Okay.. it's me, again.
I have not been updating you guys. Guess was afraid that my pregnancy story is boring. But, it's not just about the pregnancy for now. Work has been hectic (so you'll say that hey my work has always been hectic). But it is super duper hectic now since I have about hmmm 8 more draft contracts to be negotiated, finalized and signed. Can't let Ida does that.
So , have I written about the GM is proposing Ida to cover me up when I go for my two months leave?
He said it'll boost up her confidence. That she is berkebolehan. That I have to trust in my colleague.
However, tell me, how can I trust someone to do my job if she herself can't differentiate from which contract is she executing the shipment ? If she herself can't be sure that she's taking the price correctly? If she herself can't count how many contracts are there in her basket?
I let her do the basket price calculation the other day. She just couldn't. Well, she sat on it, shall I say. It would be very simple for her if she would have tracked down all the contracts she have in hands since the beginning.
She is a friend.
But I just couldn't wait for the new guys to come and she can easily walk out from the Team.
I really hope Baie is right. I really hope Ida won't walk out on him when he needed help most.
Baie made the choice, anyway, why should I care huh?
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Update
So update of mine:
1. I have not received my Pink Note Book from DELL. It had been two weeks they got my cheque and they said the part is not here yet.
2. I went to see the CEO for the second time last week and My No. 2 was not around. My No. 1, like always, fooled himself again. He simply pulled out graphs from my notebook when the CEO asked about the stock and not being able to explain the situation clearly to him later. Duhh! Apasal la bodoh sangat boss aku ni. Kot ye pun, study le dulu ape ke bende nye yang kau nak tunjuk tuu.... He came out from the room and said, 'I said exactly the same thing that you said but CEO doesn't believe me...! Why is he picking on me?". Urghh... I almost answered, because of your pea-sized brain, idiot.
3.I received four new younglings at work. Baie has implied that I should be training them, that he doesn't wanna have anything to do with them.
4. Baie is promoting my ex-boss and Ida. I told him that it is his choice and he should know who has stood by him during the crisis, who had walked out and who had acted that there's nothing to worry about. I told him to be aware since I 'll be leaving him for two months and he is to face consequence if these two are not performing.
5. Turned out to be my ex-boss did perform when Baie is not around! He prepared the slides himself, led the negotiation and went to see the CEO for the approval. Fair enough. Baie laughed around saying that today he feels that Sihin does earn his seniormanagership. I said you are happy because you have proven yourself right. So, I swept the dust under the carpet, hoping hard that Sihin won't fail Baie when I am not around.
So 5 updates about work.
I can't wait to go for my delivery and two months leave. BUT, what will happen at work scared me.
1. I have not received my Pink Note Book from DELL. It had been two weeks they got my cheque and they said the part is not here yet.
2. I went to see the CEO for the second time last week and My No. 2 was not around. My No. 1, like always, fooled himself again. He simply pulled out graphs from my notebook when the CEO asked about the stock and not being able to explain the situation clearly to him later. Duhh! Apasal la bodoh sangat boss aku ni. Kot ye pun, study le dulu ape ke bende nye yang kau nak tunjuk tuu.... He came out from the room and said, 'I said exactly the same thing that you said but CEO doesn't believe me...! Why is he picking on me?". Urghh... I almost answered, because of your pea-sized brain, idiot.
3.I received four new younglings at work. Baie has implied that I should be training them, that he doesn't wanna have anything to do with them.
4. Baie is promoting my ex-boss and Ida. I told him that it is his choice and he should know who has stood by him during the crisis, who had walked out and who had acted that there's nothing to worry about. I told him to be aware since I 'll be leaving him for two months and he is to face consequence if these two are not performing.
5. Turned out to be my ex-boss did perform when Baie is not around! He prepared the slides himself, led the negotiation and went to see the CEO for the approval. Fair enough. Baie laughed around saying that today he feels that Sihin does earn his seniormanagership. I said you are happy because you have proven yourself right. So, I swept the dust under the carpet, hoping hard that Sihin won't fail Baie when I am not around.
So 5 updates about work.
I can't wait to go for my delivery and two months leave. BUT, what will happen at work scared me.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Update
Tot I owed u guys some updates of my life.
1. Abt two weeks ago, the Number 1, dragging No. 2, went to London and a crisis happened. So, during the CEO Update which No. 1 and No. 2 went weekly (well, No. 1 just kinda tag a long, it was No. 2 who took the heat and all), guess who went to take up the heat? Me! It was my first encounter with the CEO, who fired like machine gun. I knew the firing would come, prayed a lot that I won't break down and cry. Dah nak kena fire, nak buat camne. BUt the most important thing is, he approved whatever mitigation plan I put forth on the table. So that's kinda satisfying!
2. We went for check up to see the baby inside my womb. Yup. It's still a girl.
3. I got my Man a pair of Calvin Klein Jeans (which I never had one since the last two I bought cheap at Louisville Factory Outlet Store torn) and a shirt. He liked it!
4. We celebrated the Man's birthday (on Feb 4th) at his mother's place. (But of course, we met at home for me to give his birthday present and his birthday rompy-pompy session.... Yay!.. wife rulez). I bought Secret Recipe Choc Mud Cake (which I paid using Mastercard because the long line at ATM Machine near Midvalley and haven't paid, together with my lunch) and Mama had some lamb chop.
5. Right away after the celebration, I threw up twice at Mama's, and a few more times at home. I saw my breakfast inside the bowl, and everything I ate between morning to night. Was it gastric? Food poisoning? Overloading my own tummy?
6. Two weeks after, the same thing happen. I dragged the little boy's little chair into the toilet, practically putting my face into the toilet bowl until I saw my breakfast inside the bowl. Yuck!
7. The Man seriously and adamantly feel that the two series of face-inside-the-toilet-bowl is due to the carbonated drink. I think he is just jealous because his tummy can never take fizzy drink.
8. Still on celebration, we didn't celebrate Feb 14th. I silently felt good, thanking the numerous email we received through out the years on how Feb 14th was not supposed to be celebrated due to religious reason, that my Credit Limit is still below my alarming limit, after the bomb spent on CK Jeans. And Secret Recipe Choc Mud Cake.
9. Did I tell the last scan still shows that it's a girl?
1. Abt two weeks ago, the Number 1, dragging No. 2, went to London and a crisis happened. So, during the CEO Update which No. 1 and No. 2 went weekly (well, No. 1 just kinda tag a long, it was No. 2 who took the heat and all), guess who went to take up the heat? Me! It was my first encounter with the CEO, who fired like machine gun. I knew the firing would come, prayed a lot that I won't break down and cry. Dah nak kena fire, nak buat camne. BUt the most important thing is, he approved whatever mitigation plan I put forth on the table. So that's kinda satisfying!
