Wawa Shukor

a bit here and there

2010-05-02T10:58:00.007+08:00

The long medical leave will be ended soon. So much to tell yet so little time to write.

Story 1

Jimi’s dad was diagnosed with damaged kidney last 2 weeks. Due to that he has to be on permanent dialysis for the rest of his life. I am a huge fan of statistic, data & fact, and pardon me when I say I am skeptical when it comes to alternative medication to cure the damaged kidney especially when someone told me that it can be cured by simply transferring the ‘disease’ to any other living creature i.e. a goat. Isn't that goat a living creature that we are summon not to abuse by God?

If we are talking about something that even medical personnel couldn’t explain, I seriously believe that we have to seek for alternative, but this…hmmmm I think I rest my case pending the other party proves me otherwise.

Story 2

I went to Plaza Low Yat to pick up my faulty SD card. It was left there since the last 2 weeks because of somebody in that shop told me it could only be repaired by one of the shops upstairs which had been closed by the time we reached there.

I didn’t come 3 days after as promised; instead I gave them some time and came only last Friday. Two sales boys tried to explain on why it was not ready - it was returned back, had to send it back to HQ bla bla and bla.

For me, the explanation couldn’t be accepted since I had given them ample time to get it done. They sit on it doing nothing and that made me upset. I fought for my right demanding for a new SD card as replacement without realizing that their manager was silently listened to every single word I said. The sales boy kept on forcing me to wait for it to be repaired until the conversation was cut off by the manager saying that I was right.

There my new SD card for replacement but I had forgotten to ask for the same brand, only realized it later and wanted to turn back but was stopped by Jimi.

His choice of words - “Don’t be greedy, you’ve got what you came for. This worth RM138 and you couldn’t ask for more! It’s probably more expensive than the earlier card.”

Me, wanted to say “that’s my right” kept my mouth shut and followed him to the car…

Story 3

Some people are being so childish. I didn’t say that I am all good when it comes to work. But in managing project, there always some fighting going on to get things right, some dissatisfaction on the decision made, some query to be explained, some info to be clarified, all in the name of work and professionalism, and most of us never take it personally.

But some people take it very hard, taking ‘question asked’ as ‘condemning their decision’, taking ‘info to be clarified’ as ‘back stabbing’ and so forth.

We are not young anymore to be like kids, if I was wrong I would apologise, but refuse to if otherwise…

Story 4

My online shopping obsession continues, now it’s for tudung. I bought two online and another one is thru Ida Se. Can’t wait to try it on as it’s going to be a new image of me wearing the so-called famous Ariani style.

Headband oh headband

2010-04-02T16:43:00.004+08:00

Lately, I have this new obsession. The fact that I cannot be anywhere else for these few weeks has somehow increased my eagerness to do something different from things I used to do…I am crazy about buying things online…I have bought this for a start...

...and this cute Adeena is wearing it...

Where to buy? Check it here. I saw Sarah (of Milin's) wearing it so I couldn't help myself to get it for Adeena and Zaheen.

All the time in the world

2010-03-31T19:20:00.011+08:00

At this age of 30s, seeing other friends with their kids, facing series of nights with no good sleeps but later enjoy witnessing the kids growing up, and so much worth to see so many cute things happen in their daily life, no word to describe how I feel about not having the opportunity to experience it myself. The excitement to see their first step, their first word and so many first thing in life, I guess the luck is not at my side…yet.

Not satisfied with the treatment given by An-Nur, I had shopping around for one gynecologist that can advise me on any fertility treatment needed to help me conceive. Idase’s suggestion to see this specialist, Dr. Marshita ended my assumption on what actually the root cause of my problem…I’ve been diagnosed with endometriosis.

What is endometriosis? You can check it online but basically in my own layman’s terms, because of my uterus position which actually a bit lower that must be pushed a bit up to make sure that the monthly menstrual blood is flown out normally. Due to that, egg would stick to remaining blood and indirectly reduces any chance for pregnancy.

Dr. Marshita and her doa each time she does something really impress me, alhamdulillah all smooth for me. Laporotomy two weeks after that and a long medical leave for the next 6 weeks and I have a long ‘TO DO LIST’.

I’ll share more stories since I have all the time in the world…soon…

MY ‘HELLO STEVIE’...Dec 2009

2010-03-28T18:35:00.004+08:00

i luv this moment

after the concert

It was few months before, when Fatin just came back from Germany…the idea to gather alumni for the Year-End Concert. Back then, it was so exciting knowing that all of us gonna make a comeback after about close to 10 years!

But as the time drew closer, the excitement faded away as I knew nothing, I’d totally forgotten how to read my score, the fingering and everything! I even had no flute…I was panic…

Adding up to the fear, Laili who reach the alma mater much earlier called and became the bearer of the news that Jeep was really demanding as always but was not quite like Jeep that we used to know. Things seem to be toppling down on me!

The moment I reach Dewan Budaya, the feeling however changed. I wanted to be on stage and was far stronger than ever. The fear was nowhere clinging on me as I was willing to do everything, just to be on stage, visualizing the moment of the biggest applause, the sound of fan screaming ‘ENCORE’ wanting more…the proud feeling of a performer and the sense of satisfaction, it’s ecstasy.

This was my place, this where I learned the bonding & friendship all the way thru. Some kind of feeling I never had experienced in my entire life. The sense of belonging…I got it all.

We used to say this and very popular among us; “Jeep treated us like Jazz Band was our major, our major came minor and minor indirectly pushed to be the co-curriculum.” We laughed all the time about it and the commitment put on, I’d reckon was far more that the effort we had for our major.

Indeed, I knew, Jeep had 1001 reasons by the fact that we had a reputation to build, to position us to be the best, to be recognized, to be far better than a group of students who had chosen Jazz Band as their co-curriculum just to fulfill the requirement to get hold of THAT certificate.

I forced Jimi to accompany me, wanting him to know things I felt very proud of doing it and the moment we arrived, we walked straight to the hall…
The atmosphere was the same as I could remember, some were on stage busy with the props etc, some just outside to master the ‘spaghetti’, some were chit chatting, some were laughing out loud of something.

The cozy dim light had no influence for me spotting the familiar silhouette of Laili and Emma, both with their instruments, busy practicing. Zira, at first not wanting to perform, was too busy observing the other two. Envy with them for having an extra of 2 days with the score, I quickly made my way to ‘study’. It was Hello Stevie, specially arranged medley by Jeep, which consists of My Lovely Girl, Isn’t She Lovely, Superstitious and to my surprise, Sir Duke-the-killing-song. We were never good at it, never in our lifetime as a Jazzarian…

It was butterflies again, in my stomach, and Jeep’s appearance in the big hall that night suddenly made it worst. Worrying didn’t bring me that far, with the same brilliant idea used long time ago, we forced Fatin to help us and extra help came where Woi Leng was destined to help us. A team of six; Akeem the doll on trumpet, Emma on saxophone, Laili on trombone and me, together with Zira that had finally given her accord to be among us on trumpet and the last to arrive Elly on euphonium.

