Ada Apa Dengan "Relationship?"

In the wider spectrum of things, let's talk about romantic relationship. I had today been a privy to several romantic relationships. Of people that I know of intimately or some passing acquaintances. Some are currently in the stage of an early relationship, while for some, let's just say they have passed the honeymoon stages. While time is not a factor when you're in a romantic relationship, they have one thing in common - being neglected by the partner.  Even to an old singleton as yours truly, oh I know just the feeling. Why, my last serious relationship ended like a million years ago. Why? Because of neglects. I did all the works and trimmings while my ex, let's just say, he was a taker, not a giver. So, we played this 'Liz and Dick Games' for a while but eventually, it became so tiresome. I was no longer interested in the game. I wanted out and well, here I am.

Well, I'm not a bloody shrink nor a relationship coach. Definitely not a Swami-ji, nor a Love Guru. What I learned about relationships are merely from my own personal take and experiences. From other people's relationships. God knows, the entire planet is sucking it up. Every seconds, there are newborn babies, new love, new engagements, new marriages, new divorces, and finally deaths. Then the cycles are repeated again and again. That's the way our universe is shaped. It's predestined. It's preordained.

So, what makes a successful relationship? I'm not saying about a perfect relationship cause there's no such thing as perfect relationship. If you believe it so, I suggest you to go and bang your head off to the nearest, available concrete! Cynical, right? But it's the bloody truth.

These are my definition of relationship:

"Relationship is not a "Going Dutch" thing. It's an investment of your time, your dedication, your care, your thought, your attitude, your energy and your love to a partner. If you're investing in a relationship, make sure you are prepared to make a fool out of yourself, to dwell with silliness, hormonal bitchiness, psychotic behavior, unreasonable demands and NEVER succumb to forbidden temptation!
Having said that, relationship is NOT your meal ticket, to consume your partner until what remains is an empty husk of his/her soul."

In the end, whenever I'm in a relationship, I do my best to keep my end of the bargain. Of course, I'll be flawed but if I do love someone, I'll be damned if I let him go without some fight. Fight for your love and never, ever neglect your loved ones. 

Signing off now. Ciao! 
:-)

Celebrating New Year With Some Bangs! Literally..

First of, Happy New Year to the world's populations, whichever corner of earth you are :)

What did I do during new year's eve? I was marooned at home. Why at home? These are the WHYS (in chronological order):

30th Dec:
Packed my stuffs (well, half of them) for preparation of moving to a new apartment (Renting the whole place on ourselves - that's me and my cousin)  and yipeedoodee! We have the entire space for ourselves :)

31st Dec:
Morning came, still packing. At 12.00pm, had a meeting with the property agent to hand over the balance deposit and to review the tenancy agreement. In returns, he gave me the apartment keys. As I exited his car and in the process of closing the passenger door, my cousin who was sitting in the backseat did the same and the result? Bang! And I saw these tiny stars and blackspots dancing gleefully in front of my eyes! She accidentally closed the door while my hand was still anchored in the car window. I didn't even realized that I was yelling as loudly as Tarzan. The tip of my left thumb was trapped inside while the rest of my fingers were outside.  I couldn't  feel my thumb and I had this wild horror imagination of having the tip severed and was rolling inside the car! My cousin was pale as death and she nearly fainted when I scream like a banshee! She quickly unlocked the door and rush to see whether my thumb was still intact. It did, but it had two tiny holes on it and was swelling rapidly. The funny part, there wasn't even a single drop of blood. Because it was swelling rapidly, she rushed out to the nearby mini market and bought the 'minyak batu' where she practically tipped the whole bottle on my thumb. Glad to say that, it worked!

Approximately at 5.00pm on the same day, we started the painstaking and backbreaking process of 'angkat barang' from the 4th floor to basement parking where the lorry was waiting. First load finished, we exited the basement parking.  The driver was moving in snail pace manners, while me and cousin were riding beside the driver. On the curb, there's this pedestrian (he) walking and in a split second, BANG!!! The driver stepped on the emergency break and I saw this shadow flew, rolling in the asphalt in front of the lorry. Me and my cousin screamed simultaneously and we nearly expired, frozen on the seat! Turned out, he darted  suddenly to cross the road without looking around whether it's safe or not to do so.  It felt horrifying and surreal watching a living and breathing human being, getting knocked over from behind and thrown some meters away! Luckily the lorry was travelling in snail pace and not on a full-throttle speed. Otherwise, he would be a goner for sure. We rushed over to him while he raised and dusted himself off. Thank god, he only sustained minor injury on his right palm, scraped on his right elbow when he tried to break his fall. But dear God, the horror of it is still giving me  terrifying flashback!

