Went back to KS with hubby to see Haleef. He missed his boy so much that he can't take another day to wait. Hubby picked me up at the office @ 5.30pm sharp. Asked him on his DI session which happened today. "They just proved themself as a bunch of idiot", he simply said.
The session held in a manner of court proceeding, with a pool of shallow minded assholes consist of a lawyer (more or less more to legal advisor anyway, don't even think he/she even have chambering experience before, huh!), HR Manager, and so-called 'witnesses' which didn't even witnessing the actual accident when it took place. What was that?!.
And hubby defending himself, showing them there are problems with the plane structure as a whole, and the other pilot also experienced the same situation in the past few months. In fact, that other pilot had done much, much more human error than himself, but the company was either kept one eye closed, or simply issued verbally meaningless warnings. They refused his defenses, saying he was out of context, and they're not talking about the past. How can he explain what happened on that very fateful day, since any normal accidents happen it this world of ours, it started as a chain of events that lead to one disaster.
This is what hubby had to pay for working with a Malaysian Idiot company. It is shameless to say that our patriotically sense of being a Malay had been decreased tremendously at this moment. No wonder many people said Malay is very poor at unity, even cooperating with each other on the simplest tasks. Too many PHD (Professor Hasad Dengki) among us. I think they will ignore if hubby hold the lower position & earning less than his manager. Thats just not the case. He happened to hold a higher position & better earning scale, and unfortunately, he has a vast knowledge in what he's doing. In his company, if you try to correct the engineer on the problem or gives a better idea of improvement, you'll be a dead man. Too many politically stupid people, and it is a politically stupid company.
Its like crabs in a box. You can keep a bunch of crabs in a shallow container, and none of them will escape, because as soon as one of them tries to climb out, the others will pull him back in.
Hubby's emotional disaster cooled down at tremendous rate once he saw Haleef's face. I hope he'll be okay.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
A Story about M
I'm reading an article about Narcissistic Personality Disorder from Wikis. Commonly known as NPD, it is some kind of psycological disease which is very rare, almost unheard of. It is described as 'a pervasive pattern of grandiosity, need for admiration, and a lack of empathy'. The victim or patient (whatsoever), which normally called 'The Narcissist', is described as turning inward for gratification rather than depending on others, and as being excessively preoccupied with issues of personal adequacy, power, and prestige. Narcissistic personality disorder is closely linked to self-centeredness.
My former employer's behavior fit the pattern of someone with NPD. She didn't respect anyone else's boundaries, which meant they felt entitled to bully and criticize until their victims were an absolute mess. They are domineering, blaming, self absorbed, intolerant of other's needs, and used rage as a control tactics. Let me just highlight her name as 'M'. She married to a rich guy (which happened to be husband orang, but she proud of doing it, I guess?). Highly ambitious bitch with a dream to be one of the female corporate raider in oil and gas, she's considered pretty petite. But because of her attitude (or the disease maybe?), she's a total jerk you've ever met.
What confusing are the times when she's okay, because then you think everything is getting better. You know what buttons not to push. But then there are new buttons, and no matter how sorry you are, no matter how hard you try, everything you say and do builds up the tension until there's an explosion.
I managed to work stressfully under her for about a year. Along the time, I knew 'M' for exactly what she was, a narcissist who was incapable of caring about anyone but herself. We, the employee, even her own husband, could never change her, or make her aware of her own flaws. 'M' wanted what she wanted. She didn't understand herself any better then a shark was aware of why it wanted to kill and eat. It just did.
So good luck to her, and to the doomed company. May Allah bless all the staff which still working under that roof.
My former employer's behavior fit the pattern of someone with NPD. She didn't respect anyone else's boundaries, which meant they felt entitled to bully and criticize until their victims were an absolute mess. They are domineering, blaming, self absorbed, intolerant of other's needs, and used rage as a control tactics. Let me just highlight her name as 'M'. She married to a rich guy (which happened to be husband orang, but she proud of doing it, I guess?). Highly ambitious bitch with a dream to be one of the female corporate raider in oil and gas, she's considered pretty petite. But because of her attitude (or the disease maybe?), she's a total jerk you've ever met.