With the two-day of intensive sessions, kudos to the two so-called trainers, some convincing sound according to the tempo was produced. Not perfectly but quite there, the ‘spaghetti’ portion was marked to be silently blown; we were ready to HELLO STEVIE!!!

Looking at the amazing audience with Azlan, Azleen and Faridah’s presence, the 2009 Year-End Concert was even more spectacular than ever. All the ‘blood’ and ‘sweat’ were seemed to be paying off!

How long your name is...

2010-01-23T23:33:00.002+08:00

Do you know that your name length can create lots of problem in any financial institution?

Here’s one example:

MUHAMMAD NURUL AZAMMI BIN MUHAMMAD NUDRI

For the above example, the length is 40 bytes. It means, field to keep this record must be 40 or more. Let say the core banking system used to open up deposit accounts keeps name length up to 40 bytes. For another system, let say Credit Card system for Credit Card creation is capable to keep customer name up to 30 bytes of length, which means, that system is only capable of keeping the following record:

MUHAMMAD NURUL AZAMMI BIN MUHA

Do you notice that the name is truncated? And there’s possibility of different person sharing the same name.

How does the system differentiate whether the Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nudri is not the same person as Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nordin?

Here’s the important of IC or other identification.

The first 30 bytes of name out of 40 can only provide 80% of accuracy. The name and IC must be the exact match to identify that the Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nudri really is Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nudri and gives the 100% of accuracy that eliminates possibility of tagging CIS to a wrong person.

How do you feel so far? Confused? Can read more? Is this too informative?

What if, prior to opening his first Savings account with the bank, Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nudri does not input his name as per IC, instead, he provides, Muhammad Nurul Azammi b Muhammad Nudri?

And what if, prior to applying Credit Card, since the length for him to input his name is 30 bytes, he provides his name as Mohd Nurul Azammi Mohd Nudri?

The system is programmed to find the exact match which means for Muhammad Nurul Azammi’s next visit to branch to apply for Credit Card or any other product; he will definitely be given a new set of CIS record.

So what’s the implication?

The implication is a nightmare to the bank. Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nudri calls Call Centre and complaints that he’s not able to see his Credit Card info at Internet Banking.

Why?

Because for Muhammad Nurul Azammi, there’s two CIS exist in the bank. Two CIS records denote 2 different persons for the system. The system is restricted to allow another customer to view another customer’s record to be in compliance with the Central Bank.

So moral of this long story:

There’s a reason why all application forms have asked you to input your name according to your IC number.

It must also be a good reason for the bank to inquire both your old and new IC number as well as other identifications.

Last but not least, keep your kids’ name short, simple and easy to spell. Teller at branch is indeed has the tendency to make mistake while typing info in the system that has indirectly resulted in the duplicate creation and data quality issue.

Those already with long names and unique spelling, be extra careful in filling up your forms…

susah? salah?

2009-12-23T17:01:00.000+08:00

Susah ke telefon mak tanya khabar
Susah ke nak telefon mak pagi raya pohon maaf
Susah ke jenguk mak di kampung sekali sekala
Susah ke teman mak pergi pasar bila balik kampung
Susah ke teman mak borak bila ada masa
Susah ke bagi mak seringgit dua tiap2 bulan untuk duit jajan dia
Susah ke adakan masa untuk mak masa mak masih ada

Susah ke?

Salah ke mak beli cincin sedangkan dulu emas tak pernah lama lekat kat badan mak sebab selalu di kedai pajak gadai
Salah ke mak beli baju sedangkan dulu mak tak pernah mengeluh tak cukup duit untuk baju sendiri
Salah ke mak mak kumpul duit tiap2 bulan utk beli apa yang dia ingin sedangkan dulu semua duit hanya untuk anak
Salah ke mak mintak sedikit kasih sayang pada anak yang paling dia sayang

Salah ke?

some respect

2009-12-04T15:33:00.001+08:00

Even though you have a Master Degree in IT, it doesn’t permit you to know every single error happened in our system! It doesn’t give you any right to charge the programmers that they are damn stupid for putting such error code to be displayed to customer!

All these are teething problems which always happen even if the testing was done thoroughly and compliance with the statutory body. Even the yellow giant got hit with huge problem and had resulted in the rolling back to old platform some times back.

I am neither giving any excuse nor providing any justification but please, for any complaint next time, please do it with more respect. As much as we want to improve our system, we are bound to be some kind of human who have some feelings and need some respect!

breakfast

2009-12-04T14:48:00.002+08:00

Soft sound of someone humming happily can be heard the moment I walk out from the car. Windows are wide opened and so does the kitchen door.

I walk thru the unlocked grill of the main door just to find Jimi is washing the dishes and breakfast is ready on the table. My tiredness due to the implementation last night seems to collide when I see his smile welcoming me home. It is just a small help but this means the world to me!

The new enhanced Website & Internet Banking

2009-11-14T08:36:00.007+08:00

It’s foggy out there, the sound of aircond dominates SRC Room at Bangi. Sleepy and extremely tired as any worker would be for working since yesterday’s morning, I am now praying hard and hoping for the slight website problem to be fixed as soon as possible.

This is the third implementation and the final cut to migrate all Internet Banking customers to the new enhanced system. How I wish I could be laying on my bed dreaming for another shopping spree at Bandung! *sigh*

All the sweat and blood seem to be paying off!

Piala Malaysia 2009

2009-11-08T09:37:00.003+08:00

“Despite having 30 minutes of play left, the Kelantan fans started heading for the exits. They also made their displeasure known by letting off firecrackers, throwing litter onto the track, tearing down their banners and setting fire to the plastic seats in the stadium.” The Star Sunday, 8 Nov 2009

I am not a fan but this always happen if Kelantan were in the picture…hmmmm.

Another night at SRC

2009-10-11T02:11:00.004+08:00

Now a clock at SRC Room, IT Centre Bangi shows 2.12 a.m. on 11 Oct 2009, and I am waiting impatiently for a green light from PM for Internet Banking verification on production environment before another implementation attempt since yesterday’s was failed due to some stupid technical errors.

Akmal vs. Izzul

2009-08-16T19:07:00.000+08:00

There was a kenduri yesterday before Ramadhan mak organized for our late grandparents and Irsyad.

Unexpected scene of Izzul’s capability to ‘make friends’ and Akmal’s reaction towards his approach. I didn’t have the opportunity to capture the moment as the camera was with no SD Card and my inability to notice that the card was removed earlier by Encik Azammi

Izzul now can crawl; he manages to move his body up ahead. Akmal can now talk, his vocabulary getting more and more by each day passes.

Izzul crawled towards Akmal, tried to play together with two plastic lids (look at how creative boys can be), Akmal sensed danger, slammed one of the lids to Izzul’s face. Immediately, the smaller cutie-pie turned a dangerous monster by pulling Akmal’s shorts and bite him until his mama separated both. Akmal cried for the pain and kept on screaming ‘Ayut ayut’ (read as ‘Takut, takut’), Izzul cried for the revenge yet to be pleased. We laughed like mad, knowing that Akmal, used to be known as our version of Sarip-Dol-Gangster-Kg-Dusun lost the title to his dear cousin…

Do you nag?

