we recently got a naza citra. it was going for a pretty decent price for a car with leather seats, tint, dvd player... the works. pretty happy with the car so far, the only complaint is that the fuel comsumption is on the high side.
as we had some 'inside contact' to get the car, acquiring the car was pretty quick. we were passed down to the big shot of sales, who then passed us down to one sales manager who then passed down to his sales exec who did the job pretty decently.
it is now due for it's first 1000km service and the headache starts. the sales manager offered to arrange for the service appointments. we never did ask for all these, he only go and offer all this. "dun worry, just gimme a call and i'll arrange everything for you". yeah, right! he's not even picking up the calls or returning the calls or replying to the messages sent to him. Ceh!
his sales exec is a wee bit better. he tried to arrange for an appointment at the puchong service centre, but the place is jammed pack and the only opening for a service is in 10 days' time. we told him no, let's try the service centre in pj. the dude never called back. he also kinda hinted that we do the booking of appointment ourselves. eh, hello??!! we never asked for all this ok, you all only clever-clever go and offer. and then now cannot deliver. so blady useless.
that's the problem with these fellas. once a sale is made, that's it. no need to hope for more.
our previous car dealings were with perodua. the salesman was excellent! he arranges everything, even up to the extent of taking us out for breakfast while waiting for the car to be serviced. he kept in contact even after he left perodua and still ask if there's any problems.
Perodua Rocks!! and naza SUCKS!! Big time.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Friday, March 02, 2007
JENG! - JENG! - JENG!!! New HIT show!
There's a new show out, with brilliant screenplay and mediocre directing it's not too shabby, but with the horrendous acting by the players involved, it doesn't seem like it's going to be a hit or even a sleeper hit. the masses never like morale busting performances. here's an excerpt from a viewer's opinion. this viewer happens to be a family member of one of the performers of the show. here goes:
...and today is Sunny's birthday. such a happy day... til his stupid 'work family' spoiled it.
i got up this morning, and as i was pottering around in the haus, i turned on the tv to see my favourite celeb on the daily morning talkshow, FritZ TV. as i turned on the volume,, it was in the middle of a scene featuring some good-for-nothing giving his birthday shoutout to our Sunny. this fuck wit wished him, "Happy Birthday Sunny" and told him that he sucks and something or rather about a football team aptly named, Another-living-fooL. WHAT THE FUCK!!??!
as i looked out for the subsequent sets that came on, it was all about the same crap. apparently Sunny's so called work "family" set it all up and got him a Another-living-fooL jersey (where they got buy one, they just call up alidas and get free one, or took Woody's (Sunny's talkshow co-host) jersery (who's no big time Another-living-fooL fan anyways), or just bought some pasar malam ciplak one) as well as a birthday cake on which is written "Another-living-fooL 3, Man-U-are-GreaT 1"
i tried and tried the FritZ call in line and finally managed to get thru and got Loon-nia (the apparent productin assistant of the show) on the line. i asked what the fuck were they trying to do? doing all this on his BIRTHDAY??!!? the silly boy had the gall to tell me that it was fun. FUN?? fun my ass lah... anyways i actually wanted to wish Sunnyt on air, but that silly Loon-nia put me on hold (think he panicked and didn't know what to do). i hung up of course.
anyways, whoever came up with, supported and went along with this idea that making fun of Sunny on his birthday makes good TV are crossed off my list now. these people call themselves 'family'. family don't do jack like this to each other. i used to sayang this bunch, but now... they can go fuck themselves for all i care. no one in the family makes good TV or good whatever the fuck at the expense of another member of the clan. moreover these clowns dragged the "Another-living-fooL VS Man-U-are-GreaT" game into the whole thing as well, knowing full well that Sunny is a big Man-U-are-GreaT fan. you idiots call this whole insincere, insulting farce a birthday wish from the FritZ family?? PPHHHHBBFFFFTTTT!!
the whole fiasco was so unbelievably sickening that it made me so upset that i couldn't stop crying. it know that it's not good to be stressed out and crying while i'm pregnant, but i couldn't help it.
Sunny is good natured, he doesn't mind and goes along with the whole thing in the name of good TV and kinship. I, on the other hand . . . . . . . . . KER-SHHHINGG!!