What confusing are the times when she's okay, because then you think everything is getting better. You know what buttons not to push. But then there are new buttons, and no matter how sorry you are, no matter how hard you try, everything you say and do builds up the tension until there's an explosion.
I managed to work stressfully under her for about a year. Along the time, I knew 'M' for exactly what she was, a narcissist who was incapable of caring about anyone but herself. We, the employee, even her own husband, could never change her, or make her aware of her own flaws. 'M' wanted what she wanted. She didn't understand herself any better then a shark was aware of why it wanted to kill and eat. It just did.
So good luck to her, and to the doomed company. May Allah bless all the staff which still working under that roof.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Viking ghost in the making
I love watching True Blood series by HBO. Though the script didn't exactly followed the books, it does satisfy the fan who really wanted to have a glimpse on what shud Sookie, Bill & Eric look like. Turned out to be good, in terms of actors of choice. Particularly Eric, played by none other than Alexander Skarsgard. I dun think there wud be any guy that can played Eric other than him. He matched the book description, and he played the character very, very well. Eric is beyond handsome. He is tall. He is full of masculinity. He is ruthless. He is high handed. He is politically self centered entiti. He is certainly a manly man. He is Eric Northman.
'You can take the man out of the Viking era, but you can't take the Viking out of the man'.. CH
'You can take the man out of the Viking era, but you can't take the Viking out of the man'.. CH
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Happy Anniversary
I forgot. And apparently he also totally forgot. After approaching 6th year of marriage bliss, everything went blur and forgotten. Even our wedding anniversary date. I guess we’re just a normal couple with normal pace of decreased memories conflict.
Hubby was not the first guy I’ve ever met. I did have a boyfriend before him. An overly sensitive boyfriend, too emotional with some feline quality which makes me wonders why I adored him so much in the first place. He didn’t read well to criticism. Even when it was gentle and well meant. He wasn’t used to anyone finding fault with him.
I, on the other hand, had been raised on a steady diet of critiques and evaluations.
His changeable mood was the thermostat that regulated our relationship. And as any stupid relationship goes, it went down straight to the drain.
Then I met hubby. He happened to be very intelligent, and a good listener – which is a nice change. We fell in love very quickly. I felt curiously light and buoyant, almost feverish with happiness. It had affected Hubby the same way, which had probably scared the crap out of him during that time, since he was not expected to be ready for any healthy relationship after a relationship train wreck few years back.
I no longer believe in the idea of soul mates, or love at the first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
And now there are 3 of us. Me, hubby and the baby, Haleef. My little family. A miracle. Hubby is so content with Haleef. I know without a doubt this man loves us for exactly who we are. No conditions, no limits. That’s a miracle too. In fact, every day is filled with ordinary miracles. You don’t have to look far to find them.
Happy 6th anniversary dear….
Hubby was not the first guy I’ve ever met. I did have a boyfriend before him. An overly sensitive boyfriend, too emotional with some feline quality which makes me wonders why I adored him so much in the first place. He didn’t read well to criticism. Even when it was gentle and well meant. He wasn’t used to anyone finding fault with him.
I, on the other hand, had been raised on a steady diet of critiques and evaluations.
His changeable mood was the thermostat that regulated our relationship. And as any stupid relationship goes, it went down straight to the drain.
Then I met hubby. He happened to be very intelligent, and a good listener – which is a nice change. We fell in love very quickly. I felt curiously light and buoyant, almost feverish with happiness. It had affected Hubby the same way, which had probably scared the crap out of him during that time, since he was not expected to be ready for any healthy relationship after a relationship train wreck few years back.
I no longer believe in the idea of soul mates, or love at the first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
And now there are 3 of us. Me, hubby and the baby, Haleef. My little family. A miracle. Hubby is so content with Haleef. I know without a doubt this man loves us for exactly who we are. No conditions, no limits. That’s a miracle too. In fact, every day is filled with ordinary miracles. You don’t have to look far to find them.
Happy 6th anniversary dear….
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Emotional Breakdown
My mind totally blank, can't even do the simplest calculation thing. I've faced so many God's trial before,but this is consider the biggest one, apart of the time when I lost my RM16k to that son of a gun.