It was nearly 9.00pm when we finished  the loading and unloading thing and to cart them again, up to the 3rd floor on stairs. Whew!! The amount of horrors that I experienced on the new year eve was probably the most memorable one to date!

So, on the new year eve, I spent it banging, clanging, grunting and sweating! My entire body was aching like being run over by a steamroller, not to mention feeling dead a little inside, what with a nearly gone digit and flying people who was nearly minced under a lorry!

I'd say, that was a total New Year's Eve banging and some..

Thank You, Breeze Magazine!

Yippeee!

Thank you, Breeze Magazine for 'bestowing' me the free GSC Complimentary movie pass! My comment was featured in the mag's Sept issue  "Movies in the Cinema - Reader's Pick" section. *singing tra..la..la..*

Here's a snapshot of the mag:

My winning comment: "Johnny English Reborn - Rowan Atkinson in classic red engine rouge! Arming himself to the lips with Chanel? Or is it Rimmel?"

Lol, maybe my winning was attributed to the funny part of my commentary. Again, thanks to Breeze Mag Team! Keep rocking with the good stuff, guys! :)

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned

It's true, it's a proven fact and the ensuing chaos after that won't leave you in peace.  Just ask this lothario here. As reported in a local daily:

A CASANOVA who allegedly cheated at least 10 women for the past two years was caught and taught a lesson of his life when the victims’ family members threatened to cut off his private parts, reported Metro Ahad. 

They also took naked pictures of him to ensure he would not repeat his crimes again. 

The suspect, in his 30s, was finally stopped when the victim’s family members decided to gang up to seek justice. 

The group also seized 15 mobile phones from the suspect and found nude photos of girls he had cheated stored in them. 

After discovering the nude photos, the group stripped the Casanova naked and threatened to cut off his private parts. 

However, he was not hurt as some of the victims’ family members did not want to break the law. 

The group’s spokesman, who wanted to be known as Haji Ali, said the victims’ families decided to take matters into their own hands because it would be hard for the authorities to prove that some of the victims were raped by the suspect. 

“We did this as a lesson for other people so they would not fall for this type of person,” he said. 

The families, Haji Ali explained, hired a group of people to help them track the suspect. 

“The incident took place around 8am last Thursday when the suspect was brought to a place for an ‘investigation session’. 

“When questioned, the suspect admitted to cheating at least 10 women whom he had met on Facebook,” he said.

I actually saw this in a discussion board of an online forum that I frequently log on to, just to check on the current topics that are being discussed and dissected! You could say that this forum is infested with megalomaniacs, the intelligent, the bored, the jerk, the jester, the delusional, the hamsap, the natural, the fascist, the racist, etc..etc. Why do I visit such online forum? Well, I indulge myself in people watching but don't mistake me for being nosey. I am not.  I like to observe human behavior. How they morphed themselves from being  square to triangle to round and other shapes that they could morph themselves into. Oh, I am far from being perfect and thus, observing their behavior/arguments help me in many ways.  They help me questioning myself about my intelligent, my low, my high, my worst/best personal traits and my sanity.

So, on the topic, one of the forumer's indicated: If he didn't rape those ladies...

I felt like he's saying : So what if he's a casanova? For all I care, he could wave his dick  to all and sundries if he wants to. It's not that he's pointing guns to those women's head. Is that enough to 'teach him some lessons?'

I am no Amazonian, but this typical "cat being offered fishes in a silver plate" kind of ruffled my feathers.  Not raping is not an excuse. He deliberately led those women with the notion of him being single. While I don't believe some of the women were not aware of his promiscuity, I do believe some of his gullible victims were under the impressions of him being sincere.  I have to say that for a person to say, "well, it's not that he raped that woman" it clearly indicates that he has a questionable sanity/morality. I'm not implying that I'm perfect but still, cheating and toying with a person's love and affections is a cruel betrayal. Oh, there were times I admired/lusted after other hot men, who were interested in me and I felt tempted and flattered but I guess I don't have enough guts to cheat. I simply didn't have the courage to risk what I had at the moment. Besides, I am also a firm believer of karma. What comes around goes around. What goes around comes around..

