I Wish I Could Blog More Often

I am watching The Lake House while blogging.

I didn't get to finish the blog about Terengganu trip and how I thinnk they are not ready for Visit Terengganu Year 2007.

Well, I am actually amazed by the way GartBlue blogs. She is the one who actually dragged me to the whole idea of logging in to the net and write. Bitch, almost most of the time. But she blog almost everyday. And she had four kids! Read Four Kids!

I got one. Yeah I know.

Perhaps she blog in word doc first and cut n paste it later. But I don't like cutting and pasting. It's like, cheating, for me. I feel that I will be cheating the readers, not telling them what is going on in real time kinda way. It doesn't flow nicely from my fingers onto the keyboards. when I do it in word doc, I got time to reread it, adding here and there, correcting my spelling, trying to write more beautifully than what I am capable of. To tell my readers that I am not a better reader is a cheat. Unless I really do write beautifully like Gart.

Back to what I wish.

I wish that the internet connection is there whenever I logged into blogspot.

-- a caption from The Lake House---

"There was a boy before your dad"

"How come you didn't marry him?"

"So that you can ask me this question one day"

---

I wish there's a PC that doesn't take so long starting up.

I wish there's internet cafe at every floor of my favorite mall (Midvalley, Subang parade, Sunway Pyramid) so that I can just go in and write about the nice blouse that I just saw or a hefty price tag attached to one ugly skirt.

I wish.

My Pulau Kapas Trip

Next year shall be the visit Terenganu year.

I didn't know that until the cab driver picked us up at the Airport which was still under construction for upgrading. It was under construction as well when I went for the short trip in 2006. I wonder whether they will be ready for 2008 is speeding in six months time.

The cab driver dropped us of at a small, looks like a family run business, motel at Pantai Batu Buruk. I personally like the hotel. The pool is well maintained, the scenery of Beach stretched behind our room eventhough the coffee house is the simplest every facing a rows of Semi-Ds in construction. It's not that I hate chain hotels (after Paris Hilton got into jail), but this motel was special. It made me felt at home (with not so clean wall), comfortable and cozy.

Thursday morning was spent trying to go to the beach but at 9:00 at Terengganu, the sun is just eating you down at the beach. So we spent the time at the nice Pool which the kiddo didn't want to get in. We took off to Marang, booked the ferry and found a small gerai that served excellent Sotong bakar.

We took the boat ride quite shakily. It was fast, and the jacket was not properly fastened to the Kiddo. He was scared, I hold his chest and his heart was pumping heavily. I prayed hard and held him tight.

In fright we were until the boat reached the sandy long beach of Pulau Kapas. Have been there before so it was not a surprise to me, but The Man was. We checked and Duta Puri (known before as Tuty Puri) was a total frustration. It pissed me off to think how bad it was until it made me decide to defer my blogging post for now. Till later....

What's Happening

Last week.

Took thursday to friday off. To Pulau Kapas. Will write at length about that.

Last weekend.

Saturday touched down from Terengganu.
Sunday Saw Shrek3 with the Man.

This week.

Monday finished late. The Man got the Kid and brought him looking at me sealing the tender files into the box.

Tuesday. Was on my feet the whole day. Morning was spent photocpying the tender submission. Afternoon was spent photocopying some action sheet for submission.

Wednesday. Decided to spend morning helping Sihin got the documents signed. Afternoon, was computing the Rate but then saw that the figure was incomplete for Sept for one station, so got held up and waited until ida came back to finish up Sept and i knew she'll be adjusting the July and August figures as well. The date line, was however on Wednesday, too , but I figured out that I could only do that efficiently once her figures are well adjusted. Much correct, that way.

