A treasure hunt adventure!

My granddad was schedule for a minor surgery for his hand on Monday, which is yesterday….under local anesthetic. Being a 76 year old, he needs me to accompany him and therefore I had decided to take a half day off since his surgery had been schedule to be 8.a.m.

I’ve reached the hospital at 7.40 a.m, my granddad has reminded me that the operation is held some sort of operation room in the main block. i‘ve dealt with the officer in the hospital before and god knows how much time they need to get things right. So I’ve approached the main block “ kaunter pertanyaan” (enquiries) to enquired where the operation room is..

Indian Lady : ini orto (orthopedic) department cik, sini keluar jalan sampai masjid belakang,

ME : ok ! Ok

So, I lead my granddad to some sort of orto department which turns out to be a 15 mins walk from the main office.

Upon reaching the registration counter, I knew I was late cause the time had shown 8.05 a.m. I approached the nurse clad in brown sweater and informed her that my granddad is schedule to have an operation at 8.

Nurse1 : cik, ini operation bukan sini la………….alar….kan dah beritahu pigi main block, apasal datang kot sini pulak???

Me : ( I was furious, and very angry too), saya pergi main block, itu orang India di kaunter suruh saya datang sini, sekarang u suruh saya pergi sana balik….and then? Kalau dia suruh saya datang balik?? Saya pun datang balik sini la…

And after my sarcastic commotion, another nurse approached and stood beside her, she took a look at the appointment card and told me to go to the main block( where I came from), she told me to ignore the indian lady at the counter, for she do not know what she is doing or where is the operation room is…

Oh my God!!!... that was the worse reason I’ve ever heard….then why do u put someone who is stupid to be in charge of enquiry??? What does “kaunter pertanyaan” means??

Fed up, I took the card and brought my granddad for another joywalk to the main office, which takes another 15mins....

This time, I went to approach the registration counter….the staff had told me to go to the emergency department at the main block…

“ Emergeny department”..what the hell……

“ bukan, ini orang schedule untuk buat operation la, u confirm I pergi emergency??” i re confiram again with the person at the registration counter

“ yalar……….”

I walk about 5 mins before I reached the emergency department, I saw the word “ PENDAFTARAN WARGA EMAS”, so I took the appointment card and showed the guy behind the registration counter.

He told me to walk behing to the the X-ray department where I will see and
“Pesakit Luar” (outpatient signage)… I should register there….he quipped and pointed his finger to some ghostly alley.

I walk again with my grandpa towards the EERIE alley and all the way left and right looking for this signage that the guy mentioned jus now…….while walking, I felt that I was a like a mad person in this amazing race hunting for clues and answer to my questions. It felt like I was an adventure of treasure hunt turning left and right opening hospital doors, only the difference is that there is no prize for guessing where the hell is the operation theater located……..

After I’ve found the signage (PESAKIT LUAR) , I approached the registration which says (X-Ray)….

(what the hell?)…

I’M ALREADY HERE…so I asked the person again if I’m on the right track…..

She told that I have arrived at the correct place, but the operation theater was to walk towards behind turn left go straight turn right and go into Door 3.

FINE….( I took a glance at my granddad and I knew that he was already tired from the walking, what more feeling nervous because of the operation and not knowing where he has been lead to…i wondered if he would breakdown any minute that time...)

I did as per according to what she told, after I entered door 3, I soon found the alley which was not larger than 5 feet wide. There sat another lady about my grandpa age dressed in tie-bac uniform which is ready for surgery…. She smiled and I could see all her wrinkles exposed from her face…

She spoke in cantonese and asked us...if we were here for surgery too….i’ve answered her yes in brief..

“ sai lei worr lei tei, kam tou hou yi wan tou” ( you guys are great, u manage to find this place)….

I’ve answered her that we have walk for merely half an hour before we reached here...

She couldn’t agree more, “ ngo wan seng yat ko chong kei lorr” ( she have also wandered around for more than an hour or so before arriving at the operation theater )

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I’d admire her enthusiasm because she did not give up even after one hour of searching. If I was looking for a place for more than an hour, I would choose to drive off and go home.

My granddad would had also went home if he could not find the place, because after the surgery he too did not know which way he had came from when I asked him if he knows which way we should turn.

But my granddad reminded me that if we ever need to come again, I’ll have to take another day off because coming to the Hospital is like going for a treasure hunt adventure!

Pre-shopping event

My aunt is in retail business and recently her shop had closed down and she has some stocks at home which need some clearance sale. She had invited me over to sell of her stocks to me at cost price.

" Cost price......Cost price...."

Being female, at such offer I would never resist…....

Since it was sold at cost price, every dress that I tried, and like…. would be actually put at a side. And since there is no price tag, I dun have problem deciding.

It was just try, liked it, buy it… soon after an hour, I find myself having a stack of clothes which looks to be like laundry from afar, however, when my aunt had calculated all of em’..it had only sum up to RM 200 + which is a very very very good deal for me considering that I have about 10 dress??? I shall show the pictures later…….

Can’t wait to wear all of them this week!!!

Is it possible to see more than that?

I’m very impressed at todays fashion world and most importantly at how a girl dress.

A friend whom I always hang out always tells me that it is possible to actually see the whole breast even with the bras is in contact, I do not know how most guys actually does this. But once, I tried to see what my friend was peeking and the truth to be told, I actually saw her whole breast, and yes , she was wearing a bra and she was also trying a new shoe. But the bra was hanging loosely and her top was not helping either.

A bra is actually meant to support the breast, unfortunately most women wear their bra bands too high on their torsos and throw their measurements off. As a result, their breast is exposed and I think guys are literally enjoying their shopping trip nowadays because there are so many free show to see.

At first, I find it hard to believe because although I have many peek a boo shirt, it is literally, impossible to actually see through the outfit unless you really have superman’s eyes. But I have done a research during my last trip to “ the curve” on Saturday and believe me, there is so much you can see! i am not pervert, nor lesbian.