'til next post..

Hairy Tales..

"Dear, U are invited to my birthday barbeque party at A'famosa on 14th Feb..U can bring along ya friends"

That was the content of an SMS that was sent to me last week. I didn't bother replying, as the number is as alien as Jar Jar from Gungan City (in Star Wars movie) to me. On Monday, when I checked back the conversation features in my mobile, the message jumped up on the screen. So, curious creature that I am, I decided to reply: "Anyhoo..thanks for the invite. Malacca is a bit far from me at the moment as I am now at the other side of the ocean. So, who this again?"

The reply came:
"Oh..I am hairy..we've met a couple of times before. Once at your friend's birthday bash and at RumJung"

Me: Hairy? you mean, you're hairy as opposed to hairless?

Hairy: No la. Just Harry. I intentionally spelled my name wrongly..hehehe

Me: Oh..thank god  for that. If you're hairy..that's uhh..ok. case closed.

Harry: lol..

Me: Wow..I am sorry. To be fair, I don't remember you. You're talkin about which friend?

Harry: Your friend la, S.

Me: Ok..now I remember (the fact is: NO, I don't remember this guy) Well, It's been like 2 years and gosh, you still keep my number?

Harry: Of course. You left a quite lasting impressions to me. I remember you being this petite and sassy lady..so, you're coming to my party or not?

Me: Lasting impressions..mmmhh..I wonder what those impressions are.. (and..I am still trying to figure out this bloke's face, to which until now I can't still recall his face!)

Harry: Oh..believe me. You and your moments..you and your EM counterparts are fun, as in F.U.N! hehehe

Me: Fun? Ok, that's cliche..I believe, everyone has their fun side. If that has some double entendre meaning, I can assure you, I'm not spelled in F.U.N.

Harry: hehehe..ok. ok..you sure you're not going? C'mon, it'll be fun. I've secured a bungalow, there will be about 30 guests, free flowing drinks, bbq pit, some games.. besides, you're fun..

Me: Nah, don't think can make it. You guys have fun ok?

Harry:  :-(  too bad. I'm actually looking forward to your company..Next time then? Ok?

Me: :-)

I'm not a paranoid bitch but when he mentioned about securing a bungalow, 30 guests, free flowing drinks and some games, that sounded like some full-blown orgies to me. Besides, I'm not aspiring to be on the 8 O'clock prime time news nor being subjected on the front page headlines. It's 14th Feb, the month of love, la luna de amor or as TV3's 999 will phrase: bulan maksiat, I'm sure all those Anti-vice enforcements will be put on the look out for these type of activities. You bet!

Besides, I've got no interest with someone whom I presumably met two years ago and out of the blue contacted me, spewing nonsense about lasting impressions. That's so meh! Furthermore, I refuse  to be some decoration, appetizer, side dish or main dish to those testosterone-laden vultures!

Sweet god, no!

Purse Post-mortem..

OK, as I was tagged by a blogger gf, Carol on her My Doraemon Pocket Part 2 entry, now it's my turn to present the full report of my purse post-mortem! Ngeh..ngeh.. before progressing further, I have to tell you that once upon a time, I used to sumbat almost everything inside my tortured purse. My ex use to complain  that for a small lady like me, what's the point of carrying an oversize purse. Did I put bricks inside it too? Well, seeing that I buried lots of handbag corpses, I've learned to downsize my purse. Bit by bit for that matters. Now, without further ado..here it is:

My bargain Carlo Rino purse. I love the color, it's a mixed of dark brown and maroon colors with lots of compartments and an adjustable strap. Plus, I love the quirky little duckie chain :-)

the inside..

what did I sumbat inside?

1. make up bag

2. my wallet (been using it like 8 years now!)

3. comb

4. an oversized sunnies

5. dettol wet wipes

6. pocket tissues (it's a must, can't live without it!)

7. medicines (panadol acti-fast and some ubat gastrik)

8. umbrella (yes, we have crazy weather here!)

9. my instant coffee fix, Nescafe (hahahaha, unbelievable right?)

10. Protex hand sanitizer (I use this everytime I exited the public toilet)

11. sun block

12. women's second bestfriend: pantyliner. You never know when that bendera merah flags you!