Thursday. Dropped the Kiddo at Tuk Mama's House and he refused to go down from my lap. Until Pingu started.
At the conference room at Residence Hotel with one Station. The Procurement guy was one hour late, held up everyone. Finished up at 4:30.
Arju made a good chairman, his persuasion power is different from Baie but still , had impressed me to bits.
Quickly drove through Sg Besi Highway fleeing back to office and got the refined figures from Ida. Fine tune the rates, making sure that all the rates are fine and the supporting documents are properly numbered, wrote the letter to let the boss sign. Drop a few notes for despatching and Ena to help me photocopying. It was hard, i know, without a surat menyurat clerk but we survive so far.

Friday. Again at the Residence hotel. Knew today would be the toughest. Had fiery discussion with manj but concluded before lunch. Again, thanks to Arju. Fooh...
Baie called, (the boss apparently nowadays check up on us on daily basis), and I casually said it was done and I'm going home to sleep. He said go take a break. Cool eh, when your boss pat your back that way!
Took two hours sleep before went back to Tuk Mama's place to pick up AZ.

Spent 20 mins checking on my Maybank2u and surprised to see that I hvn't checked for 1 whole months. Was fined RM5 for late payment to Visa, the account I direct debit for Touch N Go Zing Card. I knew direct debiting would create problem but decided to sulk in anyway since I was more afraid to reload the Touch n Go at the solemn quiet ATM.

Now I am back home, blogging at the Man's PC in AZ room, on his new table, with him playing his new Play-Doh, and surprisingly, letting me blog freely! I think we are slowly grooming him to be independent. He fumed just now when the daddy refused to change the DVD (of stupid CIA movie with hot sexy angelina jolie's sex scene with matt damon) to cartoon. The Man is apparently now do not abide to the Kiddo's wishes. He does what he wants to do, and let the kiddo knows who's 'da boss'. Well, Mommy , on the other hand always lose to the Kiddo and abide, anyways, with, "Yes son, you win!".

Gotta go play that orange Play-Doh after constants, "Mommy, mommy main la yang ni, please". I melt with that magic word.

My Prime Minister is Getting Married

Apparently, the most eligible bachelor in the country is taken.

His wife passed away a few years ago of breast cancer. She was worshipped as real fighter of the cancer. I wrote a blog on her.

So this new wife is very much like the old one. She's pettitte, a mixed blood, looks like she speaks english very well.

I 'd rather wait to see

1. how she would take the power off si Rosmah, the Deputy PM who is running the show on all social events.

2. how would she lead the nation as the first lady.

More is yet to see. Of course I want to see more is done beside promoting the local kebaya.

Other than that, my heartiest congratulations to the Prime Minister and I hope he finds his happiness.

Linkin Park’s Minutes to Midnight

This one is a bit different. It takes a while to fall in love but once you have fallen in love, you’d find out that the strength of this album, like the other albums is the fact that each of the songs is totally unique, arrangement-wise, vocal-wise and instrument-wise. It took me three rounds to fall in love and when I took time to really look at the lyrics and sing together, that’s when I realized that this one took a while to fall in love.

My favorite for the moment is the current hit single : What I’ve Done. Love Chester’s voice, love the piano. Then I love Chester low tone in In Pieces. The bridge’ guitar was fantastic, a bit 60s-ish turning to soft to medium rock but mellowy. Surprisingly, me, being and always being the Chester Benington’s girl, had fallen in love with Mike’s rough-but-smooth low vocals in In Between. This song is unlike other of Mike’s. I love Shadow Of The Day’s bass and when the violin hits towards before the bridge, it was awesome, almost like the climax of the album if any album would have a climax. I love the acoustic guitar (remind me of the kampong boys’ guitar kapok) in The Little Things Give You Away. They finished the song after coming back visiting New Orlean’s left over of Katrina’s.

The emotions carried through the whole album were very much different from the previous albums. Very little anger but a lot more frustration, pain and disappointment.

The album cover was a bit dull, I guess, but each of the pages are just like the songs, unique, different, but in harmony with each other. Lovely. Seemed that LP wanted to remind me a lesson long forgotten, never judge a book by its cover i.e. never judge our music by our cd cover.

With this, I pledged to remain as Linkin Park’s girl for quite a while.

