I read my weekly Economist headlines that Harold Pinter was the recipient of this year's Nobel prize for literature. Eew, that's so gross. I had to study his plays for A-levels, and I didn't think they were anything special. I can't believe he won.
I also read in the news that Orhan Pamuk is going to be tried for "allegedly insulint Turkey about its relationship with Armenia and Kurds." I really like Orhan Pamuk. I hope they don't put him in jail. He was also in the running for the Nobel prize for lit.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
My Anniversary
Yesterday was my 2nd Anniversary, and we had dinner at this little Italian restaurant in Puchong. Near my house. It's got really good lasagne, I tried it yesterday. The portion was huge for the price I paid (only RM 13.90). I couldn't finish it. Pizza Uno has a beef lasagne, tiny one for about the same price I think, but this one is much much better. Go try it if you're in the area, the restaurant is called Little Italy. It's got nice decor too.
We had our usual table by the window. I brought the kurma from home wrapped up in cling wrap, and we broke our fast eating them with our drinks. It was a nice dinner. My sayang was so tired afterwards (tired from eating too much I guess), he took a nap straight away, and I watched One Tree Hill on tv.
It was this episode where they had that charity drive thing, and the guys were on auction. And the ex's auctioned for each other. And I was just thinking how weird it was that I was having that type of relationship with my friends in high school, and now I don't have that type of thing going at all. I mean like as in being really open with your ex's, and how a circle of friends would date each other's ex-gf/bf and we wouldn't think much of it. How we would hug and kiss each other hello and good-bye. It didn't matter if someone else hugged my bf or whatever. It's just tradition and there's no emotion involved in it.
I asked my bf why Malaysians don't do that type of thing, and he said cos Malaysians have a jealous nature. I thought about it, and I think yeah.
We had our usual table by the window. I brought the kurma from home wrapped up in cling wrap, and we broke our fast eating them with our drinks. It was a nice dinner. My sayang was so tired afterwards (tired from eating too much I guess), he took a nap straight away, and I watched One Tree Hill on tv.
It was this episode where they had that charity drive thing, and the guys were on auction. And the ex's auctioned for each other. And I was just thinking how weird it was that I was having that type of relationship with my friends in high school, and now I don't have that type of thing going at all. I mean like as in being really open with your ex's, and how a circle of friends would date each other's ex-gf/bf and we wouldn't think much of it. How we would hug and kiss each other hello and good-bye. It didn't matter if someone else hugged my bf or whatever. It's just tradition and there's no emotion involved in it.
I asked my bf why Malaysians don't do that type of thing, and he said cos Malaysians have a jealous nature. I thought about it, and I think yeah.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Back to the usual
Nothing exciting is happening in my life right now. Boring. The only thing I did yesterday was out of the ordinary was go to KLIA after work to pick up my flight ticket and process my visa at the MAS ticketing office. Why'd I go all the way there? Well because on the website it said that particular ticket office will be open till midnight.
I went all the way there, but I still couldn't pick up my ticket anyway because it seems someone has not paid for it yet... that someone being my dad. So they said I can pick it up after the 15th or right before my flight. Okay then. But I did my visa anyway, so the trip wasn't all wasted.
Btw, I'm going to Australia for Raya. To be with my family since they live there. Back to the usual routine then. I've only managed to celebrate Hari Raya in Malaysia these last two years and when I lived in Singapore. When we were in Spore it was easy, cos my grandma's house was only 3 hours away using the Tuas highway to get across. So we'd spend half of the first day of Raya in Singapore and the rest of the day in kampung. All the other Raya's I was somewhere else.
I have no idea what my aunts & uncles and cousins and stuff think of me. They must hate me for not wanting to go back to kampung for raya. Oh well, I'll just have to call my grandma and tell her. I hate talking to my grandma though. One of those things I can't explain. She's just a really negative person. I hate being aroung negative ppl.
I went all the way there, but I still couldn't pick up my ticket anyway because it seems someone has not paid for it yet... that someone being my dad. So they said I can pick it up after the 15th or right before my flight. Okay then. But I did my visa anyway, so the trip wasn't all wasted.
Btw, I'm going to Australia for Raya. To be with my family since they live there. Back to the usual routine then. I've only managed to celebrate Hari Raya in Malaysia these last two years and when I lived in Singapore. When we were in Spore it was easy, cos my grandma's house was only 3 hours away using the Tuas highway to get across. So we'd spend half of the first day of Raya in Singapore and the rest of the day in kampung. All the other Raya's I was somewhere else.
I have no idea what my aunts & uncles and cousins and stuff think of me. They must hate me for not wanting to go back to kampung for raya. Oh well, I'll just have to call my grandma and tell her. I hate talking to my grandma though. One of those things I can't explain. She's just a really negative person. I hate being aroung negative ppl.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
What this month always reminds me of
Fasting month always reminds me of this one incident that took place many years ago during my freshman year at Uni. There was a really nice, a goodie-goodie type guy in my accounts class. He's really innocent and the type that does no evil. He was kinda short but kinda cute. Anyway, it was fasting month at the time, and then one day he musters up the courage to ask me out to buka puasa with him. I think he became more confident when he saw me exit the mosque after terawih prayers. You know, the fact that I actually went to pray terawih at the mosque made him feel that perhaps I was a nice girl after all under all that.
I remember it really well, he was leaning against his bike and having a smoke and talking to a really a good friend of mine, who was his roommate. I was coming out of the masjid with some friends of mine, and then my friend, the guy's roommate waves to me and says hi. So we stop by and say hi. And during the course of the conversation, the guy asks me, "You want to meet me for buka puasa tomorrow?"
