My fav secretary said the darnest thing today, “maybe we should hook you up with The Most Eligible Guy?” TMEG is one of the TWO good looking Directors whom I mentioned in my earlier posts.
I looked at her with horror! I told her that he is the George Clooney type, dates different girl every night (okay, I’m exaggerating. But he is the type who can pick any gorgeous babe he meets at a club or a pub).
Fav Secretary said, “he just portrays himself that way so that people think he’s doing ok. Deep inside, he wants to find The One, to settle down.”
Well, if he wants to be seen as serious, he needs to pull his act together and stop being a serial dater or equivalent to that. How on earth is he going to find The One? Of course, this was between me and FS. I’ll be nuts to tell that straight at his face, especially since he is sitting on the Board of Directors committee aka The Management i.e. higher than the other good looking Director.
Apart from him appearing to be the playboy type, there is nothing horribly wrong with him. I mean, FS is right. He is the most eligible guy in the department. An aussie who came here for a temporary posting, ended up staying for 10 years and got promoted at the highest level i.e. The Management. He is in mid 30s, and has a body like....Brad Pitt? He’s not fat or skinny. He is just nice and it matches well with his good looking features.
I hate mixing business with pleasure. Not my thing at all. But then again, I have never worked with him directly. There are a few office romances going on in the department. Two directors got married last year (the lady gave birth a month ago to a cute baby boy), two directors are dating and I’m sure there a few, present and past (need to dig more gossips from FS).
It is the craziest idea. I am not his type at all.
But then again, maybe I do need to get a match maker?
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Better person
You deserve to be with somebody who makes you happy. Somebody who doesn't complicate your life. Somebody who won't hurt you... He's the better guy. I'm walking away.
How can you be nice to a horrible guy like me?
But what if I dont want you to walk away? What if your presence has given me more courage and strength, and that I am a better person when you are by my side? I dont want you to be there for me just when I am down. I want you to be there for no reason.
You are my zahir....I just wish you realise that..
How can you be nice to a horrible guy like me?
But what if I dont want you to walk away? What if your presence has given me more courage and strength, and that I am a better person when you are by my side? I dont want you to be there for me just when I am down. I want you to be there for no reason.
You are my zahir....I just wish you realise that..
Monday, April 07, 2008
Keep me close
Dedicated to sweet Fizzy. Here's your McSexy! *winks*
Look at me, I'm so far away
Out of the way of rain
Far from the pain, yeah
And if you see me in your dreams
Would you still believe
All that you see, yeah
And only you and me, and only you and me
Well even though I'm not there with you
It's good to keep me close
I never thought that it would come down to this
That I would be so missed
So quickly dismissed, yeah
I want nothin more than to be with you every home
yeah, i know its been so long
What i did was wrong, yeah
And only you and me, and only you and me
Well even though I'm not there with you
It's good to keep me close
Closer to your skin, you gotta keep me deep within
Cuz where I am right now I couldnt be tomorrow
Close enough to see, Close enough to hear you breathe
Close enough to feel the warmth of you, cuz I am so cold, yeah
And only in me, and only in me, oh its only in me, yeah
And even though Im not there with you
Its good to keep me close
And even though Im not there with you
Its good to keep me close
And even though Im not there with you
Its good to keep me close
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Cross roads
Sometimes I feel I am in the middle of a cross road. Most of the times, I know which road to take but occasionally, I am torn.
Sometimes I am in pain. Most of the times, it is manageable and only affects me alone. Like being hurt, intentionally or not, by people who mean a lot to me. But the most unbearable pain is when seeing my loved ones get hurt.
I can’t bear seeing my lil girl cry...for her pain is greater than mine.. for she deserves to have a happy childhood.
I hope I have given her one of the best moments of her life. I know she had a great time the past few weeks.
And all these lead me back to the cross roads again....
Sometimes I am in pain. Most of the times, it is manageable and only affects me alone. Like being hurt, intentionally or not, by people who mean a lot to me. But the most unbearable pain is when seeing my loved ones get hurt.
I can’t bear seeing my lil girl cry...for her pain is greater than mine.. for she deserves to have a happy childhood.
I hope I have given her one of the best moments of her life. I know she had a great time the past few weeks.
And all these lead me back to the cross roads again....
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Ramblings
I have been busy these days. Work was demanding (more because my Director will be away for a few weeks, holiday with his family). Friends are in town so I had to find some time to meet them. Met a few celebrities too (and some royalties). So I guess despite the hectic schedule, I managed to do most stuffs.
Oh yeah, its mid season sale. Shopping again but not as bad as before i.e. during boxing day. Still, the items bought are seriously good bargain. No regrets. *winks*
Been playing Wii sports these days. I realise I am soooooo unfit (for that matter. I think I'm fit enough to do some other physical work out *LOL*). I think it is kinda addictive. For example, when one plays bowling, they will show the points to reach professional level. Each time you want to stop and you see the points keep increasing, you just want to continue to improve the points.
Will write again. Loads to say but I will do so when I'm in my relax mode.
Oh yeah, its mid season sale. Shopping again but not as bad as before i.e. during boxing day. Still, the items bought are seriously good bargain. No regrets. *winks*
Been playing Wii sports these days. I realise I am soooooo unfit (for that matter. I think I'm fit enough to do some other physical work out *LOL*). I think it is kinda addictive. For example, when one plays bowling, they will show the points to reach professional level. Each time you want to stop and you see the points keep increasing, you just want to continue to improve the points.
Will write again. Loads to say but I will do so when I'm in my relax mode.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
I am my mother's daughter
I watched Spanglish today. It's about a single mexican mother, Flor (Paz Vega), who crossed the border into the United States with her young daughter Cristina, in search of a better life. She becomes a housekeeper for a rich Clasky family. The story is narrated by her daughter, who towards the end became so closed to family that she wanted to live their life. Seeing how Mrs Clasky treated her daughter like a trophy, showering her with gifts and private school, Flor then quitted her job. Perhaps it was also due to the fact she was falling for Mr Clasky (Adam Sandler) who is so nice and down to earth person, yet the wife isnt appreciating him enough (and sleeps around).
In the last scene, while the mother and daughter made their walk towards the bus stops (1 mile from the Clasky's house), the daughter had much anger and hurt with her mom's decision to quit the job which gives her (the daughter) the life she always wanted. After a moment of silence at the bus stop, Flor tearfully asks Cristina a question that will define the rest of her life: Does she really want to become someone very different from her mother?
Cristina responds by silently boarding the bus with her mother, initially sits away from Flor, then comes close to her mother again and ends up embracing her for the duration of their ride. At the background, Cristina as an adult narrates, acknowledging that “all she is today” rests on the simple fact that she is her mother’s daughter.
A beautiful story. I hope my lil girl will one day understand the sacrifice we make together. I love you my love...
In the last scene, while the mother and daughter made their walk towards the bus stops (1 mile from the Clasky's house), the daughter had much anger and hurt with her mom's decision to quit the job which gives her (the daughter) the life she always wanted. After a moment of silence at the bus stop, Flor tearfully asks Cristina a question that will define the rest of her life: Does she really want to become someone very different from her mother?
Cristina responds by silently boarding the bus with her mother, initially sits away from Flor, then comes close to her mother again and ends up embracing her for the duration of their ride. At the background, Cristina as an adult narrates, acknowledging that “all she is today” rests on the simple fact that she is her mother’s daughter.
A beautiful story. I hope my lil girl will one day understand the sacrifice we make together. I love you my love...
Saturday, March 22, 2008
A date with McDreamy
I got back early from work. Had my shower, pampered myself with body lotion, top to toe. Put on my sexy lingerie and sprayed my favourite perfume. I made sure the room was warm and cosy. As I waited for him to arrive, I sat on the couch, wrapped myself to maintain the heat.
Then at 10pm, he came. He looks the same, sexier than ever. I swore to myself that I shall make sure I keep my Thursday nights free just to be with him.
Oh yes, Greys Anatomy is back! Better than ever! McDreamy is one hell of a guy.
Ps: what were you thinking? *winks*
Then at 10pm, he came. He looks the same, sexier than ever. I swore to myself that I shall make sure I keep my Thursday nights free just to be with him.
Oh yes, Greys Anatomy is back! Better than ever! McDreamy is one hell of a guy.
Ps: what were you thinking? *winks*
Friday, March 14, 2008
Dating
"Enough! This is not dating. I want moonlight, and flowers, and candy, and people trying to feel me up. Nobody is trying to feel me up. Nobody is even looking at me. Do you have any idea how much effort it takes to do all this? I am waxed and plucked and I have a clean top on. No talking until you figure out how to put on a date. I want heat! I want romance! Damn it, I want to feel like a freaking lady!"
I seriously dont have time to dress up or groom myself. So when I do, they better take note. Especially the body lotion (top to toe), perfume at the right spots, killer dress with heels and stockings, WAXING!!! If they have any idea how much hell we have to go through, they will surely appreciate the effort. Seriously..
ps: Most of the time, he does. *winks*
I seriously dont have time to dress up or groom myself. So when I do, they better take note. Especially the body lotion (top to toe), perfume at the right spots, killer dress with heels and stockings, WAXING!!! If they have any idea how much hell we have to go through, they will surely appreciate the effort. Seriously..
ps: Most of the time, he does. *winks*
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wounds and pain
"People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers."
Sometimes it feels that the pain is making me hesitate in letting him in....
Sometimes it feels that the pain is making me hesitate in letting him in....
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Political tsunami
GLANCE at the front pages of Malaysia’s newspapers the day after the general election on Saturday March 8th and you would assume that the opposition had won. “Political tsunami” is how the Sunday Star summed things up. Even the prime minister, Abdullah Badawi, seemed to accept the analysis. “We’ve lost; we’ve lost” was all he could muster when confronted by baying pressmen at 4am.
In fact, the Barisan Nasional (BN) coalition he heads had done nothing of the sort. It won 140 of the 222 seats in the federal parliament—in most places, that would be a thumping majority. In the concurrent elections for assemblies in 13 states, it had won majorities in eight. Yet so big was the upset that the stockmarket fell by 10% on Monday as investors worried about the danger of unrest and instability.
The fears seem overblown. But this was a remarkable rebuke for Mr Badawi. At the last elections, in 2004, he profited from his amiable manner and apparent promise of a less acerbic style than that of his long-serving predecessor, Mahathir Mohamad. The BN won 64% of the votes, 90% of the parliamentary seats and all but one of the other assembly elections.
In this election, it won just 51% of the votes; and 63% of parliamentary seats. This was its worst performance ever in Malaysia’s 50 years of independence, and crucially, for the first time since 1969, the BN lost the two-thirds majority in parliament it needs to amend the constitution.
Nor was this a truly free and fair election. The government enjoyed many entrenched advantages: huge resources; a docile, even sycophantic, press; permission more readily granted for big rallies; a ban on the candidacy of Anwar Ibrahim, a former deputy prime minister who is now the opposition’s best-known figure.
The government has denied Mr Anwar’s allegations of vote-rigging in close-fought constituencies. But sceptical opposition supporters were made even more suspicious last week when the Election Commission went back on its decision to use indelible ink to identify those who had voted. (It said it had uncovered a plot in which some of the ink had been smuggled into the country, apparently in an opposition attempt to dupe potential voters into disqualifying themselves through premature inking.)
One reason for Mr Badawi’s debacle is that, for once, the opposition did not cut its own throat. Its three main parties—Mr Anwar’s, now led by his wife; an Islamist party and the Democratic Action Party, which appeals mainly to the Chinese minority—on the whole did not compete with each other.
There are also worries about a slowing economy and rising prices; and a feeling that after 50 years of impressive economic growth, too many of the benefits have accrued to a small elite, and the Mr Badawi has not done enough to tackle corruption.
There is also anger among the minorities. Many Chinese, who make up about a quarter of the population, feel that policies of affirmative action in favour of the Malay majority are no longer necessary—if they ever were. And the Indian minority, only about 8% of the population, feel discriminated against and have turned against the BN’s main ethnic-Indian component, the Malaysian Indian Congress.
Whatever the reasons for it, the result places Mr Badawi’s future in doubt. Dr Mahathir has said he is “100% responsible” for the defeat and should resign. Unusually, Dr Mahathir admitted to a mistake of his own—having selected Mr Badawi as his successor.
Mr Badawi’s spokesman has said he has no intention of resigning. If he does not, he may come under pressure when his party, the United Malays National Organisation, holds its next congress. Since UMNO’s chief always becomes prime minister, that gathering has always been far more important than the general election in choosing Malaysia’s leaders. One of the many startling possibilities opened up by the latest election result is that this arrangement may not be immutable.
http://www.economist.com/world/asia/displaystory.cfm?story_id=10833119
In fact, the Barisan Nasional (BN) coalition he heads had done nothing of the sort. It won 140 of the 222 seats in the federal parliament—in most places, that would be a thumping majority. In the concurrent elections for assemblies in 13 states, it had won majorities in eight. Yet so big was the upset that the stockmarket fell by 10% on Monday as investors worried about the danger of unrest and instability.
The fears seem overblown. But this was a remarkable rebuke for Mr Badawi. At the last elections, in 2004, he profited from his amiable manner and apparent promise of a less acerbic style than that of his long-serving predecessor, Mahathir Mohamad. The BN won 64% of the votes, 90% of the parliamentary seats and all but one of the other assembly elections.
In this election, it won just 51% of the votes; and 63% of parliamentary seats. This was its worst performance ever in Malaysia’s 50 years of independence, and crucially, for the first time since 1969, the BN lost the two-thirds majority in parliament it needs to amend the constitution.
Nor was this a truly free and fair election. The government enjoyed many entrenched advantages: huge resources; a docile, even sycophantic, press; permission more readily granted for big rallies; a ban on the candidacy of Anwar Ibrahim, a former deputy prime minister who is now the opposition’s best-known figure.
The government has denied Mr Anwar’s allegations of vote-rigging in close-fought constituencies. But sceptical opposition supporters were made even more suspicious last week when the Election Commission went back on its decision to use indelible ink to identify those who had voted. (It said it had uncovered a plot in which some of the ink had been smuggled into the country, apparently in an opposition attempt to dupe potential voters into disqualifying themselves through premature inking.)
One reason for Mr Badawi’s debacle is that, for once, the opposition did not cut its own throat. Its three main parties—Mr Anwar’s, now led by his wife; an Islamist party and the Democratic Action Party, which appeals mainly to the Chinese minority—on the whole did not compete with each other.
There are also worries about a slowing economy and rising prices; and a feeling that after 50 years of impressive economic growth, too many of the benefits have accrued to a small elite, and the Mr Badawi has not done enough to tackle corruption.
There is also anger among the minorities. Many Chinese, who make up about a quarter of the population, feel that policies of affirmative action in favour of the Malay majority are no longer necessary—if they ever were. And the Indian minority, only about 8% of the population, feel discriminated against and have turned against the BN’s main ethnic-Indian component, the Malaysian Indian Congress.
