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With no special occasion to attend to, no hot date in the line, my big fat lazy ass   (errmmm.. not that fat actually * wink * ) unwilling to leave the couch, lackadaisical attitude towards my losing shape perm hair  which is desperately in need on trim, treatment and pampering.. ooohhh (I groaned to myself) “What the hell why not just stay  home and watch some old dvds”.

As I was running through those dusty stacks of dvds I came a crossed this very unique vcd in the title ‘ The Song of Joys’ to my surprised, featuring myself and all the rest of my choir mates in UKM…  aaheemmm  (*clear throat * with a lower tone of voice) “UKM has been ranked as the first local university in our country which I believed has brought glory to many of us”..* lol *

Back to my story.. might not make much impression to those who are  not in the choir but certainly it does to me. As it started playing.. I was able to sense the tingles behind my spine and butterflies in my tummy as though we are performing all over again for the Taiwan – Malaysia Goodwill Cultural Exchange at the Wisma Kebudayaan SGM 17^th FEB 2003.  Almost all local universities were there and the Taiwan choir members. Our chancellor was the guest of honour that night and we were all dressed up in traditional Malay costumes (deep blue, bright pink, black and some other colour for the guys) that we think it look horrendous that time. However in fact, after viewing it again I think we look gorgeous * giggles* colourful and vibrant, innocent in fact better looking than the rest. Fast forwarding almost the first two performances one of it by UPM, I just cannot wait to see us in action. In my heart we are the best…. hmmm talking about arrogance or ‘perasan’ in Bahasa. It was certainly wonderful and awesome to see everyone including my choirmaster which I am quite fearful of due to truancy when comes to practices… sigh kids will be kids…but it was great.

When we have time to reflect and not to busy chasing the rat race, we should sit down, think and recalled what have we done during our good old days.

The things we did,

The most outrageous costume you were forced to wear,

The most fictitious drama queen act you have done (never forgetting our civic teacher who loves to call out for acting during her classes * tsk tsk *)

Games that we once played ( ice –cream cola or pepsi cola, ghost hunting around the school compound.. oh dear..)

Teachers that we once idolised (showering them with gifts and flowers during teachers day after the hard times they have given us),

Friends that we once hated so much and now have become the most humorous gossip and most eventful part of our school life (who has become a star politician for a moment)

Competitions and sports such as racing with coconut shells strapped  on to our feets .. with plastic ropes that cut into our young tender flesh as we run (oohh… those bloody wicked teachers, the games that they could think of to torture us),

Parties that we once held at home with games, dances and punishments…..uninvited guest attending plotted by your best friends

As all this comes to an end, we shall always remember that these days we have once hated will be the days we love and cherish in the future.

Never failed to put a smile in our face, as life leads us to different paths and destiny.The thought that will always bring us together no matter near or far, land or sea and married or not.

p/s A blog to all my friends who dare to cramp in to my mini car, friends with weird nicknames, friends that i hate but was in my childhood, friends from f6  and University.

With no special occasion to attend to, no hot date in the line, my big fat lazy ass   (errmmm.. not that fat actually * wink * ) unwilling to leave the couch, lackadaisical attitude towards my losing shape perm hair  which is desperately in need on trim, treatment and pampering.. ooohhh (I groaned to myself) “What the hell why not just stay  home and watch some old dvds”.

As I was running through those dusty stacks of dvds I came a crossed this very unique vcd in the title ‘ The Song of Joys’ to my surprised, featuring myself and all the rest of my choir mates in UKM…  aaheemmm  (*clear throat * with a lower tone of voice) “UKM has been ranked as the first local university in our country which I believed has brought glory to many of us”..* lol *

Back to my story.. might not make much impression to those who are  not in the choir but certainly it does to me. As it started playing.. I was able to sense the tingles behind my spine and butterflies in my tummy as though we are performing all over again for the Taiwan – Malaysia Goodwill Cultural Exchange at the Wisma Kebudayaan SGM 17^th FEB 2003.  Almost all local universities were there and the Taiwan choir members. Our chancellor was the guest of honour that night and we were all dressed up in traditional Malay costumes (deep blue, bright pink, black and some other colour for the guys) that we think it look horrendous that time. However in fact, after viewing it again I think we look gorgeous * giggles* colourful and vibrant, innocent in fact better looking than the rest. Fast forwarding almost the first two performances one of it by UPM, I just cannot wait to see us in action. In my heart we are the best…. hmmm talking about arrogance or ‘perasan’ in Bahasa. It was certainly wonderful and awesome to see everyone including my choirmaster which I am quite fearful of due to truancy when comes to practices… sigh kids will be kids…but it was great.