I say, surprised, "Oh? Where?"
And he says, "Here at the masjid." Aww that was so sweet, he asks me out on a date, and where? To the masjid ! I thought that was so cute. I told him that it was sweet of him to ask me, but that I already had a bf and would be breaking fast with him instead.
Well, the last I heard of this guy, I forgot his name, was in the first semester of our second year at uni. There was a big hoohaa going on because he'd disappeared. He hadn't come back home both at the campus and in his hometown for months. He was also supposed to contribute to my friend's accounting project, but since he was missing they had to do double work and were really mad at him. Then just like that, out of the blue, he reappears. He returns to his rented house at the campus to gather up his things. He told his housemates (who were my friends) that he had to stop studying because he got married to a widow with two kids. He had to start working to support them. And just like that, he left.
And that was the last I heard of him.
I remember it really well, he was leaning against his bike and having a smoke and talking to a really a good friend of mine, who was his roommate. I was coming out of the masjid with some friends of mine, and then my friend, the guy's roommate waves to me and says hi. So we stop by and say hi. And during the course of the conversation, the guy asks me, "You want to meet me for buka puasa tomorrow?"
I say, surprised, "Oh? Where?"
And he says, "Here at the masjid." Aww that was so sweet, he asks me out on a date, and where? To the masjid ! I thought that was so cute. I told him that it was sweet of him to ask me, but that I already had a bf and would be breaking fast with him instead.
Well, the last I heard of this guy, I forgot his name, was in the first semester of our second year at uni. There was a big hoohaa going on because he'd disappeared. He hadn't come back home both at the campus and in his hometown for months. He was also supposed to contribute to my friend's accounting project, but since he was missing they had to do double work and were really mad at him. Then just like that, out of the blue, he reappears. He returns to his rented house at the campus to gather up his things. He told his housemates (who were my friends) that he had to stop studying because he got married to a widow with two kids. He had to start working to support them. And just like that, he left.
And that was the last I heard of him.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
National Anthem
Hehe! I was so tickled last night when I watched the evening news. Some people in the parliament were outraged that Hattan sang the national anthem at last Saturday's football game in his own tune. He sang the ending differently or something like that. I didn't get to see it myself. But I was laughing about it along with my bf. The ppl in parliament condemned him and they're going to charge him under the Akta Lagu Kebangsaan (National Anthem Act). I didn't even know that law existed! Padan muka dia!
I never really liked that guy, even though we're from the same kampung. He's so cocky. He thinks he's all that. I guess he thinks rockstars can get away with anything.
Well I think they'll let him off if he made a public apology. I don't think he meant to disrespect the national anthem. But it was funny anyway that those members or parliament got mad. I guess there's no room for artistic license for some areas in this country.
Puasa starts tomorrow.
I never really liked that guy, even though we're from the same kampung. He's so cocky. He thinks he's all that. I guess he thinks rockstars can get away with anything.
Well I think they'll let him off if he made a public apology. I don't think he meant to disrespect the national anthem. But it was funny anyway that those members or parliament got mad. I guess there's no room for artistic license for some areas in this country.
Puasa starts tomorrow.
Monday, October 03, 2005
The old neighborhood
I had one of those frustrating weekends where I actually missed my family. Especially on Sundays, those "family day"s. We would usually eat out on our family days. I couldn't spend my Sunday dinner with anyone special so I ate alone. But I went back to a place that I sort of felt comfortable eating alone. So it wasn't so bad.
I went to the bridge again also on Sunday night. I was surprised to find a lot of ppl there. Sometimes I wish that bridge could be mine. I wished that it could belong to me, so that whenever I wanted to be alone there, I could tell everybody to vamoos. It was a nice night, and I bought myself this new poetry notebook. I only write on un-ruled plain white paper. So if anyone wants to buy me a present that I would truly appreciate, they could get me a spiral plain-white paper notebook. Paperchase makes great ones. But the one I bought wasn't a Paperchase, it was an Islamic Arts Museam one (? I think so). I bought it at the MPH, and it wasn't a spiral notebook. And I was also a little disappointed that the paper, although plain white, was quite thin, and the ink of my pen could be seen on the back of the page. Which I hate. So I write on every other page.
Sometimes when you can't be with family, you don't really feel like being with your friends. Cos I just don't like the thought of leaving my empty house to have fun with my buddies and then having to come home to an empty house again. It's like a double blow almost. Everybody else gets to go home to their family. I know I'm supposed to grow up and get used to it already, but seriously it's a lot harder than I thought it would be.
But driving around my old neighborhood did feel good. There's that familiar feeling I get in my chest, and that warmth that makes me smile. I tried to explain it to my bf, but I don't think he gets it at all. I don't think he knows what it feels like to feel happy because you feel safe. I don't think he knows how it feels like to feel alien to some place, and then having to find a spot in that alien place that makes you feel not like an alien. You know what I mean? I don't feel like I belong anywhere. I've been in KL for about 4-5 years now, and during the early years, there wasn't a cafe that I could find that I could call my own place... you know, there wasn't a bakery where I liked to go there cos I liked their bread. I haven't found my place. In all the places I've lived in, I had these places I could go to where the people would know me, and they'd say, "Your usual?" And I would feel comfortable enough to eat there alone, or to sit and drink there alone, because I was a regular. And the other ppl would recognize me as a regular, and then they'd just smile and eat with me while they sat at the other table, and it wouldn't feel like I was eating alone. But I don't know how to explain all this to my bf because I don't think he really understands. Even when he says he does, I get the feeling that he's just saying it to shut me up.