At first, i feel awkward to actually stare at what to seems like ..ahem...breast....but i soon to find out that the ladies in Klang Valley do not seems to bother if their outfit is revealing more than, well, boobs!!! these pretty ladies have no intention of revealing but i guess its the bra that is improper...

No wonder, no wonder….even Aldo shoes are selling like what ? RM 200 a pair? guys are still accompanying their wife , gf, friends there.

I’m more aware of my clothes nowadays because what I can see in other, others may also see it in me….i’m not saying that I have a great figure but when there is a free show.. who will not opt to see? correct me if i am wrong.........

Super sucks!

I have lost contact with the world. Yes ! indeed, these few days I did not blog because I was sick.

I do not know how many times I need to fall sick in a month but sick is the suckiest thing ever because :

You can’t eat, you can’t work , you can’t do anything but sleep. And even sleeping is no fun because you keep feeling feverish and you feel really lousy. It gets even worse when you fall sick on your birthday which means super sucks!

girls like bad boys....

My cousin came down to Port Dickson with his new girlfriend,

Let me briefly tell u about my cousin,

He looks like a mix of Japanese boy band,

But it is his character and his sense of humor that drives girl crazy over him,

in fact, I guess all girls like bad boys,

He used to be a driver, not ordinary driver but a lorry driver,

However in his speech when he is wooing any gurl,

He would say in a way that he is driving this vehicle than cost more than RM 300K,

And he would add that not many could afford driving that, because it has a very large cc

Its true that not many at his age are opting to be a driver, and not many driver has the license to drive a lorry,

He also said that he would meet clients everywhere in Malaysia but the fact is actually he is delivering goods to the client,

He would say that if ever he had chosen his path to be a superstar, Lee hom would be no where near to his success,

It really cracks you crazy and the giggle you can go on, and on..

I wouldn’t say that he is a liar because all he did said was the truth, but not the whole truth….

He recently switch job to be an assistant of the company that manufacture plastic in Malaysia. He is the driver to the boss and whatever his boss wants him to do,

Of course shortly, with his charisma, he had managed to make all the ladies in the admin department to giggle over his jokes and some even to get in bed with him…

.. Ok, I kid, I kid, about the last statement, maybe not that, but I dun know….

So this new girlfriend came down to port Dickson,

I can see that my cousin does his stupid move again by bringing her to the beach and melt her heart…

I guess to her, My cousin was very charming in the eyes of hers,

I can’t help but to notice that she only had my cousin in her world and everyone else around her was dead,

The whole time when they were there, you can totally tell what my cousin will do to actually romance her….

She would giggle most of the time and would blush when she noticed that our family was starring at her because u could tell that she was in love………

Of course, this wasn’t the first time my cousin brought a gurl down to Port Dickson,

And it also wasn’t the first time that each girl was different from the last time I saw them,

Yet, I ‘m amazed how all of them would fall for a bad boy like my cousin,

I guess all girls would like bad boys compare to geeky ones,

I would admit that I would too… but heaven forbids then I’ll meet one…

I’m becoming forgetful..

Ok, so everyone forgets thing once in a while. I admit that.

I have what my mum always called me “short term memory loss”.

And I think I have been applying such habit in office. My boss would say something to me which is quite urgent while I’m writing a letter or doing something, and I would write it down, and after a while. I not only completely forgotten the task but also forgotten where I have written it. He also had recently complained that I’ve been a little slack at remembering his stuff which he had mentioned verbally.

Lately, I have been receiving calls from client and I have written their numbers somewhere in a piece of paper but keep missing the papers which I wrote here n there.

I tried to counter my problem by writing on post it up memos and stick em’ on my monitor so I could find the number easily.

I found out that I have more headache because I have only written their numbers and names and totally forgotten why I should call them to follow up on what topic.

Thus , I took out all the piece of paper that had multiple colours and threw them away and find myself to lose the one very important number that I should not lose.

My colleague watched the whole scenario while I fumble over the trash to find that important number that I lost. She told me to go the pantry to get a cuppa coffee and come bac.

True enough after I cam bac and place my cup of coffee on the coasters I saw the pink post up notes with the number that I wrote.

“ I found it!!” I was screaming excitedly. My colleague stared and gave a mischievous smile. I suspected that it was her. It was her, the paper could not have appeared suddenly…..She was smiling sheepishly and after I gave her a long stare she broke into laughter…

“ I didn’t do it lah!!”……….

I still gave a her a long stare……she was laughing hysterically now but still denies that she hides my paper….

“seriously, la..i didn’t! i didn't do it!!”.. then she continued, “your friend (a.k.a Boss) took the piece of paper jus now, I dun even know when he took it, but while he came out, he left it on yr table, he also forgotten where he put the number la”

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I took a glance at my boss while he was in his room doing his stuff, he looked at me as if nothing as happen……yeah..as if....

Looks like I’m not the only person keep forgetting things!!

The family man

Today, I reached office at 10.20 a.m.

Yes ,I was late but I was already awake at 6.30 am. I got dress and I was on my way to work from Port Dickson to K.L

Yes, I repeat, from Port Dickson

My dad works in Damansara, together with his 2 fellow colleagues who also were transfer to KL,

They carpool, and they travel everyday, from and to work.

"Port Dickson – Kuala Lumpur – Port Dickson"

I went bac to my hometown last night because I missed my family since previous week I was not back and kindda miss my siblings laughter and craziness..

Anyway, that’s not my point, my points is actually, that these 3 jokers I were with are willing to travel to work everyday, everyday,

I left for port dickson yesterday at 7pm from work and arrange to meet with my dad in central, i arrived bac home at 9.00 because of the jam at Sungai besi, and all major roads...

