I would cross the road….without the bridge

After I was back from Singapore, I realized that the people here (Malaysia) are really different from what I saw in Singapore.

[ btw, i will sort my pic from s'pore and will post in up later here]

as i was saying, Pedestrian are priority in S’pore and having said that, the driver are always reminded…. to allow pedestrian to cross first. And I’m sure it applies everywhere else, well except for you know…Malaysia, the Land of Glory

People here drive with pride and glory alright, the glory of driving like a madman….

if you are pedestrian, then u better open your eyes big big because these drivers here are really crazy and if you think of crossing the road, as you know u should always : PANDANG KIRI, PANDANG KANAN & PANDANG KIRI BALIK when crossing the road

NEW TERMs in MALAYSIA IS THAT:

PANDANG KIRI, PANDANG KANAN & PANDANG KIRI, PANDANG KANAN, KALAU BERANI, LINTAS JALAN….. because you would never know when a mad man will ram across a red light and just when you expect that the car will stop at RED., you are wrong because Malaysian will particularlly speed at red light…I REPEAT : “SPEED AT RED”, “accelerate at yellow” and slow at green…..

Yesterday evening, I tried to get across the road heading bac to my house.. mind you the place where I’m staying is Gombak and currently Our DEAR Mr. SV is expanding our road..or so he claimed he was.....rubbish!! (PUI!Pui!) and imagine that I tried to cross a traffic somewhat like this:

ok, ok.....Maybe a little exaggerating , but I used to cross the road even when they are double lanes on both side…...

jus like a true Malaysia…I also dun follow the rules...i hate to use the overhead bridge and despite that there is a sign which says “ DENDA RM 500” . I tend to ignore the sign to save time and to save energy....

Back to my story, by the time I wanted to cross, I realized that the street lights are not working because of the upgrading work and it was already dark,also, my grandparents were talking the other day that a boy died while trying to cross the road, and the incident was a hit a run case..... and I saw the sign of the overhead bridge about 50M so..why not?

my first step was ok, as I approached the higher steps, i saw this freakish thing at the side:

ewww….. .. if that was not gross enough...... the smell of someone jus leave their landmark here… was utterly bad....

the smell was horrible, reaching at the top, it was impossible to actually walk because the bridge was flooded with water, the lights were dim and I think people who wants to commit suicide will come here….

Seriously, for a moment….the taught of being a good citizen to use the overhead bridge makes me puke…. the sight of mud and rubbish makes it an eye sore.... you really wished that you never walked up here.....

i try to rushed down as quickly as my feet could carry me, and because i did not want to hold on to the handle,i look like a crazy person balancing myself with my arms in the air while running down the stairs, at one point.... i almost slip because the tiles were wet....

i cant wait to get down from the bridge, after i have finally made it....

i was really happy...... and i swear.....

I WOULD NEVER NEVER USE AN OVERHEAD BRIDGE IN MALAYSIA…..

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!

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??

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 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… ??

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….

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?

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……….

What is your sense of smell?

I’m supposed to be in bed by this time, cause i need to get up early for work...but, but, but.. I took a day of for tomorrow because of the hectic schedule that I was working for the past previous Saturday. So here am I now at my parents house getting used to my brother’s pc to put this post up..

As I freshen up to get to bed 5 mins ago, I realized that I did not brought the bag which I has all my moisturizer and toner in..

.damn....

so I dash into my mums room and get hold of anything which I knew I can make use off..

As I stared into my mum’s dressing table mirror, and slab on some night cream, I saw a reflection of myself becoming more like my mum...

(snap) * shakes head frantically

suddenly, I began to remember how I was, when I was kid , barely even at my mum’s waist, I used to see her from the reflection of the mirror, the same one that she is till using now, I vividly remember how she used the put the creams on her face….. and how I love the smell…( my mum's smell & the mixture of it) thats the smell of my mum with the creams that she put on her face…....I would tip toes on my tiny feet, and my eyes will briefly scan through the container that my mum use because i was so short and i could barely see the surface of the dressing table... and my little finger would stretch jus to touch the container….being mischievous, my mum would then dab a little on my nose and my forehead and how I would mimic her even as she strokes her finger on her face and she would jus fringe a little so that the cream would absorbed in.

Fast forward 20 years and I’m now in front of my mum’s dressing table, doing exact same thing that she does most of the night and even now…

Well, maybe a little more extra moisturizer my mum uses now..such as anti-aging, eye cream, serum and so much more than keeps me wondering that she is still the same mum that I knew her 24 years ago… memories start flashes before me and I knew it…..