I haven't really found that type of place truly yet, but I think my old neighborhood has a lot of potential.
Sometimes I worry that if we can't connect on certain things, it'll be difficult for us in the future. But I really don't know how to make a person understand all these things that make me feel secure. I hope he reads this and he understands better.
I went to the bridge again also on Sunday night. I was surprised to find a lot of ppl there. Sometimes I wish that bridge could be mine. I wished that it could belong to me, so that whenever I wanted to be alone there, I could tell everybody to vamoos. It was a nice night, and I bought myself this new poetry notebook. I only write on un-ruled plain white paper. So if anyone wants to buy me a present that I would truly appreciate, they could get me a spiral plain-white paper notebook. Paperchase makes great ones. But the one I bought wasn't a Paperchase, it was an Islamic Arts Museam one (? I think so). I bought it at the MPH, and it wasn't a spiral notebook. And I was also a little disappointed that the paper, although plain white, was quite thin, and the ink of my pen could be seen on the back of the page. Which I hate. So I write on every other page.
Sometimes when you can't be with family, you don't really feel like being with your friends. Cos I just don't like the thought of leaving my empty house to have fun with my buddies and then having to come home to an empty house again. It's like a double blow almost. Everybody else gets to go home to their family. I know I'm supposed to grow up and get used to it already, but seriously it's a lot harder than I thought it would be.
But driving around my old neighborhood did feel good. There's that familiar feeling I get in my chest, and that warmth that makes me smile. I tried to explain it to my bf, but I don't think he gets it at all. I don't think he knows what it feels like to feel happy because you feel safe. I don't think he knows how it feels like to feel alien to some place, and then having to find a spot in that alien place that makes you feel not like an alien. You know what I mean? I don't feel like I belong anywhere. I've been in KL for about 4-5 years now, and during the early years, there wasn't a cafe that I could find that I could call my own place... you know, there wasn't a bakery where I liked to go there cos I liked their bread. I haven't found my place. In all the places I've lived in, I had these places I could go to where the people would know me, and they'd say, "Your usual?" And I would feel comfortable enough to eat there alone, or to sit and drink there alone, because I was a regular. And the other ppl would recognize me as a regular, and then they'd just smile and eat with me while they sat at the other table, and it wouldn't feel like I was eating alone. But I don't know how to explain all this to my bf because I don't think he really understands. Even when he says he does, I get the feeling that he's just saying it to shut me up.
I haven't really found that type of place truly yet, but I think my old neighborhood has a lot of potential.
Sometimes I worry that if we can't connect on certain things, it'll be difficult for us in the future. But I really don't know how to make a person understand all these things that make me feel secure. I hope he reads this and he understands better.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
First impressions
I met my future parents-in-law last Sunday for the first time. We were all attending my bf's nephew's 2nd birthday party. He's an adorable kid, and we all love him, which is probably the only thing all of us had in common. Nah, okay, I guess that's being too extreme. I know that they'll have their first impressions of me, but I have my own first impression of them, and the first thing that struck me was they were remarkably different from my own parents.
Well of course you're allowed some differences, but the differences were stark. But I expected as much, so I didn't leave the place feeling disappointed or anything like that. They're nice people, don't get me wrong. But compared to the reception my parents gave my bf when they first met him, the reception his parents gave me was markedly cold. It was so bad, after salam-ing the mum, she even moved away to sit at a different table from me! Now is that a signal that she thinks I'm whore or isn't it? (FYI, I'm not one).
But I was dressed very decently too, in a really nice loose bohemian-type shirt in earthy colors. And jeans. It wasn't even tight, and you couldn't even see my butt, which I think is my best asset. (Yeah, yeah, for those who know how I look like, please refrain from commenting...)
Anyway, after that, we had to move into another room in the restaurant because the place was wrongly booked. And I thought I didn't want to have her move her seat away from me twice, so I sat far away from them. Then I guess the dad felt bad, because he asked me to move closer. When I did move closer, he was the only one who tried to speak to me, whilst his mother turned her head away most of the time I was sitting in front of them and did not utter another word to me. For all the 2 hours we were there.
Oh well, not that I mind. If she dislikes me, she dislikes me. After all, I dislike quite a number of ppl in this world. She probably thinks I manipulate her son. I don't think she gives him enough credit. I think he's very capable of controlling any situation that we're in. I even think he's the more dominant one in the relationship. She probably thinks I look like this snobby person. People often mistake me for a snobby or pompous person because I'm just mean sometimes.
But it doesn't really matter because in the end, it's not his mom I'm marrying, it's him. And I just thank my lucky stars my parents are friendly ppl despite all their other flaws... And I guess I'll just have to work on making things better with his mom.
Well of course you're allowed some differences, but the differences were stark. But I expected as much, so I didn't leave the place feeling disappointed or anything like that. They're nice people, don't get me wrong. But compared to the reception my parents gave my bf when they first met him, the reception his parents gave me was markedly cold. It was so bad, after salam-ing the mum, she even moved away to sit at a different table from me! Now is that a signal that she thinks I'm whore or isn't it? (FYI, I'm not one).
But I was dressed very decently too, in a really nice loose bohemian-type shirt in earthy colors. And jeans. It wasn't even tight, and you couldn't even see my butt, which I think is my best asset. (Yeah, yeah, for those who know how I look like, please refrain from commenting...)
Anyway, after that, we had to move into another room in the restaurant because the place was wrongly booked. And I thought I didn't want to have her move her seat away from me twice, so I sat far away from them. Then I guess the dad felt bad, because he asked me to move closer. When I did move closer, he was the only one who tried to speak to me, whilst his mother turned her head away most of the time I was sitting in front of them and did not utter another word to me. For all the 2 hours we were there.