Allah sentiasa menguji hamba-Nya untuk melihat sejauh mana keimanan kita terhadapNya.
The worst is, I'm facing this during my final exam. I have a paper today at 2.15pm. This is purely God's test to me. Mak & ayah had no words left to calm me down. I'm an absolute turbulent disaster, crying non stop since yesterday evening, when the JKM people took Hajar away from me. Who's Hajar?. Well, she is a new soul sent to me. A newnborn with unlucky past, born by a mother as young as Apis. She's a product of bizarre social problem which looks common nowadays in this so called islamic country, and she has a very beautiful name. Siti Hajar.
Totally felt in love with Hajar the first time I saw her. I'm still crying while writing this, remembering yesterday's commotion when JKM people took her away since she's already under their case. I dont even know that!. Mak & ayah received wrong information on this. JKM took Hajar away since they told us that there will be an interview this Monday and one couple has been called in, since they're under JKM's waiting list. Mak & ayah fought at their best to defend what happened, since that false info also previously given by an assholes which happened to be also one of that JKM people.
The only hope now, is to convince the mother & grandfather to give it to me. Emak called the grandfather yesterday night, & he preferred us to have Hajar instead of the other family since he knew nothing about them. I hope both Farah & his father will have a say on to whom Hajar will be taken care. I'm still clinging for any hope. Any.
Allah sentiasa menguji hamba-Nya untuk melihat sejauh mana keimanan kita terhadapNya.
The worst is, I'm facing this during my final exam. I have a paper today at 2.15pm. This is purely God's test to me. Mak & ayah had no words left to calm me down. I'm an absolute turbulent disaster, crying non stop since yesterday evening, when the JKM people took Hajar away from me. Who's Hajar?. Well, she is a new soul sent to me. A newnborn with unlucky past, born by a mother as young as Apis. She's a product of bizarre social problem which looks common nowadays in this so called islamic country, and she has a very beautiful name. Siti Hajar.
Totally felt in love with Hajar the first time I saw her. I'm still crying while writing this, remembering yesterday's commotion when JKM people took her away since she's already under their case. I dont even know that!. Mak & ayah received wrong information on this. JKM took Hajar away since they told us that there will be an interview this Monday and one couple has been called in, since they're under JKM's waiting list. Mak & ayah fought at their best to defend what happened, since that false info also previously given by an assholes which happened to be also one of that JKM people.
The only hope now, is to convince the mother & grandfather to give it to me. Emak called the grandfather yesterday night, & he preferred us to have Hajar instead of the other family since he knew nothing about them. I hope both Farah & his father will have a say on to whom Hajar will be taken care. I'm still clinging for any hope. Any.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Trouble is her only friend, and he's back again..
Mood: Very, very dark
Felt dark today. A very dark feeling.
I lost both of them. Someone has taken them away from me. Who's to be blamed?
Me, of course. It's just too late... tooo late. Even a snail think faster than me.
Moral of the story: If you really wanted something so badly in your life, don't ever give yourself a chance of second thought. Ever.
I lost the twin babies bidding which supposed to be mine on June. One couple had taken the mother & will nurse her till the labour time. I'm a freak!.
Nauzubillah..sabar..sabar Nana.....
Currently listening to: Carry you home - James Blunt
Felt dark today. A very dark feeling.
I lost both of them. Someone has taken them away from me. Who's to be blamed?
Me, of course. It's just too late... tooo late. Even a snail think faster than me.
Moral of the story: If you really wanted something so badly in your life, don't ever give yourself a chance of second thought. Ever.
I lost the twin babies bidding which supposed to be mine on June. One couple had taken the mother & will nurse her till the labour time. I'm a freak!.
Nauzubillah..sabar..sabar Nana.....
Currently listening to: Carry you home - James Blunt
Monday, April 20, 2009
A Manic Monday
Dress: Company shirt. Shoes: Black pump. Calories: 1800 (not so good). JDM5: 1. Mood: Scary
A very bad start. Shud I say I started the day with a rueful smile? Or a freakin’ piss feeling?. Woke up late today. Alarm yelled at 5.30 as usual, but my eyelids opened only at 6.20. Dragging my feet blindly to the bathroom, I wondered why did I dreamt about Jerry last night?.. Hmmm..so weird. I’d given him a packet of JDM5 to administer his fever, instead of panadol. Stupid yet funny dream, with no specific objective to ponder.