Whatever the reasons for it, the result places Mr Badawi’s future in doubt. Dr Mahathir has said he is “100% responsible” for the defeat and should resign. Unusually, Dr Mahathir admitted to a mistake of his own—having selected Mr Badawi as his successor.
Mr Badawi’s spokesman has said he has no intention of resigning. If he does not, he may come under pressure when his party, the United Malays National Organisation, holds its next congress. Since UMNO’s chief always becomes prime minister, that gathering has always been far more important than the general election in choosing Malaysia’s leaders. One of the many startling possibilities opened up by the latest election result is that this arrangement may not be immutable.
http://www.economist.com/world/asia/displaystory.cfm?story_id=10833119
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Robin Hood
Robin Hood is a figure in archetypal English folk tales, whose story originates from medieval times. In popular culture he is painted as a man known for robbing the rich to provide for the poor and fighting against injustice and tyranny.
It doesnt matter if he wins or loses, he has already won by just going to the battle. A simple man who has nothing superficial on his CV and takes the courage to fight for the welfare of the people, deserves my respect. Good luck Che Gu Bard. You are the modern version of Robin Hood.
I am doing my bit of community service. If you can vote, please do so. I agree with the Old Wise Man that we need strong leaders on both sides to ensure the country progresses for the benefit of our people. EVERYONE, and not for certain group's benefit. Otherwise, we will end like some of our neighbours, the gap between the rich and the poor is so huge that the country finds it difficult to compete with others. And Yes, I believe we should try to be at par with Down South.
Ms Coach made an interesting statement the other day, seeing how passionate I am with this election. "Ms Istanbul, let me know if one day you decide to run for election. I will be your supporter and gather all my friends to vote for you." Errr, I am sure her funds alone can cover my election campaign and better, her networking is damn good. *winks* Anyway Ms Coach, hope you have a nice time at Bali for your friend's wedding. I hope you will follow her footsteps so that on your wedding day, I get to go to nice places, fully sponsored by you. These bankers really make huge money to make a splurge for their friends! Psst, let me know if you get any goodie bags. (heard that on some occasions, the guests get seriously nice high end handbags.)
It doesnt matter if he wins or loses, he has already won by just going to the battle. A simple man who has nothing superficial on his CV and takes the courage to fight for the welfare of the people, deserves my respect. Good luck Che Gu Bard. You are the modern version of Robin Hood.
I am doing my bit of community service. If you can vote, please do so. I agree with the Old Wise Man that we need strong leaders on both sides to ensure the country progresses for the benefit of our people. EVERYONE, and not for certain group's benefit. Otherwise, we will end like some of our neighbours, the gap between the rich and the poor is so huge that the country finds it difficult to compete with others. And Yes, I believe we should try to be at par with Down South.
Ms Coach made an interesting statement the other day, seeing how passionate I am with this election. "Ms Istanbul, let me know if one day you decide to run for election. I will be your supporter and gather all my friends to vote for you." Errr, I am sure her funds alone can cover my election campaign and better, her networking is damn good. *winks* Anyway Ms Coach, hope you have a nice time at Bali for your friend's wedding. I hope you will follow her footsteps so that on your wedding day, I get to go to nice places, fully sponsored by you. These bankers really make huge money to make a splurge for their friends! Psst, let me know if you get any goodie bags. (heard that on some occasions, the guests get seriously nice high end handbags.)
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Love actually
Yesterday, my lil girl gave me a card. It was Mother’s day on Sunday. So yesterday, at school, she did the card. Inside it read,
“ To Mummy. I am sorry for not giving you anything on Mother’s day. I love you and I hope you get better. Love from Mini Ms Istanbul”
She drew a picture of me lying on bed and her standing next to.
You see, I got sick over the weekend. Really bad. It wasnt fever or flu. Just seriously bad stomach ache and vomiting. The pain was unbearable that on Sunday I decided to see the private doc. Thats me. I don’t compromise on our health. If a private GP is needed, so be it. And on Sundays, it’s an extra 50% charge. Apparently, according to him and my fellow doc friends, there is a bug running around. Weird English bug I reckon.
During this period, I must say that the lil one did her best to make me feel better. While I rested on the sofa, she took the blanket and covered me. I made sure that the snacks and drinks were on the table so that it would be easy for her to reach. The nanny came and took her out for a few hours so that she wouldn’t get bored.
When I read the card, it touched my heart. Her words show how much she loves me. I told her, “the best gift is your presence. And last weekend was the best mother’s day ever because you spent the day with me.” She smiled.
He came as well. Spent the whole afternoon, made pizza for the lil one. What more can I ask for? Thank you to both of you for taking care of me. I am blessed.
“ To Mummy. I am sorry for not giving you anything on Mother’s day. I love you and I hope you get better. Love from Mini Ms Istanbul”
She drew a picture of me lying on bed and her standing next to.
You see, I got sick over the weekend. Really bad. It wasnt fever or flu. Just seriously bad stomach ache and vomiting. The pain was unbearable that on Sunday I decided to see the private doc. Thats me. I don’t compromise on our health. If a private GP is needed, so be it. And on Sundays, it’s an extra 50% charge. Apparently, according to him and my fellow doc friends, there is a bug running around. Weird English bug I reckon.
During this period, I must say that the lil one did her best to make me feel better. While I rested on the sofa, she took the blanket and covered me. I made sure that the snacks and drinks were on the table so that it would be easy for her to reach. The nanny came and took her out for a few hours so that she wouldn’t get bored.
When I read the card, it touched my heart. Her words show how much she loves me. I told her, “the best gift is your presence. And last weekend was the best mother’s day ever because you spent the day with me.” She smiled.
He came as well. Spent the whole afternoon, made pizza for the lil one. What more can I ask for? Thank you to both of you for taking care of me. I am blessed.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Our heroes
Proud to see the second person in the slide show is Syed Mokhtar and Zaid Ibrahim is featured separately.
SM: Foundation funds remedial classes in English, science and math for 20,000 underachieving students from poor rural families each year. Hopes the extra schoolwork "will help bridge the educational divide between the rich and poor."
ZI: Champion of unpopular causes.
Zaid also has been a vocal critic of Malaysia's race-based political landscape, which has enshrined the divisions between the country's three main ethnic groups: the majority Malays, the Chinese and the Indians. "We have superficial unity," he says. "It has bred enmity. I think we need to start over." Talk like that has made Zaid an inspiration for Malaysians who wish to see the country transcend its ethnic divides.
Internal critiques of UMNO such as Zaid's are not customary. Big names who have strayed from the party line have been ignominiously ousted, even jailed. The UMNO disciplinary board felt that Zaid had offended it in 2005 and handed down a punishment. Then last month UMNO dropped him from its list of candidates in the Mar. 8 elections. But this is hardly slowing him down. "At the end of the day fear will not succeed," he says.
http://www.forbes.com/global/2008/0310/039.html
http://www.forbes.com/global/2008/0310/048.html
SM: Foundation funds remedial classes in English, science and math for 20,000 underachieving students from poor rural families each year. Hopes the extra schoolwork "will help bridge the educational divide between the rich and poor."
ZI: Champion of unpopular causes.
Zaid also has been a vocal critic of Malaysia's race-based political landscape, which has enshrined the divisions between the country's three main ethnic groups: the majority Malays, the Chinese and the Indians. "We have superficial unity," he says. "It has bred enmity. I think we need to start over." Talk like that has made Zaid an inspiration for Malaysians who wish to see the country transcend its ethnic divides.
Internal critiques of UMNO such as Zaid's are not customary. Big names who have strayed from the party line have been ignominiously ousted, even jailed. The UMNO disciplinary board felt that Zaid had offended it in 2005 and handed down a punishment. Then last month UMNO dropped him from its list of candidates in the Mar. 8 elections. But this is hardly slowing him down. "At the end of the day fear will not succeed," he says.
http://www.forbes.com/global/2008/0310/039.html
http://www.forbes.com/global/2008/0310/048.html
Rising temperature
Malaysian Prime Minister Abdullah Badawi launched his election manifesto yesterday, while his ruling coalition ran advertisements that read "Only One Choice: National Front." The irony wasn't lost on opposition parties, which don't enjoy the electoral advantages afforded to Mr. Abdullah's supporters. Even so, next month's parliamentary ballot will be an important referendum on the Prime Minister and his government.
Political change comes slowly in Malaysia, still a young democracy with an evolving middle class.
The National Front has a virtual choke hold on state-run media, and full coffers for pre-election campaign spending. Of the 222 parliamentary constituencies and 505 state legislature seats up for grabs on March 8, opposition parties are expected to seriously contest only one state: Kelantan, currently ruled by the Parti Islam Se-Malaysia, or PAS.
But even Mr. Abdullah admits that his coalition will likely lose some ground, if not the two-thirds parliamentary majority it currently enjoys on a national level. That's partly because the last time voters went to the polls, in 2004, Malaysia's economy was on an upswing, thanks to the U.S. Federal Reserve-stimulated flood of capital that flowed to Asia. Not so now: While inflation remains relatively contained, growth is slowing and food and energy prices are rising. Although that isn't entirely Mr. Abdullah's fault, faster economic liberalization earlier in his first term would have helped.
Mr. Abdullah also has backtracked from the timid political reforms he tried when first elected, such as allowing more public dissent in the streets and in Malaysia's media. That has rankled the country's ethnic minorities, who have protested in force in recent months to demand more attention to official corruption and a rethinking of affirmative-action policies that benefit the Malay majority. Mr. Abdullah didn't boost his popularity by cracking down hard on the public protests and imprisoning a clutch of protest leaders under the country's Internal Security Act, a colonial-era law that allows for detention without trial.
These moves have breathed new light into Malaysia's loosely organized opposition, informally led by former Deputy Prime Minister Anwar Ibrahim of the National Justice Party. It's an unlikely resurrection on both counts. Mr. Anwar isn't eligible to run for office again until April, and the opposition parties don't have much in common. The secular Democratic Action Party, for instance, rubs uneasily with the Islamist PAS, even though the PAS is reinventing itself as a more moderate, Shariah-lite party to woo moderate Malays.
Yet as in 1999, when Mr. Anwar led the reformasi, or reform movement, all opposition parties seem to sniff the National Front's weakness and are banding together for pragmatic ends. In an improvement from that earlier era, they are now running on ideas, not slogans. Today, Mr. Anwar is expected to release an election manifesto detailing, among other things, a pledge for capital-account liberalization, friendlier foreign investment regimes, cleaner and more predictable governance and an end to price controls and racial quotas.
That's an appealing message to Malaysia's entrepreneurs, who grow in number with every passing year. It's also a message that will appeal to ethnic minorities, who want equality of opportunity in schools and in business. As globalization moves on, Mr. Abdullah's message of handouts and affirmative action will start to look tired -- and perhaps it already has. We'll know, come March.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB120396610081191079.html?mod=opinion_main_europe_asia
Political change comes slowly in Malaysia, still a young democracy with an evolving middle class.
The National Front has a virtual choke hold on state-run media, and full coffers for pre-election campaign spending. Of the 222 parliamentary constituencies and 505 state legislature seats up for grabs on March 8, opposition parties are expected to seriously contest only one state: Kelantan, currently ruled by the Parti Islam Se-Malaysia, or PAS.
But even Mr. Abdullah admits that his coalition will likely lose some ground, if not the two-thirds parliamentary majority it currently enjoys on a national level. That's partly because the last time voters went to the polls, in 2004, Malaysia's economy was on an upswing, thanks to the U.S. Federal Reserve-stimulated flood of capital that flowed to Asia. Not so now: While inflation remains relatively contained, growth is slowing and food and energy prices are rising. Although that isn't entirely Mr. Abdullah's fault, faster economic liberalization earlier in his first term would have helped.
Mr. Abdullah also has backtracked from the timid political reforms he tried when first elected, such as allowing more public dissent in the streets and in Malaysia's media. That has rankled the country's ethnic minorities, who have protested in force in recent months to demand more attention to official corruption and a rethinking of affirmative-action policies that benefit the Malay majority. Mr. Abdullah didn't boost his popularity by cracking down hard on the public protests and imprisoning a clutch of protest leaders under the country's Internal Security Act, a colonial-era law that allows for detention without trial.
These moves have breathed new light into Malaysia's loosely organized opposition, informally led by former Deputy Prime Minister Anwar Ibrahim of the National Justice Party. It's an unlikely resurrection on both counts. Mr. Anwar isn't eligible to run for office again until April, and the opposition parties don't have much in common. The secular Democratic Action Party, for instance, rubs uneasily with the Islamist PAS, even though the PAS is reinventing itself as a more moderate, Shariah-lite party to woo moderate Malays.
Yet as in 1999, when Mr. Anwar led the reformasi, or reform movement, all opposition parties seem to sniff the National Front's weakness and are banding together for pragmatic ends. In an improvement from that earlier era, they are now running on ideas, not slogans. Today, Mr. Anwar is expected to release an election manifesto detailing, among other things, a pledge for capital-account liberalization, friendlier foreign investment regimes, cleaner and more predictable governance and an end to price controls and racial quotas.
That's an appealing message to Malaysia's entrepreneurs, who grow in number with every passing year. It's also a message that will appeal to ethnic minorities, who want equality of opportunity in schools and in business. As globalization moves on, Mr. Abdullah's message of handouts and affirmative action will start to look tired -- and perhaps it already has. We'll know, come March.
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB120396610081191079.html?mod=opinion_main_europe_asia
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Sexiness
I miss wearing skirts. So today I decided to brave the weather and put on one, with matching high heels shoes and black diamond shapes opaque/tights (more comfy that those fishnet stockings) . For a person who wears boots most of the time, it was a struggle to spend the whole day in those shoes. I wonder how did I manage with the 3 inch stilettos back home. Oh yeah, I forgot. I had a car then. I never even bothered to walk to the shops which are only 5 minutes away from home.
Anyway, the sexiness is not related to the way I dressed today. It’s about an article published in one of the dailies back home. It compared the elections between Thais and ours and how we fare. Apparently, ours is not sexy enough as we have had the same party ruled the country. I thought the article was catchy. *winks*
If I can exercise my vote, I will choose someone who can represent and speak for the people. That person should technically come from where I live (although it seems it is not the case back home). It’s all about leadership and not necessarily the brand.
Say in my world, we have the BBB banks who pinch top performers from their rivals. It doesn’t matter where these guys work, they still can deliver the results. No matter how huge the brand name is, it is all about the people and whether they can make themselves valuable. You can give them all the trainings and incentives but if they don’t have the effort to deliver the results, they will not be there for long. Of course the difference between the BBBs and the other banks is that the BBBs have more resources to deliver good results to clients. BUT it should be noted that regardless how much resources they have, it is pointless if the employees who are representing them do not possess the right skills and qualities, hence poor customer services. Now that explains why these people are paid ridiculously high bonus. *winks*
I can sense that there will be changes in this coming election. Well, at least to certain extent that we have check and balance.