Even being a passenger in the car, I already felt the pain in my bac, and even lethargy…and a bit bored...because uncle jokes are really weird and i dun get it, their joke is not even funny!!!and if I have to do this everyday I really can die. I dun mind traveling for holidays, but traveling to work for this would really means crazy!

After, I reached home, my mum was surprised of course, but I wasn’t, I felt lousy and tired and hungry too… after I freshen up and filled up my stomach , I realized that it was already 10.30 and my dad was ready for bed.

Amidst the tiredness, he was lazing at the hall to see whats up with all of us, i saw that my dad was satisfied to be at a place he call home, he was happy to be the family man even as he lies at the hall settee , controlling his remote, chatting wid my mum and hugging my youngest sister at his side.

I knew he was tired even as he was talking to my mum, he already yawned 3 times and even took a few second to smell my sister hair everytime he does that, he was not concentrating at the telly too…..all I knew that the family man jus need a little attention and break from the days work.

I’ll bet that his two colleague were also glad to be at home even as they go bac and see their children, or feed their dog and love their wife,

it’s good to know that despite they need to travel thru and forth everyday like a mad man, the sacrifices that they make are actually worth it, because the family man yearns to see their loved one waiting for them at home to repeat the routine they do again and again….every day!

When your colleague ogle over what u wear…

I usually dress up for work pretty well, I’m not trying to be pompous here, but ever since when I was young, I will not wear the usual clothes that kids my age suppose to wear,

When I was a kid, I will wear really nice dresses and matching shoes because my mum would dress me up , and being the first child, everything you have pretty and is brand new!

Teenage, people were dying to try out their first levis jeans, but I didn’t grow much and being 4feet nine in high school, wearing jeans didn’t help much..

I was more in mini skirts and short pants, (it actually makes u looks taller) and boys my age were ogle at what I wear,

(maybe that’s why I dun have much girlfriend)…….

Call me weird, or wired, but it basically represents me!!!

I usually dun quite bother how I wear, because everyday I would dress myself with pride,

Matching accessories , shoes!

But today, I take a look at myself for 5 seconds to see what my colleague were looking forward everyday,

I know guys can be pervert, but pervert with extraordinary imagination is one hell of a pervert guy!

Today, as I was putting on make-up and final touch to my hair,

I took a side turn to see my curves,

Yes, the pants is a little tight,

And the top is a little low,

And the jacket buttons is place jus a little above the cutting of the top that I wore which gives little imagination to what guys think,

Ok!!

It is a little provoking,

My clothes were not designed to provoke,

It’s design to show a little feminine touch, a little frills, some lace , some beads, some ribbons, some of every little thing that a girl would like to have.

I hate clothes which give horizontal line all the way down and look like a tomboy suit,

If it has to be collar, then the collar will have some tiny petals with embroidery,

If it has to be trousers, then it would show some curve,

If it has to be a top, then it must have some frills and beads,

And if it has to be a skirt, it has to have lace,

I think my point is pretty clear,

I tone down my outfit today with a jacket because the last time I saw my colleague, he actually took a photo of me! And he actually remembered clothes I wear for the past weeks!

And for your info, this person is way way older than me, call it admiration?? but I call it sick!

its not like high school where u can go over and say:

"hey, stop taking my picture or i'll let your parents know or teachers know"

you can't be going over to yr colleague and said" HEY , STOP TAKING MY PICTURE OR I LET MY BOSS KNOW, OR YOUR GF KNOW"

what kind of normal people will say that?

if you were me, what would you do and not to make it too awkward??

Miscommunication

I think communication is the core factor during work.

So many weird things had been happening today
First it was lunch.
There is 2 very famous curry fish head in my working area
Since my panel lawyer had been eating at “Peters” so we told her that we change places.

She agreed and so did few of my colleagues. we told her that we opt for the other shop instead of Peters. Lawyer and another friend will be a little late. So we’ll go first..

We ( me and the other 2)were there at 1.15 pm and thinking that we were early, we ordered food and waited

And waited….

And waited….

Then I called her and lawyer had told me she was there ,

0.O

“I dun see you”..thinking perhaps that there were too many people, I stood up and asked if she saw me. She too stood up and asked if I saw her

“NO”..period. was our reply…

I found out that there was another curry fish head around the corner besides the one that we mentioned… thank god they only ordered drink.. so they walk over to joined us..

it was funny when we shared about it....

….miscommunication …... >_<

Later at 3, there was a walk in client. I was busy so I told one my agent to handle as the client as the client was looking for area which my agent is familiar with

Turn out to be the client had wrongly walked in, they supposed to walk in to the developer next door to see the newly launched apartment.

What’s worse, my agent has wrongly converse the client message and after sitting about 30mins.. then they realize they have been to the wrong office…

Hello…can somebody tell me what’s goin on here?

I’m having Monday Blues…..

Its already 8.30 am, my alarm rang 30 minutes ago, and I snooze it 3 times.

I refuse to get out of bed,

I slept late last night,

It was cozy sleeping under the sheet,

It was still cloudy,

It was raining outside,

A few more minutes then I’ll be up

( I keep saying that few 15 mins ago when it was 8.00 am)

I knew I need to wake up,

But my body heavily sticks between the blankets and the sheets,

Finally, I drag myself at 8.35 a.m

I knew I was late to work already

I also knew what clothes I need to wear,

But I was blur,

Despite the freezing cold water used to cleanse my face,

I was still in “blur” mode,

I put on my clothes and make-up,

and was ready by 9.00 am flat.

And when I was heading out to work, it was still drizzling,

I was yearning for a cup of the local the tarik outside my house,

You see, I’m trying to quit coffee now, n I try to drink less caffeine,

So tea substitute with coffee is al rite aite?