It Gets Ugly When You Say It's The Mightiest

Remember high school when there are bunch of girls who had boyfriends and constantly talk about nothing else but the boyfriends?

They compared boyfriends, what they do to them, what present they got for the girls, what present they wanna get for the guys. When they went for a soccer match, their eyes were on their guys, and when they hit back the dorms, they just couldn't stop talking about the cool thing the guys did during the match, or whether their guys winked to them or not, or whether they caught their guys flirt with girls from other school.

When they opened their eyes on weekends, where there is no room check, and it's the boys outing day, they would just lazying around in their beds and started to think whether their guys will bring them a bar of Cadburry's for them. If by end of the day, the bar of Cadburry's were passed to them by a junior, they will call the other girlfriends, happily, and eat together.

It gets ugly when one of the guys dumped one of your girlfriends and they, away from the girl who just got dumped, gossiping around. "My Nik won't do that, he's too nice and couldn't afford to lose me". "My KDY (another favorite thing to do, nick name your guy) the other day send me a note saying that if a girl is selfish and concentrate too much about her and her only, he'll leave the girl". "My Jon (another favorite thing, naming your guy by your NKOTB's favorite), is better, he said that politics will determine what kind of girl he wants to date, and that's why I'm stick to the current state government".

It gets uglier. "How could he? My Nik won't judge a girl by her political interest. It's absurd". "You know what, my KDY is better, he loves the girl as she is".

When the word better, greater, nicer, much caring, much loving got spread around, people tends to defend their crushes and start competing to each other on how lovely can their crushes be.

I guess that is how the war of religion started.

Sad, isn't it, that when people start fighting in the name of God but God in the first place, had never created war and hatred.

Nice Weekend

Took Thursday off and took parents to Mines Lake Tour (was supposed to be Jalan TAR's visit but the crying Azeuchry called us back).

Friday. Visited my grandmother's little Sister. Both husband and wife are now on Severe Stage of Alzheimer. They stayed with their two single girls. They can't remember faces. They remembered old stories. The wife apparently still can talk but the husband had lost his talking skills. Both had lost the basic skills like going to the loos, asking when they are hungry and of course, loving.

I pitied the girls much more. The youngest one, especially. She is my age. At the age of 30, I could go out and buy things that I want, I have a husband to hug and hugs me back, I have a kid to love and loves me back. God! I have so much more than Ateh Ya has. She doesn't even watch TV. The time is occupied cleaning up after the parents, cooking for them, cleaning up the mess they purposely created. Other than that, she just had to look at them sitting on the sofa not talking to each other.

All of us were overwhelmed with various feelings.

After the parents gone back home, the Man decided to cheer me up and drove to Genting. We arrived around 3:00, bought tickets for Outdoor park and dragged Azeuchry around. I counted and towards the end of the day, we had four rides altogether: The Ferris Wheel (mommy, daddy and Azuechry), Teacups, Jumbo and Train.

Saturday. We stayed home and Mommy cook delicious mee soup.

Sunday. Ironed the weekend's shirts. We did up the garden a bit and went to Kamarul's son's wedding. Came back and saw TV.

I must say it is rather a nice weekend because I got ahead of all the chores. It is nice to be finishing the chores and do nothing on Sunday but relaxing.

Nice weekend.

Recent Dewan Ulama

Read Utusan front page on the comments made by Perak's PAS representative on the recent Dewan Ulama PAS.
(Note: Dewan Ulama PAS is like the Perhimpunan Agung Umno where people of their parties talk speak out. It is always held annually)
(Note: PAS is the one of two opposing parties favored by about 30% of Malaysian populations. An acronyms of Malaysia Islamic Party, the members are all highly Islamic educated. The recent movement had seen the professional such as doctors, lecturers whose degrees didn't come from either Mesir nor Arabian Countries but have some sort of strong Islamic education)
(Note: These notes are the personal opinion of the writer)

I couldn't agree more of what was opined by Perak's PAS representative.