Note: the original plot of this show has apparently ruffled some peacock feathers. the boss-man-executive-producer of the show had, in a very "PC" way hinted that it would be detrimental to the well-being of the show. i'll give him that much. at least he's man enough to speak up. in light of my happy mood due to Man-U-are-GreaT beating Another-living-fooL in the game, i've re-wrote the screenplay, and i shall also add that, "THIS PIECE OF FICTION FROM MY IMAGINATION IS IN NO WAY REFLECTING ANY INCIDENTS OR ANY PERSONS IN REALITY."
...and today is Sunny's birthday. such a happy day... til his stupid 'work family' spoiled it.
i got up this morning, and as i was pottering around in the haus, i turned on the tv to see my favourite celeb on the daily morning talkshow, FritZ TV. as i turned on the volume,, it was in the middle of a scene featuring some good-for-nothing giving his birthday shoutout to our Sunny. this fuck wit wished him, "Happy Birthday Sunny" and told him that he sucks and something or rather about a football team aptly named, Another-living-fooL. WHAT THE FUCK!!??!
as i looked out for the subsequent sets that came on, it was all about the same crap. apparently Sunny's so called work "family" set it all up and got him a Another-living-fooL jersey (where they got buy one, they just call up alidas and get free one, or took Woody's (Sunny's talkshow co-host) jersery (who's no big time Another-living-fooL fan anyways), or just bought some pasar malam ciplak one) as well as a birthday cake on which is written "Another-living-fooL 3, Man-U-are-GreaT 1"
i tried and tried the FritZ call in line and finally managed to get thru and got Loon-nia (the apparent productin assistant of the show) on the line. i asked what the fuck were they trying to do? doing all this on his BIRTHDAY??!!? the silly boy had the gall to tell me that it was fun. FUN?? fun my ass lah... anyways i actually wanted to wish Sunnyt on air, but that silly Loon-nia put me on hold (think he panicked and didn't know what to do). i hung up of course.
anyways, whoever came up with, supported and went along with this idea that making fun of Sunny on his birthday makes good TV are crossed off my list now. these people call themselves 'family'. family don't do jack like this to each other. i used to sayang this bunch, but now... they can go fuck themselves for all i care. no one in the family makes good TV or good whatever the fuck at the expense of another member of the clan. moreover these clowns dragged the "Another-living-fooL VS Man-U-are-GreaT" game into the whole thing as well, knowing full well that Sunny is a big Man-U-are-GreaT fan. you idiots call this whole insincere, insulting farce a birthday wish from the FritZ family?? PPHHHHBBFFFFTTTT!!
the whole fiasco was so unbelievably sickening that it made me so upset that i couldn't stop crying. it know that it's not good to be stressed out and crying while i'm pregnant, but i couldn't help it.
Sunny is good natured, he doesn't mind and goes along with the whole thing in the name of good TV and kinship. I, on the other hand . . . . . . . . . KER-SHHHINGG!!
Note: the original plot of this show has apparently ruffled some peacock feathers. the boss-man-executive-producer of the show had, in a very "PC" way hinted that it would be detrimental to the well-being of the show. i'll give him that much. at least he's man enough to speak up. in light of my happy mood due to Man-U-are-GreaT beating Another-living-fooL in the game, i've re-wrote the screenplay, and i shall also add that, "THIS PIECE OF FICTION FROM MY IMAGINATION IS IN NO WAY REFLECTING ANY INCIDENTS OR ANY PERSONS IN REALITY."