Oh well, not that I mind. If she dislikes me, she dislikes me. After all, I dislike quite a number of ppl in this world. She probably thinks I manipulate her son. I don't think she gives him enough credit. I think he's very capable of controlling any situation that we're in. I even think he's the more dominant one in the relationship. She probably thinks I look like this snobby person. People often mistake me for a snobby or pompous person because I'm just mean sometimes.
But it doesn't really matter because in the end, it's not his mom I'm marrying, it's him. And I just thank my lucky stars my parents are friendly ppl despite all their other flaws... And I guess I'll just have to work on making things better with his mom.
Friday, September 23, 2005
A Tree
I'm like this tree,
A very old tree, maybe an olive tree.
My trunk is gnarled and twisted,
And my bark scorched by the sun.
During the dry season,
When there is no water to quench my thirst,
I become dry and my branches brittle.
When the hard wind blows,
My arms (the branches) will break.
I only seem strong, with my roots buried in the ground.
But I can only wait for an act of God, like in a thunderstorm
To break me in two.
But you, oh blade of grass,
I wish I was like you.
Growing long and slender,
And swaying in the breeze beside me.
You are small, and may not ever grow as big as me.
But no matter how hard the gust of wind,
And no matter how heavy the rain,
They will not uproot you
Nor blow you away.
If you are cut, you will grow again.
Such is your strength that I envy.
How can I ever be like you?
When God has made me who I am,
And you, you.
Can a tree, so set in its ways
transform into grass?
Alas, my friend, as strong as you are
And as determined as I am,
Neither you or I can make me
Into something I was never destined to be.
A very old tree, maybe an olive tree.
My trunk is gnarled and twisted,
And my bark scorched by the sun.
During the dry season,
When there is no water to quench my thirst,
I become dry and my branches brittle.
When the hard wind blows,
My arms (the branches) will break.
I only seem strong, with my roots buried in the ground.
But I can only wait for an act of God, like in a thunderstorm
To break me in two.
But you, oh blade of grass,
I wish I was like you.
Growing long and slender,
And swaying in the breeze beside me.
You are small, and may not ever grow as big as me.
But no matter how hard the gust of wind,
And no matter how heavy the rain,
They will not uproot you
Nor blow you away.
If you are cut, you will grow again.
Such is your strength that I envy.
How can I ever be like you?
When God has made me who I am,
And you, you.
Can a tree, so set in its ways
transform into grass?
Alas, my friend, as strong as you are
And as determined as I am,
Neither you or I can make me
Into something I was never destined to be.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
I'm like this big kid
Yesterday was the Rockstar INXS finale. Which is like my favorite show because of all the talented ppl in it. There were 3 finalists, Mig, JD and Marty. And even though Marty was my favorite (and still is) from the very beginning, I didn't want him to win and land the job as INXS's frontman because I felt that his talents would be better expressed as a solo artist or as a singer of his own band. (As opposed to a singer of an established band, with an established sound). I really wanted JD to win, because I thought Mig was too theatrical. And plus JD's good, because he has that deep, dark thing going like Michael Hutchins. And whaddaya know? JD won, and I was really glad.
After the show, I was really excited, and my bf couldn't get me to sleep. He was trying to tuck me in, but I just kept wanting to talk about the show, and all the possibilities. The possibilities being Marty gets a recording contract, Marty gets to do a record with his own band, Marty gets to perfect his own sound... I'll be the first to buy Marty's cd, etc etc. I was excited about that.
Then I wake up the next day, and I come to work, and what do I find myself doing? I log on and start reading Marty's blogs. From the show, I found out that Dave Navarro can be a really nice guy.
Then my boss arrives and asks me if he can have a word. Okay. He asks me if I feel challenged by my job. And I say, Yeah. Right now, still yeah. I told him not to worry and that I'll tell him when I get bored. I won't send up a resignation letter or anything right that. Right now, I'm just waiting for more challenges to come. Like the PONL integration, the new systems integration, etc etc. I think right now I'm still finding my way around to getting comfortable. I'm still perfecting my skills...
Today is also Hafiz's last day. Well sort of. Hafiz is my colleague here and was also from Uniten. He's a genius. Anyway, he's being posted to Dubai. And he's flying off this week or next week. All the best to him, cos he's a really nice guy. We're going to have a farewell lunch for him later, so I'm going to leave some empty space in my stomach.
After the show, I was really excited, and my bf couldn't get me to sleep. He was trying to tuck me in, but I just kept wanting to talk about the show, and all the possibilities. The possibilities being Marty gets a recording contract, Marty gets to do a record with his own band, Marty gets to perfect his own sound... I'll be the first to buy Marty's cd, etc etc. I was excited about that.
Then I wake up the next day, and I come to work, and what do I find myself doing? I log on and start reading Marty's blogs. From the show, I found out that Dave Navarro can be a really nice guy.
Then my boss arrives and asks me if he can have a word. Okay. He asks me if I feel challenged by my job. And I say, Yeah. Right now, still yeah. I told him not to worry and that I'll tell him when I get bored. I won't send up a resignation letter or anything right that. Right now, I'm just waiting for more challenges to come. Like the PONL integration, the new systems integration, etc etc. I think right now I'm still finding my way around to getting comfortable. I'm still perfecting my skills...
Today is also Hafiz's last day. Well sort of. Hafiz is my colleague here and was also from Uniten. He's a genius. Anyway, he's being posted to Dubai. And he's flying off this week or next week. All the best to him, cos he's a really nice guy. We're going to have a farewell lunch for him later, so I'm going to leave some empty space in my stomach.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Aigh
I woke up this morning with a slight headache. It's not a good start...