2009-07-14T21:49:00.008+08:00

Most of the work that needs my utmost attention basically has reduced a bit. More to come but at least today I managed to finally jot something down…

Nothing much to update and as to that I'll definitely make you reader falls asleep with me-whining-over-my-never-ending-story about my work. Ohhh it does make my staff feel stressed as a matter of fact. How they hope that some day I got hit by amnesia and not to persistently follow up (push) on things (I keep on putting) on their plate. How they wish that I would not be in the office just to raise my voice (another way to say yell) when didn’t get what I expected right after a series of stressful meetings which always hold up my neck on numbers and timeline.

I feel really bad when I do that. I really am. I know my boss fells the same each time she does that to me. And she normally apologizes…

So out and loud, I extend this apology to all my team members, as I know in some instances the task given haunted them as much.

Having said all these, I am not giving any of my ‘nagging’ energy a rest until they have a good grip on what they do now.

Oh! (a bit sidetracked) I have no idea why the layout of this blog suddenly looks very different. Tried very hard to change it, the drag and drop feature decided not to function. Kui, help me out…please!

we keep it that way until now

2009-06-08T23:56:00.003+08:00

Some people just can’t just keep their mouth shut. Regardless of my statement, excerpt from the previous story:

…We made a quick decision that night not to consult any of Jimi’s family members nor aunt as we afraid for things getting worse. We keep it that way until now…

It is in plain English that should be read as: DO NOT TELL FAMILY. If so happen that you are one of those, do not tell parents or other relatives. Hmmm penatlah…tetiba yg tak penah baca my blog knew how to read one…

1, 2 & 3

2009-05-26T21:54:00.002+08:00

One
Long-awaited moment in my life, finally on 10 April 2009 we officially moved to Putrajaya. My toll and mileage to work had been cut down by RM2 and about 20km per day…

Two
The first kenduri held here in Putrajaya was for Irsyad. Attended by close friends and relatives from Jimi & Su’s apart from mine, we didn’t expect the high turnout since Jimi told me that most of jemaah masjid were out of town because of the long weekend. But alhamdulillah every single guest had the opportunity to taste my mum’s special beriyani kambing…

Three
I learned it hard way. I swear from now on there’ll be no ‘Tolong Melayu’ or ‘Tolong sedara mara’ ever in my life. I don’t care if this made me less Malay or what-so-ever…I had enough.

There’s a story…

Ahmad Irsyad bin Abdillah

2009-04-03T17:25:00.003+08:00

1 April 2009

I first kiss his head
It is cold and pale…
I touch his tiny fingers
All I got is the same way…
I look hard at his face
Hoping for him to smile
But all I see is just his lips blue and dry…
Dark spots on his chest
Proof of his pain
Spread down to his little legs…

I cry a lot
I just can’t hide
Try to be as calm though I know I can’t

Why baby Irsyad
Why my nephew
Since there’s a lot more baby to choose

But heaven is the promise
For him to be from Almighty
Until reunited with mommy and daddy

…to be continued…

Lu pikir la sendiri...

2009-03-21T22:54:00.003+08:00

I am watching 2nd concert of Akademi Fantasia 7th Edition right now. The so-called most popular Reality TV in Malaysia that captures a lot of attentions and followers. Millions are obsess and for some just to fulfill their Saturday night with some light entertainment. Me, fall under the 2nd category.

I did not watch the first concert. But I heard their voices are not that bad though. Of course they have to find their own strength and charm in order to position themselves in the industry.

What annoyed me the most is the two groups nearest to the stage, mixture of boys and girls jumping up and down konon2 memeriahkan lagi concert, the latest feature Astro introduced in this edition which I’ve seen it before, if I am not mistaken, Anugerah Era. I don’t know what they call it…but the girls, a lot with veil don’t even know how to give at least some respect to the veil. I am so offended. I bet most of unveiled women respect the piece of scarf more and think it thru million times before even commit themselves to it. It’s a huge responsibility…and every single act has to portray what the true Islam is.

I am not saying that I have dressed up the way Islam wants me to be. I know I’m not. Have to improve a lot…bit by bit, that I promise.

The attitude I observe among the younger generation is becoming bad to worse. Hmmm rasa macam makcik2 pulak entry kali ni. Pakai tudung tapi tak solat, pakai tudung tapi kutuk orang, ngumpat etc baik ke dari yang tak pakai tudung tapi solat, jaga kata2, buat hal sendiri etc?

Quoted from Nabil “Lu pikir la sendiri!”

Stuck

2009-03-20T09:43:00.003+08:00

Office hour starts at 8.45 a.m., I got meeting at 9.00 a.m. at IT Centre and now the clock on the wall shows 9.25 a.m. What the hell am I doing at home? Still at home!! (sila baca dengan keadaan marah).

Jimi off to Glenmarie for his so-called ‘meeting on the green’ very early morning brings along our house key. My dear Dik Nur locks the front grill without even a courtesy to ask whether I have got the key with me or not. Aiyooo! Now I am locked in my own house waiting for rescue.

What makes me angry right now is not because of the ‘stuck-in-the-house’ drama, but I really am pissed off because Jimi did not pick up his phone when I needed him the most when he’s on the green. Believe it or not!

two weeks of medical leave finally comes to the end...

2009-03-16T20:31:00.009+08:00

Time flies in a blink of an eye…tomorrow I have no more excuse not to be in the office. Come to think about it, not that bad as a housewife these 2 weeks, ehem to be precise it’s only a week after a whole of the other one week in Batu Pahat. I have no doubt, but if more, I die hehehe. Can’t imagine if one day I really change my profession. Think about this - most of our mothers as housewife, berperang ngan anak2 & keja2 rumah. Kagum kagum…

My follow up visit to An-Nur today incites dissatisfaction over the service. Waited long enough since 2.00 p.m., the counter only reopened at 3.00 p.m. and it took a good 2 hours before one of the assistants called my name. Without any interest shown to the explanation by doc, finally I burst out my angriness, confided every single thing that I had in mind. The doc maintained her professional attitude lent an ear to listen to everything I said. Hmmmm bagus betul doc ni, she really understand the reality of service-oriented business.

OK, let alone my dissatisfaction, below features few of the activities and some places I went…sila abaikan juga saya yg masih berpantang ni ye…

the latest of us at Bukit Melawati last Sunday

he wants the ball all by himself...tamak tul si kecik nih

amirul tah mana tah...just aiman & akmal

sunset di minyak beku, kagum ngan kg halaman sendiri heheh

a visit to adam haris' crib

sempat buat hantaran utk adik aida

p/s: notice the new banner? Kudos to Kui...interested? Let me know *wink*

Kui’s latest obsession

2009-03-13T09:23:00.002+08:00

I always wanted something fun yet elegant for my blog. More organized, more exciting and portrays who Wawa Shukor is. Am blessed coz my dream can come true with Kui’s latest obsession…Hehehe so, Kui, don’t you think that the requirement is quite simple to be fulfilled?