2. We went for check up to see the baby inside my womb. Yup. It's still a girl.
3. I got my Man a pair of Calvin Klein Jeans (which I never had one since the last two I bought cheap at Louisville Factory Outlet Store torn) and a shirt. He liked it!
4. We celebrated the Man's birthday (on Feb 4th) at his mother's place. (But of course, we met at home for me to give his birthday present and his birthday rompy-pompy session.... Yay!.. wife rulez). I bought Secret Recipe Choc Mud Cake (which I paid using Mastercard because the long line at ATM Machine near Midvalley and haven't paid, together with my lunch) and Mama had some lamb chop.
5. Right away after the celebration, I threw up twice at Mama's, and a few more times at home. I saw my breakfast inside the bowl, and everything I ate between morning to night. Was it gastric? Food poisoning? Overloading my own tummy?
6. Two weeks after, the same thing happen. I dragged the little boy's little chair into the toilet, practically putting my face into the toilet bowl until I saw my breakfast inside the bowl. Yuck!
7. The Man seriously and adamantly feel that the two series of face-inside-the-toilet-bowl is due to the carbonated drink. I think he is just jealous because his tummy can never take fizzy drink.
8. Still on celebration, we didn't celebrate Feb 14th. I silently felt good, thanking the numerous email we received through out the years on how Feb 14th was not supposed to be celebrated due to religious reason, that my Credit Limit is still below my alarming limit, after the bomb spent on CK Jeans. And Secret Recipe Choc Mud Cake.
9. Did I tell the last scan still shows that it's a girl?
Friday, February 08, 2008
Four Days, Fooh That's A Long Break!
We got Thurs and Fri off for the Chinese New Year (CNY) Celebration. We took off back to my hometown last weekend, so I thought we could go and roam the town during the four days break.
However, nicely, the Man had decided to play Badminton on the morning of the first day and his ankle decided to sprain itself.
There goes our four days break.
However, nicely, the Man had decided to play Badminton on the morning of the first day and his ankle decided to sprain itself.
There goes our four days break.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Updates
Last Thursday
We finally settled down all the Slides for the tomorrow's CEO briefing. The Man (my beloved Man) came to fetch me, only found out that he has to send me back to office to get all the Papers done.
Last Friday
Five minutes before the MD the Stupid Cow (My Man will kill me for swearing) went into the CEo room, he called up a few of us scolding that the presentation was not according to what he wanted. Hello!!! If you would have checked the presentation earlier, instead of early in the morning before the meeting, you would have been prepared. Idiot!
He came back from the meeting, lecturing us about how everyone shall start communicate to each other and tell each other that all Papers must be written using Arial 10. Duh! I really thought it was something to do with the contents or figures or graphs or something.
Baie was not back that quickly.
Last Saturday
I decided to still call him the Stupid Cow. Went to watch semifinals of Malaysian Open and witnessed Lee Chong Wei won. Great Kiddo was having fever, we dragged him to the stadium anyways and had to entertain him outside the stadium a few times. He, being cranky, said exactly the opposite of what we're saying, that plus cheering. We said, "maalysia boleh!" and he screamed "Malaysia tak boleh!". I dared not look around, people will be saying what kind of parents we were.
Last Sunday.
Stayed home. Watched finals and LCW won again. Started fever. Drank barley drink so that it'll cool me off.
Last Monday.
Two meetings that I had to attend going on at the same time. I had to go in the Supplier's meeting since I've not concluded anything for the new contracts awarded. Then the Customer's meeting, no other managers attended too, at last Ida had to drag Puru in. Ida was putting long big face, pretending that the world should know that her meeting was ignored. Typical! I asked her whether she wanted me in, she said, 'tak pe, tak penting pun customer meeting ni'. There you are, served you right. Ingat orang tahu ke apa dalam kepala hotak kau. Tell people what you really feel la, instead of keeping revenge afterwards. Geram betul aku ngan orang yang pretend that she in nobody but actually craving for attention ni. Kebudak-budakan!
It was a big day for Baie, the GM(O) interview was on so I really don't wanna bother him eventhough I was so itchy of knowing what really happened in the CEO's room.
I prayed hard that the Stupid Cow won't offend Baie in the interview.
Flu was really bad. I had difficulty breathing. Settled everything at four, drove back, went back to the clinic and got my ventolin nebulizer. Took flu medicine, slept until 6, woke up and called Baie to ask how the interview went.
Last Tuesday.
Ida (who is seated in front of me) kept making remarks the whole day about how unimportant she feels. She made remarks as though I was not even her friends anymore, as though I don't have a heart to get hurt. I held my patience, plus the Stupid Cow was demanding attention, too. He asked everybody to sit down with him to go through the last Board Meeting' minutes. Stupid! At the end, I asked everybody to fill up the spreadsheet, and I patiently sat with him going through the details to prepare himself for the Board Meeting. Ini ka orang yang dapat gaji beriban riban banyak dari aku? Nak baca minutes pun malas!
Then, LiKwoTei was pronounced as the Manager (Logistics) Ida had to report to. She walked off from the office as soon as the news leak. Everytime there 's a problem, you'll walk out. Walaupun kadangkadang I was in need of your work to be completed.
Then the smses started coming in. "you are in coal, you don't know how i feel being in logistics. Ignored all the time. bla bla bla". Hello! First , sicne when these two are separated functionally (since LiKwoTei came in). Second, I was in logistics for seven bloody years!
Aku malas nak cakap ngan orang yang pikir the world revolves around her whenever she had problem. I punched out the card for her anyway. Karang punch card tak punch out, dapat internal query pulak. Walked out from the office around 8 at night.
I ended yesterday, walking out at the park with the Great Kiddo with the big moon showing his face. A bliss! The Man cancelled his bowling and I felt so great seeing his face back home. So many things wanted to be pouredm, but all choked inside and I just could say, "I'm glad to see you home, today", repeatedly.
I really did.
Today. Wednesday. The Thaipusam.
Finally checked out the new restaurant called the Rain for dinner. Food was great, ambience was calm. Most importantly, I did have time talking to the Man about what happened at work.
Tomorrow.
Working day, lots to prepare, Board Meeting in the afternoon, Customer meeting in the morning.
Decided not to call MD Stupid Cow anymore. Few days is enough.
