Wednesday, July 15, 2009
The Man
Was browsing my camera card and found out lots of these taken by the Kiddo.
So decided to post up some.
Plus, they are masterpiece by a four-year old.
(before Mommy emptying my card)
Anyway, The Man Looks super duper sexy and inviting in this picture eh...
Monday, July 13, 2009
quote for the day
"If you want to build a ship, don't drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea."
Monday, July 06, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
I Have Not Been Fair
I have not been fair to this blog space since now I am currently in this cupcake frenzy. (I know I am a bit late into it)
Okay, so this space is for politics, office, shoppings, etc. I have a new ones on the picture of all my cuppies at http://butterinthecup.blogspot.com but purely, all pictures, no feelings attached.
So update of my new life:
1. School holidays : both Azeuchry and Anna were on flu bugs.
2. I have put on weight. I think so. I have refrained myself from stepping on the scale.
3. I bought seven guppies for Azeuchry and all of them died within seven days.
4. My new boss has low self esteem.
5. I was advised not to office-politics-talk here.
6. Rohana is back in the Crystal Plaza. I am safe.
7. My next Bandung trip is within 2 weeks time.
8. My birthday trip to Sipadan was not beautiful. But my husband made it beautiful with a useful birthday gift a month later. (Read: A month later)
9. Butterfly is so hard to draw on the cup cakes.
10. Five hundred bucks is how much I earned on my cupcakes business.
Okay, so this space is for politics, office, shoppings, etc. I have a new ones on the picture of all my cuppies at http://butterinthecup.blogspot.com but purely, all pictures, no feelings attached.
So update of my new life:
1. School holidays : both Azeuchry and Anna were on flu bugs.
2. I have put on weight. I think so. I have refrained myself from stepping on the scale.
3. I bought seven guppies for Azeuchry and all of them died within seven days.
4. My new boss has low self esteem.
5. I was advised not to office-politics-talk here.
6. Rohana is back in the Crystal Plaza. I am safe.
7. My next Bandung trip is within 2 weeks time.
8. My birthday trip to Sipadan was not beautiful. But my husband made it beautiful with a useful birthday gift a month later. (Read: A month later)
9. Butterfly is so hard to draw on the cup cakes.
10. Five hundred bucks is how much I earned on my cupcakes business.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Definitely Not Healthy!
When I was caught in a situation where I was not given didn’t grab much time to defend myself, I found that I retaliate to others.
I picked up ‘others’ as those who have been bugging me and I judgingly feel that they should be punished along time ago.
The first victim is the depressed neighbor who has been texting the whole neighborhood about how bad the husband is. I went to her house just to tell her to stop texting me and get a life. I did. OK.
The second victim is the non performing Senior Manager who is being very dogmatic and saying many wrong things just to make people feel that he has somethings to say. I, in front of others in a big meeting, kinda humiliated him. “Mr R, you shouldn’t be referring to them as non core units, they are the supporting unit. Calling them non core will only make them feel that they are the second class group!”. I did. OK.
Don’t think all these are healthy.
I need to be human again.
I picked up ‘others’ as those who have been bugging me and I judgingly feel that they should be punished along time ago.
The first victim is the depressed neighbor who has been texting the whole neighborhood about how bad the husband is. I went to her house just to tell her to stop texting me and get a life. I did. OK.
The second victim is the non performing Senior Manager who is being very dogmatic and saying many wrong things just to make people feel that he has somethings to say. I, in front of others in a big meeting, kinda humiliated him. “Mr R, you shouldn’t be referring to them as non core units, they are the supporting unit. Calling them non core will only make them feel that they are the second class group!”. I did. OK.
Don’t think all these are healthy.
I need to be human again.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
The Down Days
Sometimes, you have a one sided friendship. You tend to hear, to listen to The Other Person (TOP) rambling and yours went unheard. In another relationship, you are the one who talk more and the other one listens.
I guess that’s pretty much depending on who you are. If you are a strong character, you’ll tend to talk, and dictate, and powerfully bash people down, especially people with soft character.
How do I define myself? Yes, I am the attention seeker. I created drama to get attention from my closed ones. I unshyfully (such word exist?) approach stranger. I could stop in a middle of road to ask direction.
But when it comes to a dictating person, I surrender. I retreated myself further and just sat there being bashed.
A few occasions went by and somehow, I suddenly feel that I am a soft snake that requires recoil. But when I recoil, I recoil in anger.
The thing with Clipperseep is, she can’t talk properly when anger kicks. She was an angry teenager. She had hells being an angry person. She pushed a friend’s pride when that friend angered her. It costs not much, but quite a handful bitter experience. So Clipperseep stays low and far from being mad.
So there I was, absorbing the following impressions:
1. That I am not to my normal par. That the kids’ sicknesses deter my performance.
2. That my team lack of intelligence, wisdom and decisiveness is unbearably costing the company heaps of opportunity losses.
3. That my two mis-quoted wrong laycan dates given to a wrong contract is a sign of my weakness and my brain illness. That my effort of admitting my mistake got bashed more.
4. That my highly respected boss is sharing all the wrong things I did under the sky and whining about it endlessly and that is the ultimate to his stress.
Anyway, that was me. I extended the impressions I have further in my brain and kicked my butt harder to the conclusion that I am not that worth to be here.
While I am absorbing that all the facts could be true, I did try to recoil and things become ugly.
Defensive is not even a choice. Absorptive is.
Perhaps I should just stay home. And try to be a good mother. Perhaps my kids are the only things I should care about, rather than saving the company million bucks.
I guess that’s pretty much depending on who you are. If you are a strong character, you’ll tend to talk, and dictate, and powerfully bash people down, especially people with soft character.
How do I define myself? Yes, I am the attention seeker. I created drama to get attention from my closed ones. I unshyfully (such word exist?) approach stranger. I could stop in a middle of road to ask direction.
But when it comes to a dictating person, I surrender. I retreated myself further and just sat there being bashed.
A few occasions went by and somehow, I suddenly feel that I am a soft snake that requires recoil. But when I recoil, I recoil in anger.
The thing with Clipperseep is, she can’t talk properly when anger kicks. She was an angry teenager. She had hells being an angry person. She pushed a friend’s pride when that friend angered her. It costs not much, but quite a handful bitter experience. So Clipperseep stays low and far from being mad.
So there I was, absorbing the following impressions:
1. That I am not to my normal par. That the kids’ sicknesses deter my performance.
2. That my team lack of intelligence, wisdom and decisiveness is unbearably costing the company heaps of opportunity losses.
3. That my two mis-quoted wrong laycan dates given to a wrong contract is a sign of my weakness and my brain illness. That my effort of admitting my mistake got bashed more.
4. That my highly respected boss is sharing all the wrong things I did under the sky and whining about it endlessly and that is the ultimate to his stress.
Anyway, that was me. I extended the impressions I have further in my brain and kicked my butt harder to the conclusion that I am not that worth to be here.
While I am absorbing that all the facts could be true, I did try to recoil and things become ugly.
Defensive is not even a choice. Absorptive is.
Perhaps I should just stay home. And try to be a good mother. Perhaps my kids are the only things I should care about, rather than saving the company million bucks.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Anna
She is fine! Wound is finally healing.
The sky is suddenly blue. The food suddenly tastes good. My flabby tummy suddenly vanishes...
How the kids mean to us... and how their good news brighten our days...
The sky is suddenly blue. The food suddenly tastes good. My flabby tummy suddenly vanishes...
How the kids mean to us... and how their good news brighten our days...
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Daily Update
Life is happening so fast for me.
1. Zul MN passed away about four hours after I visited him at Damansara SC. Well, I always thought that he will go earlier than the rest of us , since he had that mechanical heart installed in him and due for replacement / inspection anytime soon, but I never thought that it is this soon. I cried when I saw his wife, a young widow with five kids. I cried even more when I saw his friends aching i.e. Nonche, Hisham and the rest.
I miss him in the negotiation meeting. They would surely miss him more. How would it be walking by his empty office, closed door and dark room. Apatah lagi nanti bila ada replacement and they will be forced to clean up the room and his belongings. Part of us want to hold on to that memory, another part of us want to move on.
The wife decided to bury him here where many had argued that he should be buried back in Kelantan so that his family will go back to Kelantan settling down.
I guess, that's her decision. After all, its her right to remain in the house where Zul and her built together, and raised their 5 kids together.
HE is a special person and I cried again when writing.
2. Back to me.
My Bandung trip (I'll blog about the items we bought) went well except for the fact that I left my sick child behind. The Man took three full days off to take care of him and i VOWED that I will never leave them behind anymore. Anywhere we go after this, we'll go together as a family.
3. Prusuant to the vow I made, the immediate weekend after that, we took the kids to Bird's Park. It was entertaining. The peacocks were showing off their beautiful feathers everywhere. The parrots were colorful and the burung kenyalang were magnificent. I liked it. The kids like it and we all kissed Daddy thank you. I nursed Anna and a pigeon flew above and shoot me a good white spot on my hair.
4. Azam had an acute asthma attack the week I went to Bandung. (I told my parents in law that I had a business meeting in JKT and took off to Bandung right away). He is now on 4 hourly puff of ventolin evohaler and 12 hourly seretide evohaler.
5.Anna is going for a minor surgery next week. Aparently she had this tiny dot on her left earh called the preauricular sinus. That tiny dot is actualy a little hollow and it is now infected and a lump is formed with pass inside. I was worried that the procedure will scar her face. Went to see Dr. Zul Ladin who did Azam's hernia for second opinion and yup, I'm ready to do it next week.
6. Baie the Boss had a bad time last week and been throwing act at us. We lovingly took all the acts in good faith and stayed loyal, anyway.
7. On top of all these, my Pinkie Dell decided to rest for a while and I was without her for almost 13 days. Fooh.. 13 days without blogging, without Facebook, without real work!
Wish us luck for Anna's surgery.
1. Zul MN passed away about four hours after I visited him at Damansara SC. Well, I always thought that he will go earlier than the rest of us , since he had that mechanical heart installed in him and due for replacement / inspection anytime soon, but I never thought that it is this soon. I cried when I saw his wife, a young widow with five kids. I cried even more when I saw his friends aching i.e. Nonche, Hisham and the rest.
I miss him in the negotiation meeting. They would surely miss him more. How would it be walking by his empty office, closed door and dark room. Apatah lagi nanti bila ada replacement and they will be forced to clean up the room and his belongings. Part of us want to hold on to that memory, another part of us want to move on.
The wife decided to bury him here where many had argued that he should be buried back in Kelantan so that his family will go back to Kelantan settling down.
I guess, that's her decision. After all, its her right to remain in the house where Zul and her built together, and raised their 5 kids together.
HE is a special person and I cried again when writing.
2. Back to me.
My Bandung trip (I'll blog about the items we bought) went well except for the fact that I left my sick child behind. The Man took three full days off to take care of him and i VOWED that I will never leave them behind anymore. Anywhere we go after this, we'll go together as a family.
3. Prusuant to the vow I made, the immediate weekend after that, we took the kids to Bird's Park. It was entertaining. The peacocks were showing off their beautiful feathers everywhere. The parrots were colorful and the burung kenyalang were magnificent. I liked it. The kids like it and we all kissed Daddy thank you. I nursed Anna and a pigeon flew above and shoot me a good white spot on my hair.
4. Azam had an acute asthma attack the week I went to Bandung. (I told my parents in law that I had a business meeting in JKT and took off to Bandung right away). He is now on 4 hourly puff of ventolin evohaler and 12 hourly seretide evohaler.
5.Anna is going for a minor surgery next week. Aparently she had this tiny dot on her left earh called the preauricular sinus. That tiny dot is actualy a little hollow and it is now infected and a lump is formed with pass inside. I was worried that the procedure will scar her face. Went to see Dr. Zul Ladin who did Azam's hernia for second opinion and yup, I'm ready to do it next week.
6. Baie the Boss had a bad time last week and been throwing act at us. We lovingly took all the acts in good faith and stayed loyal, anyway.
7. On top of all these, my Pinkie Dell decided to rest for a while and I was without her for almost 13 days. Fooh.. 13 days without blogging, without Facebook, without real work!
Wish us luck for Anna's surgery.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Feeling Lonely
I'm just surprised to see how lonely one could be whilst being in a large group...
I know that when the thoughts wonder around and keep landing on one particular issue or person, suddenly your life becomes purposeful. you'd feel lonely but those thoughts would gave you a warm feeling indeed
I know that when the thoughts wonder around and keep landing on one particular issue or person, suddenly your life becomes purposeful. you'd feel lonely but those thoughts would gave you a warm feeling indeed
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Sometimes i feel...
This seldom happens. Yes i am a human.
I feel like vanishing into thin air. I feel like there are too much expectations of me and I am supposed to stand strong anchoring every one else.
I am done of thinking that I am the victim, that i have always to keep cleaning other people's mess(es). I am over that. I have accepted that as challenges and embraced through the errors to get them corrected.
However I am defeated by the various audits done, endless queries to be answered, piles of documents to sift through. For now I am defeated and feel like running away from here.
There is a place I long to be and its in his arms...
I feel like vanishing into thin air. I feel like there are too much expectations of me and I am supposed to stand strong anchoring every one else.
I am done of thinking that I am the victim, that i have always to keep cleaning other people's mess(es). I am over that. I have accepted that as challenges and embraced through the errors to get them corrected.
However I am defeated by the various audits done, endless queries to be answered, piles of documents to sift through. For now I am defeated and feel like running away from here.
There is a place I long to be and its in his arms...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Deleted
I've deleted the entry about work and the procurement thingy.
Turned out to be that I am no longer mad.
It is destined that my work is such.
It requires high integrity, mistake-free.
So that is what I am paid for.
No need to compare the Money I'm getting with those who duduk goyang kaki (sit down and yak all day).
No need to compare the fact that I am the only Manager whose room has no door, and people would walk in freely while I am breast-expressing.
The satisfaction is in the job itself.
It is satisfying to see the process I created evolved, to see the time cut to do the same amount of things.
Turned out to be that I am no longer mad.
It is destined that my work is such.
It requires high integrity, mistake-free.
So that is what I am paid for.
No need to compare the Money I'm getting with those who duduk goyang kaki (sit down and yak all day).
No need to compare the fact that I am the only Manager whose room has no door, and people would walk in freely while I am breast-expressing.
The satisfaction is in the job itself.
It is satisfying to see the process I created evolved, to see the time cut to do the same amount of things.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
update
am blogging using my mobile at a hair salon so forgive the spelling and space bar
Was travelling the whole day today down south. Met JFT, Roan's boyfriend with another girl. The girl look cheap okay.. Texted roan the moment we stepped in the car to ask whether she and JFT are ok and all the stories poured in. We were texting each other until three.. The longest text time.