When we have time to reflect and not to busy chasing the rat race, we should sit down, think and recalled what have we done during our good old days.

The things we did,

The most outrageous costume you were forced to wear,

The most fictitious drama queen act you have done (never forgetting our civic teacher who loves to call out for acting during her classes * tsk tsk *)

Games that we once played ( ice –cream cola or pepsi cola, ghost hunting around the school compound.. oh dear..)

Teachers that we once idolised (showering them with gifts and flowers during teachers day after the hard times they have given us),

Friends that we once hated so much and now have become the most humorous gossip and most eventful part of our school life (who has become a star politician for a moment)

Competitions and sports such as racing with coconut shells strapped  on to our feets .. with plastic ropes that cut into our young tender flesh as we run (oohh… those bloody wicked teachers, the games that they could think of to torture us),

Hamster food that u had once feed your classmate as a prank..lying to him  that’s peanuts  from HAADYAI * wink*

Parties that we once held at home with games, dances and punishments…..uninvited guest attending plotted by your best friends

As all this comes to an end, we shall always remember that these days we have once hated will be the days we love and cherish in the future.

Never failed to put a smile in our face, as life leads us to different paths and destiny.

The thought that will always bring us together no matter near or far, land or sea and married or not.

p/s

A blog  to all my friends specially to the crazee ones that cramped in to my MINI MR BEAN CAR, All those with really crazee nick names those i hate but were in my childhood  *lol* not forgetting friends from my f6 class..

With no special occasion to attend to, no hot date in the line, my big fat lazy ass   (errmmm.. not that fat actually * wink * ) unwilling to leave the couch, lackadaisical attitude towards my losing shape perm hair  which is desperately in need on trim, treatment and pampering.. ooohhh (I groaned to myself) “What the hell why not just stay  home and watch some old dvds”.

As I was running through those dusty stacks of dvds I came a crossed this very unique vcd in the title ‘ The Song of Joys’ to my surprised, featuring myself and all the rest of my choir mates in UKM…  aaheemmm  (*clear throat * with a lower tone of voice) “UKM has been ranked as the first local university in our country which I believed has brought glory to many of us”..* lol *

Back to my story.. might not make much impression to those who are  not in the choir but certainly it does to me. As it started playing.. I was able to sense the tingles behind my spine and butterflies in my tummy as though we are performing all over again for the Taiwan – Malaysia Goodwill Cultural Exchange at the Wisma Kebudayaan SGM 17^th FEB 2003.  Almost all local universities were there and the Taiwan choir members. Our chancellor was the guest of honour that night and we were all dressed up in traditional Malay costumes (deep blue, bright pink, black and some other colour for the guys) that we think it look horrendous that time. However in fact, after viewing it again I think we look gorgeous * giggles* colourful and vibrant, innocent in fact better looking than the rest. Fast forwarding almost the first two performances one of it by UPM, I just cannot wait to see us in action. In my heart we are the best…. hmmm talking about arrogance or ‘perasan’ in Bahasa. It was certainly wonderful and awesome to see everyone including my choirmaster which I am quite fearful of due to truancy when comes to practices… sigh kids will be kids…but it was great.

When we have time to reflect and not to busy chasing the rat race, we should sit down, think and recalled what have we done during our good old days.

The things we did,

The most outrageous costume you were forced to wear,

The most fictitious drama queen act you have done (never forgetting our civic teacher who loves to call out for acting during her classes * tsk tsk *)

Games that we once played ( ice –cream cola or pepsi cola, ghost hunting around the school compound.. oh dear..)

Teachers that we once idolised (showering them with gifts and flowers during teachers day after the hard times they have given us),

Friends that we once hated so much and now have become the most humorous gossip and most eventful part of our school life (who has become a star politician for a moment)

Competitions and sports such as racing with coconut shells strapped  on to our feets .. with plastic ropes that cut into our young tender flesh as we run (oohh… those bloody wicked teachers, the games that they could think of to torture us),

Hamster food that u had once feed your classmate as a prank..lying to him  that’s peanuts  from HAADYAI * wink*

Parties that we once held at home with games, dances and punishments…..uninvited guest attending plotted by your best friends

As all this comes to an end, we shall always remember that these days we have once hated will be the days we love and cherish in the future.