“hey, those are anti-anging cream la..u old already meh?” my mum spoke as she entered the room

“no-la , I didn’t use..jus experimenting only….”

And before I left , I opened the container again that says “night cream” and smell it before I left her room..

Somehow, sometimes, No matter where you are, an what are you doing, and how far life has brought u, there a certain things that will always be remembered and will not be erased from our memory, like the “sense of smell”… it can always give u a certain memories that you have been thru whether sweet or sour, good or bad…and it makes you travel back, remembering the exact time and places….where the exact smell makes you recall your most fondest memories.....what is your memories of sense today?

Life's like that….

As I sip into my morning coffee that I made myself this morning in office, I browsed through the daily headlines and saw that the student of UTAR was sexually assaulted and strangled. I wondered that the city now I live had become more notorious and each headlines is affecting my career…

Just previous day, there was this guy who bought this condo in Mon’t Kira from an auction get to know that his house contained 11pieces of crap….you can imagine his horror…OMG..

Being sick with the headline, I went and browse the internet to read some blogs that I have missed. was also blog hopping till I came to this post:

Anyone looking for a place to stay?

hahaha…she jus posted it up a day ago and I came to know that a good friend of mine actually recommend me and I coincidence saw his comment..

Life is jus so small isn’t it, coincidence? It happens….where you least expected……

P/S: i promise after this i will post about my trip k?

headache...

I’ve been having some serious headache lately, I’m so sorry for the delay, should have post up perhentian trip as well as the feasting that I’ve lost in the bet,

But the headache is really excruciating and I feel my head is really heavy one side….., konon la , this few day raining in K.L and was not bother to use umbrella….

Will blog when feel better..

What simple gestures can do!

Before I post my updated on my perhentian trip, I jus wanna share something that happen last weekend when I was on my way back to my hometown. Its actually a short story but very lengthy. Enjoy………

It was a usual Saturday, and I left for PD at 2.30 pm from KL after work and lunch. I took a public transport because I was going solo and there was no point driving. It was drizzling when I was on my way, the weather got worse and was raining cats and dogs when I approach Seremban. I arrived the Terminal at 3.45pm which is close to 4 pm.

I boarded the express bus From Seremban to PD. I took a front seat on the right, which is behind the drivers seat. Since, it was already raining heavily, everyone got on the bus very quickly and soon the bus was packed with people. Not only it was full, people were merely standing and there were all sorts of aroma. ( you know what I mean) when the lift up their arm to hold the rail. Omg!! I can jus die there….And if you guys are clear about the route, the driver will take the trunk road instead of the highway. Which he will sway from left to right and vice versa thus encouraging more people to lift their arm up to let u enjoy their perfume….

The usual bus driver is an Indian, and he would drive like a mad man. anyone who boards the bus knows that..We were halfway after mambau and he took a sharp cornering before he came to a stall. From what I saw, the front route was already flooded, it was like crossing a river infront… the monsoon drain at both sides had overflow and many cars took a 3-point angle to turn back. The road too...was merely flooded both sides leaving only less than 9 feet wide.

It was utterly, totally, impossible for a bus to take a U-turn. This bus was HUGE... The weather outside were cold, and there was a great fog on the driver's screen. I could see that drops of sweat dripping from his head to his neck. you could see that he ran out of idea... He took the towel at the rear of his steering, first to wipe his head, then to wipe the screen and then to wipe his neck,……… EEEWWWWW…..!!!! and then he switch off the air-cond!!! because he was getting angry with the FOG...

He tried to maneuvered the bus backward (reverse), but he could NOT see behind, so he maneuvered the BUS using his instinct, it was already dangerous to drive when its raining, what more driving backward with cars coming from the other direction.

IT WAS TOTAL MADNESS!!

No one in the bus offered to help, everyone were jus complaining because he had switched-off the air-cond, not one soul offer to get down from the bus to guide the driver to reverse the bus because it was raining outside.

i observed that the passenger inside were jus starring at the driver, expecting the driver to perform a MIRACLE to get them out..fast, fast!

I sense the driver was also confused. he could not possibly reverse when there were incoming cars driving into his direction. it will jus cause accident!

i could see sweats trickling down from his head wetting his collar. And then it struck me that passenger in the bus were jus selfish, despite that everyone was eager to get home, no one is willing to help.