Jump into my baby at 7.19am. Started to search for the portable mp3 player, but nowhere to be found. What the... . Ok..Ok..calm down..breath..breath… but arrgggghh!! Cannot!.
Really felt like to scream out & loud, as that player is the only source of relieve to go through traffic depressions every morning. To make it worse, this is Monday, and I hate Mondays (you know this song?). Why laaa people like to touch things but dunno how to put it back where it belong?... Duhhh!.
Stuck in the car for 1 ½ hours with unfinished feelings, I don’t feel pretty today. Plus the bad clutch system that made my mood worsened. My knees cried for mercy, I guess. Reached office basement at 8.30. White panicked face, I ran to the lift. Guess what?. Lift problem pulak. At this moment I think I’m gonna throw up in front of that metal box. With almost zero spirit, I climbed the stairs at best effort. Stepped into the office with a tight face, unable to smile to anybody.
In desperate needs to listen to Enya songs today..La la la…laaaaa. …. Maybe can relax a bit.
Told Jerry about the dream this morning. “Hah! No wonder aku rasa slim pagi ni. Nampak breakfast terus xde selera!”. Cettt..
Currently listening to : Wild Child – Enya
A very bad start. Shud I say I started the day with a rueful smile? Or a freakin’ piss feeling?. Woke up late today. Alarm yelled at 5.30 as usual, but my eyelids opened only at 6.20. Dragging my feet blindly to the bathroom, I wondered why did I dreamt about Jerry last night?.. Hmmm..so weird. I’d given him a packet of JDM5 to administer his fever, instead of panadol. Stupid yet funny dream, with no specific objective to ponder.
Jump into my baby at 7.19am. Started to search for the portable mp3 player, but nowhere to be found. What the... . Ok..Ok..calm down..breath..breath… but arrgggghh!! Cannot!.
Really felt like to scream out & loud, as that player is the only source of relieve to go through traffic depressions every morning. To make it worse, this is Monday, and I hate Mondays (you know this song?). Why laaa people like to touch things but dunno how to put it back where it belong?... Duhhh!.
Stuck in the car for 1 ½ hours with unfinished feelings, I don’t feel pretty today. Plus the bad clutch system that made my mood worsened. My knees cried for mercy, I guess. Reached office basement at 8.30. White panicked face, I ran to the lift. Guess what?. Lift problem pulak. At this moment I think I’m gonna throw up in front of that metal box. With almost zero spirit, I climbed the stairs at best effort. Stepped into the office with a tight face, unable to smile to anybody.
In desperate needs to listen to Enya songs today..La la la…laaaaa. …. Maybe can relax a bit.
Told Jerry about the dream this morning. “Hah! No wonder aku rasa slim pagi ni. Nampak breakfast terus xde selera!”. Cettt..
Currently listening to : Wild Child – Enya
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I love Mrs Fafau (Fara Fauzana jgn perasan ye..)
9Dress: Mersing shirt. Shoes: Silver flat pump. Calories: Oooo thousands!!!!. JDM5: zero. Mood: Happy.
Attended an extra class by Mrs Fafau, my beloved Economics lecturer this morning. Today’s class is merely a revision class + Q&A session prior to final exam next week. The class held in Kolej Kenanga. So I drove happily to UiTM, sing sang along the way. Entered Kolej Chempaka, which supposed to have Kolej Kenanga on the left side. Turned left, went straight and I ended up in front of dewan makan & lines of tempat sidai baju (ampaian). Where the hell is this?..
Turned out to be that I have followers behind, my classmates which I don’t even know their names are. So after shameful discussions under the tree (since being watched by curious eyes of Kenangarian’s, we were just like hopeless tourists, lost in their own country), we’ve decided to move our gypsy team to another block, in search of that Room 5, Kolej Kenanga (as per Mrs Fafau sms).
