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.....