13. little red coin purse (a gift from my former boss' wife. She bought me this during their trip to Taiwan. I love its Mandarin details)

14. pen & organizer
15. small pocket mirror (ha!)
16. Eclipse sugarfree mints
17. paper strip sprayed with  perfume - utk kasi wangi purse hehehe (my visit to Parkson G @ Wawasan Plaza always resulted in this!)
18. hair clip
19. house & office keys
20. hp charger
21. portable usb wire

....and where's my mobile phone? Not in the pic 'cause I took the post-mortem pics using my mobile.

what's inside the make-up bag..

1. MAC blusher (i'm a huge fan of MAC cosmetics!)
2. eyebrow kit
3. MAC compact power
4. some eyeshadow kit
5. Shiseido eyelash curler (I have  cucur atap eyelashes and this does magic!)
6. mascara
7. gel eyeliner kit
8. Vaseline lip balm
9. lipsticks, lip gloss & lip crayon (in various shades!)
10. lip brush
11. pencil eyeliner
12. mini blusher brush
13. a thumb drive (eh, I even campaked this inside the make-up bag? tsk..tsk..)
14. tweezer
15. a small scissor? (for what?!)
16. nail clipper
17. Garnier brightening eye roll-on
18. face blotter strips (for my shiny t-zone!)
19. a mini bottle of lotion

So, there you have it! Amazing what you can find in a woman's purse, right? That after I downsized mine..tsk..tsk..tsk..

I'm in Christmas spirit..

..and I love December!

My hols will start from Dec 24th 2010 until Jan 3rd, 2011!

Balik kampung will be the main agenda.

Methinks, there goes my diet plan, what with all those makanan kampung! who can tahan from indulging oneself from those delicious makanan? Will I ever be back to my original/ideal weight??

Meantimes, I am this excited:

Donning that Santa's hat, which I have put one in my office. Gonna start wearing it around the office, next Monday onwards! :)

Ooo..Christsmas Tree @ 1Borneo Hypermall, KK.  Just couldn't tahan myself not to pose in front of it. Hey, everyone is also doing the same.. hehehe :P

Til next post.. I think it's gonna be about this:

:-)

When at night (The Cleopatra of Minyak Batu)

My housemate (she occupies the room next to mine) has these weird habits.

At exactly 8.30pm, she goes to bed.

Prior to that, the smell of  the potent 'minyak batu / minyak urut' will be wafting out from her room (simultaneously, I'd be wrinkling my long suffering nose!)

Then, I'll be hearing this 'cling..cling..cling' sounds (I guess she's shaking up the roaches repellent spray can)

Adds up the 'pissshhh, pisshhh' sounds from the roaches repellent spray can,  and the smell that emanating from her room is enough to give me million migraines (yeah, I know. I'm exaggerating here..)

Then, she switches off the light. Quiet now, save from the the whizzing sounds of the ceiling fan. I guess she's off to dreamland..

In the morning, I will be smelling coffee (I have no issue in regards of this one!)

Then..

Comes nightfall, the whole circle is repeated...

Does she suffer from chronic arthritis? I doubt that because she looks quite robust and a bit on the chubby side. So, why does she shroud herself as the Cleopatra of Minyak Batu?

Still, my nose continues to suffer..every night at that!

Malaysia's 53rd Independence Day..

I am feeling patriotic today...

I am truly blessed for being born a Malaysian. Peaceful country, no apparent political unrest and above all I am glad that I was born a SABAHAN, the beautiful state, beautiful culture and beautiful people :)

so, here goes my MERDEKA SHOUT to all Malaysians:

"Selamat menyambut Hari Merdeka yang ke-53. May our country be peaceful and prosperous forever. God bless Malaysians!"

Okay, on the side note, I am going for breakfast at Lido (Ngiu Chap!) shortly and continue with a picnic excursion with my sisters, cousin and bro-in-law in Moyog River Dam, Penampang. This being a Merdeka cuti, so I better spend my cuti wisely. Not just 'bikin tahi mata' at home. Doncha think so?

Til next post.. XOXO...