Let me work on this with her which later can be added to her portfolio. Latest I checked, she is on it without even telling me…very proactive. The result is yet to be spilt very soon…

D’Bank, Jaya Jusco & An-Nur

2009-03-08T19:51:00.002+08:00

D’Bank, Wed 25 Feb 2009: 10.10 a.m.

Mem-the-boss called me to cafeteria, revealing her plan to take out some of many tasks from my portfolio.

Mixed feelings…

Apart of me was relief considering few conditions, been tied up with the new system that requires most of my time and attention, not being able to complete business plan for the team that was supposed to be done much more earlier simply for two reasons: no time and no extra help, completely ignoring most of other things just to strictly adhere to the timeline given for the project.

Another part of me, I’d say unhappy. By taking some of the tasks from me reflecting that me not capable to do everything that was tasked to me. I know I put lots of pressure to myself. I put higher benchmark for myself to reach, which I totally forgotten about the limit one has.

Jaya Jusco Midvalley, Wed 25 Feb 2009: 8.30 p.m.

People swarming JJ like no tomorrow, I never been in such crowd. If not for Jimi’s driver that he aimed to buy during JJ members' day, I’d rather be at home thinking thru of what I heard in the morning.

While Jimi and his eagerness for cheap driver exploring JJ’s sport section, me absent mindedly text mem about my feeling. She on a speed of Daphne (please refer to Hero season 3 ya heheh) responded to my SMS, rendering some motivation and advice, relaying her guilty feeling for putting the pressure on me without any help, guilty to the baby too, she said she wanted to fix it. Kept on giving some assurance that ‘capable’ was not the reason, rather, a good team to back me up and soar.

Hmmm I took it positively…so some remedy for that day. I spent ‘some’ money hehehe!!! Blame it on Jimi for dragging me there…tak abis2 nak salahkan Jimi jugak hehehe :D

An-Nur Hospital, Monday 2 March 2009: 10.30 a.m.

Emergency D&C, that’s what doc told me that for any sign of bleeding before my scheduled D&C on Tuesday. Baby had been there long enough after the first discovery of the heartbeat.

Any allergic? Nurse asked. I said no, but Jimi smiled sarcastically. ‘Bukan u allergic kat DAT ke?’ he said immediately after the nurse left the room. Ceh!

At the age of 9 weeks, baby was removed completely from my womb, leaving a great pain, twice of what I suffer every month.

Dare to ask my feeling? Hmmm I didn’t feel anything. Yeah, I cried the first time doc told about the heartbeat, but not the second and third. Probably me and Jimi keep on assuring ourselves that we can make more great babies after this. Wah! Very optimistic hehehe.

I think I am :)

Thank You!

2009-02-15T14:24:00.004+08:00

I never imagine that the word thank you could be the hardest word to say, especially among siblings. I don’t say it should be said every time but it should be at appropriate time and situation to express those word.

I should put some disclaimer here, that whatever I say or rather write can possibly offend some of the reader but hey, I am too tired to keep this to myself. After all, the family institution is where one can learn how to respect others in preparation for their own family in future.

All parents expect the best for their children and I do not want my kids to see their uncle/aunt to behave in inappropriate manner and indirectly give an impression that it is OK to do so to others especially the elder folks.

I am not teaching Pendidikan Moral here, but here’s some story. Yang baik dijadikan tauladan, yang buruk dijadikan sempadan…

Story 1
Your brother is asking what documents he as a guarantor should provide to complete the set of documents as a preparation before off to oversea.
You as a brother answer the question with an annoyed voice (macam nak x nak) and as though the question has been asked 3 times before without lifting your face to at least show some respect to your elder brother that has already agreed to be your guarantor!

Story 2
Your parents invite you to join the rest of the family members for lunch.
You again in a very annoyed voice and reaction yell at you mum that you don’t want to eat! Please take note that grandma is around…

Story 3
You’ve got an offer to further your study, you definitely need to buy something in preparation for that. Your brother has agreed to put on some budget and bring you to mall and buy those things for you. Mission accomplished…time to send you back…no thank you, no smile and not even a single salam to at least show some gratitude to your brother to appreciate what he does…

I promise, the next time this kind of situation happen again in front of me, I’ll say it out and loud that it is not acceptable…too long to observe this kind of action…time to teach someone a lesson…

Do you agree with me, or I just need to keep my mouth shut?

Oh! On a separate note… to all my dear friends for the doa and encouragement to help me face all the possibility…a very sincere THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart!

Heartbeat

2009-02-14T20:00:00.002+08:00

During Izzul’s aqiqah, my youngest sister told me that I looked a little bit fat and the rest of the siblings teased me it might be a sign of the little one. Seriously I look forward for that…

True as they predicted, my visit to doc end of Jan confirmed it…I did not expect it as no troublesome symptoms except for the tiredness which I thought as a result of heavy workload that somehow leads me to skip breakfast and even lunch. Reach office everyday at about 8 a.m. and only reach home almost at 9.00 p.m. What a life!

I didn’t want to tell the world about it, just too afraid of something that might happen along the way especially during the first trimester. Thought of informing mem-the-boss so she could really understand my situation right now, but the news couldn’t be sealed within the four walls of her room…it was heard from outside and my staff started swarming and congratulating me the moment I walked out from the room.

Ok so they knew about it, I wrote a status on FB giving some clue of the pregnancy…a lot made the correct assumption…so I guess it is just a right timing to tell it here, and I can share some feeling I have right now…

I am worry. My first check-up this morning made me worry. Doc confirmed that there’s a baby based on the ultrasound scan but no heartbeat just yet. It is 6 weeks now and the heartbeat should be there. Not to make any assumption based on the scan, doc has advised for another check up next week. She did mention about my womb is not of its actual structure because of a tiny fibroid but it should be no impact at all to the baby. And to add more worry…the scan revealed another part of my womb that always been bleeding, the answer to a question that always in my mind whenever I got hit by period pain every month.

Oh God, I never had such feeling before, the feeling of really wanting this but nothing much I can do about it. I just want to cry…I pray and I cry…again.

Aqiqah lagi...

2009-02-02T12:19:00.007+08:00

These two cute little nephews of mine are adorable. One in his pipi-labuh kind of action while the other proven to be the cutest little rascal among Mak Tok’s grandsons.

All of us (cukup2 enam org) came down to Batu Pahat, to celebrate the very first kenduri aqiqah...

He was good on that day and cooperative I would say…did not cry when Tok Ayah brought him circling orang surau that was eager to cut his Trojan-style jambul.