Decided to not interfere with Ida's business anymore. And not to be bothered with her whines and cries. She is too much pampered. At that age, at that position, she should be taking a lot more pressure.
Decided not to be the one who tegur Ida, anyway. Biar orang lain tegur, or biar ada satu event that make her realize that she needs to grow up. It'll be a tough lesson for her, but a lesson that she will never forget. If there is no lesson learnt, then too bad fo rher.
Decided to be her listening friend anyway. Listening I'll do, advicing I'll do not.
Tomorrow is a better day.
A lot more tasks will get accomplished.
A pink Notebook by Dell is coming.
We finally settled down all the Slides for the tomorrow's CEO briefing. The Man (my beloved Man) came to fetch me, only found out that he has to send me back to office to get all the Papers done.
Last Friday
Five minutes before the MD the Stupid Cow (My Man will kill me for swearing) went into the CEo room, he called up a few of us scolding that the presentation was not according to what he wanted. Hello!!! If you would have checked the presentation earlier, instead of early in the morning before the meeting, you would have been prepared. Idiot!
He came back from the meeting, lecturing us about how everyone shall start communicate to each other and tell each other that all Papers must be written using Arial 10. Duh! I really thought it was something to do with the contents or figures or graphs or something.
Baie was not back that quickly.
Last Saturday
I decided to still call him the Stupid Cow. Went to watch semifinals of Malaysian Open and witnessed Lee Chong Wei won. Great Kiddo was having fever, we dragged him to the stadium anyways and had to entertain him outside the stadium a few times. He, being cranky, said exactly the opposite of what we're saying, that plus cheering. We said, "maalysia boleh!" and he screamed "Malaysia tak boleh!". I dared not look around, people will be saying what kind of parents we were.
Last Sunday.
Stayed home. Watched finals and LCW won again. Started fever. Drank barley drink so that it'll cool me off.
Last Monday.
Two meetings that I had to attend going on at the same time. I had to go in the Supplier's meeting since I've not concluded anything for the new contracts awarded. Then the Customer's meeting, no other managers attended too, at last Ida had to drag Puru in. Ida was putting long big face, pretending that the world should know that her meeting was ignored. Typical! I asked her whether she wanted me in, she said, 'tak pe, tak penting pun customer meeting ni'. There you are, served you right. Ingat orang tahu ke apa dalam kepala hotak kau. Tell people what you really feel la, instead of keeping revenge afterwards. Geram betul aku ngan orang yang pretend that she in nobody but actually craving for attention ni. Kebudak-budakan!
It was a big day for Baie, the GM(O) interview was on so I really don't wanna bother him eventhough I was so itchy of knowing what really happened in the CEO's room.
I prayed hard that the Stupid Cow won't offend Baie in the interview.
Flu was really bad. I had difficulty breathing. Settled everything at four, drove back, went back to the clinic and got my ventolin nebulizer. Took flu medicine, slept until 6, woke up and called Baie to ask how the interview went.
Last Tuesday.
Ida (who is seated in front of me) kept making remarks the whole day about how unimportant she feels. She made remarks as though I was not even her friends anymore, as though I don't have a heart to get hurt. I held my patience, plus the Stupid Cow was demanding attention, too. He asked everybody to sit down with him to go through the last Board Meeting' minutes. Stupid! At the end, I asked everybody to fill up the spreadsheet, and I patiently sat with him going through the details to prepare himself for the Board Meeting. Ini ka orang yang dapat gaji beriban riban banyak dari aku? Nak baca minutes pun malas!
Then, LiKwoTei was pronounced as the Manager (Logistics) Ida had to report to. She walked off from the office as soon as the news leak. Everytime there 's a problem, you'll walk out. Walaupun kadangkadang I was in need of your work to be completed.
Then the smses started coming in. "you are in coal, you don't know how i feel being in logistics. Ignored all the time. bla bla bla". Hello! First , sicne when these two are separated functionally (since LiKwoTei came in). Second, I was in logistics for seven bloody years!
Aku malas nak cakap ngan orang yang pikir the world revolves around her whenever she had problem. I punched out the card for her anyway. Karang punch card tak punch out, dapat internal query pulak. Walked out from the office around 8 at night.
I ended yesterday, walking out at the park with the Great Kiddo with the big moon showing his face. A bliss! The Man cancelled his bowling and I felt so great seeing his face back home. So many things wanted to be pouredm, but all choked inside and I just could say, "I'm glad to see you home, today", repeatedly.
I really did.
Today. Wednesday. The Thaipusam.
Finally checked out the new restaurant called the Rain for dinner. Food was great, ambience was calm. Most importantly, I did have time talking to the Man about what happened at work.
Tomorrow.
Working day, lots to prepare, Board Meeting in the afternoon, Customer meeting in the morning.
Decided not to call MD Stupid Cow anymore. Few days is enough.
Decided to not interfere with Ida's business anymore. And not to be bothered with her whines and cries. She is too much pampered. At that age, at that position, she should be taking a lot more pressure.
Decided not to be the one who tegur Ida, anyway. Biar orang lain tegur, or biar ada satu event that make her realize that she needs to grow up. It'll be a tough lesson for her, but a lesson that she will never forget. If there is no lesson learnt, then too bad fo rher.
Decided to be her listening friend anyway. Listening I'll do, advicing I'll do not.
Tomorrow is a better day.
A lot more tasks will get accomplished.
A pink Notebook by Dell is coming.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Counting My Blessings
I should do this more often.
1. I am so thankful that my youngest sister, who was so adamant to launch herself into the career world before without a proper degree, is finally settled down in a public university, further from KL, further from all these attraction. Hope it's gonna be good for her.
2. I am glad that my tummy is finally showing now.
3. I am enjoying my new work, the new challenge. It keeps me busy. It made me important.
4. My new white MyVi is so cute. It's even cuter when I am in it.
5. So I gotta wake up at 6ish and drive away by 6:30, but it's okay. So many new thoughts came in early wee dawn hours.
6. The great Kiddo is constantly nagging me for attention. Which drives me mad most of the time, but it made me important.
7. My immediate boss is constantly reminding me to take it slow for now, for I am pregnant.
8. The Man took me out for a movie , supposed to be an anniversary date, we watched the Enchanted.
9. Oh oh oh.. you guys, my 5th wedding anniversary is a.... *drum roll* Tag Hauer!!!!
Guess I have a lot to thank for!
1. I am so thankful that my youngest sister, who was so adamant to launch herself into the career world before without a proper degree, is finally settled down in a public university, further from KL, further from all these attraction. Hope it's gonna be good for her.