Glamour Puss Vs Plain Jane-esque

Vanity, women's sacred mantra.  Yes, exactly. As a woman, I myself never step out of the house without 'consulting' the mirror first! Inside my purse, there will be two mirrors! I've got my compact powder (with mirror, of course) and also a small pocket mirror, which I nicknamed as 'cermin ajaib'. Don't worry, I've never tried Snow White's evil stepmother mantras though! ;-) As vain as I can be, I'd never call myself a Glamour Puss. Well, there are times when people complimented me on my looks so I believe I'm not entirely look that dowdy :P but Glamour Puss, now that's quite a distant from the horizon..

So, inspired by Teri Hatcher's post on her Twitter (she posted a series of her barefaced pictures, wrinkles and stripped out of make-up ) to broadcast to the whole world about her supposedly being 'botox-free' and embracing her looks, I'm gonna do the same.  So, it'll will be a picture of  WITH/WITHOUT MAKE-UP.

Getting dolled-up for the recent H-Artistry event in KK.   

tan, chubby and nursing a nasty hangover..

This is how I looked like, make-upless after a tequila-filled night outing (the morning after)!

Uggh, not favouring those nasty baggies!

the two self-cam pictures: I took it during my mandi sungai sessions @ my kampung a week ago and please, I ain't trying to be the next 'do yourself some porn stuff' bimbo, ok?!

KK Waterfront, around 6.20pm, August 14th, 2010

In case you're wondering why do I looked like the distant relative of oompa loompa, that's because of the light. I sat directly under the lamp post

well, make-up does make you different from your au naturel-self, eh...

on a side note, my next project will be: posting an entry about the most familiar/infamous photograph poses, circa 80s and early 90s. LOL, that will be quite FUN!   ;-)

I Am A Busy Bee...

Yes, Zee Avi's Honey Bee is always buzzing in my mind lately. Only thing is, I need to change the lyrics to 'I Am a busy bee!"  The truth is, I hardly have the time to update my FB status, let alone my bloggie.  Bloggie has been neglected badly. My days start literally at 5.30am in the morning and end roughly around 7.30pm, five days a week (well, I'm talking about my working life here). Why do I need to start my day at 5.30am? I'll tell you why.  I work quite a distance from my current place and I have to ride two buses everyday to work.  Coupled with a very 'traditional and particular' boss, well he wants the staffs 'parked' themselves in the office by 7.30am (normal working hour starts at 8.00am and ends at 5.00pm. In my case, until he leaves the office!)

Workwise, I don't have any problem with that. I can handle the pressure. However, I do have problems with the late 'clocking out'  thingy. Of course, there are buses but waiting in the dark alone at the bus stand is extremely unsettling!  Well, if you're in KL, 7.30pm will still be considered as 'daylight' whereas down here in EM, 6.00pm is already dark outside!

My main goal now? LEARN HOW TO DRIVE! I really need to get myself a car. In the mean time, I need to find another place to stay, possibly in the heart of the city itself. However, for now, I'd be still staying in Luyang, the food haven of the city.

Hmmm...I need to unwind. Gonna go watch the 3D version of the new Shrek movie this Wednesday at GSC, Suria Sabah. Wondering what's in store for Mr. Donkey and Capt. Puss In Boots.  Hilarious pair, them. :)

It's Today...

Yes, flying back to KK today's evening. I will keep this entry simple and short. I've got nothing more to say except that I'm FLYING BACK HOME! The word HOME is enough to describe how I feel. Nothing beats the word HOME :)


Gosh, I hope that my luggage will not rompak me out of my wallet! Every time I glance at my barang-barang, they always make me cringe! 


So, adios KL. It's been fun while it lasts..

You got what I mean or not, you know what I mean?

Call me whatever names you can find in your vocabularies but these two words:

i. you got what I mean or not..?

ii. you know what I mean..?

Gosh, I've got you the first time, you fool. If I didn't get it, I will ask questions! My IQ may not be of Einstein's but I am not some nincompoops!

I'm allergic to those words.  Oh, I don't have problem with it, that's it - if you use  them sparingly. However, if you end your every sentence with 'you know what I mean or not? you got what I mean or not?' God, you'll get on my nerves and I think, if I'm a gunslinger - by the time you're finished with your 50 sentences with those words, you'd be probably six feet under!

Why do I have such strong aversion of those words?  I'll tell you why..