I reached work at 10.30,

It was late,

I’m not up to my routine yet,

The meeting bout to start in another hour,

I’m suppose to get prepared,

I refuse to. Because it is a Monday

Not to mentioned that the blogger.com is so freaking slow,

Plus,

Its has started to rain now!

I’m beginning to miss my bed

I wanna go home

Monday sucks bad!

I hate to work on Monday!

it almost time, i'm goin home....

caffeine Fix

You are addicted to caffeine when you need to have at least one cup to start your day. Not to mention that drinking coffee keep your adrenaline rushing, it helps to speed things off at work. seriously!!

Things is turning out worse for me especially when the Kopitiam is newly opened downstairs at the corner. It’s jus a roll away and I find myself ridiculously loafing around caffeine land for a quick fix.

Someone, help me!! Please….

The dinner - bet

Oh ya, if you guys knew about the bet which I was betting wid ma parents,, or if u dun know.... you can check out the previous bet.. well they won the FREAKING BET. The garden Was, WAS..... I SAID beautiful when the bet expires,BUT now, NOw!!!!

there are... weeds growing all over. being a person who ..ahem....

" teeth treated as gold" ...LOL..translate to a famous canto proverbs......meaning..." do what i say i will do"... i brought them makan la....

So few months back ( i think it was July) ,that they were having a good time at the Jap Retaurant in Bangsar. I forgotten what was the name of the Restaurant, but from the smile on their face , you can see that they are pretty much enjoying the Feast...

So here is abby ( my youngest sister) thumbs up!

i wish i had a video recorder to record what she said. it was funny..i can't exactly remember what she said but it goes something like this "che, ( as in sis), we should eat more jap food, means we should have more betting, cause whether u guys win or lose, i can still eat jap food..."

anyways...... you can see that she's having a blast!

mum was also there of course, she wouldn't want to miss out, well not to enjoyed the food but to let me know that she is the Winner! so here goes to the winner:




Mum : Ha! I WON now! (This is my signature smile)
Esther : i'm jus tagging....


it was fun.. but i guess i wont end here..i will surely bet again! this time i MUST win!

A stupid question to ask…

Yesterday was a hell of a day, it was a handover of keys to the tenant and there was this stupid agent from another company representing his client.

His client was more fussy than the diva Jeniffer Lopez even before he moved in and this agent is literally encouraging him.

Okay, so the handover was not an ordinary handover; it was a fully furnished premises with over the top electrical appliances. My duty was jus to make sure that my inventory is complete and working in good order when I handover the premises to the tenant to avoid any future misunderstanding.

So I was saying, this stupid agent la, I’ll call him “ S”, he was representing the client and we went through a check list to make sure that everything was working in order. He was not only late for an hour but he wore a HUGE genie earring on his left ear, what kind of agent wears earring during work?

I told him that I already ran through the inventory myself while waiting for him but HE INSISTED that we go through together AGAIN!!

He had a negative attitude and everything that he touches he will say “lousy” or “spoilt” despite that everything is working in good condition

Scenario 1 (guest Bathroom)

S” : (turns on the shower to check the heater), owh, the water heater spoil

NO water!

Me : its not spoilt, there is a main tap, turn it

(there was water coming from the shower; but there was no heater)

“S” : No use, the heater NOT WORKING..

Me : (points at ELCB button) , I think you can try pushing that button upwards!!

( well, what I wanted to say actually was: For the Love of God, dun ya ever use the god dam water heater before)..well I DIDN’T

“S” : (SHOW OFF f*CKIN Face) , STILL, THE WATER PRESSURE VERY SMALL..LOUSY WATER PRESSURE

I feel like kickin him at his balls right that time…..

(OMG, is this his house? He is jus representing the client, he shud jus shut up and make sure that everything is working in order so that his client wont demand because it will jus delay everything)

Scenario 2 (Bedroom 3)

“S” : (opens up wardrobe cupboard ; and the hinge snap), owh, the hinge is spoilt, Eunice you see! (points at hinge)

Me : its not spoilt, its jus LOOSE, will ask “R” (contractor) to fixed it

“S” : No you see (points directly at the hinge, that is in “L” shape)

Me : ( I stretch the hinge so to show him that it was working), it can be fixed ok?.. (sounds sarcastic)

“S” : OWH, you see, nows..adays…no body use open/close door, all is sliding door.

Me : yeah , NOWS ADAYS..!!!..... ( WHAT THE HECK IS NOW ZA DAYS?)

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After everything was completed, Agent S asked his client the most stupid question:

“ so, anything that you not happy about??”

Good gracious; there are so many other question to put and he have to ask that IDIOT QUESTION,

He could have ask:

So far are so good rite, if there is anything lack, we hope to rectify it for you OR;

Is there anything that you wish to bring up?

NOOOO.........he didnt, he have to ask him the blardy question.....

His client is already a fussy pot and he is asking him what other tonnes of stuff he is unhappy with, Hello, if you want to close the deal, ask the right question not ask stupid question…

I was pissed off, literally....but I could not leave as well, I told STUPID agent that I’m off for another appointment and everything that we have mentioned in the appointment letter will be made DONE.

Others request will not be entertained and if his client wants anything more than we had discussed; it shall be up to the owner..

After that, I went off…..

Sometimes people can have years of experience working but also years of experience repeating the same mistakes. From what I see, he could be a very experience agent but it all has fails because he does not know how to ask the right question.

In life, we can have years of experience working but we can also repeat the same thing every year. It’s okay to make mistakes but not repeated mistakes.

The most unbearable day!

Sowee for the lack of update.....

I’ve been out from office these few weeks and have met several horny, men clients that would like to invest their $$ in Malaysia. The way they talk , its like those MAFIA that you watch in movie. They give the budget and you give what they…want...(edited)

Seriously, what they want is not impossible but investor ( from ali baba land) always expect that Malaysia is some sort of cheap labour country and all the materials they want rather high end.