2. I am glad that my tummy is finally showing now.
3. I am enjoying my new work, the new challenge. It keeps me busy. It made me important.
4. My new white MyVi is so cute. It's even cuter when I am in it.
5. So I gotta wake up at 6ish and drive away by 6:30, but it's okay. So many new thoughts came in early wee dawn hours.
6. The great Kiddo is constantly nagging me for attention. Which drives me mad most of the time, but it made me important.
7. My immediate boss is constantly reminding me to take it slow for now, for I am pregnant.
8. The Man took me out for a movie , supposed to be an anniversary date, we watched the Enchanted.
9. Oh oh oh.. you guys, my 5th wedding anniversary is a.... *drum roll* Tag Hauer!!!!
Guess I have a lot to thank for!
It's A ....
The Man and I had made a pact to let the gender of our second one a secret. I mean, how many times can you do that in a life time, if you want to have two pregnancies? I thought it'd look cool to look surprise when the baby come out and the doctor finally announced that to us.
Secretly, having a complete pair would be nice. But I would love them anyway if both are boys. Like I always said, as long as it is healthy and perfect, it'd be more than enough.
When three of us, The Man, me and the Great Kiddo went to Dr Delaila for our fifth-month check up (which is actually the second check up), we were very silent when she started peeking into the monitor. With the Great Kiddo inside me four years ago, she didn't bother to ask whether we would like to know the sex, instead she just blurted out, there are the scrotum, it's a boy!
As pesimist as she was before, she went down from the head. 'This is the line that divides the left and right hemisphere of the brain. No sign of extra fluid, meaning not a down syndrome baby".
She went down "this is the shoulder, no sign of hunchback". "This is the back bone, again no sign of hunchback. Looks like a tall baby".
She further went, "The four chamber of the heart... bla bla.. the lung.. the kidney... "
I was silent. Didn't dare looking at the Man. Knowing that she'll go further down.
"This is the pelvic bone, symmetrical, no sign of down syndrome". Again, what's up with her and the down syndrome thing? I go myself focused, again.
Held my breath hard. Cause I knew it was coming.
Then, that's it.
"You know what's that between the pelvic bone?".
I sillyly said, "It's a boy?". I avoided the Man's gaze.
"No", she laughed. "It's flat. It's a girl".
So, we both knew. I looked at the Man and mouthed, "It's a girl".
He didn't look surprise. But he always has that stoic face, anyways.
There.
We both know, for now.
*smile*
Welcome, Anna Zahara, Mommy can't wait to see you.
Secretly, having a complete pair would be nice. But I would love them anyway if both are boys. Like I always said, as long as it is healthy and perfect, it'd be more than enough.
When three of us, The Man, me and the Great Kiddo went to Dr Delaila for our fifth-month check up (which is actually the second check up), we were very silent when she started peeking into the monitor. With the Great Kiddo inside me four years ago, she didn't bother to ask whether we would like to know the sex, instead she just blurted out, there are the scrotum, it's a boy!
As pesimist as she was before, she went down from the head. 'This is the line that divides the left and right hemisphere of the brain. No sign of extra fluid, meaning not a down syndrome baby".
She went down "this is the shoulder, no sign of hunchback". "This is the back bone, again no sign of hunchback. Looks like a tall baby".
She further went, "The four chamber of the heart... bla bla.. the lung.. the kidney... "
I was silent. Didn't dare looking at the Man. Knowing that she'll go further down.
"This is the pelvic bone, symmetrical, no sign of down syndrome". Again, what's up with her and the down syndrome thing? I go myself focused, again.
Held my breath hard. Cause I knew it was coming.
Then, that's it.
"You know what's that between the pelvic bone?".
I sillyly said, "It's a boy?". I avoided the Man's gaze.
"No", she laughed. "It's flat. It's a girl".
So, we both knew. I looked at the Man and mouthed, "It's a girl".
He didn't look surprise. But he always has that stoic face, anyways.
There.
We both know, for now.
*smile*
Welcome, Anna Zahara, Mommy can't wait to see you.
Too Late for A Nieeeeeewww Year
So the new year went by without me watching the concert, without me watching the fireworks (I was about to type firecrackers, shows how have i been forgetting how big a new year fireworks are), most importantly without me sitting back to view my 'what was working and what was not for 2007', and what's the next 12 months gonna be.
*sigh*
Mental note: To book a hotel room with city view on 31 Dec 2008 to view the firework.
The new job came with super duper extra responsibilities and much much lesser time to even think on what's gonna happen next. I used to enjoy the time during the weekly staff meeting mulling over my To-Do list and strategize on accomplishing them. But for now, I didn't even have time to list down my To-Dos.
Which is bad.
Which has made me feel not in control.
I however get a few things done:
1. I managed to open the Amanah Saham Didik account for the Great Kiddo.
2. I opened up the Yippie Account for him too. The beauty of it is I can maybank2u money to him at any time I like, then when there are enough units opened at Amanah Saham Didik, I can easily go to any maybank to transfer the money to there.
3. Fund a few hundreds for my sister who just got rolled into a public university, I also helped her doing all the medical check up things.
4. Funded my parents for their yearly shopping. Okay, it's not like I funded them for the whole vacation, but it made me feel good.
5. I managed to revamp the whole new tendering process.
6. Finishing up the fuel committee for tbp.
Happy New Year to me.
(I know it's late).
*sigh*
*sigh*
Mental note: To book a hotel room with city view on 31 Dec 2008 to view the firework.
The new job came with super duper extra responsibilities and much much lesser time to even think on what's gonna happen next. I used to enjoy the time during the weekly staff meeting mulling over my To-Do list and strategize on accomplishing them. But for now, I didn't even have time to list down my To-Dos.
Which is bad.
Which has made me feel not in control.
I however get a few things done:
1. I managed to open the Amanah Saham Didik account for the Great Kiddo.
2. I opened up the Yippie Account for him too. The beauty of it is I can maybank2u money to him at any time I like, then when there are enough units opened at Amanah Saham Didik, I can easily go to any maybank to transfer the money to there.
3. Fund a few hundreds for my sister who just got rolled into a public university, I also helped her doing all the medical check up things.
4. Funded my parents for their yearly shopping. Okay, it's not like I funded them for the whole vacation, but it made me feel good.
5. I managed to revamp the whole new tendering process.
6. Finishing up the fuel committee for tbp.
Happy New Year to me.
(I know it's late).