It is true that what PAS had been fighting for are all the wrongdoings by UMNO politicians, in reality, what of are the other governments in the world. Things like bureaucracy, autocracy, bribery, corruptions, cronies-conquering-the-must-lucrative-pots; diseases normally known to the society.

Through time, there's nothing different about PAS from the other opposing parties in the other regions.

What I feel PAS should be doing is actually highlighting to the society on the other issues that is more alarming. Like, the recent arguments about Internet Investment. Are they halal? Then, the ectassy pills. Have some sort of same pills existed in Rasullulah's time and what had Rasullulah said about them?

You see, PAS are not opined to state whether these are halals or not but highlighting to the people is something that they can do because they have all the expertise in house. Plus, they have the Harakah, the post that are purchased by not only members but also nons.

Instead of going on and on about how inappropriate for the government to grant licenses to these night club operators, they could talk about the similarities of ectassy pills with the alcohols.

Instead of going on and on about how cruel the government to allow these interest-fixed bank to operate, they could highlight to the people of the characteristics of riba' and how close or far the Internet Investment is.

It is sad to see how people use Islam to talk bad about the current government and do nothing to suggest the way forward of making things good. Our Malaysian Politics is unique of the others. Unlike the Democrat and Republics of the States, they very much fight for the same way but PAS has the advantages: the strong headed, Islamic background, clear faith and highly, very highly educated members.

Unless they change the way they are politicking, i.e. do nothing but condemning, they are not in the position of being unique.

Just my thought.

This Year Team Building

Day 1

We took off to Cameron Highland for our team Building this year. No spouses allowed but the new MD brought his, anyway. We took off right away after the so-called Seiri Activity for the Store.

Stopped by for a site visit which I enjoyed just because the Man's Nikon DSLR abilities and endurance were tested.

Ida drove slowly. Not like her normal-self.

Checked in. Had dinner, served, because buffet cannot be organized for a below 30 guests. Slow. Too much black pepper. Ate anyway.

The first session, the MD walked out and let us asked his wife questions. Only the kaki bodek did ask serious questions. We didn't bother. Among the answers which can bring your hair stand straight.
"He doesn't like children".
"He, like me, think alike. We don't like wet market. We've stopped going to market 15 years ago"
"We don't like people who talk aloud in hypermarket"
"We don't like children. They are humiliating. They are high maintenance. They are embarassing"
"We like other's people's children. We like playing with them. When they are dirty, we can just chuck them out to their own parents. But who do we chuck our own children to when they are dirty?"
I immediately walked out after that.

Then a few games kicked in. One I like is where you pasted a piece of paper at your back and people will take turns writing about what they feel about you. We did to others as well.

I got, "Helpful, sexy, sexy mom, gatal (what?), idea bernas, angelina jolie, hardworking , humble, playful, very dedicated colleague, good leadership but moody, baik hati, nakal ( i think the new MD wrote that), happy go lucky , fun, caring".

Ida got as much but among a few that we can't stop laughing is, "keras, suka belanja makan, suka tolong orang, lawak".

The Snobbish Cobbish Dick got, "Garang, garang tak bertempat, fussy, suka bodek boss".

I wrote, "Weird but fun to new MD".

The Lazy-TapiMauNama-Manager got, "cakap banyak , cakap tak serupa bikin , banyak plan, tak fokus".

We ended that night at Ida's room talking until 2.00 a.m. about the new MD, Snobbish Cobbish Dick and the Lazy-but mau nama-Manager and thought that they three have most of the things in common.

Day 2

True enough. There was a management test where they divide people by 16 categories and those three fell under one common box. I was alone, so did Baie. The rest of the group stand way opposite the three-stooges common box.

I thought we were super-duper brilliant in assessing people.

The girls spent the night at karaoke lounge whilst the men watched the ManUni humiliated by Chelsea. It was cheap, though, RM30 per hour. We sang our hearts out.

Day 3.

It went so fast because I got nothing to write. I couldn't wait to go home.

We stopped by to buy sayur, strawberries. I bought lilies (RM20 for almost 38 stalks) and roses (RM10 for 24).