Did I get the business..?…H-E-C-K NO!... even with another million, its impossible, unless all the materials comes from China and these oil bastard dun mind changing it every year!

Well, the worst was not that but the site visit in Puchong for a very well know developer constructing a double storey link house which cost something like RM 780,XXX.00.

The past few week had not been easy. Imagine walking in heels, wearing jacket and skirt, to lose the jacket would mean baring my skin and tat would totally be bitching. To lose the heels would mean bare foot..in this hot weather? I dun think so… to lose the skirt??? Well , that would be a great idea…NOT!

The weather? Yeah it was nasty, more than 37 degree and the heat was melting my skin away.

To make matter worse, there was no proper route to the showhouse, WALK or DIE in the sun. and upon arriving, there was NO WATER to drink. What kind of showhouse does not provide water or free drinks?

C’mon people, purchaser is buying a property more than half a million and you can’t even provide water?

it was a bad day… Need I say more… ??

Mid Autumn Festival.

Back in 1990s,Mid Autumn festival used to be celebrated with candles dripping all over the paved cemented floor at the yard outside my house, as i grew older, i would play with lanterns walking around with my sister and few of our childhood friends, showing off our best lantern.

Approaching teenage, i would have very adventurous nights of hide n seek with few of my friends from the same neighborhoods. i still remember a game that i enjoyed the most.

The game would actually be two seeker and the rest would actually..duh..HIDE.

The adventurous part of this game? everyone would have to cycle whilst maintaining the lantern. there is actually forbidden zone, and those who hide are only allowed to cycle within the range that we have all agreed.

The rule of the game is that :

-no one should own any lighter/ matches or anything.

- everyone should maintain their lantern.

- lantern should not be burn

-lantern should HAVE light.

Everyone is only given one coloured candle.there will be a lighter tied at the monkey bar in the playground. those whose candles goes off can go and light up their candle again in the playground, but beware of seeker. there are two, and we usually try to avoid that area, Also another hider can't gang up and hide together.

The duration of the game would end when the seeker finds all the hiders ; or if the seekers cant find all of us, then all would have to show their faces 2 minutes before their candles go off. (whichever applies), the first two person who get caught would be the seeker for the next round.

(the colored candle usually last about 20mins). ..oh! by the way, during our time, those who cheats face a terrible consequences. their bike get drip by candles. so No Cheating eh?

Fast forward time, and i can no longer fit in with the kids running around the neighborhoods, also, its too dangerous nowadays..after nurin's case and all.....

Now, I would like to go home and spend my mid autumn festival holding hands with my love ones and watching children playing with candles and lanterns at their porch.

Mid year autumn wouldn’t be complete without mooncake and green tea.

Happy mid autumn festival to ya’ll!

Love can do miracles

My grandparents will always have reason to argue. They literally disagree with whatever topic they would tend to discuss on and it will have no conclusion, but the usual case is that my grandpa would eventually let my grandmamma wins because my grandma is one fierce lady…

My grandparents have been sleeping in separate room even since before my mum got to know my daddy. So that’s pretty much heck of a years. My mum did mentioned to me before the reason they have chosen to sleep in different rooms but perhaps it was not a good story I would like to hear, therefore I have forgotten the story. I believe that in every marriage, there would be a chapter where its difficult to go through.

Whatever the reason, I wouldn’t know and certainly would not want to know. I’m glad that both of them are still staying under the same roof in place we called home. In between times when there are not together my grandpa would be seen loitering in the coffee shop across the busy street boasting how many grandchildren he has and of course the rest of his member would do the same thing, every afternoon, every day, same time,same topic.

My grandma would be at someone else kitchen ; (not cooking) but playing mahjong with her “kaki” . the common thing that both my grandparents share ?? is the smile on their face when they win d lottery ( nobody frowns ok , when the win money, unless you’re a nut case)..

Thus having said all that, my grandma is actually a very independent woman, (no wonder I looks a bit like her..hmmmmm) you see, she was sick since last week and now the only person paying attention to her is my grandpa, my grandpa has been taking care of her and although they no longer have love for each other, my grandpa still look out for my grandma.

The last thing I saw last night was indeed very touching, and I feel that I jus wanna share it with you. My grandmamma was already feeling lousy and she keeps whining of her back pain everytime she coughs. My cousin were in the hall ignoring everything she said whilst blasting the telly out loud. My grandpa was at the dining doing his usual stuff.

Despite the telly volume was blasting so loud, my grandpa heard my grandmamma voice and quickly ask for me to get him the “vicks”. (talk about age hearing, his hearing is damn good man)..as I passed him the ointment,i stood outside my room door watching his gesture, he quickly opened the cover, he walks towards grandmamma and showed it to her, grandmamma went to sit on the couch and grandpa sit behind her, he slip his hands beneath the thin T-shirt and rub her back. Through out the time, the were no exchange of words, jus exchange of action.

Lastly, My grandpa said something, (AND NO, he did not utter dialoque from Hollywood like

- your’re the air that I breathe OR

- I cannot live without you OR

- You mean so much to me OR

- You die, I die (or should it be you jump, I jump ?)

My grandpa merely told her to get some rest and grandmamma stood up and went to her bedroom. It’s really sweet that despite both of them had wrinkles hands and crow feet all over their faces, they were jus like and ordinary human beings, loving the person you care most. And jus that simple touch from my grandpa, my grandmamma succumb to whatever he has to say. Love can do miracles!

Craving for attention

I live with my grandparents in kl.... i'm going to talk about my grandma in this post...

Jus let me give you an insight of my grandmamma…My grandmamma? She is not your average grandma who wears matching floral taylor made suits, and has this weird old folks smell, or wears taichi shoes….my grandma wears T-shirt and Bermuda shorts daily. she loves wearing thong slippers...and enjoys putting vitamin-E in her hair... She paints her toenails in red or pink and she would request me to decorate her toe-nails with all the 3D nail arts that I bought…. ( oh yeah, she’s more funky than me.. seriously!)