Anyway, the sexiness is not related to the way I dressed today. It’s about an article published in one of the dailies back home. It compared the elections between Thais and ours and how we fare. Apparently, ours is not sexy enough as we have had the same party ruled the country. I thought the article was catchy. *winks*
If I can exercise my vote, I will choose someone who can represent and speak for the people. That person should technically come from where I live (although it seems it is not the case back home). It’s all about leadership and not necessarily the brand.
Say in my world, we have the BBB banks who pinch top performers from their rivals. It doesn’t matter where these guys work, they still can deliver the results. No matter how huge the brand name is, it is all about the people and whether they can make themselves valuable. You can give them all the trainings and incentives but if they don’t have the effort to deliver the results, they will not be there for long. Of course the difference between the BBBs and the other banks is that the BBBs have more resources to deliver good results to clients. BUT it should be noted that regardless how much resources they have, it is pointless if the employees who are representing them do not possess the right skills and qualities, hence poor customer services. Now that explains why these people are paid ridiculously high bonus. *winks*
I can sense that there will be changes in this coming election. Well, at least to certain extent that we have check and balance.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Young love
When I got home today, my baby was smiling ear to ear. Mind you, she is always a happy girl but today, she looked happier than always. First question popped out from my mouth was, “did you eat any chocolate?”
Today she received a letter from her class-mate. A boy to be precise. There was a heart figure in her letter. By then I understood why she was feeling the way she did.
How sweet is young love. I’m happy to see her floating into air, just like a fairy. Dancing her way around in the house. Nothing could take away her moment.
Happy love day my little angel!
Happy love day to you too! May you have a beautiful time with your loved ones.
Today she received a letter from her class-mate. A boy to be precise. There was a heart figure in her letter. By then I understood why she was feeling the way she did.
How sweet is young love. I’m happy to see her floating into air, just like a fairy. Dancing her way around in the house. Nothing could take away her moment.
Happy love day my little angel!
Happy love day to you too! May you have a beautiful time with your loved ones.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
My first time
Of watching football. I dont think I ever watch a full game. Last night however, I did. Live at Wembley Stadium.
Never thought I'd say this but football is so much fun! I mean, it's very different to watch it from the comfort of your sofa than in a cheering crowd. Of course, I think I enjoyed it more cos I had it with VIP style.
Mr Milan came here just to watch the game. It was the first for England under the new manager, who happens to be a good friend of Mr Milan. We got great seats, view to die for. The driver dropped us at the main entrance where only people with the right pass could enter. There are a few entrances but ours had no crowds.
Seriously, I really had a great time. The cheers, chants, from not understanding the game, I became engrossed with it. *smiles*
Of course, like I said to my secretary, I think the next time I'll watch it, I'd prefer the VIP style. Just becos it's more convenient to reach home on time. Other people had to park their cars quite a distance or walked for a fair bit with the freezing weather to the nearest underground/rail/bus station.
Got more stories to share but I'll save it next time. I'm way too sleepy now. Good night everyone!
Never thought I'd say this but football is so much fun! I mean, it's very different to watch it from the comfort of your sofa than in a cheering crowd. Of course, I think I enjoyed it more cos I had it with VIP style.
Mr Milan came here just to watch the game. It was the first for England under the new manager, who happens to be a good friend of Mr Milan. We got great seats, view to die for. The driver dropped us at the main entrance where only people with the right pass could enter. There are a few entrances but ours had no crowds.
Seriously, I really had a great time. The cheers, chants, from not understanding the game, I became engrossed with it. *smiles*
Of course, like I said to my secretary, I think the next time I'll watch it, I'd prefer the VIP style. Just becos it's more convenient to reach home on time. Other people had to park their cars quite a distance or walked for a fair bit with the freezing weather to the nearest underground/rail/bus station.
Got more stories to share but I'll save it next time. I'm way too sleepy now. Good night everyone!
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Gong xi fa chai!
Wish everyone a happy Chinese New Year! May the year of Rat brings more blessings to you.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Sleeping beauty
My baby fell asleep while reading. We were both in bed, she with a book, me with this laptop. She's been reading in silence these days, unless she gets stuck with a difficult word. Guess it must have been a tiring day for her that she fell asleep without finishing her book. I couldnt help myself from smiling.
Just like me... She is a true mini ms istanbul. Though I pray that apart from sleeping with a good book, she will have her soulmate by her side when she reaches my age.
Good night my sleeping beauty. Sweet dreams.
Just like me... She is a true mini ms istanbul. Though I pray that apart from sleeping with a good book, she will have her soulmate by her side when she reaches my age.
Good night my sleeping beauty. Sweet dreams.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Taking steps
"There are about a hundred steps between where we are and our dream house. They’ll be fun steps. They’ll be sexy steps. And we’ll try not to fall down them together. Okay?"
Me and another close friend, Mr Nice had our mini farewell lunch with Ms Argentina. She is going back for good after her 2 year stint with us. I'm sure I'll miss her like crazy. Our coffee rounds, office gossips, understanding our culture etc. Instead of talking about her, we ended up talking about me and my beau. She asked a very intriguing question to Mr Nice, “why is she not taking her relationship seriously?”
Coming from a person who didn’t understand my culture and beliefs at the beginning, Ms Argentina has done well. Love knows no boundaries and both her and Mr Nice truly think that the one is a wonderful person. She finds it odd that I am not 100% into this so-called relationship.
I guess I’m being practical. There are many steps in between where we are and our dreams. So far, we have done well in taking the steps. We try not to make big plans but eventually, a plan has to be made and we both have to decide what we want to do with the plan. Are we in this for the long haul?
So yes, this is why I don’t and I can’t take my relationship seriously. The lil one comes first, next our wellbeing i.e. a good career with lots of perks to pay the bills and the nice stuffs for both of us, finally my love-life.
Oh speaking about career, I got headhunted for one of the elite banks. I’m not too keen with the terms so I’ve asked the headhunter to enquire whether they are looking for a senior role with much better perks. I’m not the type who will leave for a slightly higher pay with 1-2 years bonus. In my world, bonus is discretionary and with the current market, I have seen some who didn’t get any. So yes, much higher pay with a decent bonus will do for me. Uncle D seems to think I did quite well negotiating with the headhunter.
Till then..
Me and another close friend, Mr Nice had our mini farewell lunch with Ms Argentina. She is going back for good after her 2 year stint with us. I'm sure I'll miss her like crazy. Our coffee rounds, office gossips, understanding our culture etc. Instead of talking about her, we ended up talking about me and my beau. She asked a very intriguing question to Mr Nice, “why is she not taking her relationship seriously?”
Coming from a person who didn’t understand my culture and beliefs at the beginning, Ms Argentina has done well. Love knows no boundaries and both her and Mr Nice truly think that the one is a wonderful person. She finds it odd that I am not 100% into this so-called relationship.
I guess I’m being practical. There are many steps in between where we are and our dreams. So far, we have done well in taking the steps. We try not to make big plans but eventually, a plan has to be made and we both have to decide what we want to do with the plan. Are we in this for the long haul?
So yes, this is why I don’t and I can’t take my relationship seriously. The lil one comes first, next our wellbeing i.e. a good career with lots of perks to pay the bills and the nice stuffs for both of us, finally my love-life.
Oh speaking about career, I got headhunted for one of the elite banks. I’m not too keen with the terms so I’ve asked the headhunter to enquire whether they are looking for a senior role with much better perks. I’m not the type who will leave for a slightly higher pay with 1-2 years bonus. In my world, bonus is discretionary and with the current market, I have seen some who didn’t get any. So yes, much higher pay with a decent bonus will do for me. Uncle D seems to think I did quite well negotiating with the headhunter.
Till then..
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Of an age
After much persuasion from Uncle D, I finally let him to get something for me. Uncle D can be considered as my god-uncle. Each time we bump into each other, he always makes time for me and my girl. He remembers the lil girl’s favourite dish and will always call us if Malaysia Hall serves it that day. People refer him as his title but to me, he is my dear uncle D, who never fails to give his words of wisdom. Despite having good friends such as The Steelman (if you read Forbes/business times, you’ll know whom I’m referring to), The Chairman of UK football clubs, etc, he remains humble. I was very happy and felt privileged that today he not only went to buy my birthday gift, he also took the time to drop by at my office to pass it to me. We had coffee and managed to spend an hour catching up.
I wanted to get this particular Gucci watch for the past 1 ½ years but it has never gone on sale! So it took me by surprise when Uncle D got something better than that. A Baume Mercier watch, simple yet classy. Uncle D really has good taste. Typical accountant, I googled it and the price tag almost pop my eye balls! Thank you so much Uncle D. Not only for the gift but also your time for seeing me, a small person and nowhere compare to your rich and famous friends.
My close colleague said that I’m in the wrong profession. With the people I know, I should be doing private banking for UHNW (ultra high net worth) people. The bonus for this profession is definitely more than a year’s salary (some may be looking in the region of millions!). I love my current role and if I ever move, I’ll take Uncle D’s advice to join BBB (bulge bracket banks) and slave myself for a few years. Then, hopefully, I will make my big break.
Also, for the first time, I had many people wishing me. Many sms received, family and old friends. Dragon Lady, Alchemist, CB (thanks for saying that I’m the hottest mama! *winks*) and Ms Magistrate. Mr Milan called all the way from China to wish me. My beloved secretary got a cute cupcake complete with candles, and sang for me (quietly of course. Told her not to tell everyone).
As for the love of my life, my precious angel. She has been singing since last night. She told her class-mates and teachers the day before and everyone wished me. When we got back from school, she passed me the card she wrote earlier. Thank you my love!
It was indeed a wonderful day.
I wanted to get this particular Gucci watch for the past 1 ½ years but it has never gone on sale! So it took me by surprise when Uncle D got something better than that. A Baume Mercier watch, simple yet classy. Uncle D really has good taste. Typical accountant, I googled it and the price tag almost pop my eye balls! Thank you so much Uncle D. Not only for the gift but also your time for seeing me, a small person and nowhere compare to your rich and famous friends.
My close colleague said that I’m in the wrong profession. With the people I know, I should be doing private banking for UHNW (ultra high net worth) people. The bonus for this profession is definitely more than a year’s salary (some may be looking in the region of millions!). I love my current role and if I ever move, I’ll take Uncle D’s advice to join BBB (bulge bracket banks) and slave myself for a few years. Then, hopefully, I will make my big break.
Also, for the first time, I had many people wishing me. Many sms received, family and old friends. Dragon Lady, Alchemist, CB (thanks for saying that I’m the hottest mama! *winks*) and Ms Magistrate. Mr Milan called all the way from China to wish me. My beloved secretary got a cute cupcake complete with candles, and sang for me (quietly of course. Told her not to tell everyone).
As for the love of my life, my precious angel. She has been singing since last night. She told her class-mates and teachers the day before and everyone wished me. When we got back from school, she passed me the card she wrote earlier. Thank you my love!
It was indeed a wonderful day.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Chemical reaction
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
Dragon Lady sent a lovely card and wrote the above quote. Despite feeling low due to a family member being ill, she still spared some time calling me to wish and sent the card prior. Thank you dear for your thoughts. My prayers to you and may you be strong during this time.
I thought I had something to share but somehow, it seems to have disappeared. I guess maybe next time. For now, I want to snuggle with my teddy bear.
Dragon Lady sent a lovely card and wrote the above quote. Despite feeling low due to a family member being ill, she still spared some time calling me to wish and sent the card prior. Thank you dear for your thoughts. My prayers to you and may you be strong during this time.
I thought I had something to share but somehow, it seems to have disappeared. I guess maybe next time. For now, I want to snuggle with my teddy bear.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Farewell 2007
I’ve been occupied these days. Being a SAHM is really hard work. *winks* Anyway, I told myself to make sure that I make one last posting for 2007.
I hope you had a good year. Some of you had a rough time. D with the loss of her husband, Simah with the loss of her baba. One went MIA for a while until we blogged him to reappear (Uncle Lee). Some became more independent (monster mom without a maid. *smiles*) and some had a few butterflies in the stomach moments (sweet Fizzy). One became a successful sales person (Kak Teh promoting her hubby’s book). Last but not least, dear Ruby for maintaining her vogue throughout the year.
As for me, I think (and I hope) I have become calmer and positive about life. There were many fairytales moments that came true. The presence of Mr Milan who is now a dear friend, together with his PA and chauffer; the meeting with Mr Big which brought me back to memory lane. It was a nice moment to be reminded of being a woman, being all girly inside.
Most importantly, I learn that love has no boundary. I have less expectation when it comes to relationship. At the same time, I have to think what’s best for my lil girl. All I can do is pray and hope that things will go well.
I would like to share this lovely message sent by Ms CFO:
Sweet words are easy to say. Sweet things are easy to buy. But sweet people are difficult to find. Life ends when we stop breathing. Hope ends when we stop believing. Friendship ends when you stop sharing. To love without condition... to talk without intention... to give without reason...and to care without expectation.
Happy new year everyone!
I hope you had a good year. Some of you had a rough time. D with the loss of her husband, Simah with the loss of her baba. One went MIA for a while until we blogged him to reappear (Uncle Lee). Some became more independent (monster mom without a maid. *smiles*) and some had a few butterflies in the stomach moments (sweet Fizzy). One became a successful sales person (Kak Teh promoting her hubby’s book). Last but not least, dear Ruby for maintaining her vogue throughout the year.
As for me, I think (and I hope) I have become calmer and positive about life. There were many fairytales moments that came true. The presence of Mr Milan who is now a dear friend, together with his PA and chauffer; the meeting with Mr Big which brought me back to memory lane. It was a nice moment to be reminded of being a woman, being all girly inside.
Most importantly, I learn that love has no boundary. I have less expectation when it comes to relationship. At the same time, I have to think what’s best for my lil girl. All I can do is pray and hope that things will go well.
I would like to share this lovely message sent by Ms CFO:
Sweet words are easy to say. Sweet things are easy to buy. But sweet people are difficult to find. Life ends when we stop breathing. Hope ends when we stop believing. Friendship ends when you stop sharing. To love without condition... to talk without intention... to give without reason...and to care without expectation.
Happy new year everyone!
Friday, December 28, 2007
So close...
You’re in my arms
And all the world is calm
The music playing on for only two
So close together
And when I’m with you
So close to feeling alive
A life goes by
Romantic dreams will stop
So I bid mine goodbye and never knew
So close was waiting, waiting here with you
And now forever I know
All that I wanted to hold you
So close
So close to reaching that famous happy end
Almost believing this was not pretend
And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come
So far we are so close
How could I face the faceless days
If I should lose you now?