The lilies were arranged in one vase, blooming steadily.The pink roses look pretty in another vase. Both are at the new work stations.

At least, there were good things to remember this year team building by.

Poem

A few crappy poems written when boredom visited during one of the Seminars attended. Fooh....

Empty Sky

Sometimes I feel the wide bright sky is empty
Sometimes the grey sky makes me happy
How are you?
Have I loved you enough?
Is there any room in my heart for you?

My heart turns away when you are there, waiting, loving
I feel that the eyes are still on me
The eyes are on me
Come towards me and hug me
Embrace me in your arms
I just want to close my eyes and sleep there




Ignorance by Anna Zahara

How come I'm not here
Mommy don't you hear?
Don't you want me?

Confusion
Thought people wait for me
What's stopping you, mommy?

Am I in plain ignorance?
That you are not prepared
Nor preparing

I will wait with love
For you to want me
cause I have faith you will




Plea

Do you hear me when I call you?
Do you hear my plea?
As my heart feel heavy from loving you
I plea that it will open its door to loving you
How could I forget such amazing first love
Come, shine on me
Pour rain on me, so I'l remember the feeling

How could you open my heart to him, not to you?
Are you asking me to plea? Hmm?

Shouldn't you be the one I love greatest?
Should you be the one in my mind?
The name I scribble most?

Come, love me so I'll love you
We should be together
I want to surrender myself to only you

Please stay..
My heart bursts open now
It only needs you to fill it up
How can people always talk about you with such punishments?
They deter me away from you
Where you should be the most loving one
I must stay away from the world
Whose perception is so wrong about you

Guide me
I only hear to you
Do you hear me when I call you?
Show it in the sky
I want to love you




Sifu

When you want to teach me wisdom
Instead I picked up patience
You might want to teach me speaking
Instead I picked up listening
When you want to teach me the meaning of urgency
Instead I have picked up wise thinking

What have I learnt
What have I become, what is me
I am thankful you are with me





What's The Fuss

My love
How come we have stopped holding hands
But I realized
We rarely do so before
So what's the fuss

My love
How come you have stopped
Buying me flowers
But I realized
You rarely do so before
So what's the fuss


Yield

Come
Sit by my window
Look out the grass outside
Do they smell?

Peep in
The carpet I have inside
What color do you see?

Yield to me
I want to love
The hero in my sky

The Devil Wears Prada

The book was among the first few I read. It was not really interesting, I thought. The ending was torturing, slow and dull. The bits about Jimmy Choos, Blahnik, Lagerfield, Channel was the only ones that keep me interested. (Me, being woman, of course)

So when they published the movie, I wasn't keen, at all, to go and see. However, when putting my booking fees for the latest Linkin Park (which is released today! yoohoo!), I grabbed a copy of the CD. Then I watched it on Sunday late afternoon, after Azeuchry finally settled to his nap.

I would give better better rating to the movie compared to the book. It is either I read the wrong version of the book, or the movie is awesomely brilliantly written.

The characters personalities remains, except for Emily whom in the book was 180 degrees nicer and much helpful.

Storyline was altered totally. Okay, at least 87% of it. Some of the powerful scenes were retained. For one, Andy lived with the boyfriend, but in the book, she Lily instead. Nate, the boyfriend, was very much existed via phones in the book, but he played a major role of you-are-sinful-for-being-workaholic in the movie.

And yes, Miranda Priestley, her character is the most powerful, most enticing and courageous. The book had her ended as the ever-evil woman but the movie justifies her Snow-Queen personalities, her judgement. The movie also portrayed her as a good mother, a wife seeking attention and she had a soft spot for Andy, unlike in the book.

The final scene, where Miranda Priestly stood waiting for her car was actually the most powerful one, a complete turn around from the book's and the movie's. The book had Miranda stood in proud and arrogant, the movie had Miranda stood in proud, arrogant and winning-look given to Andy.

Meryl Streep is totally totally snow-queen, a lioness in the corporate world.