*sigh*
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Yesterday
It is a bliss that both bosess are away, I could blog, blog , blog!
I went to SJMC to see an ENT specialist who took out a large clump of fungal-do inside my right ear. I was glad when I was pronounced 'not deaf', decided to celebrate it and went to Subang Parade, alone, determining to do things for my son, instead of for myself.
So I decided to check up Tumble Tots. Found out they do a few classes. Quite pricey, I calculated, around RM50 per class. Classes are more like phonic reading and gym toddling. I was looking for more things like drawing, coloring, craft. Decided to check out the drawing class I saw in One Utama new wing. (Have you guys seen one?)
After I have completed my motherly obligation, decided to roam for one pair of comfortable pants, since my waist line is dissapearing ( I am by now have finished my fourth month of pregnancy). Just one pair and my belly won't feel so tight when I drive. Just a little pair.
So hopped into Modern Mom, paid for two blouses, one jeans and one pair of black pants. That is around RM400! When I was sitting recording things into my CashOrganizer the Man had just re-installed to my pda-phone, I casually asked whether they have cardigan, and you just got to see their cardigan! It is way too cool, it's like a wrap, but it's a cardigan, it's warm but trendy. So I swooped one, cost around RM100.
There, half a thousand spent on one day, less than one hour.
Didn't I just do re-evaluation of my spending habits for 2007 and vowed to save more for 2008?
I went to SJMC to see an ENT specialist who took out a large clump of fungal-do inside my right ear. I was glad when I was pronounced 'not deaf', decided to celebrate it and went to Subang Parade, alone, determining to do things for my son, instead of for myself.
So I decided to check up Tumble Tots. Found out they do a few classes. Quite pricey, I calculated, around RM50 per class. Classes are more like phonic reading and gym toddling. I was looking for more things like drawing, coloring, craft. Decided to check out the drawing class I saw in One Utama new wing. (Have you guys seen one?)
After I have completed my motherly obligation, decided to roam for one pair of comfortable pants, since my waist line is dissapearing ( I am by now have finished my fourth month of pregnancy). Just one pair and my belly won't feel so tight when I drive. Just a little pair.
So hopped into Modern Mom, paid for two blouses, one jeans and one pair of black pants. That is around RM400! When I was sitting recording things into my CashOrganizer the Man had just re-installed to my pda-phone, I casually asked whether they have cardigan, and you just got to see their cardigan! It is way too cool, it's like a wrap, but it's a cardigan, it's warm but trendy. So I swooped one, cost around RM100.
There, half a thousand spent on one day, less than one hour.
Didn't I just do re-evaluation of my spending habits for 2007 and vowed to save more for 2008?
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
The Do's and Don'ts
Lots have been offered on advising me handling the new maid. Lots of them went undone.
1. We were advised that the market rate is RM400 per month.
But she had demanded RM450 since the sister-in-law was also paid RM450.
2. We were advised that the monthly salary is not to be given to her hand.
But she insisted on sending the money back home, and she had a three years old Kid who is about the same age of AZeuchry and it just broke my heart to know that her kid went unfed. So I obliged.
3. We were advised to keep the passport with us.
She is on her visiting visa which we are to renew on working visa later. So she is keeping her own passport.
4. We were advised not to let her mix with her own clan.
But she had demanded to go to her sister-in-law place who worked in Kak Ina's house at Pantai Dalam every fortnight. Kak Ina is Mai's (The Man's Technician) sister.
5. I was advised not to let her cook.
They said mom should cook, but she is way too efficient. When I came back, the foods are all prepared on the table.
6. I was advised not to let her come into my bedroom.
Did I mentioned that she is way too efficient? She mopped my bedroom floor and collect all my dirty laundry. The other day she WASHED my silk kurung in my washing machine with my detergent!
So lots of them went undone.
Congratulations me!
Yesterday was the day my promotion (or shall I say acting promotion) is effective.
I didn't notice about it until a few girls at the office come around to say hi to the new manager.
Smiled. Anyway.
Have been doing the job since early this May. Guess it takes months for the Management to give me due recognition. Better than nothing, consoled myself away.
So what do I get together with the promotion?
Pay rise of around RM400 (which all will go to hiring the maid)
Travelling by business class for overseas trips (which I don't think I want to go whilst I am pregnant nor when I am breastfeeding)
A few RM rise in subsistence allowance.
A room (which have not been properly built for me, but I don't care since I like my working station now)
and of course
responsibility,
much work,
and a few people to train/develop.
Congratulations to me, anyway. Like I wrote, better late than nothing.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
My Helper is Here!
Okay.. So we decided to hire a helper once the new baby is here. BUT I didn't expect it to be soon.
She was picked up last Sunday. Seemed nice.
I , however, had some issues.
1. I didn't like going into my own house on Sunday. It seemed like somebody else's house seeing someone else mopping the floor.
2. My son took only 4 hours to warm up with her.
3. She has all day long with my son. I didn't.
4. She is to super hardworking. She ironed all clothes until there are no more hangers left.
5. She can make 'goreng pisang' which is a suprise to me!
Guess I'm still getting used on mommy is not the only woman in the house.
She was picked up last Sunday. Seemed nice.
I , however, had some issues.
1. I didn't like going into my own house on Sunday. It seemed like somebody else's house seeing someone else mopping the floor.
2. My son took only 4 hours to warm up with her.
3. She has all day long with my son. I didn't.
4. She is to super hardworking. She ironed all clothes until there are no more hangers left.
5. She can make 'goreng pisang' which is a suprise to me!
Guess I'm still getting used on mommy is not the only woman in the house.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Co-mmu-ni-ca-tion
I never really write on how did I left my phone at the Sydney Airport. (I've come to terms that I didn't lose my phone, I had just ridiculously out of my mind leaving it there).
Two doors away, in our new 100% malay neighbourhood, lived a couple with three kids. The wife, Joned is a doctor at GH and the husband,Bo is an engineer. We knew Bo long time ago, we went to his wedding, and The Man and Bo kinda chose the house together. Not close but not so distanced.
So when we are practically neighbours, we thought it is fun to be chosing house together and our kids could grow together, and we will grow old together.
But then, the other neighbours (remind you again that I now live in a 100% malay neighbourhood where housewives chat at the playground and over the fence) started talking to me of Joned's problem. Joned apparently had visited them and told them (the women) about their marriage problem. She never came to me, but my heart goes out for them and the kids. It must be real tough raising three when you don't know who are you marrying to. I sometimes prayed that things are going smoother for them.