Should I wear glasses in front of the comp monitor? What's it gonna take to get rid of this headache...
Slowly, I reach for my minyak cap kapak...
Should I wear glasses in front of the comp monitor? What's it gonna take to get rid of this headache...
Slowly, I reach for my minyak cap kapak...
Monday, September 19, 2005
Weekend out of the ordinary
It's not everyday you get a wedding invitation to Nik Izham's wedding. He was the shyiest guy in our Form 6 class. It's been literally years since I last saw him. So when my best friend cancelled his birthday dinner plans last Saturday, I made a split second decision to actually go to my old schoolmate's wedding, even though it was already 6.30pm, and the wedding started at 8.00pm... in Melaka! I wasn't even dressed yet. Melaka, at the least is 1 1/2 hours away from KL. So I would have to leave immediately if I want to get there in time.
My bf had some funeral to go to or something so he couldn't drive me. I call up my other old school mates invited to the wedding, hoping to get a ride, but they were already on the highway. So I had to drive alone, all the way, about 80-90km to Melaka.. at night.. alone. But I was up to the challenge. I showered, got dressed in a rush, did not do my hair, did not put on any make up (I figured I'd do it in the parking lot when I arrived), and left my house a little before 7.
In the invitation, it's stated that guests should arrive at 7.45 pm.
I drove like a mad woman. When I got to the highway, I was doing 120-140km/h all the way. It was so damn freaky. I've never felt the wheel of my car shake like that before. The highway had no lights, and I thought the journey would never end... it felt like if I kept on driving, sooner or later my car would fall into the sea at the tip of Johor.
Like a miracle, I arrived in Melaka at 8.06 pm. Whew. Parked my car at the hall around 8.15 pm. Was in the hall seated and reunited with my buddies before the bride and groom arrived. We even got to sit at the VIP table! Wow. And that's not all... I got the biggest shock of my life (and all my friends did, too, they kept telling me, "We just found out that she's different"), my old friend married someone much older than him, and who has 3 kids from a previous marriage. Wow. An instant father.
But he seemed very happy though, and the bride, too. And he was happy to see me make it. I was happy, too. I rarely do such crazy things (like drive at 140 km on the highway), but this was worth it. It was nice to meet up with everyone again. And at least when the night was over, I didn't have to drive alone... (I didn't even have to drive actually, someone else drove my car for me... ) All in all, I'd say it was a productive weekend.
My bf had some funeral to go to or something so he couldn't drive me. I call up my other old school mates invited to the wedding, hoping to get a ride, but they were already on the highway. So I had to drive alone, all the way, about 80-90km to Melaka.. at night.. alone. But I was up to the challenge. I showered, got dressed in a rush, did not do my hair, did not put on any make up (I figured I'd do it in the parking lot when I arrived), and left my house a little before 7.
In the invitation, it's stated that guests should arrive at 7.45 pm.
I drove like a mad woman. When I got to the highway, I was doing 120-140km/h all the way. It was so damn freaky. I've never felt the wheel of my car shake like that before. The highway had no lights, and I thought the journey would never end... it felt like if I kept on driving, sooner or later my car would fall into the sea at the tip of Johor.
Like a miracle, I arrived in Melaka at 8.06 pm. Whew. Parked my car at the hall around 8.15 pm. Was in the hall seated and reunited with my buddies before the bride and groom arrived. We even got to sit at the VIP table! Wow. And that's not all... I got the biggest shock of my life (and all my friends did, too, they kept telling me, "We just found out that she's different"), my old friend married someone much older than him, and who has 3 kids from a previous marriage. Wow. An instant father.
But he seemed very happy though, and the bride, too. And he was happy to see me make it. I was happy, too. I rarely do such crazy things (like drive at 140 km on the highway), but this was worth it. It was nice to meet up with everyone again. And at least when the night was over, I didn't have to drive alone... (I didn't even have to drive actually, someone else drove my car for me... ) All in all, I'd say it was a productive weekend.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Tired
You know my sister has a blog on this, but I don't know what the url is.
And today is Friday! Yay! But the plumber is coming on Saturday... what a bummer. I'm supposed to go to my friend's wedding, Saturday night, an old school friend, but I don't think that's gonna happen. Hmmm... I'm going to have to email or call someone today to tell them I can't make it.
Health wise I don't feel too good. And I'm quite sleepy this morning.
But yesterday's Rockstar INXS was really good and yet sad as well, cos I really liked Suzie, and then it's just these 3 ppl left. I don't really like Mig all that much, cos he's so theatrical. Ripping his shirt down the middle was a bit much. But that's just my opinion anyway. In my opinion too, Marty is better off as a kind of solo artist. He is my favorite rockstar. He seems the most grounded. And I love the way he performs. I liked "Trees" too, it's catchy.
But Rockstar INXS is my favorite show since moving into my new apartment. And can you believe it, I've been living there for like a month already? A month and a 2 weeks. Whew! Time flies so fast...
I'm really tired, but I got a ton of work...
And today is Friday! Yay! But the plumber is coming on Saturday... what a bummer. I'm supposed to go to my friend's wedding, Saturday night, an old school friend, but I don't think that's gonna happen. Hmmm... I'm going to have to email or call someone today to tell them I can't make it.
Health wise I don't feel too good. And I'm quite sleepy this morning.