Complete turn around. I loved it, anyway.

Attention Seeker

The Prime Minister was caught dizzy when having function at the ever hot Lumut.

The previous Prime Minister then got sick a day after that.

Isn't attention the best possesion ever?

What CDs are Currently in My Car?

1. Newly purchased Chris Daughtry. It’s Not Over is my favorite but I am yet to listen to the whole CD. Rating pending review.
2. Newly purchased Gwen Stefanie, Sweet Escape. Yet to listen.
3. My Chemical Romance (The Man’s). Hated the group, hated the vocal, the unharmonic strings but saluted the video clips and few songs. Cancer is actually my favorite.
4. Dewa 19 – Title can’t be recalled. An Indonesian groupie, they have actually the best arrangement through out the whole album. My favorite is Selimut Hati, which has superb piano. They made me think hard on how few Malaysian’s album can be that amazing and satisfying. My appetite has never be satisfied until I listened to Dewa 19.
5. Ungu – another Indo groupie, few of their numbers are being played on the radio on daily basis but I am hooked with a few ones.
6. Of course, THE album of all, Evanescene. Loved it, loved it, loved it! Eventhough I love the last album more, but this album too is not disappointing. My favorite is Lithium, you can actually listen to it until your hairs stand straight and you can almost feel the pain in your heart. Fabuloso!
7. Cinta The Original Soundtrack – My favorite is Anuar Zain’s Kehilangan (told you I am a piano-only-freak!). You listen to it without watching the movie, you’d feel something. You listen to it after watching the movie, you’d feel the world. There is another happy number by Shahnon, (title can’t be recalled) which was chirpy, a bit like 60s, absolutely creative, and like my son called it, ‘happy song’.
8. You’re Beautiful Compilation – just so that I could listen to Daniel Powter’s Bad Day on any bad days, and Shakira’s Hips Don’ Lie everytime I need to shake my boddyyy.
9. Another compilation which has Azeuchry favorite’s number, Shayne Ward’s No Promise. Don’t ask. He could listen to it over and over again all way from Sunway back to Bangi through the LDP hectic jam. Sigh. However, it has Beyonce’s To The Left which I kinda love cause it is so catchy, lyrics are in-denial and vocal is of course so booti-licious-ful.

I am Bored with my Own Blog.

Was talking to dzilizs yesterday, whom one if my favorite blog visitor. Telling her that perhaps, I should write a fantasy blog.

I’m getting bored of writing the same old things about my life. (Another sign that I am actually bored with my own life?). The same ol things, the work which undoubtedly I love, the long travel from home to work, what happened daily, how I feel towards things daily. I can’t write about the organization much, the Man was scared that somebody will find out and report it off. I was scared, too, if the media found out what is actually going on in my organization and the share price will drop like crazy. Just for one blog! Haha. I can’t write about my sex life, it’s too private. I can’t write about what I feel about certain religions.

So, I thought of coming out with a fantasy blog. Whatcha think?

It can be about a superstar or a famous actress who was married to the same people in the same industry but found out that her love actually belongs to someone else. She secretly is loving that person, admiring that person from far but still being a good wife. Everything was fine until one day she found out that the person was actually in love with her too. Then the drama starts to happen. She risks her career, her children, her wealth.

Or I can write about a prime minister’s daughter who was in love with her own bodyguard. Err… plot sounds familiar! Chuck out! Chuck out!

Or I can write about three friends who went to high school together, then living lives separately but keeping each other informed on each other’s activities, hopes, dreams, frustration, whom they vote during election, everything else under the sun.

A normal life is too common. I need drama.

*sigh*

Not long after I turned 30, few major things happen:

The manager post promised to me had to be given away based on seniority eventhough the person is new to the department.
A friend whom I really looked up to hopped to a new job and he was shocked to find out that I am underpaid! I was shocked as well!
All these happened on the week that my contract with the organization ceased, meaning I was given choice to leave.

So what is the universe trying to tell me.