Her hobby? She goes up to Genting to help Uncle Lim pay his electricity bills…her favourite ?? the roulette ……

Her job? Playing mahjong of course….with newly done painted nails by me.. so that she can show off her fellow colleague...i mean her fellow friends...….old people, they still crave for attention.. my grandma would never failed to amused me…

Ok, bac to my story…

last week since 10^th August 2007, my grandmamma fall sick, at first it was jus the typical fever- no appetite to eat, then it stretch on to Friday which I suspected that it was dengue. After my uncle took her to see the doc, it was confirmed that it is not dengue , because she is much older therefore it takes a little more time to recover. She looks much merrier that day after “her son” ( my uncle) brought her to see the doc.

But since yesterday, she was still complaining bone aching, stomach cramps, headache, no appetite to eat and whining all the way. I cant take it and I started to call all my uncles…… because I knew only “ my grandma’s son” can cheer her up..

( translated to English)

1^st call

Me : hey, grandma is not well yet, so r u coming to see her again?

3^rd uncle : aiyar, she is so big, sure will ok la, stomach cramp will go away, I busy la..see tomorrow how first

Me: = _ = ’

2^nd call

Me : hellow..hellow….HELLO…. grandma is not well, so r u coming to see her again? ( heard background music and loud people talking)

1^st uncle : yo, yo , yo....wasssupp…….

Me: grandma is not well, so r u coming to see her again?

1^st uncle : why dun u give her a hug ? or do some massage for her la...i'm so the very busy

Me : = _ = ’ …….. hug cannot cure her la

1^st uncle : what makes u think that my presence can cure…..@$%^%&^&….she jus want attention la..$%%^^&**….anything else ma u wanna say..i busy la...^*&^@$@

Me: = _ = ’ …fine

And so I give up, I gave up calling my uncles because after the 2^nd call, I was jus plain pissed off……

on the other hand, it makes me wonder how much my grandma would go the distance to make her son’s come to see her….but what is more remarkable is that my uncles understand my grandma more than my she understand them… and they knew that my grandmamma was jus craving for attention.

Random

I’m blogging from work and despite I have a list of things to do, I’m here feeling random…. now, i really really feel like lazing at home on my couch drinking something hot…..

*Think*… Britney spears…she has accomplished all before the age of 30 , she has money as fat as her ass…. and now she is like this screw up mum with loads of problem in her life….and lost custody of her children..

Wakakkakaka… damn funny! :)

I kid, I kid… ..for someone who accomplished so much money but in return looses everything, it kindda sad, remember that she use to be this hot chick in “oops, I did it again.” ......Now its like “ ooops, I screw it again”..

Back to today…...

I think I’m a little crazy today, thanx to jason’s post about his snooze problem, I woke up late today, and I did the same exact thing, snooze mode till the phone give up on itself. If it wasn’t for my Grandad who came over and wake me up I think I will be late for work….again….well again here means I’ve been late this whole week since Monday, and although I’ve been sleeping more than 8 hours, I still feel tired in work and my mind somehow flew to “fashionista land” thinking of the shoes and clothes that maybe or later I can purchase

*SNAP OUT OF IT**

I think I should get some coffee to stay wake….

I am the beloved daughter !

I’ve jus hanged up after talking to my mum for about an hour. Dun misunderstood, it was a friendly conversation with her. In fact, I enjoyed catching up moments with her on the phone nowadays compare to days in my teenage years where I used to succumb to all her needs…..

But I guess times have changed and I had became a parents to my mum rather than my mum to me…………..well that’s because she would do gardening in the rain and she would play tennis even her leg hurts…doesn’t it sound like a 6 year old to me?

Anyways, I was on the phone and I was referring to the snapshots that we took about the dress that I wanted to have ( my mum is a professional tailor btw).. she was stating that she already sewed the few design that we initially agreed on previous week….and i'm now following up with her yet another design.....

Add poor her, while she was sewing for me all these dresses, she was boycott by “Emo Elaine” and “Esther the couch potato”.. they were complaining & nagging on how my mum would sew all the dresses for me only to sew theirs later; they were obviously jealous……LOL..or so to say….

Both of my sis were nagging my mum on how she spoiled me and how they had ask my dad to stood by their theory and sing the same frequency as both my siblings….of course being a normal human dad would jus agree….

Who wouldn’t?? Especially when my dad has both noisy voices on both left and right side, my dad jus agreed “ ya ya ya u sayang her tooo much” as he speaks in a very low tone to my mum…

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Deep inside my heart I couldn’t agree more… (I knew that I was my mum favourite) as I hear my mum ranting about how my siblings were treating her on the conversation jus now….. ... I also knew that my mum love em’ all the same, which parents wouldn’t?? and they would give their all for their children happiness…..maybe jus a little more love for me ; )

The truth…....as to why I am the favourite? Well, lets jus say that I never fought back, an even if did, I will later feel remorse and I would apologize to my mum..yeah…. I was a goodie good shoe (emo Elaine is going to vomit is she reads this) ….reality check? You can ask my mum….

siblings rivalry will always happen and i'm still my mums beloved daughter!

"r u your mum's favourite? "

Jus another usual day...

I guess the 50^th Independence is just a one day where people take a day off because once everyone is back to work, is like this mad mad world where people is rushing in and out of to work, working towards datelines, rushing here and there, stuck in traffic and cycle repeats itself.

I’ve been splurging on things lately due to ultimate boredom, clothes, handbags, shoes, new hairdo, supplement and make-up..i feel great doing shopping and although I know guys will never understand why girls have to have so many pair of shoes…

Well, you don’t have to, jus make sure your ladies are not using your money so that you don’t have to fuss about it… then again, many girls will be angry with me for putting up this post…

My purpose of this post? Well , no purpose…besides love , money can actually buy happiness........ although not forever, but a temporary happiness is good enough….but truly for me, my happiness actually comes from love…be it from family or friends…

Love ya’ll…

Malaysia - 50th independence day!