Oh nonche u r so right.. Blogging wi h e7r cannot scroll down to see what am i typing... Penning off now
Was travelling the whole day today down south. Met JFT, Roan's boyfriend with another girl. The girl look cheap okay.. Texted roan the moment we stepped in the car to ask whether she and JFT are ok and all the stories poured in. We were texting each other until three.. The longest text time.
Oh nonche u r so right.. Blogging wi h e7r cannot scroll down to see what am i typing... Penning off now
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Gloomy Year 2009
Talking crap now.
I think the growth of the economy will pick up very slow this time.
I think we'll see the investors coming in back earliest by Q4 2009.
I think the blue chips will only pick up by 2H 2009.
Crap ek.
I think the growth of the economy will pick up very slow this time.
I think we'll see the investors coming in back earliest by Q4 2009.
I think the blue chips will only pick up by 2H 2009.
Crap ek.
My Prayers for the Kids of Palestines
My Prayers for the Kids of Palestines
Dear Allah,
I pray that they died without the pain
I pray that they died without the fear
I pray that they are at someplace better
I pray that someone kind will swoop them in his arms
when they stood there crying for their dying moms
I pray that someone kind will hug and calm them down
I pray that someone kind will always come around
I pray that you sent this suffering away
Away from them, away from mine
I pray that if this finally arrived the place called here
I will have the strength to stand there with my kids
To teach them that death is nothing to fear
For you will be meeting your Creator
Dear Allah,
I pray that they died without the pain
I pray that they died without the fear
I pray that they are at someplace better
I pray that someone kind will swoop them in his arms
when they stood there crying for their dying moms
I pray that someone kind will hug and calm them down
I pray that someone kind will always come around
I pray that you sent this suffering away
Away from them, away from mine
I pray that if this finally arrived the place called here
I will have the strength to stand there with my kids
To teach them that death is nothing to fear
For you will be meeting your Creator
Sunday, January 04, 2009
10-year Plan
Was reading the magazine about the ten years horoscope reading. Not that I am a big believer of horoscope (noted I spelt hororscope before) since I believe that we shape our own destiny, but it is nice to realize that if we could chart the ten years business plan for the company, why couldn’t we do it to our own personal life.
I do have a ten years plan mapped out since I was 25. I achieved half of it, having a family of my own, having the stability and freedom to buy my parents things and started to make my money works for me. Half of it. Or shall I say all of it, since my plan is only for half of the ten-year period.
Truth is I could only see five years down the road. I saw me going to boarding school when I was in standard two and make sure I worked hard for that. I saw me in the science class when I was in Form Three (since my school had very limited science class) and I worked hard for that. I saw me in the States visiting two places, i.e. Niagara Falls and the Disneyland and I worked hard for that. I got all those.
When I graduated, I was clueless for the first four years. Didn’t know whether I was at the right path. Dreamt of getting married but don’t know what would happen after the wedding. Dreamt of getting the works done correctly but don’t know whether the path is there for me, an engineer doing this work.
So I started to see where I was going when Azeuchry was born. The financial planning, the spending on myself and on my parents. The bits I did for the family. Mapping out where the company was heading to. Well, the company wasn’t actually there because of the plan we mapped out, but rather on the market animosity. A bit here and there.
Back to the horoscope.
So it is said that in 2012, I will have a very clear picture on where am I heading to which sounds positive. In 2017, I will have a very heavy windfall. Which made sense because the economic cycle will take about 9 years to bloom very very nicely so all the money I invested in the unit trust funds will hit their high and I’ll harvest of around RM1.0 million or more in 2017. Big laugh on the the very small amount I’m investing (well I did a bit, okay? 40% to the unit trust, 60% to the new Coach bag and some shoes and make ups and whats). On the bad news 2014 will see a family commitment seeking attention.
I mapped out the whole thing and figure out that certain scenarios.
Scenario 1: Working in this organization until the retirement day:
First five years
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2009/ My age 32/ Azeuchry 5 yo/ Anna 1/ My dad 62 *
2010
2011
2012 / My age 35 *clearer picture of where am I heading * perhaps getting my Senior Manager promotion. Heading a very enlarged unit doing trading, hedging, operation.
2013
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Next five years
---------------------
2014/ My age 37/ Azeuchry 10 yo/ Anna 6/ My dad 67 * Family commitment seeking attention * My dad is the closest to me, so I assume it’s something to do with my dad. I’m wishing that I have all the time for him.
2015
2016
2017/ My age 40 * Expecting a very heavy windfall * Hmm what else if I’m stuck here in this organization. Perhaps becoming the youngest female General Manager? Getting very large amount of company’s shares? Tax department figured out that I overpaid and pay me back with 200% of compounding interest? Haa… drooling.
2018
Scenario 2: Not in this organization.
First five years
---------------------
2009/ My age 32/ Azeuchry 5 yo/ Anna 1/ My dad 62 *
2010
2011
2012 / My age 35 *clearer picture of where am I heading * Quit this organization. Will be offered a job heading a commodity trading unit with very challenging and doable tasks. Having fun at work.
2013
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Next five years
---------------------
2014/ My age 37/ Azeuchry 10 yo/ Anna 6/ My dad 67 * Family commitment seeking attention *
2015
2016
2017/ My age 40 * Expecting a very heavy windfall * Financial freedom! Not having to work. Starting a consultancy firm that do very expensive advisory services on commodity and operation. Big name in girl-power motivation talk about money and career and breastfeeding. Getting called back to this organization to be in the Board of Director and get to kick people asses for moving slow. Haha.
2018
Sedap siot berangan.
I do have a ten years plan mapped out since I was 25. I achieved half of it, having a family of my own, having the stability and freedom to buy my parents things and started to make my money works for me. Half of it. Or shall I say all of it, since my plan is only for half of the ten-year period.
Truth is I could only see five years down the road. I saw me going to boarding school when I was in standard two and make sure I worked hard for that. I saw me in the science class when I was in Form Three (since my school had very limited science class) and I worked hard for that. I saw me in the States visiting two places, i.e. Niagara Falls and the Disneyland and I worked hard for that. I got all those.
When I graduated, I was clueless for the first four years. Didn’t know whether I was at the right path. Dreamt of getting married but don’t know what would happen after the wedding. Dreamt of getting the works done correctly but don’t know whether the path is there for me, an engineer doing this work.
So I started to see where I was going when Azeuchry was born. The financial planning, the spending on myself and on my parents. The bits I did for the family. Mapping out where the company was heading to. Well, the company wasn’t actually there because of the plan we mapped out, but rather on the market animosity. A bit here and there.
Back to the horoscope.
So it is said that in 2012, I will have a very clear picture on where am I heading to which sounds positive. In 2017, I will have a very heavy windfall. Which made sense because the economic cycle will take about 9 years to bloom very very nicely so all the money I invested in the unit trust funds will hit their high and I’ll harvest of around RM1.0 million or more in 2017. Big laugh on the the very small amount I’m investing (well I did a bit, okay? 40% to the unit trust, 60% to the new Coach bag and some shoes and make ups and whats). On the bad news 2014 will see a family commitment seeking attention.
I mapped out the whole thing and figure out that certain scenarios.
Scenario 1: Working in this organization until the retirement day:
First five years
---------------------
2009/ My age 32/ Azeuchry 5 yo/ Anna 1/ My dad 62 *
2010
2011
2012 / My age 35 *clearer picture of where am I heading * perhaps getting my Senior Manager promotion. Heading a very enlarged unit doing trading, hedging, operation.
2013
--------
Next five years
---------------------
2014/ My age 37/ Azeuchry 10 yo/ Anna 6/ My dad 67 * Family commitment seeking attention * My dad is the closest to me, so I assume it’s something to do with my dad. I’m wishing that I have all the time for him.
2015
2016
2017/ My age 40 * Expecting a very heavy windfall * Hmm what else if I’m stuck here in this organization. Perhaps becoming the youngest female General Manager? Getting very large amount of company’s shares? Tax department figured out that I overpaid and pay me back with 200% of compounding interest? Haa… drooling.
2018
Scenario 2: Not in this organization.
First five years
---------------------
2009/ My age 32/ Azeuchry 5 yo/ Anna 1/ My dad 62 *
2010
2011
2012 / My age 35 *clearer picture of where am I heading * Quit this organization. Will be offered a job heading a commodity trading unit with very challenging and doable tasks. Having fun at work.
2013
--------
Next five years
---------------------
2014/ My age 37/ Azeuchry 10 yo/ Anna 6/ My dad 67 * Family commitment seeking attention *
2015
2016
2017/ My age 40 * Expecting a very heavy windfall * Financial freedom! Not having to work. Starting a consultancy firm that do very expensive advisory services on commodity and operation. Big name in girl-power motivation talk about money and career and breastfeeding. Getting called back to this organization to be in the Board of Director and get to kick people asses for moving slow. Haha.
2018
Sedap siot berangan.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Updates of Who is Who in the House
Name: AzamZikry
Name in this blog: Azeuchry / The Kiddo
Latest achievement(s): Successfully complete four days of orientation to pre school. With tears for the whole four days. Sleeping in my own room, in my new Spiderman bed, with Mommy by my side or Daddy on the floor or both of them around.
Current craze: Ben-10 and the whole of Play House Disney Channel back-to-back.
I couldn’t stand: Mommy and Daddy hugging each other.
Hobby: Pick up the remote and press 6,1,3.
Current fashion update: Anything that I pick.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: Pre school and getting my mommy tag me like a dog the whole two hours of the orientation.
Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Seeing my mommy screamed to me in the bathroom like a mad woman after I threw up a big tantrum during gardening session.
Motto of Life: My mommy is mine! She should stay with me! Back off! Yes, Anna, darling, we can share her for two minutes yaa. Then she is mine for another two hours.
Name: Anna Zahirah
Name in this blog: Anna
Latest achievement: I can crawl! I love mushy mashed apple in the morning. I love blended rice and chicken.
Current craze: Play House Disney Channel. Songs only.
Current fashion update: All the good girl tops Mommy bought for me. (without bottoms)
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: Getting confused. Is mommy working or what? One minute she’s in then one minute she’s outta door then she’s back then she’s outta door again.
Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: I started to like rice.
Hobby: Smile like an angel when my mommy passed me by and screamed when she walked pass without holding me. Then smile again when the Maid picks me up. You see. Smile is my hobby.
Motto of Life: I am a patient girl. I smile patiently. Patience is my middle name.
Name: az_Mady
Name in this blog: The Man
Latest achievement: I can finish up the garden I designed a year ago.
Current craze: Making videos of my own sister’s wedding picture.
Current fashion update: A tiger-eye ring my wife got me for my anniversary.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: My kids got sick then my wife got sick then she slept for two whole days and nights and expected me to do things that can make her feel better but I really didn’t know what. Then when she is finally well, she dragged me along to shop. Thank god the Flu hit her for the two days straight or else the two weeks will be spent in every malls available around.
Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Waiting outside habibSewel for almost one hour.
Hobby: Photography. Mostly picture of my own Sister’s wedding. Which was heavily funded by my parents. Then picture of my own daughters. Then my own son. My wife can hold the baby and the son when she is free from the breast pump, or at least distract the baby and the son for me to get nice shots. Picture of my wife? Nahh… she can have her picture taken when I took her for anniversary dinner at 282-m level KL Tower where I had a blissful evening taking KL’s scenery.
Motto of Life: I am a simple man. I sketched a simple garden design. I made things work.
Name: ai_sha
Name in this blog: me
Latest achievement: I never knew I could be cured from a heavy flu without an antibiotic.
Current craze: facebook.
Current fashion update: an MNG purple top.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: My kids got sick then i got sick then I slept for two whole days and nights and expected the Man to do things that can make me feel better but he really didn’t know what. Then when I am finally well, I dragged him along to shop. Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Roaming the habibSewel for almost one hour. Being beaten over a salary negotiation with my maid.
Hobby: Getting bored of photography.
Motto of Life: I live to shop. And breastfeed. And cling wrap to my son. I live for my kids.
Name: yuniar
Name in this blog: theMaid
Latest achievement: I beated my stupid employer in a salary negotiation. Gi mana ni kak!
Current craze: Top up credit.
Current fashion update: Caterburry shirt owned by my male boss that his wife thought he didn’t want anymore and handed over to me.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: Got my RM100 salary increment. Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Got my bonus promised..
Hobby: Getting food cook before my employer comes down. Getting her bras washed in the washing machine and watched her funny face turned red when seeing the crooked wired bra.
Motto of Life: Gi mana ni kak!
Name in this blog: Azeuchry / The Kiddo
Latest achievement(s): Successfully complete four days of orientation to pre school. With tears for the whole four days. Sleeping in my own room, in my new Spiderman bed, with Mommy by my side or Daddy on the floor or both of them around.
Current craze: Ben-10 and the whole of Play House Disney Channel back-to-back.
I couldn’t stand: Mommy and Daddy hugging each other.
Hobby: Pick up the remote and press 6,1,3.
Current fashion update: Anything that I pick.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: Pre school and getting my mommy tag me like a dog the whole two hours of the orientation.
Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Seeing my mommy screamed to me in the bathroom like a mad woman after I threw up a big tantrum during gardening session.
Motto of Life: My mommy is mine! She should stay with me! Back off! Yes, Anna, darling, we can share her for two minutes yaa. Then she is mine for another two hours.
Name: Anna Zahirah
Name in this blog: Anna
Latest achievement: I can crawl! I love mushy mashed apple in the morning. I love blended rice and chicken.
Current craze: Play House Disney Channel. Songs only.
Current fashion update: All the good girl tops Mommy bought for me. (without bottoms)
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: Getting confused. Is mommy working or what? One minute she’s in then one minute she’s outta door then she’s back then she’s outta door again.
Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: I started to like rice.
Hobby: Smile like an angel when my mommy passed me by and screamed when she walked pass without holding me. Then smile again when the Maid picks me up. You see. Smile is my hobby.
Motto of Life: I am a patient girl. I smile patiently. Patience is my middle name.
Name: az_Mady
Name in this blog: The Man
Latest achievement: I can finish up the garden I designed a year ago.
Current craze: Making videos of my own sister’s wedding picture.
Current fashion update: A tiger-eye ring my wife got me for my anniversary.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: My kids got sick then my wife got sick then she slept for two whole days and nights and expected me to do things that can make her feel better but I really didn’t know what. Then when she is finally well, she dragged me along to shop. Thank god the Flu hit her for the two days straight or else the two weeks will be spent in every malls available around.
Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Waiting outside habibSewel for almost one hour.
Hobby: Photography. Mostly picture of my own Sister’s wedding. Which was heavily funded by my parents. Then picture of my own daughters. Then my own son. My wife can hold the baby and the son when she is free from the breast pump, or at least distract the baby and the son for me to get nice shots. Picture of my wife? Nahh… she can have her picture taken when I took her for anniversary dinner at 282-m level KL Tower where I had a blissful evening taking KL’s scenery.