But it was otherwise after the kenduri when the real cukur jambul took place…Izzul was about to loose his hair…

Izzul with his new look and the last I checked, his Trojan-style jambul will soon be in place as his hair is growing ‘voraciously’ heheh…

si-pipi-labuh & mr. sam

2009-01-18T20:24:00.009+08:00

nampak tak ke'trojan'an rambut dia?

si-pipi-labuh's reaction when i snap this photo

does this picture answer the question on why we call him si-pipi-labuh?

abis dah rambut kena cukur

notice his naughty face?

this is my little mr. sam(seng)

kecomelan akmal cover kenakalan dia...

i shall blog about them later...for now, few photos captured during si-pipi-labuh's aqiqah. again, this is unedited version...

saya budak baru belajar

2009-01-12T22:25:00.008+08:00

Damia is busy with her new discovery

she may be small but Adilia's Jimi's cousin

all-time-fav cousin, Adib, Adilia's not-so-big bro

I think this is cute little Adam, met him during Ubai's 1st birthday bash

Ubai turned 1 on 10 Jan 2009

Cute faces captured these 5 days. My eagerness to snap photos but don’t get it right just yet.
Blame the technique hehehe…the setting all haywire.

And I didn’t edit it, I will…but later…

more clue

2009-01-11T01:50:00.002+08:00

More clue to help you finding the answer :)

RM3900 vs. RM1900

2009-01-09T21:29:00.005+08:00

Based on the photo, pick a guess on which that I opted for. A DSLR that cost me RM3900 or the one that only cost me RM1900? Remember, this is with a condition that if money was no object, the photographer's an amateur (read as: x penah pun guna DSLR) and the age of the camera as of 9 Jan 2009 is 2 days. *wink* *wink*

Welcome 2009...keep your fingers crossed!

2009-01-01T23:13:00.003+08:00

We didn’t plan to go anywhere for New Year celebration. But if be at KLIA to hi-hi (meeting Cora & family as we had no opportunity to see them ever since they reach KL two weeks ago for Christmas break in Malaysia) and at the same time bid them bye-bye (time flies by in a blink of an eye as they were all set and ready to pulang ke lubuk Toulouse) at 12.00 a.m. on 1 Jan 2009 is counted as a celebration, I must say that we welcomed the year of 2009 there.

Hmmmm ok, let’s cross our fingers and hope that the financial situation is not as bad as most of us predicted.

May God…
Bathe us with mercy
Towel us with love
Cream us with honour
Clothe us with grace
Adore us with favour
And perfume us with blessings
For this New Year and the years to come
Amin...

BBQ 101

2008-12-30T15:13:00.002+08:00

While most of the urban citizen of Kuala Lumpur clearing off their leaves and counting the days for New Year, I am here in the office stuck with loads of work…

Mak is still in my house, will be off to Melaka this afternoon to join Pie and his family…her so-called favorite son…that is what we describe him as…of which at certain extend I think is very true...sound a little bit bias and unfair if Pie reads this (heheh sorry bro). Yeah…we always feel that Mak loves him more than us, mak gives him extra attention bla bla bla. It hurts when we were young, but at this age, it does not hit us as much as before. Dah besar la katakan hehe. Thank God that she has got no idea what a blog is…or I will end up pujuk-ing her for the rest of my life.

Mak came down to KL on the 27th. I didn’t have any plan laid for her…nor any birthday celebration planned (her birthday is today actually). To cut the long story short, we made an ad-hoc plan, with the rest of my sibling’s OK, to have a BBQ at PD.

Booking was made, food bought from TESCO a day before, and we even bought a new BBQ pit. So we set to PD with rombongan Along (our bro jambu Abg Li, Aiman, Amirul, Akmal the-Mr. Sam-seng with his bibik) from Batu Pahat, Pie (Lynn & Izzul si-pipi-labuh) from Melaka, Adil (Su & yet-to-be-born Irshad), Dik Nur and Dik As together with Jimi & me from Bangi.

The scenery from the apartment was great indeed…the sea-view unit. We could feel the cooling breeze, lepak-ing at the balcony having mak’s meehoon while enjoying the sunset. But the facility and the service Corus Paradise Apartment gave us was disaster. Heater was not working, the floor was sticky that somehow forced us to buy Ajax Fabuloso to mop it, not even a body soap or a single tissue let alone towel and few other basic things equipped.

By ignoring all those, we headed up to BBQ lot by the sea that cost us RM30 right after Maghrib and the year-end doa without realizing that starting up the fire with the so-called ‘high-quality’ charcoal took us ages. We reach the place 5 min pass 8 and had our first grilled lamb at almost 10.30 p.m. Gosh! I almost die because of the hungriness.

Since this is our first ever BBQ experience, here some few important tips that I need to remember for the next BBQ:

Lesson no 1:
Always start early, at least by one hour, so you have time for fire preparation and allow coals to catch fire.

Lesson no 2:
Bring some old newspaper to compliment the fire starter.

Lesson no 3:
Appoint only one person to buy and marinade the meats. You will end up having the incomplete set in consequence of one of the persons appointed fails to show up or doesn’t have time to buy their portion.

Lesson no 4:
Invest in a big torchlight to have a good lighting…utmost important! Otherwise, you will never tell whether your meat is raw, medium, well-done or tooo well-done.

Lesson no 5:
Never quit! Never surrender! That is what Captain Buzz Lightyear says in Toy Story. In another word…be patient. We would never have the opportunity to experience the yummy lamb and scrumptious grilled chicken if it’s not for Along. Kudos to her for giving us such a ‘motivation’ and ‘encouragement’ ekekkee. X sia2 belajar psychology dulu ehehhe.

An early birthday surprise for mak that night, as a small way to show our appreciation towards what she has done all this while…

With all the lessons gained from our PD trip, I look forward for the next BBQ and most probably be somewhere after Jimi and I move in to Precinct 8…

Latest Christmas carol for 2008..

2008-12-26T09:01:00.003+08:00

Let's sing together...someone in the bank forwarded this to me claiming that it's from investment bank heheh...

You'd better watch out

You'd better not cry

You'd better keep cash

I'm telling you why:

Recession is coming to town

It's hitting you once

It's hitting you twice

It doesn't care if you've been careful and wise
Recession is coming to town

It's worthless if you've got shares

It's worthless if you've got bonds

It's safe when you've got cash in hand

So keep cash for goodness sake

HEY

You'd better watch out

You'd better not cry

You'd better keep cash

I'm telling you why:

Recession is coming to town!

Finance products are confusing

Finance products are so vague

The banks make you bear the cost of risk
So keep out for goodness sake

You'd better watch out

You'd better not cry

You'd better keep cash

I'm telling you why:

Recession is coming to town...

MyAIM

2008-12-17T08:46:00.002+08:00

Resolution…it is so typical when it comes to the end of every year. We set new goals, some are new, some brought forward from last year’s resolution (or even years before hehehe). Some successfully implemented, some was not. For whatever it is, to have a resolution each year is a very good exercise, but to fulfill it, is another story.

You may set your target high, moderate or low indeed…ehem to give the sense of satisfaction as the goal can easily be achieved) but I once heard from somewhere, we need to set target not only for a year, but for 5…

I heard it when I was 24, way back in Penang. It inspired me, so I quickly started my own 5-year target or so what I call MyAIM, hoping that when it comes to 2008, the end of my twenties, I would be able to get it all.