So Joned talked to the teacher on my left, to the laywer on my right, to the banker across the playground, but never to me. I didn't intend to talk to her about it either. When we visited her for her third new born, everytime she tried to give the impression that she was so thin because of what she went through during the pregnancy (ada masalah lah, tension lah ) I quickly brushed them away saying that I can't imagine how stressful it is working at an ER at GH.
I don't know, I just don't want to know. I however did pray for her marriage, for her solace.
Until the SMS came in. She said , out of sudden, in a text message, that she wants to divorce Bo but she thought about the kids. I didn't reply that one. She send another one within 10 minutes saying that Bo is not a kind of good husband because Bo never read the Quran. I wondered what that made my Man because Bo solat at the Masjid for Maghrib and Isyak everyday. I replied saying that reading the Quran doesn't determine a good husband. Then she said Bo used her like a hooker, and she didn't get paid.
I thought that was it.
The day after, she started forwarding me texts that she wrote for her friends, expecting me to understand.
The week after, she started forwarding me texts that she wrote for Bo, asking for money to buy something, then something about tolak duit nafkah? What?
So when I turned on my phone at Sydney airport during the transit to call up the Man, suddenly about 7 or 8 text messages appearing in my phone. I really thought they were urgent, stupidly scrolling them while trying to unzip my pants at the toilet with one hand.
That was how I left my phone at Sydney's airport restroom.
So I was furious. I still am.
I don't mind if you pour your heart out to me. However, being an adult, a married adult with a kid, I will promise you that I will be nothing but a listener. Until you give me the impression that you want me to be taking sides simply because we are both women. Then I will stop listen, I will go away. In this case, she drove me away before I was even a listener.
True enough, coming back from the Australia trip, Lisa next door , over the fence was telling me how scary it was when Joned came around 10:00 at night with Bo watching over the fence to pour her heart out. She said that both The Man and Me didn't want to listen because we are taking Bo's side. There! It's true that she thought all adults do is taking sides.
Fooh....
So people, stay away from your neighbour's marriage problem.
Two doors away, in our new 100% malay neighbourhood, lived a couple with three kids. The wife, Joned is a doctor at GH and the husband,Bo is an engineer. We knew Bo long time ago, we went to his wedding, and The Man and Bo kinda chose the house together. Not close but not so distanced.
So when we are practically neighbours, we thought it is fun to be chosing house together and our kids could grow together, and we will grow old together.
But then, the other neighbours (remind you again that I now live in a 100% malay neighbourhood where housewives chat at the playground and over the fence) started talking to me of Joned's problem. Joned apparently had visited them and told them (the women) about their marriage problem. She never came to me, but my heart goes out for them and the kids. It must be real tough raising three when you don't know who are you marrying to. I sometimes prayed that things are going smoother for them.
So Joned talked to the teacher on my left, to the laywer on my right, to the banker across the playground, but never to me. I didn't intend to talk to her about it either. When we visited her for her third new born, everytime she tried to give the impression that she was so thin because of what she went through during the pregnancy (ada masalah lah, tension lah ) I quickly brushed them away saying that I can't imagine how stressful it is working at an ER at GH.
I don't know, I just don't want to know. I however did pray for her marriage, for her solace.
Until the SMS came in. She said , out of sudden, in a text message, that she wants to divorce Bo but she thought about the kids. I didn't reply that one. She send another one within 10 minutes saying that Bo is not a kind of good husband because Bo never read the Quran. I wondered what that made my Man because Bo solat at the Masjid for Maghrib and Isyak everyday. I replied saying that reading the Quran doesn't determine a good husband. Then she said Bo used her like a hooker, and she didn't get paid.
I thought that was it.
The day after, she started forwarding me texts that she wrote for her friends, expecting me to understand.
The week after, she started forwarding me texts that she wrote for Bo, asking for money to buy something, then something about tolak duit nafkah? What?
So when I turned on my phone at Sydney airport during the transit to call up the Man, suddenly about 7 or 8 text messages appearing in my phone. I really thought they were urgent, stupidly scrolling them while trying to unzip my pants at the toilet with one hand.
That was how I left my phone at Sydney's airport restroom.
So I was furious. I still am.
I don't mind if you pour your heart out to me. However, being an adult, a married adult with a kid, I will promise you that I will be nothing but a listener. Until you give me the impression that you want me to be taking sides simply because we are both women. Then I will stop listen, I will go away. In this case, she drove me away before I was even a listener.
True enough, coming back from the Australia trip, Lisa next door , over the fence was telling me how scary it was when Joned came around 10:00 at night with Bo watching over the fence to pour her heart out. She said that both The Man and Me didn't want to listen because we are taking Bo's side. There! It's true that she thought all adults do is taking sides.
Fooh....
So people, stay away from your neighbour's marriage problem.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Why Linkin Park
Okay, numerous reason on why do I love Linkin Park to bits.
First, they write their own songs.
Then, they produced their songs.
They collaboratively worked on every songs together. Taking everyone's ideas.
Chester is totally a rock star, Mike emerged from hip hop-rap-kind a thing but put them together, it is awesome.
Their songs are all about expressing anger, which is good because it let you find an avenue to let the steam off.
They are one of a kind. There was never a band combining rough-low-then scream songs with raps before.
Most important thing, after all this time, they stay on together.
And together is what important. Together makes you feel that they are loyal to each other, and make you loyal to them.
I just hated it when they claim it's Hani-AC-and-Kieran on ERA the radio but you can actually calculate how many times do they actually appear in that combination. Most of the days, one of them will not be around, and the most sad thing shall be when there's only one out of three. So called good marketing huh.
First, they write their own songs.
Then, they produced their songs.
They collaboratively worked on every songs together. Taking everyone's ideas.
Chester is totally a rock star, Mike emerged from hip hop-rap-kind a thing but put them together, it is awesome.
Their songs are all about expressing anger, which is good because it let you find an avenue to let the steam off.
They are one of a kind. There was never a band combining rough-low-then scream songs with raps before.
Most important thing, after all this time, they stay on together.
And together is what important. Together makes you feel that they are loyal to each other, and make you loyal to them.
I just hated it when they claim it's Hani-AC-and-Kieran on ERA the radio but you can actually calculate how many times do they actually appear in that combination. Most of the days, one of them will not be around, and the most sad thing shall be when there's only one out of three. So called good marketing huh.
Lois, You are an Angel!