But yesterday's Rockstar INXS was really good and yet sad as well, cos I really liked Suzie, and then it's just these 3 ppl left. I don't really like Mig all that much, cos he's so theatrical. Ripping his shirt down the middle was a bit much. But that's just my opinion anyway. In my opinion too, Marty is better off as a kind of solo artist. He is my favorite rockstar. He seems the most grounded. And I love the way he performs. I liked "Trees" too, it's catchy.
But Rockstar INXS is my favorite show since moving into my new apartment. And can you believe it, I've been living there for like a month already? A month and a 2 weeks. Whew! Time flies so fast...
I'm really tired, but I got a ton of work...
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Papaya for breakfast
You know I hate ppl who drive in the middle of two lanes. And when you flash them with your lights they still don't understand. And then you have to honk at them, and then they give you this look. Stupid ppl. Why can't they just be better drivers?
I can totally understand road rage. Sometimes you just get so pissed off on the road at inconsiderate drivers. But road rage til you kill someone? Nah. That's going overboard.
I'm really into the new Padi album. It's really good. The first time I played the whole thing, there was one song, just from the sound of it made me cry. I wasn't really listening to the lyrics but the rhythm of it and the way it was played rekindled some buried emotions. I'm not even sure if I could describe what emotions, but it's there. I guess it's regret mixed with longing. Or something else.
I had a dream last night of Redha and Anas, the infamous tag-team back in my highschool. I was like their big sister. After I woke up, I was determined to make this day better than yesterday. And plus I have to get my picture taken (which I hate) for that interview thingie...
I can totally understand road rage. Sometimes you just get so pissed off on the road at inconsiderate drivers. But road rage til you kill someone? Nah. That's going overboard.
I'm really into the new Padi album. It's really good. The first time I played the whole thing, there was one song, just from the sound of it made me cry. I wasn't really listening to the lyrics but the rhythm of it and the way it was played rekindled some buried emotions. I'm not even sure if I could describe what emotions, but it's there. I guess it's regret mixed with longing. Or something else.
I had a dream last night of Redha and Anas, the infamous tag-team back in my highschool. I was like their big sister. After I woke up, I was determined to make this day better than yesterday. And plus I have to get my picture taken (which I hate) for that interview thingie...
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Another Tuesday
Guess what they got me doing at work? They want to interview me for this thing that they've got on our global intranet (since I made my fame during the previous townhall forum we had with P&O). I think this company is going a little bit overboard on this thing. They timed it so that my little question and answer will be launched online on the same day our P&O colleauges get their user id's and they can log onto our websites as employees. So when they click on "Home" they'll see the link to my interview thingie. You see the propaganda? They're hoping I say something inspirational again.
The questions are quite tough, too, like in that testing sort of way. You know, like I keep asking myself, "Is this a test to my loyalty?" since you know I made that speech about loyalty... (check out my previous entry entitled "One of those lucky things"). Due date is tomorrow to complete the answers to the interview. Aigh.
My boyfriend has proven to be quite the future husband, I must say, in more ways than one. I feel safer with him around, even though sayang if you're reading this, sometimes I'm not safe from you! But I really appreciate what you did yesterday, in sorting things out. Thanks. That's all I'm going to say, not revealing anything to any of you...
The questions are quite tough, too, like in that testing sort of way. You know, like I keep asking myself, "Is this a test to my loyalty?" since you know I made that speech about loyalty... (check out my previous entry entitled "One of those lucky things"). Due date is tomorrow to complete the answers to the interview. Aigh.
My boyfriend has proven to be quite the future husband, I must say, in more ways than one. I feel safer with him around, even though sayang if you're reading this, sometimes I'm not safe from you! But I really appreciate what you did yesterday, in sorting things out. Thanks. That's all I'm going to say, not revealing anything to any of you...
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
One of those lucky things
Two nights ago we had this meeting, a forum. We're taking over this other company, P&O, and we came under attack basically by the P&O management. We are going to offer jobs to our new colleagues, but obviously it wasn't enough for them. Even when our area manager was being totally welcoming, they bombed us. They were very rude and insulting, if you asked me. And then I did one of those things that I always manage to do. It's not even anything spectacular. But it was just done at the right moment I guess. I stepped up to the microphone (cos we had microphones standing at the aisle for everybody to voice out their issues) and said what anybody could have said. But no one else had said anything. No one else apart from our managers of course. Not even the P&O staff were standing up and saying anything. We were just hearing all this shit from their managers.
What really got to me was when this guy stood up and said, "P&O staff are really loyal. We don't want to leave the company." Whoever said anything about leaving the company?? We're offering you jobs for God's sake! And this other guy said, "P&O staff are much older than Maersk staff. We're very loyal to the company." So what? Young people can't be loyal too?
So enough was enough, and it was getting pretty late too (the meeting was at night), and I stepped up to the mike and said what was on everyone else's mind, I said, "I just wanted to say before the night was over that Maersk staff are loyal, too. Even at the lower level, like me, we're very committed, I'm very committed to making this Maersk-P&O union work."
And that's it. That's all I said. And everybody clapped. But anybody could have stood up there and said that. I don't think what I said was anything truly special even until now. But I impressed my area manager, and he must have asked my country manager what my name was, cos I received this email the next day thanking me for standing up and saying what I said. I was really touched, because it was totally unexpected. But there was something that he said in the mail, his last words, that really said it all. He said, "the environment you chose was difficult, and is a further show of your character." I read that last bit over and over and over. Because yeah, he's totally right. It is a definite show of my character. And I used to think it was a bad thing, to always want to defend myself and defend others, to always fight back when I'm being oppressed, but this time someone's gone and said it was a good thing.