Wait.. found another gypsies turning to another junction. Decided to follow the trail, finally we reached the class. Mrs Fafau apologized a lot for totally forgotten to put Kolej Kenanga ‘4’, instead she only mentioned Kolej Kenanga in her sms. Well, Kolej Kenanga is a big, big country, ma’am. Ehehe.
The class started a bit late due to these nonsenses. She’s very funny & brilliant as usual. We did revisions that covered the topic targeted to be in the final exam. The best thing, she remembered me!.. of all people..me??
Should send flowers to her in near time. As a token of gratitude, plus the message “ Puan, jgn lupekan saya masa mark paper nnt yer.. Puan sgt chantek”.
Hmm..brilliant.
Attended an extra class by Mrs Fafau, my beloved Economics lecturer this morning. Today’s class is merely a revision class + Q&A session prior to final exam next week. The class held in Kolej Kenanga. So I drove happily to UiTM, sing sang along the way. Entered Kolej Chempaka, which supposed to have Kolej Kenanga on the left side. Turned left, went straight and I ended up in front of dewan makan & lines of tempat sidai baju (ampaian). Where the hell is this?..
Turned out to be that I have followers behind, my classmates which I don’t even know their names are. So after shameful discussions under the tree (since being watched by curious eyes of Kenangarian’s, we were just like hopeless tourists, lost in their own country), we’ve decided to move our gypsy team to another block, in search of that Room 5, Kolej Kenanga (as per Mrs Fafau sms).
Wait.. found another gypsies turning to another junction. Decided to follow the trail, finally we reached the class. Mrs Fafau apologized a lot for totally forgotten to put Kolej Kenanga ‘4’, instead she only mentioned Kolej Kenanga in her sms. Well, Kolej Kenanga is a big, big country, ma’am. Ehehe.
The class started a bit late due to these nonsenses. She’s very funny & brilliant as usual. We did revisions that covered the topic targeted to be in the final exam. The best thing, she remembered me!.. of all people..me??
Should send flowers to her in near time. As a token of gratitude, plus the message “ Puan, jgn lupekan saya masa mark paper nnt yer.. Puan sgt chantek”.
Hmm..brilliant.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Tak nak kawan Chong
As I planned yesterday, I went to Chong, my brilliant car doctor, to oversee the problem with my satria's clutch. Guessed I knew what the problem already, which means I have to dispense another few hundred bucks & hand it to Chong with the sweetest+painful smile. Once I parked my baby inside the workshop, the doctor greeted me with a big grin from far. "aiyoh.. he still recognize me hehe.. no discount ka Chong?" but the sound refused to get out from my mouth, only lingering stupidly in my brain. So..no discount.
After 'godek sana' 'godek sini' plus checking the God-knows-what cable, he did a mental calculation to figure out how much does it cost. "Itu.. Deiki Japan (I think so) clutch pad 1 set RM350, plus clutch cable RM70, dlm RM420. Ok ka kakak?". I swallowed painfully but remained calm & at peace..cehhh!. Hubby did told me the good clutch set will scratch your pocket a bit. So I guess thats it. "Ok Chong, proceed jer laa. Drpd aku lumpuh minggu depan, baik buat jer skrg".
"Aisey kakak, today cannot lar.. x sempat. Next week can ahh?"...
I think swallowed a fly, and I'm gonna cry.
After 'godek sana' 'godek sini' plus checking the God-knows-what cable, he did a mental calculation to figure out how much does it cost. "Itu.. Deiki Japan (I think so) clutch pad 1 set RM350, plus clutch cable RM70, dlm RM420. Ok ka kakak?". I swallowed painfully but remained calm & at peace..cehhh!. Hubby did told me the good clutch set will scratch your pocket a bit. So I guess thats it. "Ok Chong, proceed jer laa. Drpd aku lumpuh minggu depan, baik buat jer skrg".
"Aisey kakak, today cannot lar.. x sempat. Next week can ahh?"...
I think swallowed a fly, and I'm gonna cry.