On the 30^th of August 2007, I had left office early to meet up my mum back in my hometown. I took a public transport because it was impossible to leave kl as all the major roads were closed due to the dress rehearsals for Merdeka. As I stood in the train and I overlooked the traffic and hustling of people getting in and out of the train. I remembered how it feels to be enthusiastic about the countdown.

My previous independence day since 2003 was celebrated with boost of alcohol not knowing the meaning of Independence Day. Of course back then I was still very young , and every countdown means a lot to my social life. By 8.30 pm I was all dressed, and with my super high heels, I was ready to take the dance floor after my dinner which would usually end about very late. After countdown, I would roam around with my friends then, looking for food at 3 in d morning.

Those were the days…… today however, as I sit here in front of my pc, I would rather celebrate my independence day and enjoy the company of my family and my close friends and escape the hectic jam and the crazy hangover i had in previous years.....

Yes, I have came a long way back then, although 4 years is not a lot but as I saw myself grew I also saw the country I lived in grew. People are more educated nowadays and although 50 years of independence is not a lot compare to Australia or America. But for a small country, the development was rapid and what I can see front my point of view, the country has already achieved much. From intelligent city in Cyberjaya, to Petronas Twin Tower and The Smart tunnel in Kuala Lumpur; Malaysia has outnumbered many established country. And of course, there are still rooms for improvement, but MALAYSIA would not be the same without me and you because we all play a part in molding and shaping our country be it now or the future.

And as for me, i’m proud to be a MALAYSIAN.. Happy Merdeka Day Malaysia!

Exactly what is important to you?

Exactly a year a ago, I joint this firm that I’m currently working for, time flies……….

Like every one who earns a pay cheque every month, I bet that at one time of a day, there are several question that you wished that you had answered to..

For example:

“ How to stay in love with my job”

“ How to get along with you colleagues”

“ How not to procrastinate your work”

“ How to achieve what you mind is conceiving…

Yes, and the list goes on….for those who do not understand this, my advice is to skip this post because only people who are devoted to their job knows what I’m talking about..

The truth about work is, it should not be about paying off your bills , or the car installment, or the food indulgence, or the craze to change the bumpers of the cars, or the latest gadgets or phone, or the must have shoes…

Your work is basically doing something that you have spend half your life studying and achieving it in the real world, gaining satisfaction for yourself, thus …..the reward of the hard work will be reaping salary or money, or commission, or whatever you called it.

Sadly, many work for the latter. And very few work for passion, for example: a designer could not jus work for money, I’m sure that he must have certain passion or idea for his/her client in order to proceed further , and after his client is satisfied with his work, thus his work pay off by the “ka-ching” pay cheque.

But then again, the love of money..is the root of all evil, many will go the distance in order to earn more money in the business world and sometimes losing their core value and their loved ones…

They spend so much time investing in their business, they start to neglect their families and children, taking for granted only to know that after achieving at the peak, they look at themselves, are there is no one to celebrate the glory together, because people who are busy earning money usually take for granted of their loved ones. (I’m not against those who earn loads of money; in fact I spent most of my time working also) thinking that their love one will always be there................ yes, there will always be, but the love has faded and their money can longer buy back the time that they have wasted.

some ..some ...some time ago....

I used to have an ex who work at the top level management, (Lets call him C), he basically earns enough to buy a kancil every month.... He would wake up early for work and will be very very busy for the whole day. But let me tell you about C, regardless his hectic schedule, or his crazy timetable, he always make time to call me, to make sure that i'm okay, that i'm full, that i'm happy....etc etc... sometimes he even comes out to have a little tea break at the hotel lounge near his office. I always wonder how come he had the guts to do such things like taking 2 hours off for tea and sometimes even leave as early as 3pm to accompany me shopping. (He was not the boss; incase you are wondering)

His reply was simple “ I can change many jobs, but I can only have one you”

It may sounds lame, but C prove it with his action. All that he has done, all is not wasted, and is still remembered.

What would you do today; if you’re busy with your work; would you call up your love ones jus to say that you love ‘em? or you miss 'em?

Island escapade – Finale

So, my final day in perhentian basically ends after I had a hearty breakfast at the Matahari chalet…(from the pic, u can see there where we had b'fast and the place that where we stayed.....)

Before i left, I took loads of candid shot, lala shot, stupid shot, whatever u call it...m not goin to post it up here la.....

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After we checked out, we chartered a taxi to Kota Bahru town before departing back to the city ; we went to this famous place called "yati's"...the locals would know the place well..... u guys should come here too…I recommend, THE nasi dagang and nasi kerabu..and it goes well with the “ayam percik” and if you have sweet tooth, the local desserts is a must try!

i was seriously full with all the nasi, nasi & sweet desserts..i swear to god i wanted to pack all home....

and I’m so keberatan to leave..but then again, if i wanna come here, i need to work so that i can come here again, EVERY YEAR.....

Perhentian is a great place to be, for those of you who wants a laid back lifetsyle, this is a place you cannot miss.......

- its not like your average "hard rock cafe" resort , its really simple, where the locals are still using mosquito coil, and you are still sleeping on flat mattresses....

- and your're in your surfer shorts and bikini top ; ready to dip in whenever the weather gets hot...

provided that Perhentian will always be like that way i want it to be; not so commercialized like Redang, and NOT too many people like Phuket, i would come....i will sign up for a 3-day crash course of scuba diving.....and get a certificate..

so......WHO'S JOINING ME?

Those little things!

I was sick the during the weekend and if you want to continue reading this post, jus let me warn you that this is actually an emo post. So if you dun wanna get emo, so stay clear out of this post k? dun say I didn’t warn you.....