So I'm rethinking everything, and I guess sometimes being outspoken is good, and sometimes it's bad. I guess you just have to choose your words carefully and pick the right time to say them. But I'm glad that he could pick out bits of my character from what I did that night, and I'm glad that he has let me know, because rarely does someone commend you for doing things that come so naturally.
What really got to me was when this guy stood up and said, "P&O staff are really loyal. We don't want to leave the company." Whoever said anything about leaving the company?? We're offering you jobs for God's sake! And this other guy said, "P&O staff are much older than Maersk staff. We're very loyal to the company." So what? Young people can't be loyal too?
So enough was enough, and it was getting pretty late too (the meeting was at night), and I stepped up to the mike and said what was on everyone else's mind, I said, "I just wanted to say before the night was over that Maersk staff are loyal, too. Even at the lower level, like me, we're very committed, I'm very committed to making this Maersk-P&O union work."
And that's it. That's all I said. And everybody clapped. But anybody could have stood up there and said that. I don't think what I said was anything truly special even until now. But I impressed my area manager, and he must have asked my country manager what my name was, cos I received this email the next day thanking me for standing up and saying what I said. I was really touched, because it was totally unexpected. But there was something that he said in the mail, his last words, that really said it all. He said, "the environment you chose was difficult, and is a further show of your character." I read that last bit over and over and over. Because yeah, he's totally right. It is a definite show of my character. And I used to think it was a bad thing, to always want to defend myself and defend others, to always fight back when I'm being oppressed, but this time someone's gone and said it was a good thing.
So I'm rethinking everything, and I guess sometimes being outspoken is good, and sometimes it's bad. I guess you just have to choose your words carefully and pick the right time to say them. But I'm glad that he could pick out bits of my character from what I did that night, and I'm glad that he has let me know, because rarely does someone commend you for doing things that come so naturally.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Two days after Merdeka
My merdeka was fun. I did nothing but sleep all day. Yeah. That's the life. Merdeka night itself was okay too. I was at home and I could see fireworks from four different places from my balcony. Quite cool. I received this sms on my phone from a dear dear friend of mine. Don't get me wrong, I adore her! But she is a staunch member of Puteri UMNO and I had mixed feelings about the message she sent me, which said: "Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan. Keranamu Malaysia."
It was the 'Keranamu Malaysia' that got to me. That is the cheesiest thing to say, even if you're trying to be patriotic. I can think of so many other ways of being patriotic and not have to say 'Keranamu Malaysia'. It so turned me off that I didn't reply, which was really bad of me. Oh well.
Today I'm meant to be all energetic, because my counterpart in Johor is coming up to KL for a meeting. Well, she's not really my counterpart, she's just someone whose job description is quite close to mine and we have to liase with each other a lot. I'm meant to take her out for lunch and everything. I really don't know where to bring her except Subang Parade (the mall next to my office). But I'm just not in the mood. In fact, I'm really tired, and I thought of taking MC because I can feel a fever coming up.
Ugh, listening to myself makes me realise that I'm such a party pooper!
It was the 'Keranamu Malaysia' that got to me. That is the cheesiest thing to say, even if you're trying to be patriotic. I can think of so many other ways of being patriotic and not have to say 'Keranamu Malaysia'. It so turned me off that I didn't reply, which was really bad of me. Oh well.
Today I'm meant to be all energetic, because my counterpart in Johor is coming up to KL for a meeting. Well, she's not really my counterpart, she's just someone whose job description is quite close to mine and we have to liase with each other a lot. I'm meant to take her out for lunch and everything. I really don't know where to bring her except Subang Parade (the mall next to my office). But I'm just not in the mood. In fact, I'm really tired, and I thought of taking MC because I can feel a fever coming up.
Ugh, listening to myself makes me realise that I'm such a party pooper!
Monday, August 29, 2005
Good weekend
I think I had a good weekend. Well good enough. But there was an Italian restaurant that I really liked and I wanted to have dinner there on Saturday night, but didn't get to. Instead we went to this other one at One Utama, Italiannies, it was okay. But not that great. But come to think of it, I wouldn't really go there again, unless I was really hungry. For the price, it's not worth it.
But I still can't shake off this feeling of exhaustion which I still have in my shoulders and in my back. It's fatigue from moving house, packing and unpacking, and shopping for household goods and appliances... it's so tiring. I've just put up the curtains to my bedroom last Saturday. And I still haven't finished unpacking, so I'm so tired. And I just want to sleep! For a long long time.
So maybe I'll take leave on Friday. Let me think about it.
Wednesday is Merdeka. I'm not really in the Merdeka mood. And I don't really think there is such a thing as the bangsa Malaysia... not just yet at least. How can you have a bangsa Malaysia with racially segregated political parties? That's just nuts. But anyway, until 2020... who knows.
But I still can't shake off this feeling of exhaustion which I still have in my shoulders and in my back. It's fatigue from moving house, packing and unpacking, and shopping for household goods and appliances... it's so tiring. I've just put up the curtains to my bedroom last Saturday. And I still haven't finished unpacking, so I'm so tired. And I just want to sleep! For a long long time.
So maybe I'll take leave on Friday. Let me think about it.
Wednesday is Merdeka. I'm not really in the Merdeka mood. And I don't really think there is such a thing as the bangsa Malaysia... not just yet at least. How can you have a bangsa Malaysia with racially segregated political parties? That's just nuts. But anyway, until 2020... who knows.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Rockstar
I really like that show Rockstar INXS. I guess I like it because it's a genre of music that I love, and I can relate to it better than American Idol/Malaysian Idol/Pop Idol/Akademi Fantasia. Every single show they're performing rock songs that I know and love, so it's actually nice to root for each of the contestants. But my favorite is Marty, because he seems really grounded and true to himself. And plus he sings really well.