We’re so close
To reaching that famous happy end
And almost believing this was not pretend
Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are
So close
So close
And still so far
How does she know you love her?
If you have a daughter, or if you just want to feel like a girl again, I recommend you to watch this movie. Every girl, even when she gets older and wiser, still hopes for her fairy tale and dreams to come true.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Alpha female
This is dedicated to all my hard-working female readers.
Do you sometimes feel that life is unfair? That some people get things easily. You study hard, graduated from world class institution, work yourself to climb the ladder, do it the right way. Yet somehow, you feel you are not "there" yet.
At times, you are surrounded by people who didnt study much nor work hard, engage into immoral activities etc. Classic example, during your student years, you have friends who are proud of being the candy girls to support their lavish lifestyle. They had the house, car (some even had driver!) and pocket money equivalent to graduate's earnings. Now, 10 years down the road, these girls are still having a good life, (materially) while you are still trying to make you first break (ok, so maybe you are earning above average). Still, you are working your ass to get the right recognition and provide a better life for yourself (to some, to your children).
But then again, come to think of it, these people are still either candy girls, long-term mistress or those who are lucky enough, wife. Yet, what is a marriage if, assume you are the only wife, your hubby has sleeping partners but you are staying in the marriage to sustain your lifestyle or, be the hidden second/third wife and never be acknowledged? Do you reckon these people are actually happy?
We all know that this is still a man's world and we try to make a difference. Like in one of the CSI's episodes:
Lady Heather: Well, you should. It's just about knowing yourself, being strong and not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.
Catherine: Well, death is still a man's business and I don't have to tell you about police work.
Lady Heather: So, how do you survive?
Catherine: By knowing myself and working hard...and by not taking any crap
from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.
So there you go ladies, dont take the crap from ANYONE! Believe in yourself and God's will, you will get your break, your own way. When you do, dont forget your loved ones (in my case, it'll be the luxury holiday for my 3 girls; mini ms istanbul and 2 best friends).
ps: This is a reminder to myself. The one has been telling me that I'm doing a great job as a woman and a mom. I just needed a slap (virtually). So yes, I am happy. *smiles*
Do you sometimes feel that life is unfair? That some people get things easily. You study hard, graduated from world class institution, work yourself to climb the ladder, do it the right way. Yet somehow, you feel you are not "there" yet.
At times, you are surrounded by people who didnt study much nor work hard, engage into immoral activities etc. Classic example, during your student years, you have friends who are proud of being the candy girls to support their lavish lifestyle. They had the house, car (some even had driver!) and pocket money equivalent to graduate's earnings. Now, 10 years down the road, these girls are still having a good life, (materially) while you are still trying to make you first break (ok, so maybe you are earning above average). Still, you are working your ass to get the right recognition and provide a better life for yourself (to some, to your children).
But then again, come to think of it, these people are still either candy girls, long-term mistress or those who are lucky enough, wife. Yet, what is a marriage if, assume you are the only wife, your hubby has sleeping partners but you are staying in the marriage to sustain your lifestyle or, be the hidden second/third wife and never be acknowledged? Do you reckon these people are actually happy?
We all know that this is still a man's world and we try to make a difference. Like in one of the CSI's episodes:
Lady Heather: Well, you should. It's just about knowing yourself, being strong and not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.
Catherine: Well, death is still a man's business and I don't have to tell you about police work.
Lady Heather: So, how do you survive?
Catherine: By knowing myself and working hard...and by not taking any crap
from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.
So there you go ladies, dont take the crap from ANYONE! Believe in yourself and God's will, you will get your break, your own way. When you do, dont forget your loved ones (in my case, it'll be the luxury holiday for my 3 girls; mini ms istanbul and 2 best friends).
ps: This is a reminder to myself. The one has been telling me that I'm doing a great job as a woman and a mom. I just needed a slap (virtually). So yes, I am happy. *smiles*
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Tag
I was tagged by Ruby so here's my bit:
1. Name one person who made you laugh last night. Mini Ms Istanbul
2. What were you doing at 0800? Sleeping (it’s Saturday!)
3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Talked over the phone with Dragon Lady from the land down under.
4. What happened to you in 2006? Travelled with mini MI to a few places, just the two of us
5. What was the last thing you said out loud? Bye (to Iron Lady).
6. How many beverages did you have today? Teh tarik and water.
7. What color is your hairbrush? Blue
8. What was the last thing you paid for? My dinner last night.
9. Where were you last night? Dinner outside, then home.
10. What color is your front door? Beige
11. Where do you keep your change? Purse.
12. What’s the weather like today? Freezing.
13. What’s the best ice-cream flavor? Chocolate fudge.
14. What excites you? Thinking of him *winks*
15. Do you want to cut your hair? YES!!!
16. Are you over the age of 25? Of course.
17. Do you talk a lot? Sometimes but usually I’m a listener.
18. Do you watch the O.C.? Used to.
19. Do you know anyone named Steven? My colleague.
20. Do you make up your own words? YES (when you have kids of your own, you will have to make up words).
21. Are you a jealous person? Depends.
22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’. CB (his name starts with A)
23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’. Richard Gere (that’s how I address him with Alchemist and Dragon Lady).
24. Who’s the first person on your received call list? Dragon lady.
25. What does the last text message you received say? Thank you.
26. Do you chew on your straw? Nope
27. Do you have curly hair? Depends on the weather.
28. Where’s the next place you’re going to? Coffee later with mini MI.
29. Who’s the rudest person in your life? Cant remember.
30. What was the last thing you ate? Nasi lemak with rendang (coconut rice).
31. Will you get married in the future? *sceptical*
32. What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks? The Golden Compass
33. Is there anyone you like right now? Yes.
34. When was the last time you did the dishes? Last night.
35. Are you currently depressed? On the scale to 10, mine is 2.
36. Did you cry today? Nope.
37. Why did you answer and post this? Ruby tagged me.
38. Tag 5 people who would do this survey. Fizzy, monster mom, D, kak teh, uncle lee.
To Dragon lady, sorry I didnt mention you about my blog before. Have fun reading yeah! Miss you like nuts.
1. Name one person who made you laugh last night. Mini Ms Istanbul
2. What were you doing at 0800? Sleeping (it’s Saturday!)
3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Talked over the phone with Dragon Lady from the land down under.
4. What happened to you in 2006? Travelled with mini MI to a few places, just the two of us
5. What was the last thing you said out loud? Bye (to Iron Lady).
6. How many beverages did you have today? Teh tarik and water.
7. What color is your hairbrush? Blue
8. What was the last thing you paid for? My dinner last night.
9. Where were you last night? Dinner outside, then home.
10. What color is your front door? Beige
11. Where do you keep your change? Purse.
12. What’s the weather like today? Freezing.
13. What’s the best ice-cream flavor? Chocolate fudge.
14. What excites you? Thinking of him *winks*
15. Do you want to cut your hair? YES!!!
16. Are you over the age of 25? Of course.
17. Do you talk a lot? Sometimes but usually I’m a listener.
18. Do you watch the O.C.? Used to.
19. Do you know anyone named Steven? My colleague.
20. Do you make up your own words? YES (when you have kids of your own, you will have to make up words).
21. Are you a jealous person? Depends.
22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’. CB (his name starts with A)
23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’. Richard Gere (that’s how I address him with Alchemist and Dragon Lady).
24. Who’s the first person on your received call list? Dragon lady.
25. What does the last text message you received say? Thank you.
26. Do you chew on your straw? Nope
27. Do you have curly hair? Depends on the weather.
28. Where’s the next place you’re going to? Coffee later with mini MI.
29. Who’s the rudest person in your life? Cant remember.
30. What was the last thing you ate? Nasi lemak with rendang (coconut rice).
31. Will you get married in the future? *sceptical*
32. What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks? The Golden Compass
33. Is there anyone you like right now? Yes.
34. When was the last time you did the dishes? Last night.
35. Are you currently depressed? On the scale to 10, mine is 2.
36. Did you cry today? Nope.
37. Why did you answer and post this? Ruby tagged me.
38. Tag 5 people who would do this survey. Fizzy, monster mom, D, kak teh, uncle lee.
To Dragon lady, sorry I didnt mention you about my blog before. Have fun reading yeah! Miss you like nuts.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Being "rich"
I realise I havent been writing these days. I had limited time to myself. Work has been demanding and my spare time has been allocated to the lil one. Not to mention that my mind has been occupied by provoking questions.
Before I continue with my ramblings, best friend just texted me that she’s a qualified SAP (she is already a qualified accountant!). I’m so happy for her (and I’m sure she’s going to whack me for telling the whole world that she passed her exam). So dear, are you going to get an increment for passing that paper? They should give you a pay rise. If that fails, you can always send your CV around (SAP people get paid a lot from what I hear).
On another note, I’m getting extra attention these days. I got “sorry for making your life miserable these days” gifts from the one; a book which I just finished reading about 10 mins ago and a high tech gadget. Being practical, I returned the latter cos I don’t use it nor will I have the time to do so. He reckons I should change for another gift. I am being spoilt. Not just me, but also the lil one. He has been searching for her “wish list” but there was none in stock! Knowing that he took the time to search for her gift makes me happy.
Back to the happiness topic, we keep on thinking that people who appear better physically, are happy inside. These include having the ideal family, high-flying career, etc. Just because they look better, it doesn’t mean that they are happier.
It’s like this conversation which I had with my girl. One day, we somehow walked past to a familiar area and my girl popped this question, “do you remember when we were poor, mummy?”
I was surprised by her question, as well as her selection of words.
“Yes. Why? Were you sad?”
“Yeah.”
“Why were you sad before?”
“Because we lived in a small place.”
“Well, it was a small place but remember, we always had each other. Some children live in a big house but they don’t get to see their mommy or daddy because they are too busy. So do you want to have a big house and not see me, or do you want to live in a small house and you see me everyday, do things together?”
“I want to see you everyday mummy.”
“So, were you sad when we live in that old house?”
“No mummy.” With a smile on her face.
I hope she understands that being together is more important than being “rich”. Sometimes I ask myself why did I even bother to move to a bigger place as we spend most of our time in my room! She is still my teddy bear and I’m not sure when I will let her sleep in her own room. Before she does so, I better enjoy having my teddy bear in my bed.
Good night dear friends.
Before I continue with my ramblings, best friend just texted me that she’s a qualified SAP (she is already a qualified accountant!). I’m so happy for her (and I’m sure she’s going to whack me for telling the whole world that she passed her exam). So dear, are you going to get an increment for passing that paper? They should give you a pay rise. If that fails, you can always send your CV around (SAP people get paid a lot from what I hear).
On another note, I’m getting extra attention these days. I got “sorry for making your life miserable these days” gifts from the one; a book which I just finished reading about 10 mins ago and a high tech gadget. Being practical, I returned the latter cos I don’t use it nor will I have the time to do so. He reckons I should change for another gift. I am being spoilt. Not just me, but also the lil one. He has been searching for her “wish list” but there was none in stock! Knowing that he took the time to search for her gift makes me happy.
Back to the happiness topic, we keep on thinking that people who appear better physically, are happy inside. These include having the ideal family, high-flying career, etc. Just because they look better, it doesn’t mean that they are happier.
It’s like this conversation which I had with my girl. One day, we somehow walked past to a familiar area and my girl popped this question, “do you remember when we were poor, mummy?”
I was surprised by her question, as well as her selection of words.
“Yes. Why? Were you sad?”
“Yeah.”
“Why were you sad before?”
“Because we lived in a small place.”
“Well, it was a small place but remember, we always had each other. Some children live in a big house but they don’t get to see their mommy or daddy because they are too busy. So do you want to have a big house and not see me, or do you want to live in a small house and you see me everyday, do things together?”
“I want to see you everyday mummy.”
“So, were you sad when we live in that old house?”
“No mummy.” With a smile on her face.
I hope she understands that being together is more important than being “rich”. Sometimes I ask myself why did I even bother to move to a bigger place as we spend most of our time in my room! She is still my teddy bear and I’m not sure when I will let her sleep in her own room. Before she does so, I better enjoy having my teddy bear in my bed.
Good night dear friends.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Happiness
Those looking for happiness often don't realize they already have it. It's a lesson that he says he was lucky to learn at age 18 from a spiritual teacher. "He said, 'Look, actually, Robert, you're already happy.' And I said, 'Well, that's great, but I don't feel it. So tell me, what do I have to do?'" Dr. Holden recalls. "And he said, 'You have to understand that the pursuit of happiness is a mistake. It's like, you don't chase happiness out there. You learn that you're happy inside you and then you go running. Then you go into the world.'"
The key to being happy is overcoming "destination addiction," which he defines as "living in the not-now."
"It's always about tomorrow, so you're chasing 'more,' 'next' and 'there,'" he says. "You promise yourself that when you get there, you'll be happy. And I promise you, you won't, because you'll always set another destination to go for."
Instead, Dr. Holden says if you are unhappy with your life, there are two things you can do. "We have to learn to let go of our past, we have to give up all hopes for a perfect past. Let the past go, it's gone." After that, he says, "Take a vow of kindness. Be kinder to yourself and to others.
"It's never too late to be happy," he says.
http://www.oprah.com/tows/slide/200704/20070411/slide_20070411_350_101.jhtml
The key to being happy is overcoming "destination addiction," which he defines as "living in the not-now."
"It's always about tomorrow, so you're chasing 'more,' 'next' and 'there,'" he says. "You promise yourself that when you get there, you'll be happy. And I promise you, you won't, because you'll always set another destination to go for."
Instead, Dr. Holden says if you are unhappy with your life, there are two things you can do. "We have to learn to let go of our past, we have to give up all hopes for a perfect past. Let the past go, it's gone." After that, he says, "Take a vow of kindness. Be kinder to yourself and to others.
"It's never too late to be happy," he says.
http://www.oprah.com/tows/slide/200704/20070411/slide_20070411_350_101.jhtml
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Hold you in arms
Hold you in my arms - Ray LaMontagne
When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see that you'd been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you in my arms forever
When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
It's my worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
Love is a poor man's food
Don't prophesize
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
So now we see how it is
This fist begets the spear
Weapons of war
Symptoms of madness
Don't let your eyes refuse to see
Don't let your ears refuse to hear
Or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold forever
"Sometimes I am afraid of losing you."
Thank you for making me feel that I am that woman. Thank you for making me feel that losing me will mean a great loss to you. Thank you for acknowledging my presence and how important I am in your life.
You are my Zahir...always have and always be.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Of a woman
I look across at the woman who has just made coffee and is now reading the newspaper, whose eyes look tired and desperate, who does not always show her affection in gestures, the woman who made me say 'yes' when I wanted to say 'no', who forced me to fight for what she believed was my reason for living, who let me set off alone because her love for me was greater than her love for herself, who made me go in search of my dream;
and suddenly, seeing that small quiet woman, whose eyes said more than any words, who was often terrified inside but always courageous in her actions, who could love someone without humbling herself and who never apologised for fighting for her man, suddenly, my fingers press down the keys.
