendly laa pulak pak cik nih) "then came boyfriend girlfriend problem, I decided to go home. Later, both of us nothing already". I menyampuk, "that sounds familiar laa Mr Tan".
The whole table later stayed back to chat. Best laa tapi; we discussed macam2. One of them being Malaysian press. Hehe! And I love it when I'm right, two from different national broadsheet admitted that they practice self censorship since members of their board of directors are mostly political appointees.
Anyways, back to the alumni dinner. We were the last to leave the hotel at 12:30 a.m. Achooo makkkkk! And I didn't get my dessert even!!! Huwaaaaa!!!!
Thursday, December 08, 2005
I mean, imagine: You played a gal, you trashed her good. 20 years from now, your daughter is going out with her son. Drama swasta in the making!
This brings me to the story Lynor is making me share – hope you’re happy Mummy-o! KAK Wegra (to Arina) will try ….
There’s this young photographer, rather good with the lenses. He specialises in wedding photography. I admired his work; I’ve been recommending that my friends employ him as their photographer.
Anyways, after his stint covering a “royal wedding” in London, he came back posting his displeasure with the Malaysian market and criticising his customers for suggesting that his RM 2,500 rate is steep on his “marketing tool”. He claimed photographers in the UK are millionaire.
Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!
I didn’t want my favourite photographer to lupa daratan so I tegur something along the line: You should be grateful the Malaysian market has grown, has matured. Previously, wedding photography means studio photography and people would record the event which their own camera. Today, we employ professional photographer.
Someone who read my comment, commented that his avid fan has turned to the other side, instead of the usual praises I now criticise. I tried to correct her; I don’t hate him. I still think the bloke is good at what he does. But criticising the market he’s serving was unjustified. We paid our Malaysian photographer well. And not all British photographers are millionaire. For one event we had in London, we paid a British photographer 500 quid for the day’s event. So where did the millionaire rumour came from? I gave facts to back my arguments.
The photographer went all defensive and went attacking. He claimed, the British photographer we employed was not a posh photographer and you won’t find posh photographers covering our non-posh events. Fuiyoh!
I was in the mood to be puerile so I asked him to define posh? His London partner replied obviously I’ve never been to London for I don’t understand the term posh. He likened it as going to a posh restaurant and paying a few hundred quid and a restaurant paying a few quid for a meal. Interesting, the opposite of posh restaurant is restaurant. :op
I know I was being childish and notty! But just this once…..
The whole thing ended up with me tergedik-gedik ala2 merajuk, konon hurt gila and told him I’m not visiting his fotopages anymore. He said good riddance.
A few months later…..
His London counterpart covered our event. Kah! Kah! Kah!
And today I found out, he got my younger brother to be on his London team. He! He! He!
And they are bidding for our May 2006 event. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Shall I be evil or shall I be magnanimous?
i'm firm, definitely, but am trying my best to stay polite. why can they just be objective. they have been delaying and wanted to delay payment further, at the same time wanted us to deliver the moon and the sun.
when they realised they couldn't bend me, they started throwing personal attack. tak pakai tudung pun jadi issue!
what was that about?!
tarik nafas .... lepas .... tarik nafas .... lepas ... smile girl!
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Last night I read a blog, quoting Profesor DiRaja Ungku Aziz, criticising the Government's policy of trying to encourage entrepreneurship amongst Bumiputera as daff and likened it to the creation of a "nation of shopkeepers" only with a different name - entrepreneurs.
If we don't have the dosh to invest on human capital, can we develop our human capital pun?
If you are not paid your salary from your company's piggy, honestly can you do work? Can you even ponder on Malay dilemma? Won't there be additional 101 issues creeping in? How did the company's piggy get fat? Through mere thinking? Wasn't corporate entrepreneurship required to help the piggy get fat?
As I see it they are both important. It's just part of a nation's development process. We'll get there.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Image: 20th March 2005, Pulau Duyong Shipyard, Kuala Terengganu
Being the last person in a "process" is no fun. I've completed other things need to be doing, yet I'm still waiting for it ... copek la jang oii! Eden speeking noghori kang ...
At 11:55 pm tonite, a friend, I referred to her as Ginger earlier, is going back to London. Sigh!
Today, I noticed, some, just because they had a long, bad day, they feel they have the right to behave certain unpleasant ways, and treat others curt and rude. Don't punish others laa, please ... a chocolate dipped sweet please ...
hmmmm ... PMS izzit?! Negativity, sensitive yang terlampau and moodiness starting to engulf. Better hush up the next few days. If you've got nothing good to say, better shut it, right? :op
Friday, December 02, 2005
Not that when they're in town we berkepit all the time but the knowledge that they'd be there to answer my calls or return my texts and that they'd jump on the invitation to hang out was more than enough to warm the heart. Today, i feel a tiny void. (Yep! This is meant to make y'all feel guilty about leaving me this week. No pun intended.) :op