My Stylist (Lois, at A Cut Above Sunway Pyramid) is totally a granny. He won't let me have style that I want. When I wanted it permed, he said it'll be a total mess because I need to apply gel daily and knowing that the Kiddo at that time had just started crawling, he was actually right. When I wanted it short, he refused saying that it'll frizz up and I have to come by a lot to touch up the root. He NEVER abide what I wanted.
That is because he knows my hair more than I do.
So when I really want it short this time, (shorter from the shortest he had allowed me), I practised hard on what to say to him. It goes like, "Lois I'd do everything that you want me to do, I can come by every month to touch up the root if that's what required, I religiously will not skip my home treatment just let me have one short hair".
When I actually saw him at the new re-do saloon, I said Lois come here and sit, I need to talk to you. He actually smiled and said what you want? (of course, the old man knew). I told him I really want it short this time, and he simply smiled and said, "of course, cannnn...."
He let me have it short!!
Of course he chucked the idea of the boy-cut. He never stopped being a granny.
That is because he knows my hair more than I do.
So when I really want it short this time, (shorter from the shortest he had allowed me), I practised hard on what to say to him. It goes like, "Lois I'd do everything that you want me to do, I can come by every month to touch up the root if that's what required, I religiously will not skip my home treatment just let me have one short hair".
When I actually saw him at the new re-do saloon, I said Lois come here and sit, I need to talk to you. He actually smiled and said what you want? (of course, the old man knew). I told him I really want it short this time, and he simply smiled and said, "of course, cannnn...."
He let me have it short!!
Of course he chucked the idea of the boy-cut. He never stopped being a granny.
The Head, The Hands, The Feet and the Spine
You know that I have not been posting much about my pregnancy, eventhough the morning sickness (or shall I say the all-day sickness) hit me bad almost everyday. I have also not been telling around much. There's something in between everything-can-happen-during-the-first-trimester and what-can-peed-on-stick-really-tell-of-what's-in-my-womb.
So, the week we got back to work after Eid-el-Mubarak, I randomly picked a day and decide that day to be the day to see Dr. Christina Tai at SJMC. My appointment was at 12:10, we went late, around 12:00, got in around 1:30. As she rubbed the cold thing on my tummy, it was clear on the monitor! As clear as the white cloud during the clear sky. We saw the head, the hands, the feet and the spine! Both The Man and I wondered whether we really saw the Kiddo when he was in my tummy because we never really see the fetus as clear as this one.
It hit both of us to know that it is actually alive in Mommy's womb!
People, I am pregnant! Really....!
So, the week we got back to work after Eid-el-Mubarak, I randomly picked a day and decide that day to be the day to see Dr. Christina Tai at SJMC. My appointment was at 12:10, we went late, around 12:00, got in around 1:30. As she rubbed the cold thing on my tummy, it was clear on the monitor! As clear as the white cloud during the clear sky. We saw the head, the hands, the feet and the spine! Both The Man and I wondered whether we really saw the Kiddo when he was in my tummy because we never really see the fetus as clear as this one.
It hit both of us to know that it is actually alive in Mommy's womb!
People, I am pregnant! Really....!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Orient the Watch
Syclone wrote and yes, it was actually Orion's Belt i/o Orient's (as in the watch). You see when you have been humiliated by your own dream, you tend to try to forget everything about it.
I was thinking to start reading star gazing again.
I was thinking to start reading star gazing again.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Dream On
How many of you remembered what you filled up for your ‘cita-cita’ (ambitions) when you were standard 1?
I remembered mine vividly. I remembered the feeling of trying to fill up the three lines when they asked to rank them. It was exciting, much more exciting than walking up the stage to get the best student prize. I never filled them up honestly.
My dad, who is an ordinary secondary school teacher, was not born as an ordinary thinker, I think. When I haven’t started schooling, he bought this encyclopedia about star gazing and everything else up in the sky. He then sat down with me during cloudless, clear sky trying to make sense of the constellations on the sky to match ones in the book. His favorite, which is then mine, is the Orient’s Belt, three stars lined up perfectly. Of course we got to see them only less than half of the year. Once we could locate Orient’s Belt, we could easily find Taurus the Bull (which by then I didn’t know it is my zodiac), the Plaeideus (seven princess who actually are not really seven), the Zeus and his wife, two Orient’s dog which resides two Ursula (major and minor, which I think the minor is brighter than Ursula major, weird huh?)
Orient’s Belt remains my favorite, till now. You could only see them from October onwards in Malaysia. Orient’s Belt still be the reason of me gazing out to the sky on the cloudless clearly. Orient’s Belt is still the reason me falling in love with the stars.
So there I was, a seven years old girl, dreaming about owning a real telescope just to see the stars clearer. Dreams of owning a real telescope developed more each years, rapidly. Gazing made me wanting to see more, wanting to experience more, to go up there and see how’s it look like.
The last chapter of the book, which has already lunyai (‘meshed up’) by the time I turned 10, was about the adventure to the space. I always read through that very quickly, for I know it won’t be true for me. But from star gazer, I grown to like astronomers, then astronaut, then by the age of 12, I really thought I would settle for astrophysicist. I asked a relative who studied astrophysicist and bluntly he said, there is no job prospect for that in Malaysia. Fine enough, being rejected by the first guy I had crush with since I was seven, I thought I might wanna migrate to the States and stay there forever, mending my heart while working my ways through to NASA.
I read about the space more. I had Valentina Tereskova, the first woman to space, as my idol, secretly signing little V in my signature. When I was 15, I then fell in love with Physics which then I think I want to be an aerospace engineer. Anything to do with the space. I figured out that to get my way to NASA, I at least have to have two degrees, then one master then join their training for an average of three years. So I thought of having degrees in Mathematics, then Aerospace Engineering, then Physics, then Astronomy (okay, so that’s four, figured out that I can do two at one time), then a Master in Astrophysics, then three years of training, by the time I am 29, I should be able to pass the training at NASA and ready to go to the space.
I thought hard about the job prospect thing. I though hard about not leaving Malaysia since the puppy love doesn’t turn out to be the real love anyways. Thinking that Malaysia would never set up a space center, by the time I sat for my scholarship interview, I had settled less to an aeronautical engineer. Flying to the space is not gonna be a reality, then flying or assisting with flying a plane might be good. The scholarship gave me a mechanical engineering degree, which I did with so not flying color. The case study about the O-ring failure of a rocket back in 1990s which then killed a kindergarten school teacher then confirmed that I am not ever going to the space.