That friend was really really supportive. He mailed me a posting from Jobstreet the very next day, signalling that he really wanted me to move, to try new things, to get paid accordingly. He had been saying the same things for very long time.

I thought that through.

And after good consideration, I decided to stay.

He'll be furious. He'll be furious knowing that I am comfortable where I am. That I am still loyal to the company who underpaid me, that am loyal to my boss who decided to give that post to a new person, that I dare not stepping out from the box.

*chuckled*

Spidey

We saw the Spiderman-3 last Friday. I had to say that after the 10th minute, I got really really bored. Then it sorta kick off in its own way.

Peter (Tobey McGuire) character is very much the same, the nerd who then revenged for his Uncle Ben’s death. However, in Spiderman-3, Peter is very much famous compared to MJ, unlike in Spidey-1. The fame has taken away his time with Mary Jane (Kirsten Dunst) along with his judgment. It then, with the help of that thingy from outaspace, made him a different person, kinda bad person.

It’s funny though when people portray Superhero as noble, he who can’t do bad or feel bad things and to justify his wrong-doings, we must blame it to an external factor, i..e in this case, an alien possession. I clearly remember what an old friend told me that he doesn’t believe that Satan exist, (btw, where are you now Vanan?), that satan is just created in human’s minds to justify all the wrong doings they have done. It’s like, hey I didn’t mean to hurt you but Satan whispered something to my heart that made me do it. I somehow bought over, not to the idea of inexistence of Satan because they were mentioned in all the holy books, but to the accountability man can put off when it comes to their own wrongdoings.

Back to the Spidey-3. I feel that Harry Osborn (James Franco) character can be polished a little bit more. His behavior when ‘woke up from the amnesia’ is drastically changed and unlike his Father, he tends to sway away from one mood to another that easily. Not really smooth.

But I like the idea that all bad guys turn bad for reasons. The trauma they had when they were small, the Shame Attack at work (eventhough for Spidey-3, it is not really a big deal), the misunderstandings over friends or family, the poverty, etc. However, towards the end, there are always choices to make, whether you want to stay bad or you want to clear things up and be good again. Even Super-Bad-Guy (the inverse of Super-Hero) had reasons, and had choices. This Spidey-3 explained that in the clearest way I’ve seen so far.

In short, things I’ve learnt from the Spidey-3:

1. Forgiving ourselves is very much harder than forgiving others. Once ourselves are forgiven, we could somehow forgive others that easy.

2. A husband has to put his wife before himself. Likewise, I think, in any relationship, we gotta put that someone before ourselves, then it will be a meaningful relationship.

3. Revenge is just a poison killing no one but ourselves.

4. Work will always got in a way of a relationship. Especially work that comes in the forms of telecommunication i.e. cell phones. *chuckled*

5. When troubles come in a relationship, people work things out instead of walk away. Unless you are forced by the Goblin Junior.

6. Love to the children can be the highest form of love on earth.

7. Proposal, should and must be done, in a proper way venue with a proper way thought properly (remind me to teach Azeuchry this when he has a girlfriend). And saying that it is not Asian Culture is a definitely a No-No.

So long!

7th Year and I am a FREE bird!

Today marked the 7th year of me working at this organization, and guess what, it marked my cease of working contract!

I am now free to go, whenever I like, no string attached, no monies to pay back.

Happy Birthday To Me

My birthday was on 28th April. Yes, the big three o.

People this year celebrated it earlier or much later.

The office celebrated it four days earlier. I had my ice cream anyway.

The Man celebrated it two days earlier. We went to see a movie, then had dinner at Chillies. It was fun.

Ex boss is throwing me a birthday bash 5 days after at TGI Friday PJ.

Exactly on my birthday, I met my parents over my aunt's housewarming-do. Didn't get much wishes that day. Plus we were busy with the lunches.

I feel old.

The Man got me a birthday card purchased at memory lane, exactly the same one he got me last year. Proved that he is loyal. He got me a book, "Honk! If you are a Malaysian". He bought me my weekend bag, after the one I used for four years can no longer be fixed.