I have an unfortunate luck of being neighbours with a guy who has the tendency of ending his every sentence with those words.  In short, he's an insufferable bore! Besides those two familiar taglines, he will aim straight for the kill: Have you use credit cards before?  I know, it's so unkind of me but let me tell you. This guy works as a sales manager, specializing in credit cards.  He knows that I don't use credit cards anymore and  I am not interested in obtaining a new one. Every time we bump into each other in the lift, in the cafe downstairs of our condo complex or by the swimming pool (I like lepaking by the pool while surfing the net) he will ask me that. Every time! Is he suffering from short term memory loss or what? Then he'll continue his ramblings with the usual: ah, girl, you got what I mean or not? You know what I mean or not? I felt like wanting to stuff my heels or whatever footwear I'm wearing inside his mouth! 

Whenever he strikes some conversations with me, I'll put my thick icy responses. So awfully thick that you could practically slice it off with a knife! Wonder never cease, I don't know if he has such a thick skull but he'll kill you with his life stories, over and over again. The other day, he asked how to open an FB account or how to open Youtube! Would you believe that? He said he hadn't checked his email account for 6 long years! Are you kidding me? He works in sales for god's sake! I couldn't stand any longer and told him off:

"I'm sorry for being rude but would you mind? I'm not in the mood for conversations right now. I appreciate it if you give me some time alone and right now, I really like to be ALONE, thank you!"

That really put him in brakes, I tell you! 

So jahat of me kan? I've got no choice. I'm a girl who has a mind of her own. I believe in speaking out my mind. Which I think, some guys might find it real intimidating! I don't know how to be coy. I don't believe in getting things I desire through feminine wiles.  Not that I'm a girly girl you see :) You'll get it as good as it gets..

Rest assured, I do believe in compromising. After all, you're not always right. Some days, you'll also be in the wrong side of things. So, count on your blessings and know how to retreat. I mean,  ahem, retreat with grace :P 

For now, no "You got what I meant or not? You know what I mean or not?" guys for me..

Bidding Adieu...

Yesterday, my boss and colleagues threw a farewell party for me.  Well, as of now, I am officially on leave for the remaining of three working days. I had a mixed feelings but above all, I'm just feeling relieve that my affair here is finally wrapped up.  Oh, I shall be back but it'll be as a mere visitor. Come to think of it, I am a visitor here. Albeit, my visit here had extended to 6 long years...that's a long visit for sure..

Back to the farewell party. I was sad but of course, I didn't shed any tears. I even cracked a joke or two where everyone laughed obligingly. Hah, I think I do posses a comedian's soul hidden somewhere on my person :) Well, my boss is sure having a heavy heart to let me go but he told me that he's happy for me. Whereas someone pointed out that I must be so happy to be able to go back to my hometown.  My reply to that person was: no matter how happy we are in one place, everyone's hometown is still the best place in this whole wide world. I am sad leaving you guys, but I am happy. Real happy.  Saying goodbye is not the end of everything, it's a new beginning of a new journey in life.

I didn't really make speech. I kept my words  brief and simple. I thanked everyone for being my helpful colleagues and apologized for any wrongdoings. Hmmm...never knew I'd be receiving several gifts. They must really enjoyed having me as their colleague :)

THE GIFTS:

the cards..

what they have written..

my boss' and his wife goodbye card..very cute picture

a cute little bear from my good friend, CT

an 18k Selberan white gold bracelet from my boss..yes, seriously!

an oversized bag from one of the management staff.. I love the bag :)

a parker pen from from my colleagues..
which I joked to them: thanks. A signing pen, what i need now is a cheque book. And they all laughed :)

two sets of kain batik.. one is from another good friend of mine. the one on top, i don't really know who gave me that..

the gifts..
























hmmm..they're lovely...

Adieu KL.. I'll definitely come and visit you. It has been fun, but now it's time to return to my roots..

In the cloud nine.. :)

These past few weeks, I've been feeling restless and antsy.  Why? Let's backtrack to last month.  Yes, last month. I. Attended. A. Job. Interview! Yes, that was like a few weeks back. Myself having a quickie visit to KK and had a jolly good times re-connecting with my "physical KK self" translation: makanan kegemaranku!

So..what cloud nine am I talking about? About an hour ago, I finally got that 'one reeeeaaally anticipated phone call' and OH MY GOD..! I GOT THE JOB! Isn't this just sweet?! Yes, I am smiling like this ^__________^ and will probably be for the next several months or so? I could never be more happier than this. It's a double sweetness.  I mean, I was dreading the time of starting all over again, going back to KK, resign myself of doing the 'enclosed is my resume' over and over again, riding lifts for job interviews, scanning the newspapers for job openings and such. I actually thought of just pack, catch the plane and do the 'I'll cross the bridge when I reach it' thingy. Luck has never been sweeter than this...