Frustrated, the bus driver got down from the bus and seek for help, many drivers in their luxury perodua, Toyota and local cars were honking at him because they thought the driver was on a rampage and the bus were obstructing traffic. Only after that, when they overtook the bus that they knew, they could not drive further, thus all the vehicles turn back giving cold stare to the driver who was already wet and pitiful.

Alas, a courier van had came to rescue when he saw what had happened. The driver of the courier van was a malay, he did not see what skin colour the bus driver was nor did he care if it was raining heavily. He made a quick move by parking his car vertically stopping incoming vehicles so that the bus driver would be able to reverse his bus without any hassle. The malay chap also diverted incoming vehicles to turn back indicating that there was a flood.

Finally, the bus driver managed to maneuver the bus and found a little more extra space to reverse and drive away. He waved to the chap who had helped him and we were on our way home, only using the alternate route of Siliau; which took another hour to reach home sweet home.

Anyways, I reached home at 6+, more than my usual time. My mum freaked out when I told her the story and she too.. cursed the driver, what I did not tell her that if it wasn’t for the malay chap, we all may reached home even later. Then again, I was also another stranger who sat in the bus and did nothing. As I sat in the passenger seat in my mum’s car watching the drops of rain splattering the glass window ,I jus thought how simple gestures could make a very big impact to the bus driver and was jus glad that I reached home safely.

For a stupid bag

Would you queue up for 4 hours or perhaps 5 hours for a bag which is design from Anya Hindmarch.

And if you don’t know who the heck is Anya, you can check her out at her website.. http://www.anyahindmarch.com/division/environmental_bags.aspx

Seriously, If you asked me, I really don’t have such patient to be queuing for such a bag….

It’s not because I could not afford such a bag but I could not afford to waste such time for a bag…

I understand if Malaysia queue up for free food or free gift , or precisely for anything that is FREE…

but a bag made of cloth which is too simple and says “ I’m not a Plastic Bag” is totally ridiculous.

People from all around Malaysia came as early as 6am to queue up only to be devastated when they found out that they are only 200 pieces…or something like that…but ….I think the queue was about 2000 people from what I read from the newspaper.

Actually, the designer Anya Hindmarch had designed the bag to raise awareness to protect our environment and to encourage people to make small changes in their behaviour… instead of using plastic bag..or “to influence in a positive way to make it the most fashionable way not to use plastic bags” or so she said….very very smart!!! - _ -''

Trust me, I’ve grew and lived in Malaysia, and nobody actually will be bother to care for the environment, all they want the world to know is that they had purchased the god damn bag.. which is

“ BRANDED”

And from what I see, they can be carrying Anya Hindmarch “ I’m not a Plastic Bag” BAG and the other hand will be occupied with whatever plastic bag they bought from Carrefour, Parkson, 7 –eleven or whatever crap stores that give them the plastic bag. You think they will be bother to preserve the environment?

I got really pissed especially when people called up the radio station this morning to show their frustration and anger..for………for not obtaining the bag..

The reason?? that they had queued up for such a long time only to find out the bags sold were limited and insufficient for everyone…not because that they actually care that they should not use plastic bags..

Once again, if Anya Hindmarch would to launch yet another fashionable bag, which is cheap and affordable, the few person that called up to the radio expressing their anger because they could get their hands on the bag would once again be queuing up only to be as early as the previous time they went….

Isn’t this a sad , sad, world?

Computer kena Virus la!

Okay, I know that I have not been blogging these few days as well as my recent trip to cameron. And Gary is spamming me….

The REASON is: my freaking computer was invaded by virus, there was nothing I could do, not that I’m a NOOB, but with spyware and others miscellaneous anti virus blah blah BLAH BLAH, still kenot.. ARRGGHHHHH!

WAS FREAKING PISSED OFF!
Of course, when pc kena format, then there is a lot of works that need to be done, like installing all my programs that was previously in my C drive…

It was very frustrating, n I still owe David a cup of coffee….

Craze for kopi....

Yesterday was my sis b'day, so happy birthday Elaine!!! so i didnt feel like working again....(naah....just kiddin!!) i know i am lazy but i will still work....LOL

ok, the truth is, right after i called her, i suddenly had this craze for coffee..not exactly coffee..but kopi......i was scanning through if anyone was free in d office to accompany me for this craze..and AHA....i got one...Danny...

So i went out wid one of my agent to JUSCO to have one cuppa...

Hmmmm.....**satisfied**