Turning 48
"So what are you planning to do on the Independence Day?" asked my friend who is of British nationality. After a while I came to think, to tell you the truth "nothing". It made me wonder how many people out there who understands what I mean. I was born on an era when everything was a breeze through. No war, just peace that with all the trouble people go out to get themselves in, makes me believe that we need war to feel alive. To have the need to get out of bed and stay alive as long as we hoped for.Back in the Japanese days, I remember my grandma saying something on having to splash chicken's blood on her sarong just so that she wont get raped by the Japanese. Having to eat boiled tapioca everyday. You get rice like you get water in Seremban, the catuan system.Tales like these dont really mean anything, because it is almost unbelievable, having to leave in Malaysia today. I cant put myself in the position of them who went tru war and what not. I wonder, somedays these stories will die with time and what the future children will be. No matter how much I do want to go out there to explore the world, like Henry the Black and to seek for wealth and glory, I do love my Malaysia. Our Malaysia.Happy 48th Birthday Malaysia!
I Dont Wanna Grow Up, I am a Toys R Us kid, lalala...
I usually write everyday. I noticed I havent been writing as often as I used or at least hoped to. This is why. Call me childish, whatever. But I swear I am seriously hooked onto it. It's an addiction. First thing's first. Every morning the minute my screen's up for working, I would go and check for my plushies rather than the TEG stock count. That is actually because TEG stock count is updated at the end of the day.Addiction, it is. So, sue me, I didnt have a complete with gun and steerings nintendo set (12 years back). What more a PS 1, 2 or somewhere soon 3! It is something about lack of childhood toying years.Those days I beat up boys to have fun, till they grew stronger and much taller than I was. The last kid I beat up was when I was 12. He was 12 too. It was cool being the "protector" for my girlfriends, then. It was uncool though when we somehow turned 14 and the boys started getting all soft inside and were finding for the softer girls to walk their sides.But I liked the devil-devil (catching) game we came up with. Some other games we used to play in class is this strategy war game using our stationaries. Which probably explained why I had so many erasers huh? We armed wrestled a lil bit too. Yes, and this happened in a all-girl's Convent. Somehow we were cool, till the dating started, it was then the girls were no longer cool. And I stayed macho, for a long long time actually. But today I am dating. I have turned into one of the softy gals now, but then again.. there is Fazboy, my neopet and I can still and always have my lil virtual toy. :)
Driving down the Boulevard
or the Malaysian version of it.TTDI in PJ is filled with the filthy rich. The kind you loathe at whilst passing their house. Or what is left of it. Bored of your house? What ya waiting for, abolish it and build a new one with a whole new design! Another one had camera all around their home, I came up with the idea that these people probably had the crave to be on national tv but never had the chance to.Pres went fishing, I know it's a man thing. Lets face it, guys do have boring hobbies, it's either golf or fishing or gardening (my dad), or something so utterly boring, it makes you yawn with fascination. Dont mind me, I find the things about him that annoys me really cute. In someways. Well, he spent not sleeping the whole nite and came back with none. I am amazed, he's still planning to do it next weekend (if he had the chance to).I hung out with my coursemate, Candice and her sister Sarah from in uni last nite. They came down to Msia for a week. You know how I missed UK terribly, ait? It was good to see them again. I'll be taking them on a lil tour next weekend to Malacca. I do hope they'll like it there. Somehow the idea of doing MSc and then pHd is a turn on, JUST SO I CAN BE BACK in the UK. We had a great laugh. Bitched a lil bit about the other coursemates that werent close, you'll be suprised there are "freako"s everywhere. And some of our lecturers. Talked about this Australia sorta soap opera called Home and Away. Sherrie and I used to be crazy about H&A. It was ambarassing! Talked about our chemistry labs that we all dreaded. No matter how it was such a drag, them classes. Or the ang-mo course mates or the ang-mo lecturers, sigh... those were the days.