Anyway, the other night, he performed a song that came from my childhood that really evoked a lot of old memories. It was "I Alone" by Live. It's funny how you remember the lyrics to a song even though you haven't heard it in a long, long, time. And it's funny how you start to remember all the little things related to that song. I have Live's cd, Throwing Copper somewhere in my house, but I haven't played it in a long while. But I remember, during the time when I was really into Live, around the age of 15/16, my best friend chucked the cassette down to me from his balcony and I didn't manage to catch it, and it hit the ground and broke. So I bought him a new one, and I bought the cd for myself.
"I Alone" and "Lightning Crashes", "Selling the Drama" and "All Over You" and all the other songs on the album really reminds me of the gang back in 5i. There was Jason, Carl, David, Wilcox, Adam, Matt and Robert. And the girls, me, Rebecca, Kerensa, Clara, Agness. And it reminded me of Jason's band. With Ian on drums, Jase on guitar and Cox on bass. And it reminded me of the video that we made for Rebecca before she left. And all these things... And I really wonder what happened to those guys, especially Jase cos he was my closest guy friend out of the bunch but the one I didn't manage to keep in touch with. He sort of found me though, and left a testimonial on my friendster, thru Clara, but he did that purposely so that I can't find him again. I think.
It would be nice to tell those guys that I'm getting married. (Yeah like in 2006/2007) They were such a big part of my life back then in boarding school, it'll be nice to have them there at my wedding. I grew up with these ppl. I was talking to an old friend of mine yesterday, and he said it'd be good to tell Carl, my ex, that I'm getting married. Not that he'd care, I think, but maybe it's just nice to let him know anyway. Yeah maybe. If I ever bump into him. Which I don't. Because I think we made a promise or a curse or something, never to see each other again, ever. Yeah. Which is why everybody else bumps into him (and they tell me about it), but I never do. Which I think is sort of cool in that spooky way.
And all these feelings came up just because of Rockstar...
Anyway, the other night, he performed a song that came from my childhood that really evoked a lot of old memories. It was "I Alone" by Live. It's funny how you remember the lyrics to a song even though you haven't heard it in a long, long, time. And it's funny how you start to remember all the little things related to that song. I have Live's cd, Throwing Copper somewhere in my house, but I haven't played it in a long while. But I remember, during the time when I was really into Live, around the age of 15/16, my best friend chucked the cassette down to me from his balcony and I didn't manage to catch it, and it hit the ground and broke. So I bought him a new one, and I bought the cd for myself.
"I Alone" and "Lightning Crashes", "Selling the Drama" and "All Over You" and all the other songs on the album really reminds me of the gang back in 5i. There was Jason, Carl, David, Wilcox, Adam, Matt and Robert. And the girls, me, Rebecca, Kerensa, Clara, Agness. And it reminded me of Jason's band. With Ian on drums, Jase on guitar and Cox on bass. And it reminded me of the video that we made for Rebecca before she left. And all these things... And I really wonder what happened to those guys, especially Jase cos he was my closest guy friend out of the bunch but the one I didn't manage to keep in touch with. He sort of found me though, and left a testimonial on my friendster, thru Clara, but he did that purposely so that I can't find him again. I think.
It would be nice to tell those guys that I'm getting married. (Yeah like in 2006/2007) They were such a big part of my life back then in boarding school, it'll be nice to have them there at my wedding. I grew up with these ppl. I was talking to an old friend of mine yesterday, and he said it'd be good to tell Carl, my ex, that I'm getting married. Not that he'd care, I think, but maybe it's just nice to let him know anyway. Yeah maybe. If I ever bump into him. Which I don't. Because I think we made a promise or a curse or something, never to see each other again, ever. Yeah. Which is why everybody else bumps into him (and they tell me about it), but I never do. Which I think is sort of cool in that spooky way.
And all these feelings came up just because of Rockstar...
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Last night
The nasties follow me around everywhere. My bf calls it "setan" or "the devil". This used to happen the last time I lived alone. I'd be sleeping and suddenly I would feel someone else sitting on my bed, even though there is no one else in the house... it's freaky. Last night I was already half-asleep, then I heard something drop to the floor in my bathroom. The door of my bathroom was ajar, and I could see inside it from where I was lying down on my bed, and I could see that the towels were still hanging on the hook, and everything else is where it should be, so I freaked out.
What could it be? What could have made that noise. I called my bf, but of course he only got annoyed. He told me to check outside. I didn't know how to tell him that the noise came from inside my room. It was very loud, and very nearby. But I checked outside anyway. Nothing. None of the windows were open, the wind could not have blown anything down... So when he called again to make sure I was okay, I just told him that it must be the neighbours that moved in upstairs. It could have been, who knows?
But still the sound was unmistakable. It's one of those things you can sense. The nasties like to play tricks on you when they know you're vulnerable and alone. I hope they go away. They go away once they know you're not afraid of them anymore.
What could it be? What could have made that noise. I called my bf, but of course he only got annoyed. He told me to check outside. I didn't know how to tell him that the noise came from inside my room. It was very loud, and very nearby. But I checked outside anyway. Nothing. None of the windows were open, the wind could not have blown anything down... So when he called again to make sure I was okay, I just told him that it must be the neighbours that moved in upstairs. It could have been, who knows?
But still the sound was unmistakable. It's one of those things you can sense. The nasties like to play tricks on you when they know you're vulnerable and alone. I hope they go away. They go away once they know you're not afraid of them anymore.
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