By 13th or 14th of May, I shall be back for good in KK.  Then on the 17th, it'll be my official 'melapor diri'  to my new employer. To all my friends who have wished me good luck, thank you so much.  Your well wishes have more or less given me confidence (and may I add, a little touch of my  rebellion side) during the interview!

...and KK, wait for my return! ^_______^

Home Alone...NOT!

Yeah, well, my other female housemate is away doing her Umrah in Mecca and she'll be there for two whole weeks! Now, it's only me and that other housemate (Toilet Guy). I am totally weirded up right now, it's really uncomfortable! In the meantime, what am I gonna do? I don't really relish the idea of being alone with him.  I mean, he's quite of a church freak guy (he once mentioned to me that he always goes to Sunday mass) and that probably makes him harmless but still, it's uncomfortable.  Add  yesterday's incident, it's super duper awkward! What with yesterday? I'll tell you what...

Yesterday, I woke up quite late, around 12pm. The house seemed to be quiet because normally, my two housemates are always out during the day on weekends. My bladder was about to burst and anticipating that I was home alone, I quickly opened my room door. What I didn't realize was, that 'toilet guy' was actually standing in the middle of the living room and I was totally caught off guard in my 'half state of undress' complete with my equally wild hair! He was totally left red faced and I really hoped that the floor would collapse and swallow me whole!  I didn't know what possessed me to act calmly, dengan selamba masuk bilik and said: "oh, you're home. I thought you're out cause the house seems so quiet" He stuttered his "yeah, um, no. I.."  I didn't really hear the rest of his speech because I closed my door before he finished.

Awkward much? Yes. Meantimes, I'd probably torture my bladder with teh O ais at the pitiful excuse of a cafe, here, in my condo complex, to while away the hours before my bedtimes for the rest of two weeks. I just don't want to be home alone with him. Or maybe I'll just barricade myself inside my room and only come out of it the next morning to go to work..

Meor The Busker

I came across with this lone busker in KL Sentral today. Belting the Beatles' Let It Be in tandem with the almost deafening noise, made by the TM's crews (there was some kind of event, not too sure what cause I didn't bother to check), he strummed his guitar and continued doing his craft. I stood for a while, listening, and I find myself enjoying it. Every now and then, some passersby would stopped and dropped their tokens of appreciation. When he finished with his Let It Be song, I approached his opened guitar case and dropped mine. I couldn't stop myself from asking how long has he been doing this busker thingy  and his answer was, "quite some time now" He's not merely busking, I saw several  CD's inside the opened guitar case, and they were all his albums. I even saw a newspaper clipping about him. He told me that the KL Sentral management is allowing him to do his busking every Friday, Saturday & Sunday.

I asked for his permission to snap a couple of his photos. His name is  Meor. I Googled him, and it turned out that he blogs too at pestajiwa.net

to this tireless busker, good luck!

The War Has Ended...

which had practically left us (the candidates) in a roll! those interviewers played the "good interviewer, bad interviewer" interrogation game. i don't even know if they really read our resumes. one of them repeatedly asked me when did i obtain my degree, which year, majoring in what. Gosh, it's all stated in my resume, and what degree was he talking about? I politely pointed out to him:

"i'm sorry, sir but i don't have a degree cert. i only have a diploma cert. i majored in office management and technology, it's all stated in my job portfolio. I too have brought samples of paper works of two important events that i was involved with. for these two events, i was pretty much involved from the beginning til the end.' . then he flipped through my job portfolio folder and said "ohhh, ya pula" OK, this is really bad of me but i need to give him a nickname: " interviewer fuhrer!"

the other two were okay. they just 'menyampuk' once in a while but that "interviewer fuhrer" made me stewing silently inside but out front, i just answered and smiled. no wonder, all candidates made their exit from that 'war zone' with some kind of dazed and confused expressions! i thought i was the only one yang kena, the one after me also kena! hah..i think the fuhrer did it deliberately to gauge our response and how to handle a negative situation which practically attacks our self-confident and our negotiating stratagem when dealing with crisis. I think so la..

so, after all that, sa pun terus bawa diri pigi 'sintopoin' jalan2.  i ended up entering 4 different kadai kasut and looookkkeee what i found? i consoled my stewing-self with a pair of gorgeous heels in Vincci!

take a look at those killer heels:

these two really make me like hugging them to sleep tonight!