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The critics
When I started writting my blog, it did come in my mind that I will be having one of these some days. Paulo Coelho did even though his stories of personal experience topped it all (not that I regard myself as him, but I surely wished I could someday)Critics. The good comments always blew me higher. Gave me the confidence to write again, that a day or two of not posting makes me feel bad. And I thank all of you for that (you guys know who u are). And today I received this from one of my previous blogs:"beb,lu ni ngarut la...is it really necessary to post off in the net???trend aa??hahaha keep on dreaming baby girl,life`s bigger than ur piece of ~my life~ paperwork on the net...hahahah"Thanks, I saw it coming. It is a pity you dont see it now do you? Again, though we have been tru this, why I blog:1 - To release stress. General stress.2 - To keep contact will my mates who's overseas like Nu (who was my roomie back in college) and Stoner (now that he's not working in Yaztech anymore)3 - To make new pals, like how I consider Surwira one if mine, it's like I've known her long enough.4 - To ask for advise, like when I was thinking to take out my tooth.5 - To make confessions.6 - To read about others, so I know that I'm not the only psycho person on planet earth.7 - There are a billion of other reasons but I wont bother thinking abt it, at the end of the day, it makes me feel good, are u jealous?Now, I'm gonna ask you back, SO WHY READ MY BLOG? if it's just a life story on paper? I came up with 7 reasons, can you come up with 3 even?Nevertheless, you gave me something to write about, hence, thank you. Appreciate the effort of commenting, though I do wish you could be more specific abt your identity rather than living in "chicken" land.
Mission Possible
What is life without a mission?Layman's term, living everyday without knowing what to achieve. Which is probably why I feel empty for the past month. Previously, I had the engagement to think about. Money to save for it. Things to buy, life could never be more occupied.Yesterday baby and I came up with our latest mission. He layed the cards on the table and asked me pick a set of seven (not literally, duh!).Today, I have to come up with a plan as to how and why.I cant wait to get my hands on it. I'm gonna do a budget and the reasoning. It almost sound like a mission game I'm playing. Oh, I feel alive again.The zest to live. A reason to wake up every morning.Finally, after two long waited years... BIRMINGHAM! Here I come (again)
Confessions of a closet chic-lit reader
I havent been wholly truthful.I am quite a reader, I admit it. I read at least 3 books every month. My favourite writers are people you havent heard off (u wud have if you google them up). Sometimes I find that highly intellectual that I create my own trend of reading. How self-statisfying this may be, it has brought me back to the colourful pink and yellow paperback covers from my actual literature-type (if there is such thing as "type").I loathe at girls when I see them reading chic-lits in the Komuter. "Oh, how typically shallow!" my thoughts will tell me. Truth is (after many months), I have come to understand this behaviour of my mind, I was jealous of them. After "the incident", I have decided to go back to my old-self. I used to love reading chic-lits while I was in the UK. Sophie Kinsella was my favorite. To be colourful, again. Not so dull, not behaving like an adult. Not at all trying to think how to set my life right. Not the slightest thought of having kids. So care free. So lively. So easy. Anything goes. Just like the paperback cover of a chic lit.Yesterday I gave in to my reading lust. And jealousy. And all the seven deadly sins put together (if applicable in reading terms). I was feeling on top of the world. Seeing the colourful shelves of books labeled under "CHIC LIT" at Kinokuniya was highly elevating. I felt like Hensel & Gretal at their first sight of the house made of candies. It was a WOW!And so I bought it. The one which I was dying to by Adele Parks called Still Thinking Of You.Cooped up in my own mind-assylum, I was happy. Again.My next change : Hair-cut like this one. I love the cat-sy look, refreshing you think?My next to next change : Get myself a tatoo like I longed for? White cat on my shoulders?
Breakups
How many times can one feel like they died everytime a relationship ends? I'm not talking a one-nite-stand here or someone you'd meet just for a movie, or just for a cuppa at the nearest pub.I'm talking a good one year of getting to know each other, loving and caring or what not at the very least. How many times can a relationship eat e person, they feel so devastated that they lose the will to breathe air again (esp when it is hazy outside)? How many?Truthfully, through research, according to Dr Love @ Dr Wabba-Fesh Nadz, just ONCE.In a whole lifetime, just once.The relationships that come after that once are like food you eat because you have to eat to live on. It is not something you would die for to obtain. And in one's life, there will surely be a devastating heart-breaking session that will make you stone-cold that, you have built a so-strong super Great Wall of China that there wont be anything for the next person to come and break.Even worst if this person have gone through a continuing episode of agony, perhaps like waiting for someone he/she love for a year or two just to find that this waited person have got him/herself married in the process. Strings of bad relationships can make a person immune to any sort of heart breaking event. Like the incident where you blame her for hurting you. Like the incident when you try to hurt yourself, AGAIN. Like the incident when you break promises, LIKE BEFORE. You know what? These incidents meant nothing and by the way, I slept so well after knowing you couldnt sleep last night. If you have been reading, according to Dr Love, one can only have ONE devastating break-up all their life.Guess what? That happened to me five years ago. I have also lost the one I truly loved, full-heartedly to some girl, after that. This was my seven years of solitude before I met you. Who you think you are to come in a year and destroy all that I have built in that seven years?