Never failed to put a smile in our face, as life leads us to different paths and destiny.

The thought that will always bring us together no matter near or far, land or sea and married or not.

p/s

A blog  to all my friends specially to the crazee ones that cramped in to my MINI MR BEAN CAR, All those with really crazee nick names those i hate but were in my childhood  *lol* not forgetting friends from my f6 class..

Expressing compassion, how good are you in it? When you thought you knew how to handle all situations with full confidence and speak  with your head held high up in the air, there’s always a set-back.

Today I’d found a flaw in my so-called confidence that I am no expert in expressing compassion towards someone grief. No matter how close you are to that person you are never comfortable in expressing how sorry you feel when a heart- wrenching event takes part in that person life.

A colleague of mine told me today that her beloved grandma has passed away in the morning through text message. This is very much expected due to her deteriorating health conditions that she is facing.  I knew about it long ago. However when the text arrives I went blank not knowing what to reply. I would have reply her in seconds if she asked me out for lunch, movies or shopping…but this time is neither.

This is a typical scenario, which I believed a lot of us have gone through. Just imagine when you received news about a very close relative of your friends has met an accident, your friends themselves has a life threatening disease, your colleague husband has died of heart-attack weeks before celebrating Raya and even when ones pets died, which causes equally terrible heart-ache which I myself have endured last year

What possible words could you utter to them at that very moment. What most suitable help and words of comfort could you possibly offer. Questions that should not be asked in case of exacerbating the situation and answers where truth should be kept from them.

Do not attempt the ‘I understand how you fell now’ cause no one will ever understand how it felt. It’s extremely individualised that the only person understands the excruciating pain.  What only we could do is share… share  and be there.

Tribute to Doogie & Howser

24th December 2005

Missing you always

It was a gathering of some old friends and catching up with some smalltown gossips. Eventhough the venue was not as planned in some chinese restaurant, it turn out pretty well and simple.

We ended up in a cosy little fusion restaurant located beside ‘tai chong’ surprisingly none of us has been there and the standard of the place is pretty much on par with what we have in kl. Not to bad for a little municipal town name Teluk Intan huh? It’s sort of like a pub n dine place except there’s no podium for u to shake your bootie.

The menu and  the dishes are versatile have almost anything, prices are affordable and of course depending on what whet your appetite that evening, give it a thought when u have a date back in TI maybe u can usher her/him there. Not forgetting there have cocktails and mocktails too not the usual fruit juices we have at Bandar Baru. *lol*.

But of course the main course would be our very own local juicy gossips. As one of our member has been officially married… wanna know who? join us next time in out reunion.

Posted is only one of the photos  i have several with me, will upload it in to our email next time.

Nity nite

It seems to be a dream come true for every employee.

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Instead of rushing with the maddening crowd in kl everyday, crossing mountains of traffic jams, cursing at those poor black n white cadets.
Most of all no more dragging my lazy bump out of bed at 6.30am except for two days mon and thursday.
And why? not that i have quit or i have my own business which i really yearn to have one..at the moment is just that
i don’t have to clock in to my office anymore.
I don’t have to be in the off by 8.15am anymore.
YOu get the picture is like total freedom where i am my own boss my own manager and my own director.
Wooooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooooooooo…. but the thing that worries me most would be.
am I discpline enough to have so much freedom.
Will i wake up in time to visit my customers?
Will i get my work done?
will i and will and will i…..

So sometimes we are actually like sheeps, we need our shepherd to guide and to make sure we do things at the right pace and time… to lead us the to greener pasteurs

ANyhow i am enjoying life now!~

Woo hooo!~~

signing off as
FRee as bird

Has KL life made a monster out of me? I know, I know I should be reading my notes and doing my revision at this moment instead of wasting time lamenting how irritated and angry I will become when close to  hypocrites or just plain show off… and stupidity… and ya…da…ya.. da…by the way my exam will be next week after the long hols and have a presentation to prepare….. ARGHHHHhhh I know I will be angry at myself later if I can’t finished my work on time.*sigh* come on.. I’m human too.