I wish I can be that woman...capable of loving someone purely, allowing him to reach for his dreams, making him believe that he has a lot to offer.
I wish he knows I'm there for him... like he has been there for me all these while...
I wish him happiness in life, even if it means that it may not include me... For seeing him happy and at peace make me content...
I wish I am capable of unconditional love..
and suddenly, seeing that small quiet woman, whose eyes said more than any words, who was often terrified inside but always courageous in her actions, who could love someone without humbling herself and who never apologised for fighting for her man, suddenly, my fingers press down the keys.
I wish I can be that woman...capable of loving someone purely, allowing him to reach for his dreams, making him believe that he has a lot to offer.
I wish he knows I'm there for him... like he has been there for me all these while...
I wish him happiness in life, even if it means that it may not include me... For seeing him happy and at peace make me content...
I wish I am capable of unconditional love..
Devils disguise as humans
Trenor's statement said on July 24, she and Zeigler both beat the child with leather belts and held her head under water in the bathtub. She said Zeigler picked the girl up by her hair and also threw her across the room, slamming her head into the tile floor.
After her daughter died, Trenor's statement said, she and Zeigler went to a Wal-Mart that night and bought the Sterilite container, a shovel, concrete mix, and other supplies.
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/11/26/body.found.arrest/index.html
If you have no more love for your own child, there are MANY options for you. Adoption, child services, etc. You dont have to resort to abusing or killing them. Many people out there who are capable to love your child.
I hate these people. Luckily I'm not a politician or a judge. Otherwise, harsher punishment for these devils.
After her daughter died, Trenor's statement said, she and Zeigler went to a Wal-Mart that night and bought the Sterilite container, a shovel, concrete mix, and other supplies.
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/11/26/body.found.arrest/index.html
If you have no more love for your own child, there are MANY options for you. Adoption, child services, etc. You dont have to resort to abusing or killing them. Many people out there who are capable to love your child.
I hate these people. Luckily I'm not a politician or a judge. Otherwise, harsher punishment for these devils.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
The acomodador
There is always an event in our lives that is responsible for us failing to progress: a trauma, a particular bitter defeat, a disappointment in love, even a victory that we did not quite understand, can make cowards of us and prevent us from moving on. As part of the process of increasing his hidden powers, the shaman must first free himself from that giving-up point and, to do so, he must review his whole life and find out where it occured.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Happy endings?
Tonight's Californication episode had a sad ending. On arrival at Karen's house, Hank bumped into Karen (the ex-wife) and Becca (their daughter) at the front door. Karen was rushing to see Mia (her fiance's daughter) who got herself into men & drug trouble. So Hank insisted on accompanying Karen, leaving their 12 year old daughter all by herself. Oh yeah, Hank slept with Mia before (before they knew they were actually connected i.e. Mia's dad is seeing Hank's ex wife!).
When they got back, Hank went to see Becca to wish her good night and to say that he'll make it up to her another day. Earlier on, they had a discussion on happy endings, about having realistic hopes. Becca said, "It's ok dad. I know you dont mean to let me down. But you always do. And sometimes, when it becomes too often, at the end of the day, we just say 'f*** off'. Here's your change, dad. You can keep it."
As much as she wants to believe that her dad wants to be there for her, it just doesnt happen. Action speaks louder than words. Too many disappointments that she feels that when it comes to him, her expectation must be realistic.
When the statement comes from your own child, the cut goes deeper......
ps: I had to decline two dates that would have been the highlights of my life. One was last week, to watch a football match and definitely dine with hot-looking footballers. *winks* Mr Milan's team qualified to the Euro 2008 games. Tomorrow, to watch a theatre. I've been busy for the past few weeks and any free time that I have, I want to spend it with my girl. The dates can wait.
When they got back, Hank went to see Becca to wish her good night and to say that he'll make it up to her another day. Earlier on, they had a discussion on happy endings, about having realistic hopes. Becca said, "It's ok dad. I know you dont mean to let me down. But you always do. And sometimes, when it becomes too often, at the end of the day, we just say 'f*** off'. Here's your change, dad. You can keep it."
As much as she wants to believe that her dad wants to be there for her, it just doesnt happen. Action speaks louder than words. Too many disappointments that she feels that when it comes to him, her expectation must be realistic.
When the statement comes from your own child, the cut goes deeper......
ps: I had to decline two dates that would have been the highlights of my life. One was last week, to watch a football match and definitely dine with hot-looking footballers. *winks* Mr Milan's team qualified to the Euro 2008 games. Tomorrow, to watch a theatre. I've been busy for the past few weeks and any free time that I have, I want to spend it with my girl. The dates can wait.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
How do you manage?
That seems to be the most asked question by my colleagues/directors these days.
Of late, I have too much things on my plate. Deadlines (never work with bankers, unless of course you are one. Then you have control of things. *smiles *), family life (new nanny, school's meeting), etc. I was working so hard last week that I hardly spoke to anyone, which is unlike me to do so. Ms Argentina kept saying how quiet I had been lately. Even coffee rounds were minimised.
I wish I have the answer. Sometimes I ask myself the same. But if I think about it too much, I'm sure I'd get stressed out. And nothing gets done when you are stressed.
One thing for sure, without my daughter's support, I wouldnt be able to do whatever I'm doing.
ps: Should read the "Law of Attraction". Read a few articles about it in the past and a book at lunch time today. I forgot the author's name but I will try to write a posting on it.
Of late, I have too much things on my plate. Deadlines (never work with bankers, unless of course you are one. Then you have control of things. *smiles *), family life (new nanny, school's meeting), etc. I was working so hard last week that I hardly spoke to anyone, which is unlike me to do so. Ms Argentina kept saying how quiet I had been lately. Even coffee rounds were minimised.
I wish I have the answer. Sometimes I ask myself the same. But if I think about it too much, I'm sure I'd get stressed out. And nothing gets done when you are stressed.
One thing for sure, without my daughter's support, I wouldnt be able to do whatever I'm doing.
ps: Should read the "Law of Attraction". Read a few articles about it in the past and a book at lunch time today. I forgot the author's name but I will try to write a posting on it.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Crush
My first crush:
My second crush:
My present crush:
I fell in love with crush # 1 about 12 years ago (damn! Has it been that long?). He played as the evil-turned-good vampire along with Sarah M Gellar, who was the slayer & gf. I don’t know what’s with me with vampires but I cant seem to resist any series/movies which are related to that species. But don’t you notice that most of the demons are drop dead sexy e.g. interview with vampires (Bradd Pitt/ Tom Cruise), Charmed (Phoebe’s boyfriend, The Lord of the Underworld) etc. So how could I resist David Boreanaz? *winks*
Crush #2 started when I watched LOTR and Pirates of the Caribbean (but somehow in POC, Captain Jack Sparrow is more desirable than him). Maybe becos he doesn’t show emotions in his character and slays the creatures so smoothly make him so damn sexy.
As for crush #3, he is such a sweet character in Grey’s Anatomy. Despite his love for Meredith, he tried to make his marriage work with his unfaithful wife, which then ended up with a divorce. He is just the noble man. He has always been there for Meredith, such strong bond, as a lover/ex-lover/friend. Besides, with his messy hair, especially after a surgery, makes him so yummy. *smiles*
Crush #1 is back with the Bones series. I think he looks better in suit, more manly. Come to think of it, I have a thing with men in suit. Not all men of course. Just the ones who pose strong charisma, high intellect and a little bit of good looks (note, a LITTLE bit. Too handsome is just not my thing).
So… do I have the same taste in my crushes? Do they share anything in common?
The real men in my life, as for looks, none of them come close to the above. Well, maybe McDreamy. He has similarities with Patrick Dempsey, except for height and hair. Mr Big, the way he shows his emotions is exactly like Legolas (well, most of the time). Mr Milan looks like Sean Connery (Ruby will melt. *winks*).
They all have ONE thing in common. They look damn good in suits! Most of the time, they are in one anyway. No wonder I melt.
Ps: The drug is very effective. Despite being ‘high’ for the past few days, I’m feeling much better. Must be strong antibiotics plus good sleep. .
I fell in love with crush # 1 about 12 years ago (damn! Has it been that long?). He played as the evil-turned-good vampire along with Sarah M Gellar, who was the slayer & gf. I don’t know what’s with me with vampires but I cant seem to resist any series/movies which are related to that species. But don’t you notice that most of the demons are drop dead sexy e.g. interview with vampires (Bradd Pitt/ Tom Cruise), Charmed (Phoebe’s boyfriend, The Lord of the Underworld) etc. So how could I resist David Boreanaz? *winks*
Crush #2 started when I watched LOTR and Pirates of the Caribbean (but somehow in POC, Captain Jack Sparrow is more desirable than him). Maybe becos he doesn’t show emotions in his character and slays the creatures so smoothly make him so damn sexy.
As for crush #3, he is such a sweet character in Grey’s Anatomy. Despite his love for Meredith, he tried to make his marriage work with his unfaithful wife, which then ended up with a divorce. He is just the noble man. He has always been there for Meredith, such strong bond, as a lover/ex-lover/friend. Besides, with his messy hair, especially after a surgery, makes him so yummy. *smiles*
Crush #1 is back with the Bones series. I think he looks better in suit, more manly. Come to think of it, I have a thing with men in suit. Not all men of course. Just the ones who pose strong charisma, high intellect and a little bit of good looks (note, a LITTLE bit. Too handsome is just not my thing).
So… do I have the same taste in my crushes? Do they share anything in common?
The real men in my life, as for looks, none of them come close to the above. Well, maybe McDreamy. He has similarities with Patrick Dempsey, except for height and hair. Mr Big, the way he shows his emotions is exactly like Legolas (well, most of the time). Mr Milan looks like Sean Connery (Ruby will melt. *winks*).
They all have ONE thing in common. They look damn good in suits! Most of the time, they are in one anyway. No wonder I melt.
Ps: The drug is very effective. Despite being ‘high’ for the past few days, I’m feeling much better. Must be strong antibiotics plus good sleep. .
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
What should I do to marry a rich guy?
Being one of the City people, I find this very amusing:
A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:
Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?
I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married?
I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden (?), $250k annual income is not enough.I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:
1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)
2) Which age group should I target?
3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys
4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)
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Ms. Pretty
Here's a reply from a Wall Street Financial guy:
Dear Ms. Pretty,
I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyze your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here.
From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.
However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation.
If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later. By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you.
I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.
Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me .
Signed, J.P.
I think I rather earn $500k and above, than marrying a guy who earns that much of money. The term "leasing" sounds very favorable, especially when there are many hot-looking guys out there. *winks*
I am sounding so "perempuan" today. Must be the drugs. hehhehe... I think I even flirted with the sexy-looking waiter today, where I took the new joiner and colleagues for lunch. Hey, he was wearing jeans and white shirt (smartly) in a fine restaurant. I think the only reason he flirted back was because I paid the bill. Hmm, I wonder how many hot looking men will come to me if I earn twice than now. *evil winks*
A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:
Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?
I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married?
I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden (?), $250k annual income is not enough.I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:
1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)
2) Which age group should I target?
3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys
4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Ms. Pretty
Here's a reply from a Wall Street Financial guy:
Dear Ms. Pretty,
I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyze your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here.
From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.
However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation.
If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later. By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you.
I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.
Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me .
Signed, J.P.
I think I rather earn $500k and above, than marrying a guy who earns that much of money. The term "leasing" sounds very favorable, especially when there are many hot-looking guys out there. *winks*
I am sounding so "perempuan" today. Must be the drugs. hehhehe... I think I even flirted with the sexy-looking waiter today, where I took the new joiner and colleagues for lunch. Hey, he was wearing jeans and white shirt (smartly) in a fine restaurant. I think the only reason he flirted back was because I paid the bill. Hmm, I wonder how many hot looking men will come to me if I earn twice than now. *evil winks*
Monday, November 05, 2007
Blogger's blues..
Ms CFO texted me EARLY this morning, “I love your blog! Nice writings.”
Errrr…. How on earth did she figure out it was mine? Besides, not many people link their blog to my blog. She must have blog-hopped many times that she actually encountered mine. Must change profession now since being CFO gives you plenty of time to surf. (peace dear!). Guess my effort to be anonymous isn’t that effective after all. *smiles*
Things to complete by end of today: send employment contract to the new nanny and confirm start date, make arrangements for the new joiner who I’m supposed to be mentoring, send the report out by tonight. And it is only Monday.
This is not helping me to speed up the recovery process (yes. I am still sick!) Part of it is due to insufficient rest. Friday night’s sleep was interrupted by a neighbour’s party. They were having it until 5am!!! Other neighbours banged at their door/ shouted from their windows etc etc but they kept on partying/singing (with a very bad voice! These are women tenants). It wasn’t their first time being inconsiderate. Once, they were shagging at 9pm! The whole neighbourhood (yes it was that loud!) could hear them. I told Mcdreamy and he reckons I should enjoy it the next time they do it. I rather not. I think I’ll stick to Californication series, which is far more entertaining. *winks*
Oh yeah, I asked around on who should I choose to be the new nanny, European or South American. So I texted Mr Big:
Me: Women’s responses: Do they have relevant qualifications, have they worked in child-care place? Men’s response: which one is prettier/hot/sexy? Heheh…
Mr Big: Your lil girl’s response: are they near as good as my mommy? No way. Nobody is and nobody will be. So nobody is qualified. Hehheh…
Yes Mr Big. You are definitely right. If only I win the £18 million jackpot, then I can be SAHM. Or maybe if I join private bank for 3-4 years, earn millions of bonus, then I retire early and just use the interest earned on my savings.
Now back to reality…
Errrr…. How on earth did she figure out it was mine? Besides, not many people link their blog to my blog. She must have blog-hopped many times that she actually encountered mine. Must change profession now since being CFO gives you plenty of time to surf. (peace dear!). Guess my effort to be anonymous isn’t that effective after all. *smiles*
Things to complete by end of today: send employment contract to the new nanny and confirm start date, make arrangements for the new joiner who I’m supposed to be mentoring, send the report out by tonight. And it is only Monday.