Friday, April 17, 2009
When love and hate collide
Dress: Purple Kebaya. Shoes: 4-years old Bata cream heels. JDM5 1 packet. Calories: 2200 (damn!). Mood: mixed
So today I'm wearing my purple kebaya. It's been a long time since I last wear it. Everything looks ok, except for my pimples which growing happily on my face. Reached office quite early today, 8.15am. On my way to pantry, somebody laughed at me for wearing this dress. Hmm..I couldn't care less. My confidence level is just as high as my 3 inch heels.
Dont know why I'm so pissed off with my boss. I thought earlier that I'm the one who's having this mental problem, but turn out to be all my colleague in the team felt the same way. Its not that I hate stammers, but I hate stammers who pretended to be fuckingly bossy & brilliant, yet have no idea what the world is all about.
So, the asst boss suggested us to vote for 'undi tak percaya'. Can ahh?...
So today I'm wearing my purple kebaya. It's been a long time since I last wear it. Everything looks ok, except for my pimples which growing happily on my face. Reached office quite early today, 8.15am. On my way to pantry, somebody laughed at me for wearing this dress. Hmm..I couldn't care less. My confidence level is just as high as my 3 inch heels.
Dont know why I'm so pissed off with my boss. I thought earlier that I'm the one who's having this mental problem, but turn out to be all my colleague in the team felt the same way. Its not that I hate stammers, but I hate stammers who pretended to be fuckingly bossy & brilliant, yet have no idea what the world is all about.
So, the asst boss suggested us to vote for 'undi tak percaya'. Can ahh?...
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Somethin' Stupid
I nearly put Carimin on my shit list on having an office in a damnable area. The super crazy traffic jam started from Puchong till Jalan Tun Razak, caused by a heavy downpour early this morning. My leg numbed from top to bottom. Seriously need a car change, or I’ll be wheel chaired before 50.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Have you ever been in love?
I love Economics. I love my lecturer, and because of her, suddenly I have a new ambition. To become a lecturer just like her!. Haha.. I'm sooo in love with her teaching style.. witty, funny, brilliant etc..etc.. But what's the drawback?. Age of course, plus the slowness of brain maturity to think that the lecturing/teaching career has already in the blood of my family. Well, what do u expect, at the tender age of 15, I already have a dream bigger than the world (during that time lah!), and it has nothing to do with a teaching career. And where it leads me now?, .. Hmmm.. no regret, I still have long journey to go.
Totally not eligible to participate in 'Tenaga Pengajar Muda' scheme anymore. Takpe lah... huhu..
I plan to score A+ for this paper (so confident, yet so poyo!...khikhi)
Totally not eligible to participate in 'Tenaga Pengajar Muda' scheme anymore. Takpe lah... huhu..
I plan to score A+ for this paper (so confident, yet so poyo!...khikhi)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
No Bravery
I'm reading an article from Al-Jazeera online right now. No lunch today as i'm on my fifth day of 'JDM5 Fight for zero fats'. Hehe.
A cargo ship that was trying to deliver aid to Gaza has been seized by Israeli navy troop. The evil troop then escorted detainees & beat them up. Can u imagine?. Unfortunately one of the victim is Jazeera's field reporter and alhamdulillah he is long enough to live & tell the story.
I cant elaborate more on what already happened in Gaza. Everybody know and aware of it. Muslim world, particularly Arab world needs to 'bersatu padu' rather than scratching faces of each other. I can't bear myself anymore to watched Palestinian.. men, women and children been tortured tremendously. One footage which still sit firmly in my mind, an image of children standing on the side of collapsed buildings, holding her dying mother. Arms outstretched into the sky with tears running on his face like a broken damn. With (i guess) a final word been spoken, her mother had died under his son's very own nose. The boy weeping cry..and i can see that there's no bravery in his eyes anymore..
But in any ways, i hold Palestinian at high place. They never give up, and never lose faith. Through the collapsed mosque, they still gather to perform jamaah prays. Their iman stronger every single day. It made me thinking, could we stand at the same par of devoteness like them, should the same war strikes us here?.
A cargo ship that was trying to deliver aid to Gaza has been seized by Israeli navy troop. The evil troop then escorted detainees & beat them up. Can u imagine?. Unfortunately one of the victim is Jazeera's field reporter and alhamdulillah he is long enough to live & tell the story.