A short trip to KK (Prologue of my impending return)

..for a job interview and it is nerve-wrecking.  It dawns on me that this coming interview is making me more nervous compared to the last one (that interview landed me my current job)! I actually applied for this long before my current job and it finally took them over a year to respond.  I initially thought that my application was simply unsuccessful, shucked aside. It was quite a pleasant surprise when I received a call for an interview.  Even sweeter is the fact that, the office location is in KK. Triple sweeter that I'd be moving back to KK for good at the end of May this year.  In short, yes, I need this as a stepping stone to inch my way back to my old life. Hometown and families, the familiar surroundings - where my tongue doesn't get tangled up speaking languages for the benefit of others (that's my way of saying KL) because they don't understand Sabahan slang! It's time to untangle my poor, heavily abused  tongue, so to speak! ^-^

Back to the job interview, I asked the officer why did it take them  nearly a whole year responding to applicants. His answer was: there were about 800+ hopeful applicants and it took them quite a while to shortlist candidates with the most potential. From that 800+, they cut it down to 15 candidates. Out of the 15, my name was on the list (thank god, for that!) Of course I hope that I'd get the post but if not, it's okay. I can still apply for another, right? I hope that on that day (25th March 2010, 9.00am) I'd be able to do my best and convince the employer-to-be that I'm qualified for the job.

Well, I'd be stepping onto my beloved soil, tomorrow night around 9ish! Am feeling antsy.. *smacks head* OWH! bulum packing barang lagi. Job portofolio pun bulum susun lagi dalam folder..tsk tsk tsk..adedei, lampu bilik pun tiba2 kaput, either the starter or the bulb yang rusak. Blinking2, sakit mata sia. Bisuk saja la packing.

May lady luck is on my side..

Nosey Business

Apparently, the shape of your nose reveals your human traits. This according to a computer software, PhotoFace which puts human nose into 6 categories. This software is said to be highly effective in tracking down terrorists, illegal immigrants, fraudsters and identity thieves: by scanning their noses.


(Images and descriptions courtesy of Daily Mail UK)


1. Turned up

What it looks like: Imagine the shape of the ski jump at the Winter Olympics — it’s a long, curved, almost-concave slope with a slight upward peak at the tip.

What it says about you: cutesy uppy-nose types are often kind, optimistic and nurturing in personality with bags of enthusiasm, a strong sense of support for friends and family. Oh, and a sexually adventurous side too.

2. Roman

What it looks like: This nose has a small bump protruding out, about halfway down the ridge. It points downwards at the tip, but not quite as much as the hawkshaped nose.
What it says about you: This signals a strong personality — but not always an impulsive one. They are very good at rallying people to take action, often very influential and carefully measured.

3. Greek

What it looks like: A long, straight and rather strong nose shape. If you look at the angle between the nose tip and the groove above your top lip, it should be about 80 degrees, almost a right angle.

What it says about you: These are grafters, efficient, hard-working, matter-of-fact sorts of people who keep their emotions close to their chests and can be difficult to fathom. You’ll want to be around them in a crisis.

4. Hawk

What it looks like: This type of nose has a deep hook at the tip, pointing downwards towards your lip. The shape of the ridge is often curved.

What it says about you: Out of the six types of nose personality, these are least likely to care what others think of them. They don’t seek approval, are often rebellious and are most happy when pursuing their own goals.

5. Snub

What it looks like: This is a short, small nose that doesn’t usually protrude to any great extent in any particular direction.

What it says about you: People with this type of nose are often quick-witted and more street-wise than your average person. They react quickly — sometimes too quickly, which can sometimes lead to aggression.

6. Nubian

What it looks like: Short and wide, not as protruding as the other shapes and quite an uncommon shape among European noses. It’s common among certain ethnic groups.

What it says about you: This nose type is said to reflect creativity and passion. Its wearers are often charismatic,which draws people to them.

So, people,  what nosey business are you? Me, i need to consult my old trusty magic mirror. I think I'm a cross between  number 5 and 6. I think...? eh..dunno la..