A Hero In My Sky

So, JFC is finally transferred, he'll be at the new department for a few months before he finally retired. The new department, is apparently, more like a Cold Storage, the kind of department where people create to place people whom are no longer needed.

We knew that he won't be given a proper retirement party. We then decided to throw him a hi-tea, which was last Friday.

It was indeed, a good one.

Firstly, me and The Man had been working on two weekends on getting the pictures converted into video file, zooming out or in, then The Man cracked his head in getting the whole video files into one movie. We added Evanescene's My Immortal and My Chemical Romance's Cancer. I cried many times, even when choosing the song.

So the video started with his name and titled, A Hero in Our Skies. What was his achievement, his passion (mountain climbing and all the other outdoor activities), the team building activities (Jeram Besu, Sungai Perak). What he is known to us, a person who inspired a balanced life i.e. he is the first MD who introduced Personal Goals in KPI, you declared what you’ll achieve personally in that year and rated yourself at the end of Fiscal Year. Then I had each of our photos, including the one that had moved out, with what their think of him, some of us didn’t need the opinion statement to be printed out next to their pixture, I put Baie as the person who holds the fort when JFC was in trouble.

Then, he gave his speech. First he thanked us for the video, he said as usual I never fail to made him cry. Then he talked about what was his journey in the organization (told you, he knew there’ll be no retirement party for him, thus he took this opportunity), he even thank the organization for letting him grow. Then he mentioned a few names that has made this subsidiary, the first MD, the Lady Manager who was efficient and somehow set the working culture here, Baie and Nooras for being knowledgable, and surprisingly, my name. He mentioned that I am the soul of the company. I laughed.

The he talked about the long, painful Domestic Inquiry. He mentioned the names that worked for him, days and nights and again, my name being mentioned again. He paused, many times, before the reservoir broke. Many of us broke, too. Even the guys. He cried, and said, “Clipperseep, I don’t intend to embarrass you but your tears are actually your strength”.

We cried.

Then we ate, the Singgahsana’s laksa was divine. We took picture, which then The Man came to become the photographer. Towads the end, each one of us lined up and shook the departing MD’s hands. We hugged and laughed, and it actually felt good to end it with laugh.

As we end our journey in any organization, we will want to end it with high note. Don’t think this is the case for JFC. But, personally, I think he had been a good friend, an inspiring leader and a strong soul. He has taught me many things that life offered.

Good bye JFC. You are a hero in my sky.

Growing Old and Growing Wiser

These are among the events Clipperseep remembers that made me wiser:

• The fight with Lynn. Eventhough she started it, eventhough she was the one who came in and stormed right to my face, I always believe that if I didn't yell back, she will still be talking to me. I've learnt to control my anger, to remain calm and to just listen to the opinions offered. That was why when an old clerk, the then-Mizanoi came right to charging me stuffs, I remained calm.
• Along's death. I've learnt that chemo hurts, and it hurts the people around too. I've experienced of being helpless seeing someone who has done much to you suffering in pain. That was why when Ikram, Jiji's brother was sick, I couldn't bear to just go there and talk to her. She was in much pain, just like the brother's.
• Amat. I've learnt that friendship between two men can be broken over a girl. The girl was me. I sometimes wondering what'd happened if I chose Amat over Nizam. Would I end up with the Man, too, whom I met after I left Nizam?
• Ever-controlling Alang. I've learnt that I can't help my mom much if she choose not to do anything with the situation. That my role is just there to listen, not to improvise things. That's why when Yan came over me telling how she has fallen in love with someone else, I choose just to listen. And listening, I am, until now.
• Joe-whom-didn't-watch-his-back: I've learnt a lot. First, you can only knew the true friends once you are in deep shit. Second, the friends who still love you will be very much 'panas telinga' when people keep talking about you and your fault (by this I mean the Finance and Audit people, so that I will not be misunderstood). Third, if you hang on to God, you'll be safe.

These are among the major events, from 1997 up to 2007.