I saw myself as someone’s wife…hmmm nasib baik jumpa *wink*

I aimed to be at the managerial position, to lead a bunch of people in a field that somehow related to my qualification and my interest…I guess I am very lucky even though the earlier journey was a little bit rocky.

I had set for ‘x’ amount of money as my salary target…alhamdulillah, Allah made it easy for me.

I hoped for one humble house owned by me…which I am still counting the days to get hold of the key, although once upon a time I dreamed for a nice-view hillside home facing the sea…

And last but not least, my only dream 5 years ago that until now x nampak pun bayang…to be a recipient of a master degree in the area I love doing…a starting point in fulfilling my childhood dream to end my career in education or consultation line.

Now, it’s time for another 5-year plan. To share it…I’ll write it at the end of 2013 heheh *wink*
Can I just share what I have in mind for next year? I want D80 and a baby…

real meaning of IT solution...

2008-12-01T17:01:00.003+08:00

Mem-the-boss and I were cracking our head to goreng what to response to auditor on few findings of our system security. She accidently opened one of her old folder and found the above cartoon...hehehhehe :D. Click to enlarge it yea LOL...

thank God it's Friday

2008-11-28T15:20:00.001+08:00

Today is Friday…I yearn for a good rest…cepat2 la pukul 4.45 p.m. hmmmmm…

MTU-rian

2008-11-21T13:42:00.005+08:00

Last night I was so distressed and wondering how and in what manner should I break the news of the cancellation of my CMS project to my vendor. Never caught in such situation as all these while I was hiding nicely behind Mem-the-Boss. I kept on thinking but suddenly my mind was not really bothered about it anymore, yet I was thinking about something else, triggered by 2 SMSes I received from my two MTU-rian friends.

Apart from Jazzarian and my uni-friends, I miss the great old time I had with MTU-rian. The series of get-together, buka puasa, hari raya, kenduri kendara (penjelajahan utara-selatan-timur-barat of Peninsular Malaysia), panjat gunung (smp ada yg bertemu jodoh ehem), water rafting, candat sotong and all. It was just a small community back then formed by few bincang forumers and with the commitment they have right now, I guess ‘forum’ing is no longer an activity for them. If I could recall… kui, putridelaila, amoi, ned, pandorabox, jebatx, shuk, shark, anoy, orale, skyline, maria, anum, haris, seri, raytz, exs, apeng, bis, ezzy, peace, slide and few more…sorry if I missed out your name as a result of minum-air-ada-semut-dah-nak-abis-baru-perasan last night hehehe.

This morning, after my cat-fighting drama with IT project manager, I dig out few old photo collections which I hardly remember when the last time I opened it. Some as old as 5 years, the most recent picture was taken back in 2006. Hmmm, now I wonder, is there any plan for any makan2 wahai MTU-rians? *wink*

Recession-proof

2008-11-18T18:25:00.003+08:00

Financial turmoil somehow is forcing everyone to reexamine what they do and plan. Although the announcement about the petrol and diesel prices reduced by 15 sen per litre today, it does not shoo away the fact that another recession is coming up next year. People in the industry have been talking about it and from what I heard worse than last time.

I am not recession-proof and I strongly believe that it is going to have a great impact on me. So the thought of buying another car just need to be swept away and put aside at the moment. Instead, we are eying for a motorbike for Jimi’s transportation to work, immediately after we move in to the new house. Ohh! I got ton of lists to either be bought or repaired upon entering the house.

Jimi and I quietly sneak out from our office this morning to settle the EPF withdrawal. I am dying to get the money real fast so that the previous owner can render the key early (I am sick of the series of pestering and bugging me every now and then to settle the remaining balance of the deposit without even releasing that the document they passed to me was a week behind schedule!!!).

I am broke, waiting calmly (read as pretend to be calm) for 23rd, my last month’s pay was cut by quarter owing to the unpaid leave I took before. The travelling up north and south every weekend sucks every single cent I have left, but it is my obligation towards my family and in-laws. The pain felt dissolves the moment we saw the happy faces and it is worth doing so.

Although our financial condition does not permit us to execute most of the things we wanted to do, I am convinced that this is only temporary. I do hope for a good bonus this coming February…

Rescue ME!

2008-11-07T09:49:00.002+08:00

Seldom find working in financial institution as fun. You are very true especially when involve in hardcore and back end system on top of all the legacy system that you have to deal with. Even worse when you work at branch and forever you would not be able to be back on time plus facing unhappy customer with the utmost complaints every now and then.

Me on the other hand quite happy to handle a team of 20 in Internet Banking – a real challenge for me to what I consider myself as a new comer in this industry. I always tell people that I am lucky as in always be at the right place and the right time when it comes to career. For those gossip mongers out there, it is not bodek-ing (*wink*) as I think I practice healthy working attitude. And I hope I’ll still be lucky in future *wink* (read as to get better opportunity and better salary to climb up the corporate ladder that I always dream for).

Hard to say but it is reality…not all banking staff know their *stuff*. At the financial institution that I work for, I found it weird when I go down to level one and ask the branch staff that I wanted to open up a new account and yet they not even know the differences of the two new accounts. Aiyaaa!

Am I being too fussy as a customer? Or am I putting a very high expectation towards the services I suppose to get? Or are they really lacking in product knowledge? I do not know…rescue me from having the bad thoughts about my own colleagues!

Kantoi di ERA

2008-11-06T15:44:00.002+08:00

I am quite a fan of Pagi di ERA, a morning show at Radio ERA and of course I don’t deny that Serena C & Pietro’s duo of MixFM rather entertaining and brighten up my morning. I simply ignore combination of Rezza & Aimi, they are yukss and suck especially Aimi, and sorry to Pak Nil as he is way better as TV presenter than a DJ. HotFM’s better for the evening show but I do not really keen on their approach in making fun of their DJ’s defect, kepala botak, drumstick and all those…

The Kantoi di ERA is not the only program which serves listener the act of making fool of people, similar to the rally is Panggilan Hangit (HotFM) and Wakenabeb aired thru NTV7 for TV version.

Call me whatever you want, I still do not think that making fool of people is a proper way to make jokes. Although it is sort of light entertainment that popular among foreign countries, I don’t find it appropriate for Malaysian custom. You can bergurau, tell funny jokes, but not making fool of them.

I saw this drama in Wakenabeb (can’t remember what episode but just recently during Ramadhan). The scene took place at one of mamak stall in KL where one lady claimed this guy (the target) had taken her photo without her permission. With the series of scolding, yelling and other scenes related to it in front of the crowd, the lady subsequently called her so-called big brother to the rescue despite denial from the guy. The rest of the story you can figure out yourself and the moment Wakenabeb’s crew and his friends shouted ‘WAKENABEB’, the guy’s reaction was unexpected! He mengamuk like no one business, slam everything in front him and just walked away from the crowd, leaving the crew and his friends…confused or rather terrified. OMG what a scene!