Motto of Life: I am a simple man. I sketched a simple garden design. I made things work.
Name: ai_sha
Name in this blog: me
Latest achievement: I never knew I could be cured from a heavy flu without an antibiotic.
Current craze: facebook.
Current fashion update: an MNG purple top.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: My kids got sick then i got sick then I slept for two whole days and nights and expected the Man to do things that can make me feel better but he really didn’t know what. Then when I am finally well, I dragged him along to shop. Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Roaming the habibSewel for almost one hour. Being beaten over a salary negotiation with my maid.
Hobby: Getting bored of photography.
Motto of Life: I live to shop. And breastfeed. And cling wrap to my son. I live for my kids.
Name: yuniar
Name in this blog: theMaid
Latest achievement: I beated my stupid employer in a salary negotiation. Gi mana ni kak!
Current craze: Top up credit.
Current fashion update: Caterburry shirt owned by my male boss that his wife thought he didn’t want anymore and handed over to me.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: Got my RM100 salary increment. Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Got my bonus promised..
Hobby: Getting food cook before my employer comes down. Getting her bras washed in the washing machine and watched her funny face turned red when seeing the crooked wired bra.
Motto of Life: Gi mana ni kak!
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Negotiation So-Called
I am ashamed.
My boss shall be ashamed, too.
I am in the Price Nego Committee, who determines the price of about 50% of the *utility* cost in Peninsular of Malaysia. I shall say that the Committee is indeed very prestigious, contains only the Senior Manager and above, and very highly confidential. Only me and my colleagues are kucing kurap.
I worked damn hard for the Committee and scored very good points when presenting ideas to them.
But I did bad in the recent negotiation with my own maid. Read. My Own Maid.
Damn.
Well, let's see.
She has been bugging me and the Man about pay increase from RM450 to Rm550. We wanted to settle at RM510, she maintained at RM550.
So I say this morning, okay with RM550 but no bonus.
She hagged me on and on about bonus. And I left the meeting with her feeling very satisfied because she is getting it!!
Geramnya.
Did I do market study before meeting her?
No.
She pushed me away when I said no other maid is getting a bonus. She said well this one got, this other got, I got, so why couldn't she get it.
Did I use the back door that 'we shall see what the Board says'?
No.
I always said, i'll check on with the Encik but this time, she knew what the Encik can give.
Did I use the average cost technique that will let her see the bigger picture?
No.
Damn me.
And a lot other things that I use in the negotiation meeting went unutilized with the simple-thinking Indonesian maid.
She walked away happily with RM550 (that is a RM100 increase from last year salary) and a promise of a yearly bonus.
Well, I did say no salary increase for another two years.
Points for me.
She said well she could stay another three years.
Well, I did say no to free flight ticket home.
Points for me.
She said well she is not going back for another three years.
I am a bad, bad, negotiator.
The company shall not hire me, no more.
My boss shall be ashamed, too.
I am in the Price Nego Committee, who determines the price of about 50% of the *utility* cost in Peninsular of Malaysia. I shall say that the Committee is indeed very prestigious, contains only the Senior Manager and above, and very highly confidential. Only me and my colleagues are kucing kurap.
I worked damn hard for the Committee and scored very good points when presenting ideas to them.
But I did bad in the recent negotiation with my own maid. Read. My Own Maid.
Damn.
Well, let's see.
She has been bugging me and the Man about pay increase from RM450 to Rm550. We wanted to settle at RM510, she maintained at RM550.
So I say this morning, okay with RM550 but no bonus.
She hagged me on and on about bonus. And I left the meeting with her feeling very satisfied because she is getting it!!
Geramnya.
Did I do market study before meeting her?
No.
She pushed me away when I said no other maid is getting a bonus. She said well this one got, this other got, I got, so why couldn't she get it.
Did I use the back door that 'we shall see what the Board says'?
No.
I always said, i'll check on with the Encik but this time, she knew what the Encik can give.
Did I use the average cost technique that will let her see the bigger picture?
No.
Damn me.
And a lot other things that I use in the negotiation meeting went unutilized with the simple-thinking Indonesian maid.
She walked away happily with RM550 (that is a RM100 increase from last year salary) and a promise of a yearly bonus.
Well, I did say no salary increase for another two years.
Points for me.
She said well she could stay another three years.
Well, I did say no to free flight ticket home.
Points for me.
She said well she is not going back for another three years.
I am a bad, bad, negotiator.
The company shall not hire me, no more.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Update of Mi Vida
Some update of my life :
1. Been busy with Shaniza and Nic's wedding.
I worked extremely hard to make sure that Nic's family feel welcomed during both the event of Nikah at Home and the Reception at the Banquet Hall.
Both Mama (mom in law) and me had just noticed how controlling Shaniza was. Everything, she must lay her hands on. Everything that we do, she'll screamed on why the flowers must be arranged that way, the pins that way. Mama however played cool and bo-layan saja her fuss. After all, things need to get done.
2. Been busy re arranging my Johannesburg's trip.
Was supposed to take place last month but Baie spent one whole week with his dying father. I'm glad he did. Told him many times that very rare , we got the opportunity to send our parents to the grave.
Allah, give me enough time and opportunities to be with mom and dad when their time are near. Give me enough chance to make them happy.
So, go back to my Joburg trip, will be flying off this Saturday and come back on Friday. Urghh... six days without the kids. I 'll be dead!
3. Been busy monitoring the Unit Trust prices.
The prices are getting low, low, low and it is the best time to invest. I purchased three new funds and been greedily pumping money into the funds.
4. Work like always , macam tu. But the commodity prices are getting the impact of the U.S financial crisis. I am having fun grinning at the prices getting lower and lower.
5. Been laughing at Ida the drama queen. Malas nak buka cerita ngumpat ngumpat orang ni but I couldnt' care less about whatever she'll feel if i said this or that. Yang penting , kerja jalan. Importante, work gets done.
6. Been getting slap-on-my-face during the weekly department meeting on all the undone contracts. Urgh!
7. Anna is now getting prettier! And taller! All the pyjamas are getting shorter and I have more excuses to go out and shop.
8. Gained 2 more kgs. Urgh!
9. Hubby is now away for a stupid Biro Tata Negara.
10. Thinking hard of cutting my hair shorter. Like Rihanna. What say you guys?
1. Been busy with Shaniza and Nic's wedding.
I worked extremely hard to make sure that Nic's family feel welcomed during both the event of Nikah at Home and the Reception at the Banquet Hall.
Both Mama (mom in law) and me had just noticed how controlling Shaniza was. Everything, she must lay her hands on. Everything that we do, she'll screamed on why the flowers must be arranged that way, the pins that way. Mama however played cool and bo-layan saja her fuss. After all, things need to get done.
2. Been busy re arranging my Johannesburg's trip.
Was supposed to take place last month but Baie spent one whole week with his dying father. I'm glad he did. Told him many times that very rare , we got the opportunity to send our parents to the grave.
Allah, give me enough time and opportunities to be with mom and dad when their time are near. Give me enough chance to make them happy.
So, go back to my Joburg trip, will be flying off this Saturday and come back on Friday. Urghh... six days without the kids. I 'll be dead!
3. Been busy monitoring the Unit Trust prices.
The prices are getting low, low, low and it is the best time to invest. I purchased three new funds and been greedily pumping money into the funds.
4. Work like always , macam tu. But the commodity prices are getting the impact of the U.S financial crisis. I am having fun grinning at the prices getting lower and lower.
5. Been laughing at Ida the drama queen. Malas nak buka cerita ngumpat ngumpat orang ni but I couldnt' care less about whatever she'll feel if i said this or that. Yang penting , kerja jalan. Importante, work gets done.
6. Been getting slap-on-my-face during the weekly department meeting on all the undone contracts. Urgh!
7. Anna is now getting prettier! And taller! All the pyjamas are getting shorter and I have more excuses to go out and shop.
8. Gained 2 more kgs. Urgh!
9. Hubby is now away for a stupid Biro Tata Negara.
10. Thinking hard of cutting my hair shorter. Like Rihanna. What say you guys?
Shaniza and Nic at Banquet Hall
Bunch of Papa's classmates when he was in India for his second degree. They have not met for how many donkey years and so there they were during the wedding, wiping tears and hugging each other.
Conversation took place.
Me: (HandingPapa a glass of ice lemon tea after him standing there for almost two hours greeting the guests)
Papa: (Gulped down). Thank you
Me: Nasib baik la ada menantu baik macam ni kasi papa minum. If not, you would have not drank for all day long sampai balik rumah.
Papa: Tu lah. Semoga lepas ni papa dapat la lagi menantu yang baik macam ni. (looking at lynn, charlie's girlfriend with a smile).
After broking up with the fiance last four years, Charlie finally found himself a replacement. Yang ni ok lah, whenever she was around, she didn't look like she didn't wanna be there like Afifa (the tunang tak jadi). Look like she has brain (an indication of what we felt otherwise of Afifa kakah). But one thing that my Mom In law was fuming about it's the fact that both Charlie and Lynn were melekat together like glue all day long. Mama was furious, sampai lupa nak marah kitorang on the pregnant maid.
I know. This should be bigger but my Windows Photo Manager didn't turn out to be very friendly (or me wasn't being very clever eh). This is the altar where both my dear sis in law Shaniza and her dear husband Nic were seated.
These are the flower girls. My job to put the make up on them. These left two didn't have much problem. Their skins were flawless. The middle one had uneven skin which is not really a problem because I managed to patch them up. But the eye lashes were long and winding (now I know where Azeuchry got his) and putting mascara to it was a huge mistake. The right two were fair, quite pale. So I dusted along MAC NC42 to tan them up.
Me on the wedding day. The selendang did look pretty eh. (Sebab rambut dah 5 hari tak berbasuh kakakah). The pink kurung was a gift from my mom in law. Get it tailored at Arena Boutique where she saw (what is the past tense of sew ek? saw? sewn? ntah) pearls (read: PEARLS) and clustered beads. Costed me RM100 for the beading but puas hati gila.
The reception was done at Banquet Hall, UPM.
Nikah Shaniza and Nic
This is my dad, Apak and my father in law, Papa. My dad's glasses look funky eh. Aku pun tak perasan spek mata dia ada kaler kaler macam ni.
Charlie and Lynn. Mama said right away after the event, Charlie told Ma that he wanted to get married next year. Cess.. penat berdiri wedding si Shaniza tak abis, ada satu lagi....?!?! But I'm happy for them. Elok lah tu.. berkepit jeeee.... naik panas mata tengok. (Tapi kang korang kata aku jeles tengok orang belum kawin berkepit pulakk)
This is the bride and the groom. Shaniza and Nic.
Nic's parents. Both of them shed tears after the nikah. Me, tak perasan sebab tengah makan nasi lemak at kitchen. Lapar siot.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Spree!
Like a bird flying away from the cage, I roamed Megamall. Like a free vampire, I swiped the Visa like nobody business and returned home, refusing to look at all the receipts I accumulated.
However, as a responsible financial advisor to my Man and also the future Prospects, I am hereby listing down the expenses with all the grudges and hesitation and embarassment. (Ambik kau)
1. Azam's Sweater (always start with the kid's. It'll make me like a super duper excellent mom)RM50.
2. Anna's Bonnet (well, can't blame me. She does look like a boy without hair, so putting up a new bonnet makes her look pretty and like-a-girl)RM15
3. Carlo Rino new handbag (which can fit my breast pump and my note book, which justifying me as again a super duper excellent breastfeeding mom ) RM300
4. Shoes (well strike this off because I held back my wallet and quickly walked out from the Clarks) RM280
5. Zara. Black tight skirt RM139.00
6. Zara. A pair of nicely fitted black pants RM199.00
7. Panty hose RM25.00
8. BodyShop foundation brush RM60)
Total (urghh!) RM790.00
I'm going to bed! I'm going to bed!!
(oh sungguh perit kenyataan ini)
However, as a responsible financial advisor to my Man and also the future Prospects, I am hereby listing down the expenses with all the grudges and hesitation and embarassment. (Ambik kau)
1. Azam's Sweater (always start with the kid's. It'll make me like a super duper excellent mom)RM50.
2. Anna's Bonnet (well, can't blame me. She does look like a boy without hair, so putting up a new bonnet makes her look pretty and like-a-girl)RM15
3. Carlo Rino new handbag (which can fit my breast pump and my note book, which justifying me as again a super duper excellent breastfeeding mom ) RM300
4. Shoes (well strike this off because I held back my wallet and quickly walked out from the Clarks) RM280
5. Zara. Black tight skirt RM139.00
6. Zara. A pair of nicely fitted black pants RM199.00
7. Panty hose RM25.00
8. BodyShop foundation brush RM60)
Total (urghh!) RM790.00
I'm going to bed! I'm going to bed!!
(oh sungguh perit kenyataan ini)
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Azuechry had fever for two days on Monday and Tuesday. On Tuesday evening, he started throwing up and purging water out of his skinny body. He slept and suddenly woke up, projectiling large thick mucus out from his drying two lips.
On Thursday, we checked him out at a paed clinic at Az-Zahrah. Dr. Nazim admitted him. He wobbled while the Paed poked a little tiny syringe into his body but acted brave and all-strong.
We went into the ward where they put him drip. When the Man finished up his HOU meeting, we swapped placees while I went to finish up my BTC paper. I spent the whole night at the ward. He threwed up in his sleep. Once. One whole night was spent iin the bed without any single drop of milk nor food. Poor darling.
Friday morning. The Man had to take the Maid to the Indonesian embassy. I went home to nurse Anna and my sister Yanto went over to the ward to accompany him.
Both mommy and daddy went to the hospital around 3 in the afternoon. He saw uswalking out from the car and waited for us patiently. But Mommy didn't go upstairs. Mommy went in the OutpatientCenter to get some drip into her body.
Turned out to be that I caught his bacteria, too. I was purging water out from the body. The doctor wanted to get me admitted but I refused. So they put me on drip for two hours after injecting Maxolon and Buscopan to my butt.
I went home right after two hours. Azeuchry was already home laughing away at me. Both of us limped in front of the flat screen.
On Thursday, we checked him out at a paed clinic at Az-Zahrah. Dr. Nazim admitted him. He wobbled while the Paed poked a little tiny syringe into his body but acted brave and all-strong.
We went into the ward where they put him drip. When the Man finished up his HOU meeting, we swapped placees while I went to finish up my BTC paper. I spent the whole night at the ward. He threwed up in his sleep. Once. One whole night was spent iin the bed without any single drop of milk nor food. Poor darling.
Friday morning. The Man had to take the Maid to the Indonesian embassy. I went home to nurse Anna and my sister Yanto went over to the ward to accompany him.
Both mommy and daddy went to the hospital around 3 in the afternoon. He saw uswalking out from the car and waited for us patiently. But Mommy didn't go upstairs. Mommy went in the OutpatientCenter to get some drip into her body.