Spring Cleaning Sundae
And so I havent been going to work or doing any work at all. The long planned room painting materialised yesterday. Major re-vamp to my room did gimme a better atmosphere of living. My room now will slowly be transformed into a hang-out lounge, bet my lil sis Nathra will love it, she's sharing with me. And I have got nothing to complain about. It is good to have company. 
Wanna join anybody, this was fun! Really!
I manage to do a lil modelling for my yummie paint-boy with is coveralls.The current arrangment is not certain yet. I might be adding new stuf to my room, like maybe a tv and PS2 plus a nice comfy-comfy couch to go with it. A cool rug on the floor wont be such a bad idea either.Now, I can start having my own haven. I know I'm gonna be around here for the next two years before I move to the next phase and get married and move in with Pres, oh what a thought. But for now... this is where I belong.
A Lolly for Bravery
And so it's done. On Thursday I faced my fears when I got another one of my wisdom tooth out. Oh how Brave I was, only God knows. Also I got my stiches of my life. I am walking around with strings in my mouth, smiling was never harder.Just to add to the "grossness" of this, Pres the photographer manage to capture moments of my torture to be shared with ya'll. Indulge yourself with this gruesome.
Spotlight
Injecting of precious gums
First bit of my bloody tooth out
That thing was embedded in my gumsThe worst thing is, I still got 2 more to go, well at least I can sleep peacefully at nite thinking:Two down, Two more to go!
Secret of the day
Nasty innit? So twisted? But I bet you are lovin' it. I can tell from the grin on thy face. A lot more like these on the KEEP ME A SECRET link on the "Life Prying" column.
My comment on this secret:
Wokeyh, who in the right mind would? I had crushes on older man, yes Abg Jala but dead heroes, na-ah, dont do the deads. Anyhow, I bet Alexander The Great was better looking than any of these guys up there, I mean, check out the hair? My pubes suddenly looked better. I swear women with the worst tastes in man can come up with better. No offence though, if any of you reading this actually tried doing the suggested, and OH-MY-GAD, you came! No offence, just, well just keep it to yourself kay?
note from the dentist
Finally, last nite, I carried all the gutts I have to visit my dentist.He took a look at my growing pain a.k.a the wisdom tooth(s) and was amazed by how I managed to control the infection by taking no necessary medication at all. I call it the "will" because I did not want to get it out. Anyhow, I am scheduled for a removal of the annoying tooth on Thursday at 10.30am.Looking at the brightside, I told myself, it's probably worth the 2 MC days I am awarded with.But, then again...:(
The mighty Yaztech Sdn Bhd
Today marks one year of my being here in Yaztech Sdn Bhd. 
Receptionist Area
Lil does the company and all it's content know, saved me from my self. When I first walked into Yaztech, I was this person who had low self esteem, thought I was worth peanuts.
Being here, in Yaztech is like home. En Ameer, the father of 7, also our managing director is kind to have us all play our favorite tunes whilst working, so long as we do our work, he'd say..
From left: En Ameer (in dark blue) and "the pisser" (who pisses everywhere on the lady's toilet)
I have had 2 bosses prior to this, two bosses while working in the same company, two bitches to rule me, and it was hell. I swear, that if I had stayed a day longer in Ngo Chew Hong Oil and Fats, I would literally kill someone. And put in jail for the rest of my living life. Having to have a boss like En Ameer, even how annoying he can be at times, he's the best boss anyone can hope for. He's cool, if you know what I mean. He can be funny. Someone you can crack a dirty joke with, and will laugh along with you.
Warga-warga Yaztech: Agus, Sharifah, Nadhrah and Amri
And I am staying here at Yaztech, because of the people. I dont see much career growth here, but the people are so nice, I feel better than home being here. Sometimes, I would come to office when I shouldnt, kononnya to complete some unfinished business, truth is, I miss the family. I get my bonuses as well, so I aint complaining.
From left: Bapak (En Razak) and En Bakhtiar
The day I live Yaztech, I'd be sad for sure. To think about it, I will miss this place if ever I have to leave.
What's left of my old seat before I took Am's place. My comp screen shows music downloading in progress. Cool innit?
One year today, hopefully one more to come, at least!
Wabba-Fesh at work? Unbelievable!
Last, but aint the least, well..not yet:
Hidup Yaztech! May your TEG sales bloom double than before, may the E-Oil stock be cleared!