So here I am, a mechanical engineering graduate who dreamt of going to the space, who then settled down as a fuel procurement manager doing commodity trading and contract at the age of 29. Funny enough, when I was 29, the aerospace program was introduced in Malaysia. Many applied, a few went through when they managed to settle down for 2 candidates. I bit my teeth browsing through the papers, pretending not to be interested whilst in my heart, I thought about the dreams I had all these years, the Orient Belt, the Astrophysicist degree, the NASA and how stupid the dreams felt like a few years ago, and how stupid am I today to let go of the dreams.
When Dr. Sheikh Muzafar’s Soyuz blasted off, I prayed hard that his O-ring went well, then he will finally see the earth from the space, then he’ll see things that I never get to see. I still bit my teeth with jealousy but deep inside, I know I was the one who killed my own dreams. If only I stayed on dreaming, I know I’ll be the one who celebrated Hari Raya in space.
I never shared this with anyone, not even The Man, the dreams about going to the space, the passion about star gazing (except with my dad who then thought that I have grown up getting bored of the Greek’s Gods History), about how I killed my own dreams. I guess it was embarrassing to be wanting to be out to the space, but it was more embarrassing to let people know that big dreams were crushed by the very own dreamer.
But would I wanna go back in time to change what I have now? Guess I wouldn’t, looking at the li’l Kiddo playing with my parents, I’d rather have Hari Raya here with them. But one thing stays, I would let li’l Kiddo know that never crush his own dream, for one day, it might come true.
Perhaps I’d really go out and buy the telescope. Back to star gazing, yeah.
I remembered mine vividly. I remembered the feeling of trying to fill up the three lines when they asked to rank them. It was exciting, much more exciting than walking up the stage to get the best student prize. I never filled them up honestly.
My dad, who is an ordinary secondary school teacher, was not born as an ordinary thinker, I think. When I haven’t started schooling, he bought this encyclopedia about star gazing and everything else up in the sky. He then sat down with me during cloudless, clear sky trying to make sense of the constellations on the sky to match ones in the book. His favorite, which is then mine, is the Orient’s Belt, three stars lined up perfectly. Of course we got to see them only less than half of the year. Once we could locate Orient’s Belt, we could easily find Taurus the Bull (which by then I didn’t know it is my zodiac), the Plaeideus (seven princess who actually are not really seven), the Zeus and his wife, two Orient’s dog which resides two Ursula (major and minor, which I think the minor is brighter than Ursula major, weird huh?)
Orient’s Belt remains my favorite, till now. You could only see them from October onwards in Malaysia. Orient’s Belt still be the reason of me gazing out to the sky on the cloudless clearly. Orient’s Belt is still the reason me falling in love with the stars.
So there I was, a seven years old girl, dreaming about owning a real telescope just to see the stars clearer. Dreams of owning a real telescope developed more each years, rapidly. Gazing made me wanting to see more, wanting to experience more, to go up there and see how’s it look like.
The last chapter of the book, which has already lunyai (‘meshed up’) by the time I turned 10, was about the adventure to the space. I always read through that very quickly, for I know it won’t be true for me. But from star gazer, I grown to like astronomers, then astronaut, then by the age of 12, I really thought I would settle for astrophysicist. I asked a relative who studied astrophysicist and bluntly he said, there is no job prospect for that in Malaysia. Fine enough, being rejected by the first guy I had crush with since I was seven, I thought I might wanna migrate to the States and stay there forever, mending my heart while working my ways through to NASA.
I read about the space more. I had Valentina Tereskova, the first woman to space, as my idol, secretly signing little V in my signature. When I was 15, I then fell in love with Physics which then I think I want to be an aerospace engineer. Anything to do with the space. I figured out that to get my way to NASA, I at least have to have two degrees, then one master then join their training for an average of three years. So I thought of having degrees in Mathematics, then Aerospace Engineering, then Physics, then Astronomy (okay, so that’s four, figured out that I can do two at one time), then a Master in Astrophysics, then three years of training, by the time I am 29, I should be able to pass the training at NASA and ready to go to the space.
I thought hard about the job prospect thing. I though hard about not leaving Malaysia since the puppy love doesn’t turn out to be the real love anyways. Thinking that Malaysia would never set up a space center, by the time I sat for my scholarship interview, I had settled less to an aeronautical engineer. Flying to the space is not gonna be a reality, then flying or assisting with flying a plane might be good. The scholarship gave me a mechanical engineering degree, which I did with so not flying color. The case study about the O-ring failure of a rocket back in 1990s which then killed a kindergarten school teacher then confirmed that I am not ever going to the space.
So here I am, a mechanical engineering graduate who dreamt of going to the space, who then settled down as a fuel procurement manager doing commodity trading and contract at the age of 29. Funny enough, when I was 29, the aerospace program was introduced in Malaysia. Many applied, a few went through when they managed to settle down for 2 candidates. I bit my teeth browsing through the papers, pretending not to be interested whilst in my heart, I thought about the dreams I had all these years, the Orient Belt, the Astrophysicist degree, the NASA and how stupid the dreams felt like a few years ago, and how stupid am I today to let go of the dreams.
When Dr. Sheikh Muzafar’s Soyuz blasted off, I prayed hard that his O-ring went well, then he will finally see the earth from the space, then he’ll see things that I never get to see. I still bit my teeth with jealousy but deep inside, I know I was the one who killed my own dreams. If only I stayed on dreaming, I know I’ll be the one who celebrated Hari Raya in space.
I never shared this with anyone, not even The Man, the dreams about going to the space, the passion about star gazing (except with my dad who then thought that I have grown up getting bored of the Greek’s Gods History), about how I killed my own dreams. I guess it was embarrassing to be wanting to be out to the space, but it was more embarrassing to let people know that big dreams were crushed by the very own dreamer.
But would I wanna go back in time to change what I have now? Guess I wouldn’t, looking at the li’l Kiddo playing with my parents, I’d rather have Hari Raya here with them. But one thing stays, I would let li’l Kiddo know that never crush his own dream, for one day, it might come true.
Perhaps I’d really go out and buy the telescope. Back to star gazing, yeah.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Should I Not
We had Iftar with a supplier, which is a good friend (because he went to Kinabalu with us) at Toh Yuen Restaurant. It was nice. The Man was there too.
However, we spoke about Brucelee. More like gossiping. Nothing detrimental to the business because we didn't talk about his stupid decision or his market unintelligence.
When we came back, I somehow felt that it was not proper for me to talk bad about our own boss, how bad our own boss is, especially in front of a supplier. Eventhough character gossiping doesn't somehow damaging the business.
I should not talk bad about him, anymore.
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