Turned out to be that I caught his bacteria, too. I was purging water out from the body. The doctor wanted to get me admitted but I refused. So they put me on drip for two hours after injecting Maxolon and Buscopan to my butt.
I went home right after two hours. Azeuchry was already home laughing away at me. Both of us limped in front of the flat screen.
Macam Tu Lah Period!
Been having droplets of blood. Little stain on the panty. Since Last Saturday. One tiny droplet every ehmm about 36 hours. Figured out less fluid in my body must have induced that.
Been fasting. Been performing Solat.
When on the sixth day, I decided to call up Gart and she simply screamed, "Macam tu lah period orang breastfeeding!".
Feel bodoh.
Next day, gulped down a big glass of water early at 7:00 a.m., and a glass of nescaffee at Work.
Been fasting. Been performing Solat.
When on the sixth day, I decided to call up Gart and she simply screamed, "Macam tu lah period orang breastfeeding!".
Feel bodoh.
Next day, gulped down a big glass of water early at 7:00 a.m., and a glass of nescaffee at Work.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
For Thou , Ramadan
Figured out that Ramadan is the best month to start new habit, to become a new person, a better person.
Figured out that Ramadan is not the only month to curb our hunger, our thirst, but 'our hunger for world's possession'.
So, here is THE list.
I vow that in the whole month of the noble Ramadhan...
1. I shall not buy new lipsticks or new eye colors.
2. I shall not buy any more bottles of parfum.
3. I shall not eat at expensive hotel buffets.
4. I shall try to drink unsweetened water.
5. I shall dress below my knee.
6. I shall not use my MasterCard or Visa.
7. I shall read the Quran (at least the Fatihah) to Azeuchry once a day.
Figured out that Ramadan is not the only month to curb our hunger, our thirst, but 'our hunger for world's possession'.
So, here is THE list.
I vow that in the whole month of the noble Ramadhan...
1. I shall not buy new lipsticks or new eye colors.
2. I shall not buy any more bottles of parfum.
3. I shall not eat at expensive hotel buffets.
4. I shall try to drink unsweetened water.
5. I shall dress below my knee.
6. I shall not use my MasterCard or Visa.
7. I shall read the Quran (at least the Fatihah) to Azeuchry once a day.
Forgive Me For Waiting
Looks like I suddenly have extra hours at office, doing my usual blog hopping after a session of 5-oz expression.
Thing is, I got piles to complete.
But the tender evaluation committee is sitting and as soon as they are finish, I will buzzing through for the memo to NumeroUno. NUmeroUno has set up tomorrow's 17:30 for the bids to be presented. Absurd but doable.
I am agitatedly but patiently waiting.
But what took them so long?!?!
Thing is, I got piles to complete.
But the tender evaluation committee is sitting and as soon as they are finish, I will buzzing through for the memo to NumeroUno. NUmeroUno has set up tomorrow's 17:30 for the bids to be presented. Absurd but doable.
I am agitatedly but patiently waiting.
But what took them so long?!?!
Beat The System
two hundred billions over worth of contract gets done in less than 8 days.
We got the approval from NumeroUno on Friday 17:30. Preparing the tender documents and invitation letter.
Fax them on Saturday.
Closing today Wednesday.
Evaluating them straight away.
Concluding them tonight.
Presenting to NumeroUno and the bunch of Commttee tomorrow at 17:30.
Awarding latest by Friday.
See? If you know how to important is your tender, you'll work your ass hard and beat the snail system.
"That's why I am paid the million bucks", Cameron Diaz in the Holiday.
We got the approval from NumeroUno on Friday 17:30. Preparing the tender documents and invitation letter.
Fax them on Saturday.
Closing today Wednesday.
Evaluating them straight away.
Concluding them tonight.
Presenting to NumeroUno and the bunch of Commttee tomorrow at 17:30.
Awarding latest by Friday.
See? If you know how to important is your tender, you'll work your ass hard and beat the snail system.
"That's why I am paid the million bucks", Cameron Diaz in the Holiday.
Friday, August 22, 2008
...Sponging away all the pressure for him
Well it is not true anyway.
He has a lot more pressure than anyone else now.
He is not being appreciated from my Number 1.
Numero Uno has just started trusting him and it was such a difficult situation to work under a person who simply doesn't trust you.
It is not fair for me to say that I am sponging away all the pressure for him.
Because I am not.
I am really having a hate-respect-hate-love relationship with this guy eh.
He has a lot more pressure than anyone else now.
He is not being appreciated from my Number 1.
Numero Uno has just started trusting him and it was such a difficult situation to work under a person who simply doesn't trust you.
It is not fair for me to say that I am sponging away all the pressure for him.
Because I am not.
I am really having a hate-respect-hate-love relationship with this guy eh.
What Will I Be If I Am Not A **** Manager.
1. Lactation consultant.
I can be a good listener, a good consultant and plus, who can understand a lot more about the heartache of breastfeeding if not the person itself?
2. Full time blogger.
My grammar is here and there and nobody checks my spelling but I am real GOOD when it comes to EXPRESSING EMOTION.
3. Datuk Azalina's Othman Fashion Consultant.
Needless say more. She needs one.
4. Unit Trust Consultant.
I just pass the Exam, people! I believe in the Shariah-based fund truly and I had a very good intention to start, that is to find a blessed source of investment.
5. Coal and Shipping Contract Advisor for M**lak**of Berhad.
Well, heard that they are looking for one and who is experienced enough to draft templates for these two? Me, the uncertified lawyer.
And yet, my loyalty is still with my Number 2.
Unless he asks me to sponge other people's shits.
I can be a good listener, a good consultant and plus, who can understand a lot more about the heartache of breastfeeding if not the person itself?
2. Full time blogger.
My grammar is here and there and nobody checks my spelling but I am real GOOD when it comes to EXPRESSING EMOTION.
3. Datuk Azalina's Othman Fashion Consultant.
Needless say more. She needs one.
4. Unit Trust Consultant.
I just pass the Exam, people! I believe in the Shariah-based fund truly and I had a very good intention to start, that is to find a blessed source of investment.
5. Coal and Shipping Contract Advisor for M**lak**of Berhad.
Well, heard that they are looking for one and who is experienced enough to draft templates for these two? Me, the uncertified lawyer.
And yet, my loyalty is still with my Number 2.
Unless he asks me to sponge other people's shits.
That's Why He Calls Me His SpongeBob!
I'm going to bitch. (I know under 18 reads my blog, but I am bitching anyway!)
My Number 2 is a human who never stop believing in developing man.
He can put anyone he likes in the team because he knows I'll absorb the pressure. I will always stay here to make sure that the business is uninterrupted. I am always here to provide him facts whenever he goes to see Numero Uno.
And he can put person as undecisive as nooras in the team. Why? Because I'll be sponging away all the tasks of making decision.
And he can put person as degil as Rose's husband in the team. Why? Because I'll be the one who does the work for Number 2 when Rose's husband walk away stubbornly from a meeting room, refusing to write the bloody damn paper.
And he can put person as childish as INI in the team. Why? Because when she walks away to let the steam off from the office, I'll be the one who compiles all the data required and runs like headless chicken around to find them.
That 's why he calls me his Spongebob.
Cause that is what I do. Sponging away all the pressure for him
My Number 2 is a human who never stop believing in developing man.
He can put anyone he likes in the team because he knows I'll absorb the pressure. I will always stay here to make sure that the business is uninterrupted. I am always here to provide him facts whenever he goes to see Numero Uno.
And he can put person as undecisive as nooras in the team. Why? Because I'll be sponging away all the tasks of making decision.
And he can put person as degil as Rose's husband in the team. Why? Because I'll be the one who does the work for Number 2 when Rose's husband walk away stubbornly from a meeting room, refusing to write the bloody damn paper.
And he can put person as childish as INI in the team. Why? Because when she walks away to let the steam off from the office, I'll be the one who compiles all the data required and runs like headless chicken around to find them.
That 's why he calls me his Spongebob.
Cause that is what I do. Sponging away all the pressure for him
The Husband
There is another part of the story but am writing the first half of it.
Conversation revolves around Numero Uno and My Number 2.
Numero Uno: We should send someone as our representative to do the lobbying.
Number 2: Then we should send our Chief Lobbyist for this.
Numero Uno: That's too high. Anyone from your office?
Number 2: Hmm
Numero Uno: HOw about that guy? Rose's husband?
Number 2: Who? Rose?
Numero Uno: Yeah.. that looks like mat salleh a bit. Rose's husband (two times).
Number 2: Okay.
Well, The Man and I work in the same Group but I definitely don't want anyone to know him as Clipper's Husband!
Malu siot.
Conversation revolves around Numero Uno and My Number 2.
Numero Uno: We should send someone as our representative to do the lobbying.
Number 2: Then we should send our Chief Lobbyist for this.
Numero Uno: That's too high. Anyone from your office?
Number 2: Hmm
Numero Uno: HOw about that guy? Rose's husband?
Number 2: Who? Rose?
Numero Uno: Yeah.. that looks like mat salleh a bit. Rose's husband (two times).
Number 2: Okay.
Well, The Man and I work in the same Group but I definitely don't want anyone to know him as Clipper's Husband!
Malu siot.
Who and Who
At Home.
The Man: The Man whom I married 6 years ago. Who has one eye with double lid and the other not. Whose waist size is getting larger. Whose head is the sexiest (when it is bald, I think). Who is a great listener. Who keeps me grounded and pulls me from la-la land. Whose caress on my not-so-love hair made me feel like crying and smiling both at the same time.
Azeuchry: The first baby. The angel of my life. The first time I feel that there is a reason why God created me. And the reason is him.
Anna: My first princess. Smiles the loveliest. Laughs and simply makes me out-of-this-world. Humbly and patiently waiting for my hugs, and kisses, every single time she catches glances of me.
At Work.
Numero Uno : CEO of the Group.
Very sharp. He knows figures at his fingertips. When it was announced that he's getting 100% increment, I silently think he deserves it and loudly protest on why is he not sharing it with the rest.
When he fires you, you'll feel that his eyes get smaller and his shoulders balloon up, just like a katak kembong.
Number 1 : MD of my Company who is wholly owned by the Group.
He has the shortest span of attention.
He has the need for more love in the world.
Number 2 : My lovely GM whose brain is the smartert and shoes the ugliest.
I love this guy to bits.
He is the reason I have the highest tolerance among the rest, wiser and brighter.
Sometimes butterfly dances in my tummy when he strikes a fight with anyone, but I know he is just doing what he is supposed to be doing.
He is the reason I am staying.
..at least for now..
The Man: The Man whom I married 6 years ago. Who has one eye with double lid and the other not. Whose waist size is getting larger. Whose head is the sexiest (when it is bald, I think). Who is a great listener. Who keeps me grounded and pulls me from la-la land. Whose caress on my not-so-love hair made me feel like crying and smiling both at the same time.
Azeuchry: The first baby. The angel of my life. The first time I feel that there is a reason why God created me. And the reason is him.
Anna: My first princess. Smiles the loveliest. Laughs and simply makes me out-of-this-world. Humbly and patiently waiting for my hugs, and kisses, every single time she catches glances of me.
At Work.
Numero Uno : CEO of the Group.
Very sharp. He knows figures at his fingertips. When it was announced that he's getting 100% increment, I silently think he deserves it and loudly protest on why is he not sharing it with the rest.
When he fires you, you'll feel that his eyes get smaller and his shoulders balloon up, just like a katak kembong.
Number 1 : MD of my Company who is wholly owned by the Group.
He has the shortest span of attention.
He has the need for more love in the world.
Number 2 : My lovely GM whose brain is the smartert and shoes the ugliest.
I love this guy to bits.
He is the reason I have the highest tolerance among the rest, wiser and brighter.
Sometimes butterfly dances in my tummy when he strikes a fight with anyone, but I know he is just doing what he is supposed to be doing.
He is the reason I am staying.
..at least for now..
Monday, August 11, 2008
Anna is 100 Days!
Maid was on leave so we had to take her out.
Plus she was 100 days already lah... and to Midvalley Megamall she went!!
Plus she was 100 days already lah... and to Midvalley Megamall she went!!
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Exam
My Tutorial is this Friday.
I have not blogged about me sitting for the Unit Trust exam, have I?
Figured out that since I'm withdrawing the whole lot of my ASB and splitting them into Tabung Haji and Unit Trust instead, I might as well earn the agency fees. The company is charging the customer 5.5% out of the initial investment, and 2.75% will go to the agent who enrolls you up.
So the tutorial for the Exam is this Friday and the exam is two weekends away.
Linda had dropped by with a thick document to read.
I am yet to finalize my fuel supply plan so that the quarterly lifting schedule to the suppliers are sent out before this Friday. I have another Letter of Award to be sent out (which terms are not aggreable between me and the Supplier) and a TOR for an evaluation to be completed.
I have not blogged about me sitting for the Unit Trust exam, have I?
Figured out that since I'm withdrawing the whole lot of my ASB and splitting them into Tabung Haji and Unit Trust instead, I might as well earn the agency fees. The company is charging the customer 5.5% out of the initial investment, and 2.75% will go to the agent who enrolls you up.
So the tutorial for the Exam is this Friday and the exam is two weekends away.
Linda had dropped by with a thick document to read.
I am yet to finalize my fuel supply plan so that the quarterly lifting schedule to the suppliers are sent out before this Friday. I have another Letter of Award to be sent out (which terms are not aggreable between me and the Supplier) and a TOR for an evaluation to be completed.
My Number 1 and Number 2
I seriously think it is a redundant.
My GM is the one running around like a mad person with a pair of ugly shoes. Well, my MD runs around, too, worrying about why the server is still down, why one light is off, why the ladies' toilet had not been cleaned.
My GM runs around to check the data in our PC, stands behind us while we punched in some bizarre numbers into our spreadsheet before we print them for him to go see the Numero Uno. Well, my MD runs around, too, checking on whether the emails Jas sent to all the girls in our office on keeping the toilet cleaned is read by most of us, on whether we understand that the used pad is to be rolled in a tissue paper before we plonked them into the blue dustbin.
My GM reads through and through all the papers we writefor the Board. Well, my MD demands for the papers to be sent to his home PC so that 'he would look at it over the weekend', only to scold us on Monday saying that our English is not at par (without knowing that I actually pasted a monkey picture instead of a graph in one of my word doc email for his read-over-the-weekend homework).
My GM hastily shoved the food down his throat when he got a call from the NumeroUno’s office and quickly got the printing from us. Well, my MD quickly claimed tummy upset everytime the Numero Uno called. Sometimes he went over for the appointment, when he needed approval to go overseas.
My GM had the prices of the fuels at his finger tips and answered the Numero Uno’s rambling questions whilst my MD stared blankly into spaces, dreamt about how many more money he should earn to get his ass into the habit of reading the market daily.