The consequences are huge. I quoted from Zaibo’s comment in one of the Raja Lawak’s episode I watched yesterday while waiting for Jimi to renew his car insurance, when one of the contestants made fun of his baldness:

Sekali…kita rasa lawak
Dua kali…rasa dah tak berapa lawak
Masuk tiga kali…rasa menyampah
Dah empat kali…rasa macam nak baling kerusi

Hmmm, I also do not deny the fact that I like to make jokes too…and like to tease people around me sometimes. But I guess we are adult enough to differentiate between those so-called good and bad jokes. But one thing for sure, if you like to tease and make jokes, just be prepared when others do the same to you. Do not take it too personal and be too emotional about it as it’s all about having FUN! Of course in a good way…

now, i am back

2008-10-30T09:29:00.002+08:00

I am back.
Back to Malaysia
Back to my small little apartment
Back to my desk with piles of work

I am bored
Bored of explaining things to auditors, again and again for the last one year plus
Bored of having series of meeting on the same topic
Bored of cleaning up someone else’s mess

I am tired
Tired of not being able to sleep at night
Tired of having the feeling to unpack the luggage, wash & fold the clothes and but unable to do so as was tied up with family affairs for the last 2 days

I am not complaining
I am just expressing…

he finally made it!

2008-10-26T18:16:00.006+08:00

the medal is on top of the scroll received. cool huh?

i wore my black sport shoes with blazer and kain kebaya hahah kelakar gler. sib baik la org kat situ xtau what is the actual combination of the real attire LOL.

a glimpse of jimi i tried to capture when he turned back

The moment we waited for had finally arrived. On 22nd October 2008 at approximately 6.30 p.m. local time, Jimi received his master degree in Aerospace Management ending his 15-month life as a student.

It was tough for both of us being separated just after 3 months of marriage, missed two of our birthday celebrations, his absent at my two bros’ wedding, his sister and my sister’s engagement, not able to be anywhere near to his late grandpa September last year as well as his late grandma a week before Ramadhan this year.

When it comes to hardship faced by those who study abroad, everyone has his/her own version of story. So does Jimi when suddenly his normal routine within his comfortable territory became otherwise – he had to prepare his lunch himself very early morning since his class started at 8 a.m. ended at 5.00 p.m. 5 times a week for straight 12-month, been chased out from the place he normally used for Zohor and Asar prayer, was a victim of IAS’ bureaucratic and internal politics that had resulted in failure to secure his place at Airbus for internship, just to name a few.

On the brighter side of it, he is now able to cook himself (which is super important *wink*), more sensitive to his surrounding, more confident to speak his mind (he used to be very reserve of his opinion), the international exposure has somehow built precious friendship and network with 14 different nations in his class and yes he can actually look for a better job after this regardless of the ‘ridiculous contract’ bonding him with MIGHT for the next 7 years!

The distance makes our hearts grow fonder and I thank God for us more appreciating each other. For the hardship we faced makes us ‘really’ understand that nothing comes easy or can be traded off with our pride and dignity.

The scroll may contain his name on it but nothing is in comparison with the experiences we gathered along the journey. Having said all this…I congratulate him for the achievement. Well done!

Finally...Barcelona...

2008-10-24T04:45:00.007+08:00

Paella - special Bercelona cuisine, if Malaysian version, it is called 'Nasi Goreng Seafood'

La Rocca Village

Day 2

terasa mcm marakech, morocco

Rambla de Mar

Barcelona trip was somehow like chipsmore…now you see it, now you don’t. I conclude it as ‘macam jadi tapi tak jadi tapi jadi jugak’...

Plan A: M’s car. M couldn’t join us due to some personal reason.

Plan B: N’s car.
The moment N informed Jimi that he was yet to renew his recipecee (sort of an ID for those stay in France), I was still positive that we could still make it to Barcelona since the recipecee can be renewed immediately. But when N told us that he was stuck with class all day and didn’t have the opportunity to renew it, the chance was so slim.

Then Plan C emerged…

Plan C: Rent a car for €63 (2 days). Place to stay yet to be searched for when we reach Barcelona.

So we opt for Plan C, since that’s the only option anyway. The 3-hour journey with a brand new Yaris (not bad actually for the price that we paid) led us to Barcelona, the most well-planned city I’ve seen so far and the first stop was La Rocca, a shopping heaven for those crazy for branded merchandise – from MNG, LV, Chanel, Gucci to Timberland, Puma, Nike, Polo and a lot more including those famous brands that I never knew, heard and not even seen in my entire life (and maybe you should read as: how naïve/foolish I was for not knowing it hehehe). This is similar outlet in its range in Paris – La Valle Village mentioned in my Paris Trip.

The first objective the moment we reach the city was looking for a place to stay that night. If I remember it correctly, we were on foot for almost 3 hours looking for a hotel somewhere near Rambla and outskirt of the city and still none was available. It was then made known to us that the week itself was a busy week in Barcelona mainly because of Halloween and few international conferences and symposiums held over that weekend. With no other option seemed to be available in such situation, we decided to have a sleep in the car!

Don’t mention about sleeping in the car…you know how it feels – I don’t mind having to sleep without pillow and all, but with the autumn and the nearing winter, huh, sejuk sampai ke tulang hitam! I had experienced sleeping on the top of few mountains not long time ago, but this is truly different.

But it is all worth the moment we saw the most universal artworks of the architect Gaudi at Park Güell; famous for its unfinished so-called church – La Sagrada Familia; Casa Batlló – the first artwork plainly guanidine; World Trade Centre – which locating Rambla de Mar and few others.

Since we were out very early that morning, yeah what else could you do if you slept in the car, we managed to get a free parking spot at Park Güell. Alhamdulillah the metro was quite reliable…it’s a nightmare to explore Barcelona by car for its traffic congestion owing to the town-planner for the ‘hundreds’ of traffic lights all over the place, if my calculation is correct, at every 1km.

While me busy choosing few souvenirs, 2 Malaysian approached us and asked Jimi whether we are Malaysian. They were in great trouble looking for Malaysian Embassy as one of them lost his passport, wallet and air ticket…in short he lost everything! I got the number in my hp (thanks to Maxis for the extra added services by providing Malaysian embassy’s number for each country their customer visited) but unfortunately I could not switch it on as the battery was out. Leenda being sort of the savior of the day although she only handed the embassy personnel’s number in Paris, the most we could do and hopefully they manage to get some help.

Off to Toulouse at about 5 pm…

So long…farewell

2008-10-14T08:49:00.001+08:00

Khairil bid us goodbye on 3 Oct and headed back to Malaysia after one and a half years leaving Leenda alone. Hmm I pity them for this separation as it was really none of their plan and they could not do much about it. Life goes on…it is only for another 2 months…sabar ya Leenda.

d missing luggage

2008-10-14T08:28:00.000+08:00

Local time was 11.30 a.m. when I reach Toulouse. Jimi was patiently waited for me at Blagnac Airport…the end of our 4 months of separation plus another 18-hour journey.