Since started working in my current company not long, I have noticed that either I am getting less tolerant or just people simply annoys me with their act. Wait a minute I am not having this PMS syndrome or anything ok? Just that once I stepped out from my house to join the morning traffic, that is MAN!! From  Ara damansara to Jln Ampang takes me about 45minutes in good days with the best behaviour of Malaysian drivers.

First thing in the list  “CAN You BLOODY IDIOTS STOP CUTTING QUEUE” and how I wish my honk will scream at them and sharp pointy spikes will spin out from the side of my little bubble car to scrapped their bloody car paint off. Waited for more than 10MINUTES in the queue moving only a few inches each minute, out of nowhere you see this Idiot from behind started coming closer to you trying to snake into you lane. “In your dreams fat face” , as I accelerate  and tail closer to the car in front of me.

Secondly, WHAT THE HELL ARE You THINKING?? Why are you stopping the traffic? why are you messing with our sanity? Why not just leave the job to the lights? Oh gawddd….Please, please go away!! Traffic police number one cause of traffic jams!! All you need is ONE! AND ONLY ONE  traffic policeman starked right in the middle of JLN SULTAN ISMAIL! “goodbye good morning, hello bad morning”

Those are just some simple morning ordeals that ones goes through or rather my life goes through.

One other thing that gets into my nerves nowadays, would be individuals trying so hard to pretend to be what they are not, merely putting up a façade for other people to see , to be envied or whatever intentions they have, hiding from what reality is to them. Everyone wants to have life like a bed of roses, but what’s the point of telling everyone that have one but in your dear heart you know you will suffered the consequences more than anyone else. What’s the point of staging a life drama, trying to make your life interesting, a life your peers will never have a chance to go through, yet deep down in you, you are just a poor young in- mature soul lacked of nourishment from your best friends n family… (those who truly and deeply know who you are) and in a very deep state of denial. Ignoring your own feelings towards love for your lovers, distancing friends and family. Appearing in a negative vibe almost every time when  comes to the so called adventurous love life pushing people out of your life and pretending to be uncaring and cold, those are just ways hiding from rejections or fearful of being hurt once more. For once try stepping out into the light and reflect upon what you have done to your life and stop lurking in the shadows denial.

Well done for the emotional part of me, I also tend to be quite physically abusive nowadays. HMmmmmm I tend to be physically violent nowdays… I don’t know why. Don’t get me wrong  I have not killed anyone yet at the moment. Once in a heated argument I tend to hit that person  I am arguing with, never happened before but it’s happening now. I know I know it’s sooooooo bad I will try my very best to stop such violence… but at least I confessed. NO worries to my girlfriends though it only happens to one person at the moment….*wink* so sorry dearie.. kiss (always feels guilty after that)

I won’t want to be in the stats for domestic abuser.

NOT forgetting to those who pretends to be affluent when  they are not!

To be continued…….

This time is not about me for a change is about one of my poor unfortunate colleague.

Hopefully all my girlfriends who read this can benefit from it.

She was driving and arrived home early evening after work. While she was entering her housing area she noticed that there were two motorcyclists circling the area. Without further ado she drove straight to her house and park right in front of her house. Suddenly one of the motorcyclist was next to her window, pretending to ask for direction. While being distracted she didn’t realised the other culprit was at the passenger window armed with some heavy object, broke her car window  and snatched her handbag from the passenger seat. All this happened in less than a minute. Thank god nothing happened to her, just a bit of misfortune repairing her windows, getting her i/c replace, credit cards and things like that.

Lessons for all girls are do not leave your handbag on the passenger seat.

Do not leave your car or stop your car when approached by strangers or try to drive away immediately.

Do not carry your atm card as they might bring you to the bank to withdraw all funds.

Do not keep your atm slip in your handbag as your amount is revealed.

P/s Till today she is worried that they might be back second time after looking at her salary slip and atm balance.

Signing off as NO PLACE IS SAFE

Nothing much to blog about, nothing much to brag about..just plain mundane week….
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Hmmm just want to thanks everyone who tried to help me with my injured bubble car.
Well everything is up and running now. No more cracked and everything is in perfect condition.
Eventually, i ended up changing more than just my windscreen… *sigh*.
After replacing my windscreen which cost me about RM 520,
My darling uncle found that my two front tyres are pretty worn out….. well yesssss more money.
Therefore my bubble car was sent again to the workshop to replace the tyres,
Till now i have no idea how bad the damage is… but for sure wouldn’t be anything lesser than RM200.