While I had fun watching my MD playing a fool out of himself, I know that the RM4.00 bread my GM keeps munching is a sign he’s combating his stress away.
(Satu hari nanti korang tengoklah GM aku akan jadi sebesar pintu fridge).
My GM is the one running around like a mad person with a pair of ugly shoes. Well, my MD runs around, too, worrying about why the server is still down, why one light is off, why the ladies' toilet had not been cleaned.
My GM runs around to check the data in our PC, stands behind us while we punched in some bizarre numbers into our spreadsheet before we print them for him to go see the Numero Uno. Well, my MD runs around, too, checking on whether the emails Jas sent to all the girls in our office on keeping the toilet cleaned is read by most of us, on whether we understand that the used pad is to be rolled in a tissue paper before we plonked them into the blue dustbin.
My GM reads through and through all the papers we writefor the Board. Well, my MD demands for the papers to be sent to his home PC so that 'he would look at it over the weekend', only to scold us on Monday saying that our English is not at par (without knowing that I actually pasted a monkey picture instead of a graph in one of my word doc email for his read-over-the-weekend homework).
My GM hastily shoved the food down his throat when he got a call from the NumeroUno’s office and quickly got the printing from us. Well, my MD quickly claimed tummy upset everytime the Numero Uno called. Sometimes he went over for the appointment, when he needed approval to go overseas.
My GM had the prices of the fuels at his finger tips and answered the Numero Uno’s rambling questions whilst my MD stared blankly into spaces, dreamt about how many more money he should earn to get his ass into the habit of reading the market daily.
While I had fun watching my MD playing a fool out of himself, I know that the RM4.00 bread my GM keeps munching is a sign he’s combating his stress away.
(Satu hari nanti korang tengoklah GM aku akan jadi sebesar pintu fridge).
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
At Dhillon's Wedding
Me and The Man.
This couple look lovely in purple. (Mommy's favorite color)
Sob, in case you have not seen my new hair properly. (Before they grow ugly)
Successful Trip!
Ida and I decided not to fly neither to overnight on our quarterly trip to Tanjung Bin, Johor. And I vowed that I will express Anna's staple food all along the journey.
We took off from Bangi around 6:30 a.m. and shot up straight to Simpang Renggam. I expressed before we took off and while Ida changed into her office attire, I expressed at Simpang Renggam Exit PLUS' surau (thanks for your eletrricity Mr Plus) and got my usual 5 oz.
We arrived Tg. Bin and scourged for fridge but none available. I placed that one bottle in my Coleman and Ida hid it under the receptionist table, leaving a sweet note. Then we were under the sun until 1:30 when we moved to the building where the meeting is supposed to be. I pressured the boy to surrender his room, expressing while Ida did her Zuhr and Asr solat. I got another 5 oz and placed them in the fridge, while freezing my blue ice (Medela's and Brite Ice). Both of the bottles stayed there while mommy had her meeting.
FInishing up meeting, I took over the poor boy's room again and expressed and got my another 5 oz before did my jamak. Collected them all together, stole some ice from the boys' fridge (mind you, it's all boys office, so the ladies are the gents too), plonked them in my coleman and put both of my frozen blue ices inside.
We stopped for early dinner at Machap. Then stopped again at Pagoh for Maghrib prayers where I (this PLUS's surau doesn't have eletric point, so on battery I was) unhook my bra in front of pairs of old women's eyes (one boldly asked me, mana baby nya?) and collected my 5 oz. Plonked them in the coleman.
Arrived home around 10:30 night. A journey of 18 hours to and fro down South. Collecting a total of 20 oz for Anna today. Praying that germs didn't get to the equipments unsterilled.
Cud I do it without Ida? Don't think so. SHe has been very supportive, finding places for me to hide my stuffs, calling here and there to see whether there are fridge available, waiting me up patiently, while I expressed about 15 mins each (and plus killing the mosquitoes on my arm while I was expressing!)
Don't think I have the nerve and time if it wasn't of her.
We took off from Bangi around 6:30 a.m. and shot up straight to Simpang Renggam. I expressed before we took off and while Ida changed into her office attire, I expressed at Simpang Renggam Exit PLUS' surau (thanks for your eletrricity Mr Plus) and got my usual 5 oz.
We arrived Tg. Bin and scourged for fridge but none available. I placed that one bottle in my Coleman and Ida hid it under the receptionist table, leaving a sweet note. Then we were under the sun until 1:30 when we moved to the building where the meeting is supposed to be. I pressured the boy to surrender his room, expressing while Ida did her Zuhr and Asr solat. I got another 5 oz and placed them in the fridge, while freezing my blue ice (Medela's and Brite Ice). Both of the bottles stayed there while mommy had her meeting.
FInishing up meeting, I took over the poor boy's room again and expressed and got my another 5 oz before did my jamak. Collected them all together, stole some ice from the boys' fridge (mind you, it's all boys office, so the ladies are the gents too), plonked them in my coleman and put both of my frozen blue ices inside.
We stopped for early dinner at Machap. Then stopped again at Pagoh for Maghrib prayers where I (this PLUS's surau doesn't have eletric point, so on battery I was) unhook my bra in front of pairs of old women's eyes (one boldly asked me, mana baby nya?) and collected my 5 oz. Plonked them in the coleman.
Arrived home around 10:30 night. A journey of 18 hours to and fro down South. Collecting a total of 20 oz for Anna today. Praying that germs didn't get to the equipments unsterilled.
Cud I do it without Ida? Don't think so. SHe has been very supportive, finding places for me to hide my stuffs, calling here and there to see whether there are fridge available, waiting me up patiently, while I expressed about 15 mins each (and plus killing the mosquitoes on my arm while I was expressing!)
Don't think I have the nerve and time if it wasn't of her.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Hot
Why is my new Pink laptop from DELL is making my palms ache with its warmth (or rather HOTNESS) everytime I'm typing?
Read about DELL laptop burning, but not sure whether that's happening.
Read about DELL laptop burning, but not sure whether that's happening.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
They Come and Go....
All personality test that I have taken proved that I am a machine-gun when it comes thinking of new ideas and the least likely gonna finish them.
That translated to these:
1. big time day dreamer.
2. gung ho for like two weeks.
3. hangat hangat tahi ayam.
Very true, indeed.
I scrolled down all the entries (back from 2005) and felt like hiding myself under the carpet when I read all the 'big dreams' I've written.
From a believer of the right brain, positive energy, crystal-junkie,
loosing weight,
blogging everyday from my palm (which the Man was forced to buy me a wireless keyboard which is waaay not so good functionally)
thinking big in politics,
then loosing weight again,
then becoming a total fashionly-organized person,
a mom who reads to her children every night,
then loosing weight again,
photograph taking,
wedding photographs taking,
then children photographs taking,
then loosing weight again,
promising to always appear sexy to the Man,
then getting sloppy again the next few days,
then saving towards a million bucks goal by the age 34,
then shop frenzily at Niichi,
then vowed to blog in perfect English with perfect grammar and slotting in a few new and bombastic words here and there,
then curse and bitch again in the blog the very next day.
All sort of things I wanna be. I wanna do.
Turned out to be a good laughing-at entries.
That translated to these:
1. big time day dreamer.
2. gung ho for like two weeks.
3. hangat hangat tahi ayam.
Very true, indeed.
I scrolled down all the entries (back from 2005) and felt like hiding myself under the carpet when I read all the 'big dreams' I've written.
From a believer of the right brain, positive energy, crystal-junkie,
loosing weight,
blogging everyday from my palm (which the Man was forced to buy me a wireless keyboard which is waaay not so good functionally)
thinking big in politics,
then loosing weight again,
then becoming a total fashionly-organized person,
a mom who reads to her children every night,
then loosing weight again,
photograph taking,
wedding photographs taking,
then children photographs taking,
then loosing weight again,
promising to always appear sexy to the Man,
then getting sloppy again the next few days,
then saving towards a million bucks goal by the age 34,
then shop frenzily at Niichi,
then vowed to blog in perfect English with perfect grammar and slotting in a few new and bombastic words here and there,
then curse and bitch again in the blog the very next day.
All sort of things I wanna be. I wanna do.
Turned out to be a good laughing-at entries.
Deleting
Korang dah abis baca pasal the list of shariah-endorsed unit trust that I cut n paste in the previous entries?
Kalau dah, am deleting it. Terasa malu lah pulak beria ria (kekekekeh). But you can always go to the net to look for it.
Kalau dah, am deleting it. Terasa malu lah pulak beria ria (kekekekeh). But you can always go to the net to look for it.
More on Unit Trust
People (and most of the books, and most of the personality test I've taken) said that I'm the kind that is so high geared for new initiatives and thinking out new ideas but the least likely to finish them.
This might be one of it.
Figured out that since I'm taking my money out from ASB and putting half of them in the Unit Trust, I might as well be a Unit Trust agent. (people who sell and do the paper work for those buy). The commission is actually very low (they said) but it 'll give me the freedom of monitoring my own fund. I have to go for a class and sit for an exam (which cost around RM250). In short, it'll let me explore the world of investment without feeling obliged to buy. Sebab aku cukup berminat nak tahu pasal mende mende ni, but ask any unit trust agent to come and explain, they'll end up with a push for us to buy. Tu yang aku menyampah. Hence came the urge to do that myself.
So blurted that out to an ex-boss and the next week, I got an email from him that he's buying from me, once I am licensed.
A friend who has been approached many times by many unit trust agent (and the one who cleverly always give wrong phone number to any insurance agents) happened to know about the exam I'm taking and told me to sign her up as my client as well.
I am yet to be licensed and there are people waiting for my service.
Fooh! This kind of pressure is putting me off, man!
Linda quickly put me for a test (knowing that I'll back off so easily) in August.
This might be one of it.
Figured out that since I'm taking my money out from ASB and putting half of them in the Unit Trust, I might as well be a Unit Trust agent. (people who sell and do the paper work for those buy). The commission is actually very low (they said) but it 'll give me the freedom of monitoring my own fund. I have to go for a class and sit for an exam (which cost around RM250). In short, it'll let me explore the world of investment without feeling obliged to buy. Sebab aku cukup berminat nak tahu pasal mende mende ni, but ask any unit trust agent to come and explain, they'll end up with a push for us to buy. Tu yang aku menyampah. Hence came the urge to do that myself.
So blurted that out to an ex-boss and the next week, I got an email from him that he's buying from me, once I am licensed.
A friend who has been approached many times by many unit trust agent (and the one who cleverly always give wrong phone number to any insurance agents) happened to know about the exam I'm taking and told me to sign her up as my client as well.
I am yet to be licensed and there are people waiting for my service.
Fooh! This kind of pressure is putting me off, man!
Linda quickly put me for a test (knowing that I'll back off so easily) in August.
Monday, July 21, 2008
List of Malaysian Shariah Based Unit Trust Funds
Am deleting this but you can always go to the site to find out.
http://www.sc.com.my/
List of Malaysian Shariah Based Unit Trust Funds
(as at 31 March 2008)
http://www.sc.com.my/
List of Malaysian Shariah Based Unit Trust Funds
(as at 31 March 2008)
Syariah Compliant Counter
http://www.sc.com.my/eng/html/icm/sas/sc_syariahcompliant.pdf
It is in pdf so I can't cut n paste them for you. But it is very comprehensive. It lists down all the counters that are shariah compliant.
It is in pdf so I can't cut n paste them for you. But it is very comprehensive. It lists down all the counters that are shariah compliant.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Favorita Colora
Azeuchry have been singing song about our favorite colors.
My favorite: Orange! Red! (ending with high note)
Daddy's Favorite: Blue and yellow.
Mommy's Favorite: Pink and purple.
Adik's Favorite: Red.
Son, your flushed cheeks are actually my favorite. Love you!
My favorite: Orange! Red! (ending with high note)
Daddy's Favorite: Blue and yellow.
Mommy's Favorite: Pink and purple.
Adik's Favorite: Red.
Son, your flushed cheeks are actually my favorite. Love you!
Good Brands I'm Blessed With
Nikon DSLR (nice pix)
Selangor (bill air murah)
Medela (PISA)
TNB (pot)
MAC (the best foundation)
Artistry (kind)
Wacoal (supporter)
Kerastase (
Kellog's (breakfast)
Dutch Lady (lowfat)
Perodua (my MyVI)
Honda (saves fuel)
Faber Castell (nice pen)
O2 (masih hidup lagi Mini O2 aku)
Calvin Klein (for the Man's jeans. my perfume)
Niichi (fashion city)
Liz Claiborne (bloody nice handbag)
Coach (to-haves)
Hush Puppies (kind shoes)
Sembonia (goes with baju kurung(
Carlo Rino (kind heels)
In2It (nice eye colors)
Marie Claire (glasses)
Evita Peroni (nice hair bands)
Celcom (cheap charge)
The Star (superb online)
Petronas (next door)
Maybank2u (can check all credit card and accounts movement)
Public Mutual
MPH (best sellers)
Popular (for stationaries)
Streamyx (fast)
Ridsect (tsk tsk begone)
PLUS Highway (bring me home)
MNA (Nice pants)
Estee Lauder (nice perfume)
Jusco (cheap underwear)
Fujifilm (fastest pix developing, nearest to office)
SJMC (efficient)
Selangor (bill air murah)
Medela (PISA)
TNB (pot)
MAC (the best foundation)
Artistry (kind)
Wacoal (supporter)
Kerastase (
Kellog's (breakfast)
Dutch Lady (lowfat)
Perodua (my MyVI)
Honda (saves fuel)
Faber Castell (nice pen)
O2 (masih hidup lagi Mini O2 aku)
Calvin Klein (for the Man's jeans. my perfume)
Niichi (fashion city)
Liz Claiborne (bloody nice handbag)
Coach (to-haves)
Hush Puppies (kind shoes)
Sembonia (goes with baju kurung(
Carlo Rino (kind heels)
In2It (nice eye colors)
Marie Claire (glasses)
Evita Peroni (nice hair bands)
Celcom (cheap charge)
The Star (superb online)
Petronas (next door)
Maybank2u (can check all credit card and accounts movement)
Public Mutual
MPH (best sellers)
Popular (for stationaries)
Streamyx (fast)
Ridsect (tsk tsk begone)
PLUS Highway (bring me home)
MNA (Nice pants)
Estee Lauder (nice perfume)
Jusco (cheap underwear)
Fujifilm (fastest pix developing, nearest to office)
SJMC (efficient)
A Blessed Income
(Rezeki yang Diberkati)
Been thinking about it lately. Well, it hit some of us early, and for some of us, it hit recently. I am thankful that it was never too late when it hits me.