A little intro first, Those who knows me; knows that they do not need to worry for me, because I have always ..and have been …a very independent person. Be it at school or at college, my parents was not worried for me when I was studying for my exams or for my finals or what the hell I was doing during my mid-term, even when I shifted house or when I went traveling solo, did my first interview or my first job….. my parents need not worry… they knew that I would take care of everything.. But for being a sick person, that was my ultimate, because being independent means that even though you are sick, you need to take care of yourself, and this is the part that I hate most.

Being sick brings out the worst of me, I become a very cranky person, I will not see a doctor unless someone brings me there and even after that; I will refuse to take medication and I refuse to eat when I’m sick because I don’t have the appetite.. I will keep vomiting and medicine won’t help, I will stay in bed until someone comes and pampers me..this is me ……..(when I’m sick)

But being sick and being independent makes me frustrated; even when I was sick 2 days ago, lying on my bed,....I remembered how was it like to be pampered by the person I truly love and treasure most, the times when I had H to be wid me.. (lets jus call him that)

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When I was admitted in the hospital because of pneumonia in Year 2006, (yes , it was a year ago, but still..) .. he was always there,when i needed him, to be wid me and stroke my forehead before I shut my eyes when I open my eyes..he will be there, smiling...

During that time, H had stopped worked completely to take care of me. No man would do that..and he did. He knew that I could not be alone when I was sick, he would let me rest on his shoulder and comfort me to make sure that I will be alright. he will hug and squeeze me tight telling me that i should gain more weight.

Yes, H would also sit beside me during meal time making sure that I eat every single food on my table, he would make tea for me to smell the aroma because I could not drink it; but at least to enjoy it;

he would crush all the tablets and put it into small capsules that he sneak in so I would eat the medication;

he would let me sleep on his arms even though the weight was causing him cramps and he would kiss my forehead and whisper into my ears stories of his..and blah...blah... before I shut my eyes and go to bed……

Those little things that he did ….those little things that he said….

Well, they aren’t little……….

Island escapade – Day 2

This comes in a bit late…sowee…

My schedule has been pretty hectic due the project that we have jus undertake, thus the delay…

So I was saying, Day 2 was merely snorkeling and dinner….

We woke up at 10 am , took heavy load breakfast; or jus me cause I’m d youngest and the most energetic…and so ready for snorkeling..

Our snorkeling trip took us to various places, sea turtles, sharks , clown fish, yellow tank, anemone,..or whatever u called it..i always have my tongue twisted....anyways,whatever under the sea u name it they have it, there was a time where I was so enthusiast chasing sharks that me and my guide we so so away from our boat….

So here are the pics,, btw, thank to “mama’s boy” cam, we dive in with the camera to take more pics…..

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Fishy fishy -theme song from Finding nemo (when Dharla - d dentist niece) storms in...- that's the surface because there was a feeding frenzy goin on...

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and this is at the bottom, where other fishes nibbles on the remaining crumbs of bread

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and this is how it looks like from from the boat.....we were underneath, this photo is courtesy of the one who dare not swim in....anyways, i was so excited, i dived into the sea and my effort scares all the fishes away....

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last but not least, the trip would not be complete if "crazy dare devil" didnt take a photo under da sea....

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The last stop was to see sea turtles….they are so cutey cute you can really die!

the turtles actually are waiting for night time to be released in the ocean..it was great seeing them frantically flapping up and down none stop..like charged super super energiser battery!!!

oh ya, before we left, we saw numerous of jelly fish floating and since the guide told us it was safe, we scoop it up to play with it (i know; u might think i'm crazy, but i'm not..well..maybe jus a little)

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behold, JELLY FISH IN YOUR HANDS...then after that, we wait for the jellyfish to lose its water ..something like osmosis....wakakaka...almost dying but but not yet..then i throw it back into the sea..where IT belongs..

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our snorkeling trip lasted till about 4.30 pm; where the sun already burn most of my skin except my private part......thus leaving me still TANNED now....

our snorkeling trip did not END when we got back to our island, we were suppose to return those mask and flippers; but since we were already tanned and burn; so might as well play till maximum...

YES, we took the mask, flippers and camera and went venturing into the ocean without any life jacket..we walk at the edge of the rocks and dive into the sea where we saw more corals and some fish so called "doctor fish"..... we swam until the tides came in..and we were still swimming...

it was almost sunset, so we decided to head home, on our way home, one of my guy fren can't help but to stare at this "lady" sleeping topless....under the shade....so he wanted to take a pic of her, but since it was so obvious going right over to take her pic, (so freaking hamsap rite??)

he said that he will pose but make sured that i took her topless pic......and here's it....since he has one, might as well share it here...with all u guys.....

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A-HA!!
u think i will really post up the nude pic?

i am still a girl rite? u think i will show my own species nude pictures?

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but the most interesting story is this..the guy friend who decided to take this pic put down his bag for a little posing..... the bag contain his chalet key... i think he was so excited to take a look at the preview in the camera, he didn't knew that he drop his keys, we didn't saw it coming either...HE REFUSE to pay for the lost of keys and was looking high and low to search for it.....

For the price of camera : RM 1,799.00
For the price to replace lost key : RM 20.00
The look on his face when searching for keys: PRICELESS!!!

Guys, there is a lesson to be learn here, never opt to be pervert unless u know that you are paying a price for it... considering RM 20 is not expensive though....

of course, he didn't find it, and he paid for the lost key.......

It was a good and memorable trip for him, and as for me i have fun time enjoying my dinner ...

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the picture is a wee bit dark; and i admit i'm lazy to edit the pictures; it will really show the tanned line..also, cause i'm not Xiaxue..and i dun't practice air-brushing my pic...

(Scrumptious dinner)




that basically ends my day 2 in Perhentian.....