This is not helping me to speed up the recovery process (yes. I am still sick!) Part of it is due to insufficient rest. Friday night’s sleep was interrupted by a neighbour’s party. They were having it until 5am!!! Other neighbours banged at their door/ shouted from their windows etc etc but they kept on partying/singing (with a very bad voice! These are women tenants). It wasn’t their first time being inconsiderate. Once, they were shagging at 9pm! The whole neighbourhood (yes it was that loud!) could hear them. I told Mcdreamy and he reckons I should enjoy it the next time they do it. I rather not. I think I’ll stick to Californication series, which is far more entertaining. *winks*
Oh yeah, I asked around on who should I choose to be the new nanny, European or South American. So I texted Mr Big:
Me: Women’s responses: Do they have relevant qualifications, have they worked in child-care place? Men’s response: which one is prettier/hot/sexy? Heheh…
Mr Big: Your lil girl’s response: are they near as good as my mommy? No way. Nobody is and nobody will be. So nobody is qualified. Hehheh…
Yes Mr Big. You are definitely right. If only I win the £18 million jackpot, then I can be SAHM. Or maybe if I join private bank for 3-4 years, earn millions of bonus, then I retire early and just use the interest earned on my savings.
Now back to reality…
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Window to the soul
[After reading the-blog-who-talks-about-blogs, the original posting came from Social Cafe.]
She has these two beautiful oceans full of sorrow right where her eyes ought to be. Maybe no one else sees that. Maybe they just think she's a beautiful, confident woman who is very bright, kind and gentle, and who is basically the kind of person who keeps this world from falling apart.
At first, she strikes me as a happy person, a near perfect woman, but that brokenness in her eyes can't slip past me. I want to hug and tell her that I’m there for her. I want to tell her that I can be the same person for her to share her tears and joy.
Very few people can see that in me. Perhaps, only two persons understand me most. I think by portraying a cheerful and strong character, it takes away other people's pain, as I understand how much it can affect us.
Good night dear friends! I hope I recover soon.
She has these two beautiful oceans full of sorrow right where her eyes ought to be. Maybe no one else sees that. Maybe they just think she's a beautiful, confident woman who is very bright, kind and gentle, and who is basically the kind of person who keeps this world from falling apart.
At first, she strikes me as a happy person, a near perfect woman, but that brokenness in her eyes can't slip past me. I want to hug and tell her that I’m there for her. I want to tell her that I can be the same person for her to share her tears and joy.
Very few people can see that in me. Perhaps, only two persons understand me most. I think by portraying a cheerful and strong character, it takes away other people's pain, as I understand how much it can affect us.
Good night dear friends! I hope I recover soon.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
I'm yours - Jason Mraz
Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
and now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours
Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love
Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me
A lá peaceful melody
It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved
So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours
I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
My breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what i'ma saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
It can not wait, I'm yours
Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me
A lá one big family (2nd time: A lá happy family; 3rd time: A lá peaceful melody)
It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love love love
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours
No please, don't complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours
No please, don't hesitate
no more, no more
It cannot wait
The sky is your's!
Pain without suffering
Enjoy the article!
A friend once told me about the Buddhist concept of pain without suffering; it's a notion that fascinates me. I mean, is it really possible to say, "Yep, my stomach aches, all right, but I don't have to add insult to injury by letting that pain run amok: I can decide to skip the part where I moan, 'Now I can't meet my friends at the movie and I'll probably miss work tomorrow, which means I'll blow my deadline, lose my job and die penniless and alone, never having seen "Dreamgirls.'"
Calming a frantic brain in the face of high anxiety is a pretty tall order, especially for a woman like me who tends to operate on two basic emotions: panic and barely suppressed panic.
But assuming one can actually achieve pain without suffering, where else might this dynamic be applied? Is there such a thing as anger without brooding? Sex without strings? And the real question --my current obsession -- can a person feel unbelievably busy without feeling unbelievably overwhelmed?
Lately, I seem to have this constant sense that I'm just keeping my head above water. I'm forever trying to catch up, stay in touch and be where I'm supposed to be when I'm supposed to be there.
I bought a new pair of jeans in November, but I've never worn them because I've never had a chance to get them hemmed. The last novel I remember curling up with is "Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret" -- and that was in sixth grade. I floss while sorting mail, while defrosting lamb chops, while searching for Mrs. Weinstein, my 3-year-old daughter's stuffed platypus.
But this is not just about being a single mother (though I do spend an ungodly amount of time wondering why my daughter is not on a first-name basis with her stuffed platypus).
Almost everybody I know -- whether they're wealthy or struggling to make ends meet, whether they're bachelor girls or celebrating their 25th anniversary, whether their kids are grown or toddlers or nonexistent --everyone seems to be suffering from some sort of culturally induced ADD. Our brains are swamped and our bodies are tired. Blood pressures are up, serotonin levels are down, tempers are short, to-do lists are long, and nerves are shot.
Sometimes I think pain without suffering, anger without brooding, being a parent, earning a living, maintaining friendships (hell, maintaining hair color), connecting with the universe, and dancing as fast as you can without screaming, "Stop the music; I want to sit this one out," just isn't an option for anybody anymore.
We shoulder-roll out of bed in the morning and gulp coffee from Styrofoam cups on the way to wherever we're trying to go. We catch the sound bite, not the speech. We send the e-mail, not the love letter. We wait our entire lives to exhale.
But I don't want to wait my whole life away. Nor do I want to wait until I retire 18 years and 11 months from now ... though I'm secretly hoping to develop one of those bubbly personalities that get you picked for "Deal or No Deal," where I will win $400,000 dollars from Howie Mandel. We'll save for another column what it means that even in my fantasies I don't win the million ...
My point is this: Spring is here! So this Saturday, I'm taking back my life or, at the very least taking a nap. If something's gotta give, it's not going to be me. I'm confining my work to regular business hours, forcing a friend out for coffee, reading for pleasure, bringing home daffodils, and eating a neon pink marshmallow Peep with Miss Julia Claire Labusch. It's far from a solution, but it's a start.
http://www.cnn.com/2007/LIVING/personal/10/30/o.busy/index.html
A friend once told me about the Buddhist concept of pain without suffering; it's a notion that fascinates me. I mean, is it really possible to say, "Yep, my stomach aches, all right, but I don't have to add insult to injury by letting that pain run amok: I can decide to skip the part where I moan, 'Now I can't meet my friends at the movie and I'll probably miss work tomorrow, which means I'll blow my deadline, lose my job and die penniless and alone, never having seen "Dreamgirls.'"
Calming a frantic brain in the face of high anxiety is a pretty tall order, especially for a woman like me who tends to operate on two basic emotions: panic and barely suppressed panic.
But assuming one can actually achieve pain without suffering, where else might this dynamic be applied? Is there such a thing as anger without brooding? Sex without strings? And the real question --my current obsession -- can a person feel unbelievably busy without feeling unbelievably overwhelmed?
Lately, I seem to have this constant sense that I'm just keeping my head above water. I'm forever trying to catch up, stay in touch and be where I'm supposed to be when I'm supposed to be there.
I bought a new pair of jeans in November, but I've never worn them because I've never had a chance to get them hemmed. The last novel I remember curling up with is "Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret" -- and that was in sixth grade. I floss while sorting mail, while defrosting lamb chops, while searching for Mrs. Weinstein, my 3-year-old daughter's stuffed platypus.
But this is not just about being a single mother (though I do spend an ungodly amount of time wondering why my daughter is not on a first-name basis with her stuffed platypus).
Almost everybody I know -- whether they're wealthy or struggling to make ends meet, whether they're bachelor girls or celebrating their 25th anniversary, whether their kids are grown or toddlers or nonexistent --everyone seems to be suffering from some sort of culturally induced ADD. Our brains are swamped and our bodies are tired. Blood pressures are up, serotonin levels are down, tempers are short, to-do lists are long, and nerves are shot.
Sometimes I think pain without suffering, anger without brooding, being a parent, earning a living, maintaining friendships (hell, maintaining hair color), connecting with the universe, and dancing as fast as you can without screaming, "Stop the music; I want to sit this one out," just isn't an option for anybody anymore.
We shoulder-roll out of bed in the morning and gulp coffee from Styrofoam cups on the way to wherever we're trying to go. We catch the sound bite, not the speech. We send the e-mail, not the love letter. We wait our entire lives to exhale.
But I don't want to wait my whole life away. Nor do I want to wait until I retire 18 years and 11 months from now ... though I'm secretly hoping to develop one of those bubbly personalities that get you picked for "Deal or No Deal," where I will win $400,000 dollars from Howie Mandel. We'll save for another column what it means that even in my fantasies I don't win the million ...
My point is this: Spring is here! So this Saturday, I'm taking back my life or, at the very least taking a nap. If something's gotta give, it's not going to be me. I'm confining my work to regular business hours, forcing a friend out for coffee, reading for pleasure, bringing home daffodils, and eating a neon pink marshmallow Peep with Miss Julia Claire Labusch. It's far from a solution, but it's a start.
http://www.cnn.com/2007/LIVING/personal/10/30/o.busy/index.html
Monday, October 29, 2007
Losing a battle
After a few days fighting myself from taking time off from work, I finally lost the battle today. Told my secretary, she booked a cab and I went straight home. The boss told me to stay home tomorrow too, as most of the stuffs can be done at the comfort of my sofa.
Ok...so I'm taking it easy tonight and tomorrow. I will stay home, but my laptop and mobile will be on.
I told him my condition early morning but I still went ahead to work (typical workaholic syndrome). So when I lost the battle, I texted him in the cab.
Later, he showed up....as always...
ps: Doc said I just need to rest. :D Did other tests too (the one he wanted to accompany) and it turned out fine. But I need to check again in a few months, just in case (since I have medical history of it). I'm trying to do some work now, while listening to Fly FM, and while not thinking of FOOD. Why dont I feel hungry at office?
Ok...so I'm taking it easy tonight and tomorrow. I will stay home, but my laptop and mobile will be on.
I told him my condition early morning but I still went ahead to work (typical workaholic syndrome). So when I lost the battle, I texted him in the cab.
Later, he showed up....as always...
ps: Doc said I just need to rest. :D Did other tests too (the one he wanted to accompany) and it turned out fine. But I need to check again in a few months, just in case (since I have medical history of it). I'm trying to do some work now, while listening to Fly FM, and while not thinking of FOOD. Why dont I feel hungry at office?
Friday, October 26, 2007
Of a book
I finished reading Growing up in Trengganu by Awang Goneng. Got the book from Kak Teh of course. *smiles*
While reading the book, it kept bringing me back to the times spent with my late grandparents. I had a "complex" childhood (which I shall not dwell now). Somehow, most of the things I could remember when I was a child were the times spent with them. Each time I went back or when they were around. I loved going back to their place. Grandmother always took me to the morning market. It was nothing fancy, your typical wet market, a mixed of fresh vege, fish, poultry as well as typical village delights. Grandfather always pampered me, gave the attention that I needed, read with me, accompanied me to do whatever I wanted. I always share this wonderful memories with McDreamy.
When my grandfather passed away (I was 10), I took it really bad. It was the first time I understood the feeling of losing someone close to my heart. Then, 12 years later, grandmother followed him. In a way, I lost both "parents".
They are always in my thoughts, even to this day. Sometimes when I feel sad and blue, I just think of them, hoping that I inherit their wisdom to make my own decision.
To my grandparents, thank you for being part of my life. If you can hear me now, you have a beautiful and lovely great-granddaughter. I try my best to raise her well.
Sigh.... I'm going to nag Kak Teh for making me read the book. Feeling bit down now. Anyway, you should get it. Worth reading!
While reading the book, it kept bringing me back to the times spent with my late grandparents. I had a "complex" childhood (which I shall not dwell now). Somehow, most of the things I could remember when I was a child were the times spent with them. Each time I went back or when they were around. I loved going back to their place. Grandmother always took me to the morning market. It was nothing fancy, your typical wet market, a mixed of fresh vege, fish, poultry as well as typical village delights. Grandfather always pampered me, gave the attention that I needed, read with me, accompanied me to do whatever I wanted. I always share this wonderful memories with McDreamy.
When my grandfather passed away (I was 10), I took it really bad. It was the first time I understood the feeling of losing someone close to my heart. Then, 12 years later, grandmother followed him. In a way, I lost both "parents".
They are always in my thoughts, even to this day. Sometimes when I feel sad and blue, I just think of them, hoping that I inherit their wisdom to make my own decision.
To my grandparents, thank you for being part of my life. If you can hear me now, you have a beautiful and lovely great-granddaughter. I try my best to raise her well.
Sigh.... I'm going to nag Kak Teh for making me read the book. Feeling bit down now. Anyway, you should get it. Worth reading!
Monday, October 22, 2007
Take my breath away....
Every now and then something amazing happens, and against our better judgment we start to have hope.
I cant stop smiling.....for all the right reasons... Part of my prayers have been heard and answered...That I am now part of the future plans...That I now should have hope....
I am going to smile in my sleep...
I cant stop smiling.....for all the right reasons... Part of my prayers have been heard and answered...That I am now part of the future plans...That I now should have hope....
I am going to smile in my sleep...
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Truth..
Truth always hurts....
but..
If you listen with an open mind and heart, it makes the relationship stronger.
Thank you for making my day. Thank you for listening. Thank you for not giving up on me.
Best friend was right, "Hang on to him. He's worth the effort."
Last year, when I told Mr Big about The One, Mr Big said, "he really makes you happy, doesnt he? When you talk about him, your eyes glow... "
ps: You are really McDreamy. :-)
but..
If you listen with an open mind and heart, it makes the relationship stronger.
Thank you for making my day. Thank you for listening. Thank you for not giving up on me.
Best friend was right, "Hang on to him. He's worth the effort."
Last year, when I told Mr Big about The One, Mr Big said, "he really makes you happy, doesnt he? When you talk about him, your eyes glow... "
ps: You are really McDreamy. :-)
Friday, October 19, 2007
Letting in
I kicked a man out of my bed in the middle of the night. The world's most perfect man, who loves me. And I can't let him...
"Shine On" - James Blunt
Are they calling for our last dance?
I see it in your eyes. In your eyes.
Same old moves for a new romance.
I could use the same old lies, but I'll sing,
Shine on, just, shine on!
Close your eyes and they'll all be gone.
They can scream and shout that they've been sold out,
But it paid for the cloud that we're dancing on.
So shine on. Just shine on!
With your smile just as bright as the sun.
'Cause they're all just slaves to the gods they made
But you and I just shone.Just shone.
And when silence greets my last goodbye,
The words I need are in your eyes, and I'll sing.
Shine On, just, shine on!
Close your eyes and they'll all be gone.
They can scream and shout that they've been sold out,
But it paid for the cloud that we're dancing on.
So shine on. Just shine on!
With your smile just as bright as the sun.
'Cause they're all just slaves to the gods they made,
But you and I just shone.Just shone.
I just realise something... I'm not good with distance and separation... I am missing someone..and I said something from the heart..something truthful..but truth always hurts...
"Shine On" - James Blunt
Are they calling for our last dance?
I see it in your eyes. In your eyes.
Same old moves for a new romance.
I could use the same old lies, but I'll sing,
Shine on, just, shine on!
Close your eyes and they'll all be gone.
They can scream and shout that they've been sold out,
But it paid for the cloud that we're dancing on.