So, why is it important to have a blessed income? What is , to begin with, a blessed income? A blessed income comes with the feeling of 'everything is sufficient for me'. I'd never feel that there are more things I can't have / I can't buy. A blessed income hits us in all sort of way. It gives us serenity. It made us smile, knowing that life has given us just as much as we need, instead of worrying whether our USD1 million is sitting in a correct investment portfolio.
For me, it means that my car never breaks down for some odd reason (unless I refueled it using diesel i/o minyak biasa.. seriously, the nozzle look the same).
It means that some idiots never hit me from the back, or my eyes stay on the road and prevent myself from hitting the cyclist (err.. pernah jadi, babe! malu nak tulih sini)
The maid never shove my expensive bras into the washing machine.
The maid, hopefully, never runs.
No misplaced keys. No misplaced belts. No misplaced of little tiny wedding ring.
Wallets never get snatched. Mobile phones never get misplaced.
Car never get broken into. House.
Good understanding boss. Good laughing colleagues. Good breakfast everymorning.
The clothes always fit me.
The shoes always are kind to my feet.
The husband never wanders.
The kids listen. The kids love.
The parents let me love them.
A good lung. A good heart. A good pair of kidneys.
Good, slurpy, stay-put, cancer-free breasts.
Hair masque that really works.
Expensive books brought home that are well read.
Good movies.
Little things that matter. That made me serene. That made me calm.
That made me thanking God.
Isn't that much wonderful than a million bucks?
Been thinking about it lately. Well, it hit some of us early, and for some of us, it hit recently. I am thankful that it was never too late when it hits me.
So, why is it important to have a blessed income? What is , to begin with, a blessed income? A blessed income comes with the feeling of 'everything is sufficient for me'. I'd never feel that there are more things I can't have / I can't buy. A blessed income hits us in all sort of way. It gives us serenity. It made us smile, knowing that life has given us just as much as we need, instead of worrying whether our USD1 million is sitting in a correct investment portfolio.
For me, it means that my car never breaks down for some odd reason (unless I refueled it using diesel i/o minyak biasa.. seriously, the nozzle look the same).
It means that some idiots never hit me from the back, or my eyes stay on the road and prevent myself from hitting the cyclist (err.. pernah jadi, babe! malu nak tulih sini)
The maid never shove my expensive bras into the washing machine.
The maid, hopefully, never runs.
No misplaced keys. No misplaced belts. No misplaced of little tiny wedding ring.
Wallets never get snatched. Mobile phones never get misplaced.
Car never get broken into. House.
Good understanding boss. Good laughing colleagues. Good breakfast everymorning.
The clothes always fit me.
The shoes always are kind to my feet.
The husband never wanders.
The kids listen. The kids love.
The parents let me love them.
A good lung. A good heart. A good pair of kidneys.
Good, slurpy, stay-put, cancer-free breasts.
Hair masque that really works.
Expensive books brought home that are well read.
Good movies.
Little things that matter. That made me serene. That made me calm.
That made me thanking God.
Isn't that much wonderful than a million bucks?
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Investment
(For those who have chosen ASB / ASN as their pot of investment, do not read further. Writer is not responsible for any resentment towards the portfolio mentioned)
(I say, DO NOT READ FURTHER)
I am a big believer in the ASB (Amanah Saham Bumiputra). Believed that is the best investment portfolio ever created in Malaysia. The return is very good, the best for the Bumis. About five years ago, people has started to write about shariah-endorsed investment. And ASB is not one of them. I took time to swallow that but decided to proceed anyway.
The reason that I was not so keen into believing a shariah-endorsed investment is the doubt I had that our system is so clean. I believed that somehow people who worked towards a shariah-certification over something must have been paid. In short, i believe whomever declared the halalility (if there is such word) can actually be paid to do so. So I couldn't care less whether this is shariah certified or not. I even opted for two conventional insurance portfolios. That was me.
However, I think that over years, I believe that the trust must be developed somehow, sometime. It is time that I start to believe in the people, in the work they have created. I started to read more and sadly, there aren't many writings about Islamic economic and financing. (or perhaps I have not done enough digging).
I started reading about zakat. Do you notice that the Quran always cite solat (prayers) and zakat together? I mean, we emphasize on the importance of five-times a day prayer but I never was bothered about zakat (except for Zakat fitrah done during the Eid-ul-Fitri). The concept of a halal source of income and the zakat imposed on it has somehow triggered me to think more of a halal investment.
I took opportunity of the long maternity break I have to do lots of thinking.
Thus, this is my action plan:
1. To withdraw all my ASB deposits and dump them into Tabung Haji for the low-risk portfolio. This account will act as the 'emergency tank' for me, sitting there for the rainy days yet collecting a good return. Tabung Haji did about 6% lasst year, which was as good as ASB.
(but I am yet to get my Dad do that paper for my Tabung Haji since it was opened on his name before)
2. Moderate-risk and high-risk portfolio is to be invested to a shariah-certified unit trust Fund. Public Mutual (PM) is the one actracts me most. Let me blog about PM a bit longer in different entry.
3. Cancel Azeuchry Investment-linked-education fund with ING. The return is not so good plus I opt to find him a better portfolio. I splitted my committment to him in two before: 50% to Tabung Haji and another 50% to that ING education. His dad dumped a few into Amanah Saham Didik. I am to withdraw that ING and dump them into a good perhaps moderate-risk PM shariah-certified fund. Will lose around RM2k like that but it is OK.
4. My life insurance (with HLA) for Alang's medical card is to be maintained. I am yet to find whether that was Shariah-certified portfolio and decide from there.
(I say, DO NOT READ FURTHER)
I am a big believer in the ASB (Amanah Saham Bumiputra). Believed that is the best investment portfolio ever created in Malaysia. The return is very good, the best for the Bumis. About five years ago, people has started to write about shariah-endorsed investment. And ASB is not one of them. I took time to swallow that but decided to proceed anyway.
The reason that I was not so keen into believing a shariah-endorsed investment is the doubt I had that our system is so clean. I believed that somehow people who worked towards a shariah-certification over something must have been paid. In short, i believe whomever declared the halalility (if there is such word) can actually be paid to do so. So I couldn't care less whether this is shariah certified or not. I even opted for two conventional insurance portfolios. That was me.
However, I think that over years, I believe that the trust must be developed somehow, sometime. It is time that I start to believe in the people, in the work they have created. I started to read more and sadly, there aren't many writings about Islamic economic and financing. (or perhaps I have not done enough digging).
I started reading about zakat. Do you notice that the Quran always cite solat (prayers) and zakat together? I mean, we emphasize on the importance of five-times a day prayer but I never was bothered about zakat (except for Zakat fitrah done during the Eid-ul-Fitri). The concept of a halal source of income and the zakat imposed on it has somehow triggered me to think more of a halal investment.
I took opportunity of the long maternity break I have to do lots of thinking.
Thus, this is my action plan:
1. To withdraw all my ASB deposits and dump them into Tabung Haji for the low-risk portfolio. This account will act as the 'emergency tank' for me, sitting there for the rainy days yet collecting a good return. Tabung Haji did about 6% lasst year, which was as good as ASB.
(but I am yet to get my Dad do that paper for my Tabung Haji since it was opened on his name before)
2. Moderate-risk and high-risk portfolio is to be invested to a shariah-certified unit trust Fund. Public Mutual (PM) is the one actracts me most. Let me blog about PM a bit longer in different entry.
3. Cancel Azeuchry Investment-linked-education fund with ING. The return is not so good plus I opt to find him a better portfolio. I splitted my committment to him in two before: 50% to Tabung Haji and another 50% to that ING education. His dad dumped a few into Amanah Saham Didik. I am to withdraw that ING and dump them into a good perhaps moderate-risk PM shariah-certified fund. Will lose around RM2k like that but it is OK.
4. My life insurance (with HLA) for Alang's medical card is to be maintained. I am yet to find whether that was Shariah-certified portfolio and decide from there.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Grace Salon
Okay, so I never really blogged about what happened when I decided to change my hair stylist.
Read about this gorgeous woman who opens up a salon named GraceSalon (aku baru tahu IN pronounciation for Salon is Se-LON bukan salun). So I called up to book an appointment (masa hari pantang yang ke 45) two weeks earlier.
Can I have an appointment with Grace Leong?
You want to see Miss Leong izit?
Yes, I'd like to see Grace Leong.
You want to see Miss Leong izit?
Yes, (ape la amoi ni tak paham paham grr!)
Okay, next two weeks on Friday.
Okay, appointment with Miss Leong next on 28th June 10 pm. Thank you
So on the day, I went up to Bangsar Shopping Complex, walked into the Salon and had a shock of my life when an old woman greeted me.
"Hello I Miss Leong aaa. You want to do what aa.."
(Aku hampir pengsan) I stared at her face long and notice the resemblances the gorgeous woman I read in the magazine with this Auntie who must been like 58 years old. I said, wahhh what the wonder of make-up. Didn't wanna hurt her with my long stare, I said, "you look so pretty compared to what I've seen in magazine".
"Okay okay ,sit down here aa let me go take the book for you to see what style you want aa"
"OKay you do like this aa very prety verry stylish. Very modern."
Aku mengangguk saja. Just wanted to get it over with. Silently I prayed God will pay my adab sopan dan budi bahasa with gorgeous-but-please-not-auntie hair.
Then an hour later I saw that gorgeous woman I saw in magazine whizzing around. Damn!
So this AUntie kept talking to me. "This salon last time we had at PJ then we moved because people there not so modern. I named this Salon after my first daughter, Grace. That one la" The same gorgeous woman I saw in the magazine.
I held my breath. Because Grace does have gorgeous hair.
Still praying that God will pay me with my courtesy to this old Auntie.
Until two hours later, I finally breath properly when Auntie blurted, "Actually aaa Grace hair also I do".
Okay lah Auntie. I picked up my book and smile and relax and two hours later, I walked out with yup.. gorgeous hair.
Gracefully.
People is right. Do not judge the stylist's age nor her hair to know what she is capable of.
Read about this gorgeous woman who opens up a salon named GraceSalon (aku baru tahu IN pronounciation for Salon is Se-LON bukan salun). So I called up to book an appointment (masa hari pantang yang ke 45) two weeks earlier.
Can I have an appointment with Grace Leong?
You want to see Miss Leong izit?
Yes, I'd like to see Grace Leong.
You want to see Miss Leong izit?
Yes, (ape la amoi ni tak paham paham grr!)
Okay, next two weeks on Friday.
Okay, appointment with Miss Leong next on 28th June 10 pm. Thank you
So on the day, I went up to Bangsar Shopping Complex, walked into the Salon and had a shock of my life when an old woman greeted me.
"Hello I Miss Leong aaa. You want to do what aa.."
(Aku hampir pengsan) I stared at her face long and notice the resemblances the gorgeous woman I read in the magazine with this Auntie who must been like 58 years old. I said, wahhh what the wonder of make-up. Didn't wanna hurt her with my long stare, I said, "you look so pretty compared to what I've seen in magazine".
"Okay okay ,sit down here aa let me go take the book for you to see what style you want aa"
"OKay you do like this aa very prety verry stylish. Very modern."
Aku mengangguk saja. Just wanted to get it over with. Silently I prayed God will pay my adab sopan dan budi bahasa with gorgeous-but-please-not-auntie hair.
Then an hour later I saw that gorgeous woman I saw in magazine whizzing around. Damn!
So this AUntie kept talking to me. "This salon last time we had at PJ then we moved because people there not so modern. I named this Salon after my first daughter, Grace. That one la" The same gorgeous woman I saw in the magazine.
I held my breath. Because Grace does have gorgeous hair.
Still praying that God will pay me with my courtesy to this old Auntie.
Until two hours later, I finally breath properly when Auntie blurted, "Actually aaa Grace hair also I do".
Okay lah Auntie. I picked up my book and smile and relax and two hours later, I walked out with yup.. gorgeous hair.
Gracefully.
People is right. Do not judge the stylist's age nor her hair to know what she is capable of.
Aku Masih Di Sini (I'm Still Here)
It is now nearly 9 a.m.
I'm supposed to be at work, but here, home, e-banking, blogging, just because
...the damn bloody traffic jam is so bad!
Tot of working on something before I shoot up to Manjung in the afternoon, but the files are in my PC at work.
Perhaps I should now save everything in that small thingy where you can save lots and lots of Gigabytes in it and carry around (namely the portable hard disk).
I know I can bring this pink laptop anywhere (plus, it'll look gorgeous on the boring meeting table) however I have loads to carry now. I have the new LizClaiborne bag (RED, kau!) which is bulky but trendy and my PISA breastpump which I carry around together with the chill bag in PISA bag pack. PLUS, I don't wanna risk having the laptop everytime I opt to stop at a mall and look so not trendy.
So, gotta find that portable hard disk soon. (Macam la tiap tiap hari nak buat kerja balik rumah sejak ada baby kecik ni)
And a new sets of eyeshadow. I think I want silver and gray.
And a new sets of matching bra and panties.
Oops... remind me to seduce the Man more to make him refuel my MyVI tank (just because I am nearly red this month, baby)
...perempuan....!
I'm supposed to be at work, but here, home, e-banking, blogging, just because
...the damn bloody traffic jam is so bad!
Tot of working on something before I shoot up to Manjung in the afternoon, but the files are in my PC at work.
Perhaps I should now save everything in that small thingy where you can save lots and lots of Gigabytes in it and carry around (namely the portable hard disk).
I know I can bring this pink laptop anywhere (plus, it'll look gorgeous on the boring meeting table) however I have loads to carry now. I have the new LizClaiborne bag (RED, kau!) which is bulky but trendy and my PISA breastpump which I carry around together with the chill bag in PISA bag pack. PLUS, I don't wanna risk having the laptop everytime I opt to stop at a mall and look so not trendy.
So, gotta find that portable hard disk soon. (Macam la tiap tiap hari nak buat kerja balik rumah sejak ada baby kecik ni)
And a new sets of eyeshadow. I think I want silver and gray.
And a new sets of matching bra and panties.
Oops... remind me to seduce the Man more to make him refuel my MyVI tank (just because I am nearly red this month, baby)
...perempuan....!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
About Kerastase, Wacoal and Medela Pump In Style Advanced
When it comes to beauty (and fashion), this is my latest statement.
Go with the updated ones. Spend less on branding but go on what is in the season. Choose your two high ends.
So I go with high-end stuffs when it comes to, Numero UNO: Hair, and Numero TWO: Boobs.
Hair.
The best salon will get you the best cut. My stylist know everything about my life style (yang pemalas gila) so he always refused to do style that I want. I changed recently to Grace Salon at Bangsar Shopping Complex.
The best hair care product should be Kerastase. I am a big fan of Kerastase. The shampoo is great. The masque is superb. Just bought night-treatment (rambut pun ada night treatment la). Pricey but puas hati. however, I'm sure other products would deliver the same result but until I heard a testimony, with Kerastase I'm staying and sticking (and zapping my credit card with)
Boobs.