I cant elaborate more on what already happened in Gaza. Everybody know and aware of it. Muslim world, particularly Arab world needs to 'bersatu padu' rather than scratching faces of each other. I can't bear myself anymore to watched Palestinian.. men, women and children been tortured tremendously. One footage which still sit firmly in my mind, an image of children standing on the side of collapsed buildings, holding her dying mother. Arms outstretched into the sky with tears running on his face like a broken damn. With (i guess) a final word been spoken, her mother had died under his son's very own nose. The boy weeping cry..and i can see that there's no bravery in his eyes anymore..
But in any ways, i hold Palestinian at high place. They never give up, and never lose faith. Through the collapsed mosque, they still gather to perform jamaah prays. Their iman stronger every single day. It made me thinking, could we stand at the same par of devoteness like them, should the same war strikes us here?.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
This ain't a scene, It's an arms race
Today is the second day in which i managed to jump into my car at 6.30am. What a record.. LDP as usual, jam packed with people from all over the world. Stopped at Petronas Kinrara to cash out few hundred bucks from an atm machine. The machine went crazy, and suddenly..blank. Hmm. I just made my way out, and ignored another bank's atm mach as i didn't felt generous to contribute to MEPS this time.
Reached office 8.00am sharp. Opened the door and smiled victoriously for my achievement today. The day started with a tender preparation and major contracts documents that desperately needed to be cleared from my desk. After a sharp 'word of the day' from the big B, suddenly felt my adrenaline pumping frantically. Everything started to be so fast, hectic, uncomfortable and in hurly burly manner. My head spinning and the left eye felt sooo not good... I started to stress out, feared to make mistakes over and over again!.. But hey!, a life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing!.. am i right?? Hehe..
Reached office 8.00am sharp. Opened the door and smiled victoriously for my achievement today. The day started with a tender preparation and major contracts documents that desperately needed to be cleared from my desk. After a sharp 'word of the day' from the big B, suddenly felt my adrenaline pumping frantically. Everything started to be so fast, hectic, uncomfortable and in hurly burly manner. My head spinning and the left eye felt sooo not good... I started to stress out, feared to make mistakes over and over again!.. But hey!, a life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing!.. am i right?? Hehe..
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Shirley says....
Insurance ia an ingenious modern game of chance in which the player is permitted to enjoy the comfortable conviction that he is beating the man who keeps the table.
Thats what Ambrose Bierce said.
Called one insurance company this afternoon. Just found out from Shirley lady that the bike insurance now have to be equipped with all rider coverage, and it is a 'must'. HB a bit furious i think, not knowing what happened for the past 1 year since his last renewal. Shirley lady must be laughed at us thinking how come a hard core rider like HB didn't aware of it?.... Well mind you 'amada, he's away from his voy for almost a year :). We just have no idea...
Ok..enough said. The bike policy will be renewed tomorrow.
Thats what Ambrose Bierce said.
Called one insurance company this afternoon. Just found out from Shirley lady that the bike insurance now have to be equipped with all rider coverage, and it is a 'must'. HB a bit furious i think, not knowing what happened for the past 1 year since his last renewal. Shirley lady must be laughed at us thinking how come a hard core rider like HB didn't aware of it?.... Well mind you 'amada, he's away from his voy for almost a year :). We just have no idea...
Ok..enough said. The bike policy will be renewed tomorrow.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Latest Blogging-Attempt
Salam.
A day of another hopeless journey to office this morn. Felt like my knees gave away. The highway tantrum made me the 'useless' worker this week.
Well, my brain menthol suddenly on. Why not starts writing (again)?. Neway, not much to be done in this lovely Fri morn.
Now... I present to ya all!.... my latest blogging attempt. Hope it stays foreva.
Dont laugh at me ok...
A day of another hopeless journey to office this morn. Felt like my knees gave away. The highway tantrum made me the 'useless' worker this week.
Well, my brain menthol suddenly on. Why not starts writing (again)?. Neway, not much to be done in this lovely Fri morn.
Now... I present to ya all!.... my latest blogging attempt. Hope it stays foreva.
Dont laugh at me ok...
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