I guess it was not my lucky day apart from meeting Jimi, the luggage that was supposed to be on the same plane, somehow was missing. I saw more than 10 people faced the same problem. What an efficient system France got after claiming themselves an Airbus hub and one of the best aerospace experts in the world!

I was not really concern about rendang and few other lauk I brought for the next day Aidilfitri, indeed it was because of Irfann & Irhamm’s baju raya that was tuck in the bag. On the same reason for Kak Atin’s box sent by her mother especially for this hari raya. *sigh*

This is the day

2008-09-29T08:40:00.001+08:00

Today is 29th Sept, my flight is at 11.55 p.m. and now at 8.15 a.m. am sitting lazily at my so-quiet office, counting every minutes of my time here to be at home (read as to reach Toulouse asap hehehe). I am so really tired, baking cakes all night…and wondering what the h**l am doing here (read as so stupid that I booked the ticket on Monday!!!) while most of my colleagues have started their leave since last week. I can only see few here and most of them are local *sigh*.
Mak and Along were coming down to KL on Saturday to send Along’s bibik for her hari raya holiday for 3 weeks. 2 in 1 trip, also her last minute shopping for baju raya…was so glad that they were here since this is going to be my first raya without them *sob sob*
Got 3 more cakes to be baked (thanks to Nadia for helping me in preparing most of the tedious portion of baking the cakes last night), I’ll immediately do that once I reach home. Am thinking of going back early to settle few things before my long leave…my home is in topsy-turvy, please ignore it at this moment *wink*.

counting the days...part 5

2008-09-25T11:16:00.002+08:00

25 Sept
4 more days to go *wink*

24 Sept
People come and people go. Sometimes no matter how much we convince someone to stay, it will never be enough when someone has already made up her/his mind.
I can feel it when I talked to Karen the other day. Yeah I know it is nonethical indeed to ask her to stay in the name of friendship and teamwork. She got a long way to go, her passion towards travelling and photography is something that I cannot force her to live without. After all, life without dreams and passion is EMPTY. I am not encouraging her to go, but I am encouraging her to fulfill her BIG dreams!

counting the days...part 4

2008-09-23T13:24:00.002+08:00

23 Sept
Karen sent her resignation letter to me this morning *sigh*
That’s the very last thing I thought would happen to me at this moment…
When the new system demands all the attentions and hard work…
When I am in the midst of getting myself familiar with all the online-marketing, site analytics, website etc that sound alien to me…
When I had confirmed my one-month-leave…
If she reads…I need you very badly (although I sound a bit selfish). It is always better to be the trend setter, rather than continuing what ever that has been set earlier. We have the brush to draw that canvas the way we want it to be…Karen PLEASE!!!

22 Sept
It is Monday! I got stomach ache! I think I got hit by gastric. The first strike since I left school was during buka puasa with my team last Thursday. I still remember the taste of the ‘white medicine’, tasted like chalk. Eiyaks!
I am thinking of to be in the office this afternoon after my visit to Mr. Doctor, then to KLCC for buka puasa cum USM Jazzarians get-together.
Hey, I got Vivien’s Isetan Card…hmmm last week’s incident; I could not enter Isetan as the sale was meant for members. I could not get myself few blouses I aimed for. OK Isetan, here I come again LOL.

20 & 21 Sept
My journey back to Batu Pahat supposedly right before sahur. But sometimes things did not happen as per planned (hehhehe read as malas n ngantuk lg). I had buka puasa with Nofaz, Apek and my dear Shakir last night, had a long chat but always interrupted by cute little Umar, whom happily picked-up whatever he saw to his mouth…and he likes food exactly like my cutie nephew Akmal.

4 things I did over the weekend:
1. Of course the list started with buka & sahur – mak prepared siput masak lemak while ayah panjat pokok kelapa for the fresh coconut juice yummy! We had udang klior (I dunno how to spell it correctly) and the famous air katira on Sunday. Upon observation (ehem2), finally I know how to prepare one.
2. Test-drive new Jazz and Accord – I did not have a chance for SX4 as Suzuki was closed on Sunday *sigh*.
3. Kerahan tenaga (mak paksa) to make kuih tart and cornflakes.
4. Borong kerepek – jimi’s mother likes kerepek so much, so does his wan.

counting the days...part 3

2008-09-18T11:10:00.005+08:00

God first, family second, career third...19 Sept
This simple rule has no strong influence in most of our lives. It is in backward manner for most of us, which in most of the cases God normally scores third.
The rule quoted from Mary Kay’s philosophy and the Golden Rule – do unto others as you would have them do unto you, treasured by all beauty consultants is something that I truly admire.
This is not a forum to share about my journey as one of the beauty consultant, but rather a reminder to all of us about how we have slightly forgotten about our bond, duties to our Great God creator.
We are about to enter the 3rd phase of Ramadhan, so let’s buckle up and start our ibadah engine to gear up for malam lailatul qadar :)

counting the days...part 2

2008-09-18T11:10:00.002+08:00

18 Sept
There was an attempt to enter my apartment last night. We realized it the moment Dik Nur open the sliding door before sahur and the grill was wide opened. Thank God that was only an attempt, although there is nothing valuable – we try as much as we can not to hold cash in a big quantity (my justification to opt for an alternative banking channel – Internet Banking and the latest banking gadget (should i call it gadget hehehe) in town, I would say yet-to-be-accepted in Malaysia – Debit Card)
Earlier, my neighbor, next door, lost at about RM1K of the robbery. It might be done by the same person…and few other similar incidents, I assume it involves a big sum of money, not to mention valuable laptops and jewelries.
First thing to do once I reach Bangi is to get SOLEX! Janji!!! (Otherwise my dear hubby turns to be the most irritated nagger I’ve ever seen) :p

counting the days...

2008-09-17T12:17:00.001+08:00

17 Sept
Today is supposed to be public holiday for me!!! *Sigh*
How I wish my office in Bangi.
How I wish I never had to come to work
How I wish I had my shop-till-drop activity today
How I wish those in Selangor did not call me just to say ‘Siannya kena keja!’
Ini TIDAK ADIL huh :p

16 Sept
2 more weekends to go before Hari Raya (read as 2 more weekends before off to France!!!) Horayyy… It is very true that absent makes the hearts grow fonder. For the last 14 months of Jimi’s absent, I really understand the real meaning of patient and love. Hah??? Iya :)

15 Sept
I was really upset with the buka puasa arrangement done by our dearest Golok. But since it was quite a long time after our last gathering, I could not let them get-together without me. The most surprising thing was the moment I saw Mala (omg) and Doreen right after the 3rd round of food I excitedly took from the buffet line. Hahaha what an unexpected appearance of my old collagemate. But, swear-to-God statement, I was pretty happy with her being around, bulan mulia, so kena la bermaaf maafan :)
Dedicated to all my old uni frens, SELAMAT HARI RAYA and MAAF ZAHIR BATIN.

it started here

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I am not that creative to be neither a story-teller nor constant in updating my stories. But it must start somewhere…so here it is. Checkout my previous so-that-boring-and-not-updated blog here http://wawashukor.blog.friendster.com/
Salam :)