I religiously believe that however good and expensive your dressing is, if you are not pairing them up with a good bra, it is USELESS. Good bra will hold the two sisters upright, for the day and the years to come. It'll make you look good and having a E-cup like mine (which I always tried to hide during high school, kan aku sekolah agama), I need to feel that my two sisters are not slumping away. Wacoal does the wonder to me and with Wacoal I' ve been sticking. And their products last too, I had mine as old as 5 years old (provided maid aku tak basuh masuk machine sekali ngan towel oh tidak!!)
I also got the most expensive breast pump because it delivers the best at the shortest duration. So far it had done my an average of 5 ounces for 10 minutes session and maximum it had given me 8 ounces for 10 minutes (okay.. others do better with manual pump but this is a bloody good Pump)
I justified all the money spent. :)
Go with the updated ones. Spend less on branding but go on what is in the season. Choose your two high ends.
So I go with high-end stuffs when it comes to, Numero UNO: Hair, and Numero TWO: Boobs.
Hair.
The best salon will get you the best cut. My stylist know everything about my life style (yang pemalas gila) so he always refused to do style that I want. I changed recently to Grace Salon at Bangsar Shopping Complex.
The best hair care product should be Kerastase. I am a big fan of Kerastase. The shampoo is great. The masque is superb. Just bought night-treatment (rambut pun ada night treatment la). Pricey but puas hati. however, I'm sure other products would deliver the same result but until I heard a testimony, with Kerastase I'm staying and sticking (and zapping my credit card with)
Boobs.
I religiously believe that however good and expensive your dressing is, if you are not pairing them up with a good bra, it is USELESS. Good bra will hold the two sisters upright, for the day and the years to come. It'll make you look good and having a E-cup like mine (which I always tried to hide during high school, kan aku sekolah agama), I need to feel that my two sisters are not slumping away. Wacoal does the wonder to me and with Wacoal I' ve been sticking. And their products last too, I had mine as old as 5 years old (provided maid aku tak basuh masuk machine sekali ngan towel oh tidak!!)
I also got the most expensive breast pump because it delivers the best at the shortest duration. So far it had done my an average of 5 ounces for 10 minutes session and maximum it had given me 8 ounces for 10 minutes (okay.. others do better with manual pump but this is a bloody good Pump)
I justified all the money spent. :)
4 a.m.
(chehh... macam lagu Gwen Steffani pulok doh)
Woke up at 3 to feed. Gone down to express and salvaged 4 ounces for tomorrow.
(Ingat ke dah abis pantang tak payah bangun malam dah)
Anyway, yesterday was Gartblue's birthday. Happy birthday! Called her up and guess where she was? Bandung.....! Meninggalkan empat orang anak di rumah dan pergi bershopping dengan suami tercinta.
But Ariz is fully weaned so I guess, she deserves it!
Happy birthday!
Woke up at 3 to feed. Gone down to express and salvaged 4 ounces for tomorrow.
(Ingat ke dah abis pantang tak payah bangun malam dah)
Anyway, yesterday was Gartblue's birthday. Happy birthday! Called her up and guess where she was? Bandung.....! Meninggalkan empat orang anak di rumah dan pergi bershopping dengan suami tercinta.
But Ariz is fully weaned so I guess, she deserves it!
Happy birthday!
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Go Green
Would be lovely if you guys can visit Viza's blogspot. She is the newest greener in town and very gung-ho about it. I appreciate that she is blogging in Malay, she said not many blogs of greeners are written in Malay. All the best!
Talking about green, these are the things I've started doing.
1. Stop taking plastic bags from merchant.
I roamed MidValleyMegamall and the Gardens for a whole day and had only used one plastic bag. The rest, "Tak payah plastic bag, dik" and lump every of my purchases in to the one plastic bag. Some merchants refused to do so, since they wouldn't know where to place the tag 'Paid'. I simply asked them to stick the tag on my stuffs.
2. Close the doors of an air-conditioned shops / buildings.
The larger the area of an a/c gotta work, the more eletricity it consumed. Well, yes, my company will gain more if you consume more GWh. However, more eletricity generated means a lot more flue gas is emitted to the environment which contributed to global warming. (Boring pulak aku rasa topic ni)
(Macam banyak je yang aku buat, padahal dua ni je).
That 'd be all.
Talking about green, these are the things I've started doing.
1. Stop taking plastic bags from merchant.
I roamed MidValleyMegamall and the Gardens for a whole day and had only used one plastic bag. The rest, "Tak payah plastic bag, dik" and lump every of my purchases in to the one plastic bag. Some merchants refused to do so, since they wouldn't know where to place the tag 'Paid'. I simply asked them to stick the tag on my stuffs.
2. Close the doors of an air-conditioned shops / buildings.
The larger the area of an a/c gotta work, the more eletricity it consumed. Well, yes, my company will gain more if you consume more GWh. However, more eletricity generated means a lot more flue gas is emitted to the environment which contributed to global warming. (Boring pulak aku rasa topic ni)
(Macam banyak je yang aku buat, padahal dua ni je).
That 'd be all.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Breast Feeding
This is long overdue.
I thought hard through my wee hours of waking up to feed.
Have you ever woke up from your sleep for an activity yet the loneliness surrounded you felt so real. At times you feel that your soul is ripped off from your body and your body belongs to someone else. The thought of some one else claim his or her right on your body added to your loneliness. You become not you.
A mosquitoe went by and you can't kill it with both of your hands. Instead you were trying hard to become a frog, catching the irritating and pain-in-the-a-zzzz-sound mosquitoe with one hand. You become good at it but at the times you missed catching them, you got so angry that you felt like dropping the baby and run for the Ridsect.
You have the baby in your arms, you were supposed to be making connections and bonds and whatever great and loving stuffs they were talking, but you wonder how the bond is to be established when the baby is asleep with your nipple in her mouth? What on earth is bonding when you are stuck to where you are seated, feeling so not free?
You tried to read a book or a magazine but the baby moved everytime you flipped the pages. You tried to watch TV but you can't even extend your arms for the remote to change the stupid HOUSE show they are showing.
Your back ached.
Many times, this thirst suddenly hits you. You were reminded many times before like what is in the magazines, webs or books on breastfeeding, therefore you had a bottle of water by your bedside tables. Frequently, and sadly, refilling fairies were not around and again, you feel like dropping the baby and run to the kitchen instead.
You found the miracle of expressing breast milk and storing them. Read lots of stuffs about how to do it, how long can they last and what percentage of antibodies agents remain in the milk. You expressed the milk for the others to help you feeding. But you can't move freely either with the pump! (You thought you could, silly!) Double pumping was worse. A mosquitoe (again , the stupid insect, tsk tsk begone!) landed on your nose and you were again , mad!
So why on earth (just deleted 'the hell') are you so keen about breast feeding?
Numero uno.
You realy believe it is good for the baby. That they wil grow up brilliantly, healthily. You read thru and thru the stuffs about how good they'll become if they are fully breastfed. Just to keep you going. So, the mosquitoe is nothing compared to the fruits you'll reap in years to come.
Numero dos.
You really wanna prove the the bunch of other mommies. The competition of whose baby is the longest on BREAST FEED ONLY. Yup, that competition. So this is about winning and winning is what you craved for. Fair enough.
Tres.
Fuel price hike up will be compensated with the free milk. Yadda yadda yadda.
Quarto.
You smiled everytime you think of this. Breasteeding of 800 ml in a day will consume about 500 calories. So you'll lose weight. Accordingly. Until you found out that the Big Mac Value Meal alone is about 1800 calories BUT your milk production in a day is less than 800 ml, perhaps less than 500 ml.
Again. The mosquitoes. Shit!
I thought hard through my wee hours of waking up to feed.
Have you ever woke up from your sleep for an activity yet the loneliness surrounded you felt so real. At times you feel that your soul is ripped off from your body and your body belongs to someone else. The thought of some one else claim his or her right on your body added to your loneliness. You become not you.
A mosquitoe went by and you can't kill it with both of your hands. Instead you were trying hard to become a frog, catching the irritating and pain-in-the-a-zzzz-sound mosquitoe with one hand. You become good at it but at the times you missed catching them, you got so angry that you felt like dropping the baby and run for the Ridsect.
You have the baby in your arms, you were supposed to be making connections and bonds and whatever great and loving stuffs they were talking, but you wonder how the bond is to be established when the baby is asleep with your nipple in her mouth? What on earth is bonding when you are stuck to where you are seated, feeling so not free?
You tried to read a book or a magazine but the baby moved everytime you flipped the pages. You tried to watch TV but you can't even extend your arms for the remote to change the stupid HOUSE show they are showing.
Your back ached.
Many times, this thirst suddenly hits you. You were reminded many times before like what is in the magazines, webs or books on breastfeeding, therefore you had a bottle of water by your bedside tables. Frequently, and sadly, refilling fairies were not around and again, you feel like dropping the baby and run to the kitchen instead.
You found the miracle of expressing breast milk and storing them. Read lots of stuffs about how to do it, how long can they last and what percentage of antibodies agents remain in the milk. You expressed the milk for the others to help you feeding. But you can't move freely either with the pump! (You thought you could, silly!) Double pumping was worse. A mosquitoe (again , the stupid insect, tsk tsk begone!) landed on your nose and you were again , mad!
So why on earth (just deleted 'the hell') are you so keen about breast feeding?
Numero uno.
You realy believe it is good for the baby. That they wil grow up brilliantly, healthily. You read thru and thru the stuffs about how good they'll become if they are fully breastfed. Just to keep you going. So, the mosquitoe is nothing compared to the fruits you'll reap in years to come.
Numero dos.
You really wanna prove the the bunch of other mommies. The competition of whose baby is the longest on BREAST FEED ONLY. Yup, that competition. So this is about winning and winning is what you craved for. Fair enough.
Tres.
Fuel price hike up will be compensated with the free milk. Yadda yadda yadda.
Quarto.
You smiled everytime you think of this. Breasteeding of 800 ml in a day will consume about 500 calories. So you'll lose weight. Accordingly. Until you found out that the Big Mac Value Meal alone is about 1800 calories BUT your milk production in a day is less than 800 ml, perhaps less than 500 ml.
Again. The mosquitoes. Shit!
The Office
Tomorrow is the day I'm supposed to be back at work. However, decided to take two more days leave. The thought of starting on Monday where everybody will be staring at my new waistline (ehm!), my new gorgeous hair whilst my boss will be loading me loads and loads is scary. So will start on Wednesday. The boss is okay with it. Plus the Man is asking me out (chewah!) for tomorrow, the whole day. Well, I practically pushed him to ask me out. Sort of.
However, saw Ida this morning at mamak, had my roti telur bawang and two cups of teh tarik (setelah 2 bulan 'berpuasa' kakakah), had long chats with her and laughed to bits. Then we went to the office. She had to open the door. They changed everything while I was gone. The keys to the office, to the toilets. They moved my stuffs to a new room, convert my room to a meeting room. One whole new unit has been established and lots of new people are in. Guess I am the newest! Kakakh
I was nervous.
Felt like stepping into the new world.
Kinda exciting anyway.
Ida helped me rearranging my new room.
See how I feel this Wednesday.
However, saw Ida this morning at mamak, had my roti telur bawang and two cups of teh tarik (setelah 2 bulan 'berpuasa' kakakah), had long chats with her and laughed to bits. Then we went to the office. She had to open the door. They changed everything while I was gone. The keys to the office, to the toilets. They moved my stuffs to a new room, convert my room to a meeting room. One whole new unit has been established and lots of new people are in. Guess I am the newest! Kakakh
I was nervous.
Felt like stepping into the new world.
Kinda exciting anyway.
Ida helped me rearranging my new room.
See how I feel this Wednesday.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
A Date with Ajin: Creating the New Me (kononnye lah)
What Ajin Said for Me to Remember (or what she hinted!)
1. Put on make up every morning (she practically made me promise her that): Foundation, blusher.
2. Shoes, if black must be shinny and tak ada kotor kotor (camne dia tahu kasut aku slalu berabuk ha?)
3. Cuba baik dengan orang yang tidak suka kita. (well , mady doesn't have an ex. But I guess I cud try to be nice to the kipochi new che pah, but must strategize how to be nice but still drawing a line sebab nanti aku jadi boss baru dia, nanti dia pijak kapla)
4. Hint me a lot : suruh kuruskan perut!
5. Dare to try new color (ada ka dia suruh aku try itu kuning karat! gua sangat tak berani)
6. Orang gomen nye style of dressing - i Must dare to stand out. cam kememek je muka dia bila aku still pilih the same conventional suit sama color atas bawah.
All in all, a nice day. Betul , as we go along the roads, we, friends, are growing towards different roads, tasted different spices of life, bit different heartaches, creating different memories, and of course, changes over opinion of fashion.
Glad to go out with her. She is one kind. Above all, I'm glad she 's still there, for me.
1. Put on make up every morning (she practically made me promise her that): Foundation, blusher.
2. Shoes, if black must be shinny and tak ada kotor kotor (camne dia tahu kasut aku slalu berabuk ha?)
3. Cuba baik dengan orang yang tidak suka kita. (well , mady doesn't have an ex. But I guess I cud try to be nice to the kipochi new che pah, but must strategize how to be nice but still drawing a line sebab nanti aku jadi boss baru dia, nanti dia pijak kapla)
4. Hint me a lot : suruh kuruskan perut!
5. Dare to try new color (ada ka dia suruh aku try itu kuning karat! gua sangat tak berani)
6. Orang gomen nye style of dressing - i Must dare to stand out. cam kememek je muka dia bila aku still pilih the same conventional suit sama color atas bawah.
All in all, a nice day. Betul , as we go along the roads, we, friends, are growing towards different roads, tasted different spices of life, bit different heartaches, creating different memories, and of course, changes over opinion of fashion.
Glad to go out with her. She is one kind. Above all, I'm glad she 's still there, for me.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Efficient
from: http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/110867/how_to_be_more_efficient_at_work.html
Ever have one of those days where closing time leaves you wondering how come you didn't get more done? Or has the to-do stack become three times higher than the finished one? Leaving a work day feeling like you've accomplished nothing never feels good. What should be a relaxing evening out of the office can easily turn into a few hours of worry and stress over projects you were unable to complete.
Efficiency in the workplace is important, not only to keep the company running smoothly, but to keep the individual employees feeling productive. In a typical day, a worker can waste precious minutes he or she didn't even realize they were wasting until the day comes to a close. Here are some hints to take control of your own efficiency in the office and give you that sense of accomplishment at the end of the day.
1. Separate your fun email from your work email - Even if you only take a few minutes to read joke emails and forwards that hit your inbox during the day, the time adds up. If you're work environment allows it, turn off your email completely and designate times to go through your inbox. If email is a main form of work communication, create a separate folder for all non-work related correspondence. Use your break or lunch times to go through those. By eliminating needless email reading, you'll save time to do things that pertain to your job.