So shine on. Just shine on!
With your smile just as bright as the sun.
'Cause they're all just slaves to the gods they made
But you and I just shone.Just shone.
And when silence greets my last goodbye,
The words I need are in your eyes, and I'll sing.
Shine On, just, shine on!
Close your eyes and they'll all be gone.
They can scream and shout that they've been sold out,
But it paid for the cloud that we're dancing on.
So shine on. Just shine on!
With your smile just as bright as the sun.
'Cause they're all just slaves to the gods they made,
But you and I just shone.Just shone.
I just realise something... I'm not good with distance and separation... I am missing someone..and I said something from the heart..something truthful..but truth always hurts...
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Office chat
Here's what happened today:
Me : I need to see the doctor. (with a serious tone)
Ms Argentina : Are you pregnant?
Me : *chuckles* What makes you think that? I dont even have a husband!
Ms A : Well, everyone else in the department is either pregnant or trying to have a baby. Besides, you dont need a husband. *smiles*
By now, we both laughed out loud.
Sometimes I forget I work in such an open culture.
Me : I need to see the doctor. (with a serious tone)
Ms Argentina : Are you pregnant?
Me : *chuckles* What makes you think that? I dont even have a husband!
Ms A : Well, everyone else in the department is either pregnant or trying to have a baby. Besides, you dont need a husband. *smiles*
By now, we both laughed out loud.
Sometimes I forget I work in such an open culture.
Eid
Found this from somewhere:
Forgiveness is something we should all practise. Not just for Hari Raya but every day.
We should celebrate it and embrace it as an essential part of our lives.
There is nothing so bad that cannot be forgiven.
Hurt will never heal until you forgive.
If you are at war with others, you cannot be at peace with yourself.
You can let go and forgive. It takes no physical strength to let go, only courage.
Forgiveness is the single most important process that can bring peace to our souls and harmony to our lives.
Forgiveness is not something we have to strain ourselves to do.
Forgiveness helps you move forward.
No one benefits from forgiveness more than the one who forgives.
Give yourselves the gift of forgiveness today.
"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." Mahatma Gandhi
Our Eid.
The night before Eid, I already made plans to work late as our report was due on Friday. Up until I found out that Eid fell on Friday and it seemed impractical to stay late (I had many errands!). So I mentioned to the boss that I could stay until 9pm but he told me to leave asap (it was 730pm). Told me to have a good Eid and not to worry about the report (he still had other team members on site).
So I went back, rushed to the stores and got the ingredients needed for our dishes. The nanny and lil went out earlier to get our meat and on their way back, they dropped by at the mosque for 'takbir' or Eid recital.
The next day, I gave lil time off from school (which I later found out that they do give one day off to all muslim students and staffs. Cool!). We went to perform Eid prayers. Lil was overjoyed to wear her baju kurung (a traditional malay dress for ladies) and to see the Malaysian crowd. After prayers, we headed to Chinatown to meet a good friend (she's here on holiday). She helped us to buy some more stuffs and carry them home. By 3pm, I started making rendang. Lil slept as she only had 7 hours of sleep (her usual would be 10-11 hours).
At 7pm, we left to a friend's place for her open house. Her family helped her to cook whole day (quite amazed with the number of dishes and guests). Got back by 9pm and I continued cooking until 2am! Called mom before I went to bed (it was so hard to get hold on her for the last few days. Busy with raya preparation). Woke up at 630am and continued cooking. By 10, everything was ready. First group of guests arrived at 1045am.
Menu include rendang, pulut kuning (yellow sticky rice), lamb curry, soto (rice cube, with soup and shredded chicken) complete with bergedil (potato + minced meat cake/balls).
Most friends made it. Even Mrs Rock and Mrs Dior loved the soto (they are great cooks, ok? I was so worried my food was not at par. Hehhehe). Most importantly, our party truly reflected Malaysia. Malay, Chinese, Indian. Also, I had my colleagues from European and South America continent. Would have had guests from Down Under and New Zealander but they couldn't make it.
Anyway, like I said, it was a good party.
Ps: My colleagues fell in love with lil. She was such a great host!
Forgiveness is something we should all practise. Not just for Hari Raya but every day.
We should celebrate it and embrace it as an essential part of our lives.
There is nothing so bad that cannot be forgiven.
Hurt will never heal until you forgive.
If you are at war with others, you cannot be at peace with yourself.
You can let go and forgive. It takes no physical strength to let go, only courage.
Forgiveness is the single most important process that can bring peace to our souls and harmony to our lives.
Forgiveness is not something we have to strain ourselves to do.
Forgiveness helps you move forward.
No one benefits from forgiveness more than the one who forgives.
Give yourselves the gift of forgiveness today.
"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." Mahatma Gandhi
Our Eid.
The night before Eid, I already made plans to work late as our report was due on Friday. Up until I found out that Eid fell on Friday and it seemed impractical to stay late (I had many errands!). So I mentioned to the boss that I could stay until 9pm but he told me to leave asap (it was 730pm). Told me to have a good Eid and not to worry about the report (he still had other team members on site).
So I went back, rushed to the stores and got the ingredients needed for our dishes. The nanny and lil went out earlier to get our meat and on their way back, they dropped by at the mosque for 'takbir' or Eid recital.
The next day, I gave lil time off from school (which I later found out that they do give one day off to all muslim students and staffs. Cool!). We went to perform Eid prayers. Lil was overjoyed to wear her baju kurung (a traditional malay dress for ladies) and to see the Malaysian crowd. After prayers, we headed to Chinatown to meet a good friend (she's here on holiday). She helped us to buy some more stuffs and carry them home. By 3pm, I started making rendang. Lil slept as she only had 7 hours of sleep (her usual would be 10-11 hours).
At 7pm, we left to a friend's place for her open house. Her family helped her to cook whole day (quite amazed with the number of dishes and guests). Got back by 9pm and I continued cooking until 2am! Called mom before I went to bed (it was so hard to get hold on her for the last few days. Busy with raya preparation). Woke up at 630am and continued cooking. By 10, everything was ready. First group of guests arrived at 1045am.
Menu include rendang, pulut kuning (yellow sticky rice), lamb curry, soto (rice cube, with soup and shredded chicken) complete with bergedil (potato + minced meat cake/balls).
Most friends made it. Even Mrs Rock and Mrs Dior loved the soto (they are great cooks, ok? I was so worried my food was not at par. Hehhehe). Most importantly, our party truly reflected Malaysia. Malay, Chinese, Indian. Also, I had my colleagues from European and South America continent. Would have had guests from Down Under and New Zealander but they couldn't make it.
Anyway, like I said, it was a good party.
Ps: My colleagues fell in love with lil. She was such a great host!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Blogging
Best friend: "People can make their own mind and dont need your blog to do that."
*smiles*
Only two people know the existence of my blog, best friend and another good friend. One is too busy with work whilst the other has more important issue than reading my blog i.e. getting rid of his cancer.
Which is why best friend gave the best statement ever. People can think on their own, do their analysis, to make judgement. They dont need to read blog to do that, especially from someone they have never met in their entire life.
ps: This kind of reminds me of Kak Teh's entry a few months back ie about women blogger lie. We cant change their mindset, right Kak Teh?
pss: Raya was awesome! Tiring (I made a few dishes for 30+ people) but awesome.
*smiles*
Only two people know the existence of my blog, best friend and another good friend. One is too busy with work whilst the other has more important issue than reading my blog i.e. getting rid of his cancer.
Which is why best friend gave the best statement ever. People can think on their own, do their analysis, to make judgement. They dont need to read blog to do that, especially from someone they have never met in their entire life.
ps: This kind of reminds me of Kak Teh's entry a few months back ie about women blogger lie. We cant change their mindset, right Kak Teh?
pss: Raya was awesome! Tiring (I made a few dishes for 30+ people) but awesome.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Salam Hari Raya
Rindu dan sepiku bermusim di rantauan
Kini syawal kembali tengah halaman
Fajarnya menghimpun saudara tercinta
Dan wajah ceria ayah dan bonda
Dalam suci lebaran
ku rindukan sinar dan harapan
Anak kecil berlari
Jangan sampai hanyut tak bertali
Miskin kaya tua muda bermaafan
Di bawah sayunya gema takbir hari raya
Senyum tawa sanak saudara
Mewanginya bunga rasa
Kusyukuri nikmat Tuhan Maha Esa
Sekuntum lebaran mekar di sukmaku
Kupetik harumnya di Hari Raya
Dearest readers,
I would like to take this opportunity to wish you a blessed Eid Mubarak. May you have a wonderful time with your loved ones.
Thank you for sparing your time to read my blog, whether you leave your comments or purely passing by to read my rambling thoughts.
Special wish to Kak Ruby, Kak Teh, Simah and Fizzy. Thank you for your encouraging words and prayers. Also, Uncle Lee and D. Thank you for dropping by.
Warm regards from both of us.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Zakat
Alhamdulillah, I paid our zakat over the weekend. It’s my second year paying zakat. Not as emotional as before.
The fact that I am able to pay zakat shows that I’m fortunate enough to be able to support both of us. Some single mothers struggle. I wonder how they cope. Strange enough, why is it when a divorce is finalised, men start to ignore their responsibilities? I mean, if you hate your ex-wife so much, why must the kids be penalised? Why shouldn’t you contribute part of the expenses? In fact, even how bad things turn out between you and the ex-wife, the least you could do is to show some respect to her for being the mother of your children. Even if the ex-wife asks for divorce, I’m sure on that ground alone, the ex-wife is entitled to some gratitude, more so if she’s taking care of the kids.
Some ex-husbands are decent enough to contribute not just the children’s expenses, but also the ex-wife’s until she remarries. I even heard that some of them actually pays the zakat for the ex-wife. These men show great respect to the divorce issue and deserve a pat on the back.
But who am I to talk about religion and responsibilities?
But you know, it just baffles me that when it comes to divorce, men can turn their heads. They use whatever rules in our religion to get away from paying alimony to the ex-wife. Some find excuses to delay child support.
I wish single mothers have more strength and courage to speak up for their rights. I wish men live up to their words even after separation. I hope they remember that there are kids involve.
The fact that I am able to pay zakat shows that I’m fortunate enough to be able to support both of us. Some single mothers struggle. I wonder how they cope. Strange enough, why is it when a divorce is finalised, men start to ignore their responsibilities? I mean, if you hate your ex-wife so much, why must the kids be penalised? Why shouldn’t you contribute part of the expenses? In fact, even how bad things turn out between you and the ex-wife, the least you could do is to show some respect to her for being the mother of your children. Even if the ex-wife asks for divorce, I’m sure on that ground alone, the ex-wife is entitled to some gratitude, more so if she’s taking care of the kids.
Some ex-husbands are decent enough to contribute not just the children’s expenses, but also the ex-wife’s until she remarries. I even heard that some of them actually pays the zakat for the ex-wife. These men show great respect to the divorce issue and deserve a pat on the back.
But who am I to talk about religion and responsibilities?
But you know, it just baffles me that when it comes to divorce, men can turn their heads. They use whatever rules in our religion to get away from paying alimony to the ex-wife. Some find excuses to delay child support.
I wish single mothers have more strength and courage to speak up for their rights. I wish men live up to their words even after separation. I hope they remember that there are kids involve.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Choices
"I wanted to come over here this morning to tell you... But now all I want to tell you is that I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you forever. And now you have a choice to make. I want you to take all the time you need, I don't want to rush you, but I love you. Just take your time. Because when I had to make a choice... I chose wrong."
Thursday, October 04, 2007
A night to remember...
It was a romantic dinner for two in a posh hotel. A stem of blossomed red rose in the middle, with rich chocolate brownie and ice cream as dessert. Simply blissful..
When I was younger, I never recalled of having these romantic dinners, you know, the type that takes your breath away. Maybe I did. But I guess what’s important is not the setting, it’s who you spend it with. It’s the companion…And it was Mr Big.
People often mistake that affection can only be expressed with physical gestures. Personally, I feel more intimate when I could spend hours talking to someone close to my heart. And we had a few hours of talking. From our careers, life, future, our past and emotions.
One of the things I asked Mr Big was whether I was coping being a single parent here. His answer amazed me. He said, “frankly, it doesn’t matter where for you are a strong person, capable of raising your girl by yourself. London, KL or wherever, you will do fine.”
And as a dear friend, he wants the best thing in life for me. “You have been through a lot and you deserve a good man. Someone better than me.”
Sometimes the best thing in life is already in front of you. It just comes in a different package. It’s there for you to take and cherish but maybe in a different way. Maybe this is why Mr Big is in my life.
And now, he has left…once again taking a piece of my heart..
But you know what…somehow I think I’ll be ok. More importantly, I know I am happy. For I know that no matter how far, no matter how long, I’m always close to his heart and vice versa. For I know I have a true friend whenever I need one….
When I was younger, I never recalled of having these romantic dinners, you know, the type that takes your breath away. Maybe I did. But I guess what’s important is not the setting, it’s who you spend it with. It’s the companion…And it was Mr Big.
People often mistake that affection can only be expressed with physical gestures. Personally, I feel more intimate when I could spend hours talking to someone close to my heart. And we had a few hours of talking. From our careers, life, future, our past and emotions.
One of the things I asked Mr Big was whether I was coping being a single parent here. His answer amazed me. He said, “frankly, it doesn’t matter where for you are a strong person, capable of raising your girl by yourself. London, KL or wherever, you will do fine.”
And as a dear friend, he wants the best thing in life for me. “You have been through a lot and you deserve a good man. Someone better than me.”
Sometimes the best thing in life is already in front of you. It just comes in a different package. It’s there for you to take and cherish but maybe in a different way. Maybe this is why Mr Big is in my life.
And now, he has left…once again taking a piece of my heart..
But you know what…somehow I think I’ll be ok. More importantly, I know I am happy. For I know that no matter how far, no matter how long, I’m always close to his heart and vice versa. For I know I have a true friend whenever I need one….
Monday, October 01, 2007
When friendship becomes more...
I stumbled into "The Yoga Instructor"’s blog and somehow I can relate myself to her recent posting.
"Every girl who's been in love has their own Mr. Big.Tall, dark, impossibly handsome, (used-to-be if not still) married, successful type. Owh, just your type."
My Mr Big will be in town. Best friend passed some (well, more like loads!) of stuffs back home for me. I feel so bad that he is carrying them. But that’s him. The occasional things he does for me are awesome, the ones you cant forget easily.
Best friend has always been good in giving the great advice. Live life to the fullest with no regrets. I have no regrets with my past. It shapes me today, be it good or bad. I think I’m a better person now than before. I try to appreciate the small things in life.
But some things, well, the good things that you MIGHT have missed, keep coming back to you, keep haunting you, that YOU should have done something about it.
Well, this Mr Big, is someone close to my heart, without me putting down my walls. Yes. I can not and shall not let down my fences. Best friend thinks I’m capable of doing the impossible, of not letting my fences down. The last time I did, I almost gave my heart away. And it took me some time to get over it.
Best friend thinks I’m strong enough to enjoy the moment without falling. She reckons I should enjoy the moment and just spend time together. After all, a girl only gets to be pampered once in a while, and it’s good to spend time with someone you care, someone you can be yourself with.
It becomes clear to me that maybe I’m not meant to be with anyone. Maybe I’m meant to have meaningful relationship with good friends, people who care and want the best thing in life for me. After all, part of my success is due to their never-ending support.
Mr Big never showers me with gifts. He gives something more valuable. His time. The last exam I had, he was there for me most of the time. Being the chauffer to see my study-mates, download/print stuffs from work, etc. He even took the time to spend "teh tarik" supper the night before my exam. For a person who has a senior position in a large company back home, I truly appreciate his gestures.
And you know what….the only person who can make me go back will be him.
Ps: I seriously need mental and emotional help. I have to stop watching Grey’s Anatomy.
Pss: I think I’m going to hate GA season 4. Meredith and McDreamy breaks up. Darn!
"Every girl who's been in love has their own Mr. Big.Tall, dark, impossibly handsome, (used-to-be if not still) married, successful type. Owh, just your type."
My Mr Big will be in town. Best friend passed some (well, more like loads!) of stuffs back home for me. I feel so bad that he is carrying them. But that’s him. The occasional things he does for me are awesome, the ones you cant forget easily.
Best friend has always been good in giving the great advice. Live life to the fullest with no regrets. I have no regrets with my past. It shapes me today, be it good or bad. I think I’m a better person now than before. I try to appreciate the small things in life.
But some things, well, the good things that you MIGHT have missed, keep coming back to you, keep haunting you, that YOU should have done something about it.
Well, this Mr Big, is someone close to my heart, without me putting down my walls. Yes. I can not and shall not let down my fences. Best friend thinks I’m capable of doing the impossible, of not letting my fences down. The last time I did, I almost gave my heart away. And it took me some time to get over it.
Best friend thinks I’m strong enough to enjoy the moment without falling. She reckons I should enjoy the moment and just spend time together. After all, a girl only gets to be pampered once in a while, and it’s good to spend time with someone you care, someone you can be yourself with.
It becomes clear to me that maybe I’m not meant to be with anyone. Maybe I’m meant to have meaningful relationship with good friends, people who care and want the best thing in life for me. After all, part of my success is due to their never-ending support.
Mr Big never showers me with gifts. He gives something more valuable. His time. The last exam I had, he was there for me most of the time. Being the chauffer to see my study-mates, download/print stuffs from work, etc. He even took the time to spend "teh tarik" supper the night before my exam. For a person who has a senior position in a large company back home, I truly appreciate his gestures.
And you know what….the only person who can make me go back will be him.
Ps: I seriously need mental and emotional help. I have to stop watching Grey’s Anatomy.
Pss: I think I’m going to hate GA season 4. Meredith and McDreamy breaks up. Darn!
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Open your eyes - Snow Patrol
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you
My bones ache, my skin feels cold
And I'm getting so tired and so old
The anger swells in my guts
And I won't feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes'
Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes [x4]
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes'
Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes [x8]
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you
And I won't waste a minute without you
My bones ache, my skin feels cold
And I'm getting so tired and so old
The anger swells in my guts
And I won't feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes'
Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes [x4]
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes'
Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes [x8]
All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Shopping pleasure
I had many post-dated ramblings but didn’t have the chance to upload them. Too many things on my plate, mostly admin of course. Getting my performance review done, filing for tax credit (apparently I overpaid tax last year. Not much, just about £500), bills. etc
Let’s talk something lighter..like fashion sense. Hehhehe..
Ever since me and my girl watched “The Devil wears Prada”, we have been eyeing all those nice stylish clothes. I think I do have some fashion sense but I just choose to be comfy (translation= wear something practical, especially when you are out with kids).
So, I have been trying this 100% soft wool Zara coat. We hang out at Zara almost every weekend (it’s 5 mins walk from home. Good excuse to spend your Sundays.) It looks like one of those nice coats worn by Andrea, slightly swirly, mid length, very soft and silky smooth texture. Just love it. I told myself I should definitely get it.
During my effort of not shopping until month end just to get that lovely jacket, I splurged myself last Sunday on a very smart Austin Reed suit. I didn’t plan to get a suit. Even if I do, I usually go for Zara, which only cost 1/3 of Austin. But this place had discounts and it so happened that they had my size (US size 2!). Plus, the suit was on sale. I got mine for almost the price of Zara Women suits. That’s a bargain!!!!
When I got home, I kept asking myself, why of why did I get that suit. Well, that’s until I wore it yesterday and my oh my, it was a good investment. People complimented the way I look. It just makes me stand out among the crowd (something like that lah, I’m not a babe to begin with).
You cant go wrong with nice suits. Always buy the wool ones. It makes you look and feel good, like a power suit, especially when you have to deal with those arrogant bankers.
Anyway, I have to watch my spending now. I still have that coat in my list. Also, boots (maybe I should get 2 pairs, the other is the knee high boots. Great when you wear skirts).
I seriously need that bonus… Perhaps I should take my friend’s advice. Join an investment bank or private equity house. Then we can fly to Milan just to shop.
Dream on girl…. Hehhehe…
Ps: Somebody made dinner for me over the weekend. It was really nice to be pampered. *smiles*
Pss: To someone, thanks for the tips and recipe but I didn’t have to prepare after all. *winks*
Let’s talk something lighter..like fashion sense. Hehhehe..
Ever since me and my girl watched “The Devil wears Prada”, we have been eyeing all those nice stylish clothes. I think I do have some fashion sense but I just choose to be comfy (translation= wear something practical, especially when you are out with kids).
So, I have been trying this 100% soft wool Zara coat. We hang out at Zara almost every weekend (it’s 5 mins walk from home. Good excuse to spend your Sundays.) It looks like one of those nice coats worn by Andrea, slightly swirly, mid length, very soft and silky smooth texture. Just love it. I told myself I should definitely get it.
During my effort of not shopping until month end just to get that lovely jacket, I splurged myself last Sunday on a very smart Austin Reed suit. I didn’t plan to get a suit. Even if I do, I usually go for Zara, which only cost 1/3 of Austin. But this place had discounts and it so happened that they had my size (US size 2!). Plus, the suit was on sale. I got mine for almost the price of Zara Women suits. That’s a bargain!!!!
When I got home, I kept asking myself, why of why did I get that suit. Well, that’s until I wore it yesterday and my oh my, it was a good investment. People complimented the way I look. It just makes me stand out among the crowd (something like that lah, I’m not a babe to begin with).
You cant go wrong with nice suits. Always buy the wool ones. It makes you look and feel good, like a power suit, especially when you have to deal with those arrogant bankers.
Anyway, I have to watch my spending now. I still have that coat in my list. Also, boots (maybe I should get 2 pairs, the other is the knee high boots. Great when you wear skirts).
I seriously need that bonus… Perhaps I should take my friend’s advice. Join an investment bank or private equity house. Then we can fly to Milan just to shop.
Dream on girl…. Hehhehe…
Ps: Somebody made dinner for me over the weekend. It was really nice to be pampered. *smiles*
Pss: To someone, thanks for the tips and recipe but I didn’t have to prepare after all. *winks*
Friday, September 21, 2007
The crime that shocked our nation
I have been following the news on Nurin for the last few days. Everybody is outrageous on how could someone do something so horrific to a young child. My heart goes to the family. I wish the bastard is captured soon. Please don’t let him (or them) go easily. The least, whatever the girl suffered, they have to endure too.
Al-fatihah to the lil Nurin.
Please read more here:
http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Friday/Frontpage/20070921073921/Article/index_html
http://kakteh.blogspot.com/
Al-fatihah to the lil Nurin.
Please read more here:
http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Friday/Frontpage/20070921073921/Article/index_html
http://kakteh.blogspot.com/
Friday, September 14, 2007
Ramadhan
I hope I’m not too late to wish you a meaningful ramadhan. Work has been hectic for the past few days but thankfully, yesterday my work was done and managed to leave before 6pm, just in time to buy some delicacies for iftar (my nanny arranged the main course).
Had parents-teachers meeting this morning and was told that lil has EXAMs this year. Parents are expected to be more involved with their child’s progress and do simple things ie read books before they go to bed, ask them to count whenever we go shopping etc. I’m more stressed out about this than lil of course. She thinks school is fun and stress-free. Well, it should be. Just that being a mom makes me more paranoid about education.
I remember when I was young, my parents weren’t that fussed on my education and achievements. Guess they weren’t worried, compare to the attention they gave to my younger siblings. But you know, it’d be nice had they showed some concerns or interests, regardless how well I perform. It’s just about giving emotional support. I’m sure they know I could perform well but giving that support will give an edge.
Got a text from MJ, said he has meetings in London in 2 weeks time. Hopefully we can squeeze time for dinner. I’m so tempted to ask him to bring kuih raya but knowing he likes to travel light (especially when you are business travelling with lots of things in your mind), I rather not. Looks like I have to let go my pineapple tart and London almond cookies. Hmmm, unless I go nuts and browse for recipes, make them over the weekend. I barely have time to cook, let alone baking cookies!!! Dream on, girl.
I’m hosting iftar tomorrow. Just among few friends. Actually, it’s more like a request as 2 of them will be away next week, so this week is convenient for them. The challenge is to make ayam percik (chicken grilled with coconut milk), FIRST time! I just feel like eating ayam percik these days. I sure hope I have a good recipe ie something easy to follow with high success rate. Heheheh….
Might have iftar with McDreamy next week. He said we’ll try to make iftar together. I promised him to challenge myself with his homeland’s dishes (still browsing recipe for this too. But I know someone who is willing to email me her own recipe. Thank you dear!)
Hmm…all these food talking is hazardous during fasting month. *wink*
Ps: I wonder when Grey’s Anatomy Season 2 dvd will be out here? Should have bought them while I was back home…
Had parents-teachers meeting this morning and was told that lil has EXAMs this year. Parents are expected to be more involved with their child’s progress and do simple things ie read books before they go to bed, ask them to count whenever we go shopping etc. I’m more stressed out about this than lil of course. She thinks school is fun and stress-free. Well, it should be. Just that being a mom makes me more paranoid about education.
I remember when I was young, my parents weren’t that fussed on my education and achievements. Guess they weren’t worried, compare to the attention they gave to my younger siblings. But you know, it’d be nice had they showed some concerns or interests, regardless how well I perform. It’s just about giving emotional support. I’m sure they know I could perform well but giving that support will give an edge.
Got a text from MJ, said he has meetings in London in 2 weeks time. Hopefully we can squeeze time for dinner. I’m so tempted to ask him to bring kuih raya but knowing he likes to travel light (especially when you are business travelling with lots of things in your mind), I rather not. Looks like I have to let go my pineapple tart and London almond cookies. Hmmm, unless I go nuts and browse for recipes, make them over the weekend. I barely have time to cook, let alone baking cookies!!! Dream on, girl.
I’m hosting iftar tomorrow. Just among few friends. Actually, it’s more like a request as 2 of them will be away next week, so this week is convenient for them. The challenge is to make ayam percik (chicken grilled with coconut milk), FIRST time! I just feel like eating ayam percik these days. I sure hope I have a good recipe ie something easy to follow with high success rate. Heheheh….
Might have iftar with McDreamy next week. He said we’ll try to make iftar together. I promised him to challenge myself with his homeland’s dishes (still browsing recipe for this too. But I know someone who is willing to email me her own recipe. Thank you dear!)
Hmm…all these food talking is hazardous during fasting month. *wink*
Ps: I wonder when Grey’s Anatomy Season 2 dvd will be out here? Should have bought them while I was back home…
Thursday, September 06, 2007
One person in the whole world..
"You may be only one person in the whole world, but you may mean the whole world to someone.."
About five years ago, MJ quoted me the above. Until today, I still hold this statement close to my heart.
For the past few weeks, my emotions have been on a roller-coaster. There are things that frustrate me but I try to keep an open mind and heart. I know I cant please anyone. I’m used to being a nobody. No matter how much I tried to be somebody, it always fails.
But in the company of a few people, I feel I am somebody. These people make me feel I’m worthy, someone significant in their life. They make me feel appreciated. They make me feel that I have achieved a lot in my life. They make me feel beautiful.
I miss these people dearly. I’m always myself whenever I’m around them. The Dragon Lady, Ms Alchemist, MJ, McDreamy and most importantly, my lil girl. Each of them plays an important role in my life. They were there during the difficult times, when I really needed someone the most. Be it being on the phone at midnight while I was on my way to send my girl to the doc, rushed to Bangsar for coffee/dinner when I was feeling down, be my chauffer to meet my study group while I was doing my professional course, photocopied exam materials after work for me and my friend so that we could use that time to revise, for taking care of me and my girl when I fell ill and unable to do anything.
You may know many people in life, family or friends. But how many of them will be there for you when you need your spirits to be lifted?
I miss KL but I miss London more. I miss our cosy flat. It’s a humble place but yet full of happiness. My angel’s laughter and smiles. Reminds me of the bond we share, the love between a mother and a child, a child’s trust and patience.
I may be only one person in the world, but I may mean the whole world to some people. And to these people, thank you for being the whole world to me….
About five years ago, MJ quoted me the above. Until today, I still hold this statement close to my heart.
For the past few weeks, my emotions have been on a roller-coaster. There are things that frustrate me but I try to keep an open mind and heart. I know I cant please anyone. I’m used to being a nobody. No matter how much I tried to be somebody, it always fails.
But in the company of a few people, I feel I am somebody. These people make me feel I’m worthy, someone significant in their life. They make me feel appreciated. They make me feel that I have achieved a lot in my life. They make me feel beautiful.
I miss these people dearly. I’m always myself whenever I’m around them. The Dragon Lady, Ms Alchemist, MJ, McDreamy and most importantly, my lil girl. Each of them plays an important role in my life. They were there during the difficult times, when I really needed someone the most. Be it being on the phone at midnight while I was on my way to send my girl to the doc, rushed to Bangsar for coffee/dinner when I was feeling down, be my chauffer to meet my study group while I was doing my professional course, photocopied exam materials after work for me and my friend so that we could use that time to revise, for taking care of me and my girl when I fell ill and unable to do anything.
You may know many people in life, family or friends. But how many of them will be there for you when you need your spirits to be lifted?
I miss KL but I miss London more. I miss our cosy flat. It’s a humble place but yet full of happiness. My angel’s laughter and smiles. Reminds me of the bond we share, the love between a mother and a child, a child’s trust and patience.
I may be only one person in the world, but I may mean the whole world to some people. And to these people, thank you for being the whole world to me….
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