2.Tackle your "frogs" - There's an old adage that says if you eat a whole frog first thing in the morning, everything else you have to do that day will seem easy. Consider big projects "frogs" and tackle them early in your day. Not only will you be able to spend the rest of the day finishing many smaller projects, but just knowing that you no longer have the big one hanging over your head will give you a lasting feeling of accomplishment and relief for the rest of the day.
3.Save the easy things for "slump time" - It seems like many workers hit an afternoon slump where the thought of a nap is much more welcoming than another dose of paperwork. If you've experienced this, you already know that it's hard to be efficient during this slump. Save smaller and easier things for this time frame. Bigger projects are only made more difficult by the fact that you're mind isn't at its most alert, so catch up on emails, make some less taxing phone calls, and stick to those tasks that don't need a lot of brainpower.
4.Cut back on socializing - Like email, visiting with co-workers can eat up a lot of time that could be used for getting things done. Leave conversation to your lunchtime. If you're the one who tends to want to talk more than others, make a concerted effort to hide yourself away until you get a good load of work done. If others are always wanting to talk to you, invest in a do not disturb sign or simply explain to them that you have a ton of work to do with the promise to chat with them later. If you find that talk of work tends to veer off on non-work related tangents, do your best to keep attention on the task at hand. By setting an example, others may follow your lead, increasing their efficiency in the workplace as well.
5.Forget about multi-tasking - In our technologically advanced society, people often think that being able to do several things at once means they're getting much more accomplished. The truth is, they're actually getting less done. Shifting your attention between a few different things can waste time not only in the changing itself but with the shifting that your mind has to do to switch gears. In fact, a constant multi-tasker may find that they are more exhausted at the end of the day than someone who focuses on one thing at a time. Keep your attention on one project. If you need to break it down, do so, then focus on each little part without moving your attention to anything else. Not only will the job seem less overwhelming, but you'll find that it takes you less time to do it, freeing up some more time to work on other things later in the day.
6.End your day with a to-do list - At the end of a long work day, the typical worker is usually too tired to focus on anything major and too short of time to begin a big project. In the last little bit of your work day, make a to-do list of things to get done tomorrow. Remember to put the tough stuff first on the list and the smaller things for later in the day when you're brain is starting to wear down. Be as detailed as you want, just don't overwhelm yourself. When you start the next workday, you'll feel more organized, more alert, and being able to cross each task off your list is going to give you a sense of accomplishment all in itself.
Though a little break to socialize here and there is fine, if you're spending more time doing other things and getting less accomplished, there's a good chance you need to work on upping your efficiency level. Give a few of these tips a try and enjoy finding out that there really may be enough hours in the day to get everything done.
Ever have one of those days where closing time leaves you wondering how come you didn't get more done? Or has the to-do stack become three times higher than the finished one? Leaving a work day feeling like you've accomplished nothing never feels good. What should be a relaxing evening out of the office can easily turn into a few hours of worry and stress over projects you were unable to complete.
Efficiency in the workplace is important, not only to keep the company running smoothly, but to keep the individual employees feeling productive. In a typical day, a worker can waste precious minutes he or she didn't even realize they were wasting until the day comes to a close. Here are some hints to take control of your own efficiency in the office and give you that sense of accomplishment at the end of the day.
1. Separate your fun email from your work email - Even if you only take a few minutes to read joke emails and forwards that hit your inbox during the day, the time adds up. If you're work environment allows it, turn off your email completely and designate times to go through your inbox. If email is a main form of work communication, create a separate folder for all non-work related correspondence. Use your break or lunch times to go through those. By eliminating needless email reading, you'll save time to do things that pertain to your job.
2.Tackle your "frogs" - There's an old adage that says if you eat a whole frog first thing in the morning, everything else you have to do that day will seem easy. Consider big projects "frogs" and tackle them early in your day. Not only will you be able to spend the rest of the day finishing many smaller projects, but just knowing that you no longer have the big one hanging over your head will give you a lasting feeling of accomplishment and relief for the rest of the day.
3.Save the easy things for "slump time" - It seems like many workers hit an afternoon slump where the thought of a nap is much more welcoming than another dose of paperwork. If you've experienced this, you already know that it's hard to be efficient during this slump. Save smaller and easier things for this time frame. Bigger projects are only made more difficult by the fact that you're mind isn't at its most alert, so catch up on emails, make some less taxing phone calls, and stick to those tasks that don't need a lot of brainpower.
4.Cut back on socializing - Like email, visiting with co-workers can eat up a lot of time that could be used for getting things done. Leave conversation to your lunchtime. If you're the one who tends to want to talk more than others, make a concerted effort to hide yourself away until you get a good load of work done. If others are always wanting to talk to you, invest in a do not disturb sign or simply explain to them that you have a ton of work to do with the promise to chat with them later. If you find that talk of work tends to veer off on non-work related tangents, do your best to keep attention on the task at hand. By setting an example, others may follow your lead, increasing their efficiency in the workplace as well.
5.Forget about multi-tasking - In our technologically advanced society, people often think that being able to do several things at once means they're getting much more accomplished. The truth is, they're actually getting less done. Shifting your attention between a few different things can waste time not only in the changing itself but with the shifting that your mind has to do to switch gears. In fact, a constant multi-tasker may find that they are more exhausted at the end of the day than someone who focuses on one thing at a time. Keep your attention on one project. If you need to break it down, do so, then focus on each little part without moving your attention to anything else. Not only will the job seem less overwhelming, but you'll find that it takes you less time to do it, freeing up some more time to work on other things later in the day.
6.End your day with a to-do list - At the end of a long work day, the typical worker is usually too tired to focus on anything major and too short of time to begin a big project. In the last little bit of your work day, make a to-do list of things to get done tomorrow. Remember to put the tough stuff first on the list and the smaller things for later in the day when you're brain is starting to wear down. Be as detailed as you want, just don't overwhelm yourself. When you start the next workday, you'll feel more organized, more alert, and being able to cross each task off your list is going to give you a sense of accomplishment all in itself.
Though a little break to socialize here and there is fine, if you're spending more time doing other things and getting less accomplished, there's a good chance you need to work on upping your efficiency level. Give a few of these tips a try and enjoy finding out that there really may be enough hours in the day to get everything done.
Less than 10 Days
I'll be back to work in less than 10 days... :(
So, these are the xtivities listed
Friday 20 June:
Go do hair with Grace Salon (new hairstylist, aparently she does Nasha Aziz' Hair) at BSC.
Appointment made.
Have ararnged for a babysitter to watch the maid. (The Man, who else?)
Have expressed enough milk for Anna.
Satuday 21 June:
Go KLCC with Reen.
To shop at M.A.C. ( I deserve new foundation. Kulit putih sikit maaa.. duduk rumah 60 hari)
To buy one pair of nice creamy white pants.
So, these are the xtivities listed
Friday 20 June:
Go do hair with Grace Salon (new hairstylist, aparently she does Nasha Aziz' Hair) at BSC.
Appointment made.
Have ararnged for a babysitter to watch the maid. (The Man, who else?)
Have expressed enough milk for Anna.
Satuday 21 June:
Go KLCC with Reen.
To shop at M.A.C. ( I deserve new foundation. Kulit putih sikit maaa.. duduk rumah 60 hari)
To buy one pair of nice creamy white pants.
The Boss
The boss had started copying me emails.
(Macammana dia tahu aku liat nak naik kerja ni ye..?)
I know I was so GungHo before the vacation. That I was afraid no one is there to help him. That I was feeling sinful things are not completed before I go.
However, after six months in peaceful rest, I started to feel that maybe:
1. He doesn't need me at all.
2. Therefore the work doesn't need me.
3. That the world still goes round without me.
4. That perhaps I am no longer matter.
Damn.
Feeling that I MATTER is what keeping me there.
(aku post natal blues ke?)
(Macammana dia tahu aku liat nak naik kerja ni ye..?)
I know I was so GungHo before the vacation. That I was afraid no one is there to help him. That I was feeling sinful things are not completed before I go.
However, after six months in peaceful rest, I started to feel that maybe:
1. He doesn't need me at all.
2. Therefore the work doesn't need me.
3. That the world still goes round without me.
4. That perhaps I am no longer matter.
Damn.
Feeling that I MATTER is what keeping me there.
(aku post natal blues ke?)
Monday, June 16, 2008
Fuel Price Hike Up
On a more serious note, (which made me regret spending RM300 at IKEA), I've been wanting to blog on the fuel price hike up.
Everybody knows we can't subsidize the fuel anymore. Watching the commodities closely for the past four years, I know that it is absurd that we are paying so low for the fuel while the other countries are suffering much.
What made me mad is nothing has been done to hamper the high cost for the rakyat. The government knows that for the past four years, in fact, since the Gulf War had started, the fuel price will hike up. What they have been doing is subsidizing it so that they won't lose so bad in the last election (tapi kalah jugak). When they can't no longer afford it, what they do is increasing it little by little.
Not telling the truth, or rather not facing the truth, will always backfire.
If Malaysian government was brave enough to face the truth, they would have buck up the transportation system, encourage more on non-fuel vehicles and other initiatives that people could use years ago. If these were done earlier, much earlier, people won't be suffering this bad.
And now, after a few weeks of announcing the hike up, I still DON'T SEE the real initiatives coming from the government. They still want to 'look good' by telling people that 'let's face it together'. Governemtn servant will be getting their monthly cheque splitted into two cheques which will only encourage them to spend instead of saving. Aku sungguh tidak faham.
None has been said about bucking up the public transportation. Could KL get as good as Sydney, where the routine buses came every 20 minutes during non peak hours and 10 during peak time?
Forget train. That will take up years. Dah terlambat kalau nak buat train lagi, yang subang jaya tu pun aku tengok tak siap siap lagi.
Buck up your buses routes.
Increase parking fees around busy areas so that people will take bus.
Encourage university students to use bike (BASIKAL, GEREK, SPEDA) by banning motorbikes and cars. I always feel that our local univ students are more luxurious that the overseas'. Omputeh dulu asyik kayuh basikal je gi class, kete tinggal rumah. Ini budak budak uni kita, ini lah masa nak cari awek kalau ada kereta.
Increase parking lots around train station. Or better still, increase (about 500%) the buses routes to the train station.
(I still regret that RM300 spent at IKEA. Should've spent that much on hair treatment instead)
Everybody knows we can't subsidize the fuel anymore. Watching the commodities closely for the past four years, I know that it is absurd that we are paying so low for the fuel while the other countries are suffering much.
What made me mad is nothing has been done to hamper the high cost for the rakyat. The government knows that for the past four years, in fact, since the Gulf War had started, the fuel price will hike up. What they have been doing is subsidizing it so that they won't lose so bad in the last election (tapi kalah jugak). When they can't no longer afford it, what they do is increasing it little by little.
Not telling the truth, or rather not facing the truth, will always backfire.
If Malaysian government was brave enough to face the truth, they would have buck up the transportation system, encourage more on non-fuel vehicles and other initiatives that people could use years ago. If these were done earlier, much earlier, people won't be suffering this bad.
And now, after a few weeks of announcing the hike up, I still DON'T SEE the real initiatives coming from the government. They still want to 'look good' by telling people that 'let's face it together'. Governemtn servant will be getting their monthly cheque splitted into two cheques which will only encourage them to spend instead of saving. Aku sungguh tidak faham.
None has been said about bucking up the public transportation. Could KL get as good as Sydney, where the routine buses came every 20 minutes during non peak hours and 10 during peak time?
Forget train. That will take up years. Dah terlambat kalau nak buat train lagi, yang subang jaya tu pun aku tengok tak siap siap lagi.
Buck up your buses routes.
Increase parking fees around busy areas so that people will take bus.
Encourage university students to use bike (BASIKAL, GEREK, SPEDA) by banning motorbikes and cars. I always feel that our local univ students are more luxurious that the overseas'. Omputeh dulu asyik kayuh basikal je gi class, kete tinggal rumah. Ini budak budak uni kita, ini lah masa nak cari awek kalau ada kereta.
Increase parking lots around train station. Or better still, increase (about 500%) the buses routes to the train station.
(I still regret that RM300 spent at IKEA. Should've spent that much on hair treatment instead)
Cincau
And Salman, I can now drink the air cincau tu!!
Tak payah nak buat gua jeles... Eish.. kawan macam ni pun ada ka...?!?!?!
Tak payah nak buat gua jeles... Eish.. kawan macam ni pun ada ka...?!?!?!
The 44 Days is Over!!
Seronok tak terkata! I am over my head!
So on the 45th day, we went to IKEA. I spent on unnecessary little things that cost near RM300. (kegedush!). Little things like green light mugs that I always eye on but never get to buy because the Man said , what for?
Then little pie dish that I think is cool to serve single pie to one person, like when Murali (who doesn't take beef) came and I made beef pie for everyone, I have to do extra chicken pie for him and he had to eat a lot more than he needs.
Then Azeuchry's train rail extension because I think he's getting bored with the number eight, or rather Mommy is boring going around the circle of number eight. Then CD cover for the Man because he had stacked about knee high of our CDs down the floor.
Little colorful plastic spoons, forks and knives and also the little colorful plastic glasses for Azeuchry which I always wanted to grab but the Man always said, what for?
The Five ringgit wall clock that i think will be broken soon but I am buying that to teach my Son on time management.
Little baskets that can be hung next to the changing table so that I don't have to bend taking wipes and nappies underneath the tables which can deteriorate my spine (eventhough I never change the little baby's diaper . The Man or the maid always get to that)
And that all costs near RM300.
:(
All in all, it is still a good celebration. Retail theraaphy is blissful.
So on the 45th day, we went to IKEA. I spent on unnecessary little things that cost near RM300. (kegedush!). Little things like green light mugs that I always eye on but never get to buy because the Man said , what for?
Then little pie dish that I think is cool to serve single pie to one person, like when Murali (who doesn't take beef) came and I made beef pie for everyone, I have to do extra chicken pie for him and he had to eat a lot more than he needs.
Then Azeuchry's train rail extension because I think he's getting bored with the number eight, or rather Mommy is boring going around the circle of number eight. Then CD cover for the Man because he had stacked about knee high of our CDs down the floor.
Little colorful plastic spoons, forks and knives and also the little colorful plastic glasses for Azeuchry which I always wanted to grab but the Man always said, what for?
The Five ringgit wall clock that i think will be broken soon but I am buying that to teach my Son on time management.
Little baskets that can be hung next to the changing table so that I don't have to bend taking wipes and nappies underneath the tables which can deteriorate my spine (eventhough I never change the little baby's diaper . The Man or the maid always get to that)
And that all costs near RM300.
:(
All in all, it is still a good celebration. Retail theraaphy is blissful.
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