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
celups not welcomed
some years back the information ministry banned the use of pan asian models for our local ads. in recent years, they've relaxed a whole lot and our ads are once again saturated with 'celup' faces. the ministry has now once again putting a blanket over pan asian models in favour of actual local models.
celup is a slang term used to describe malaysians who have western (and by western, i mean white) blood. celup in its original malay context actually means dip. a local malaysian 'dipped" in some western blood hence, celup.
a lot of hue and cry were made by the leading "local" models over this ban. they are saying that they are actually malaysians who are of "pan asian parentage", meaning that one of their parents has some form of 'local blood' in their ancestry.
i do understand that these models are victims of circumstances. who should they blame for this? believe it or not, i think the fault lies at the very people who employ them i.e. the advertisers.
it had been ingrained our our puny minds that 'western' is always better. it must be the colonial influence from way back then before our independence day in 1957 (yes, it takes more than 50 years to change the mindset).
advertisers have it in THEIR puny minds that westerners are better looking than us ugly locals. even those with a tiny drop of western blood are much more beautiful. these advertiser have then brainwashed the public into believing their rationale, "corpse pale skin with round multicoloured eyes and blade like noses" is better than "exotic dusky skinned nymphs with warm mesmerizing dark eyes".
look at the cosmetic counters. a vast majority of their products are whitening. it's always so difficult for me to buy a normal NON-WHITENING skin care product. i barely have any to choose from. i'd prefer a healthy tanned look over the deathly paleness any day.
pan asian does not mean local mixed ancestry however much you try to market that. local mix includes the actual aborigines, chinese, indian, malay plus the smaller LOCAL minorities. it does not include australasians, europeans, americans and all the rest of those. heck, they're not even asians!
celup is a slang term used to describe malaysians who have western (and by western, i mean white) blood. celup in its original malay context actually means dip. a local malaysian 'dipped" in some western blood hence, celup.
a lot of hue and cry were made by the leading "local" models over this ban. they are saying that they are actually malaysians who are of "pan asian parentage", meaning that one of their parents has some form of 'local blood' in their ancestry.
i do understand that these models are victims of circumstances. who should they blame for this? believe it or not, i think the fault lies at the very people who employ them i.e. the advertisers.
it had been ingrained our our puny minds that 'western' is always better. it must be the colonial influence from way back then before our independence day in 1957 (yes, it takes more than 50 years to change the mindset).
advertisers have it in THEIR puny minds that westerners are better looking than us ugly locals. even those with a tiny drop of western blood are much more beautiful. these advertiser have then brainwashed the public into believing their rationale, "corpse pale skin with round multicoloured eyes and blade like noses" is better than "exotic dusky skinned nymphs with warm mesmerizing dark eyes".
look at the cosmetic counters. a vast majority of their products are whitening. it's always so difficult for me to buy a normal NON-WHITENING skin care product. i barely have any to choose from. i'd prefer a healthy tanned look over the deathly paleness any day.
pan asian does not mean local mixed ancestry however much you try to market that. local mix includes the actual aborigines, chinese, indian, malay plus the smaller LOCAL minorities. it does not include australasians, europeans, americans and all the rest of those. heck, they're not even asians!
Monday, February 05, 2007
POP! POP! POP! doesn't mean fireworks
last saturday evening my hubby had to host an event, so i went out for dinner and some jalan-jalan with my parents at subang parade. we walked about a bit and shopped a bit and then headed to esquire kitchen for some food.
the place was crowded and it took a while before an outlet captain came and took our orders. i expected that it's gonna be awhile before we get served.
as we were chit-chatting we heard. POP pop POP POP pop!!! going on and on. i was wondering who was playing fireworks in the mall. fireworks (though they are illegal here) are often heard during the festive seasons in our country of a multi-cultural blend, especially during hari raya (a lot of little malay boys get injured or even worse, gets their limb(s) blasted off during the explosion of their home made fireworks), chinese new year and deepavali (or diwali). as the chinese new year is fast approaching, i didn't think twice of hearing fireworks, but just wondered why INSIDE a mall. as esquire kitchen is on the lower ground floor of the mall and situated right next to a side entrance, part of the restaurant has glass panes instead of walls, that's where we were seated, right next to the glass.
and then suddenly i see people running out of the building from the side entrance and some even ran into the restaurant. that when we started thinking that what we heard wasn't fireworks. there are a couple of goldsmith/jewellers one floor up. that plus the commotion = robbery. hence not fireworks, but gunshots.
our food arrived. i was very shaken up by then and had totally lost my appetite. i tried to eat a little bit as i'm pregnant and have to nourish the little one in my belly. the shutters of the outlet was finally pulled down, but there was this young chap (one of the restaurant's staff) who kept pushing up the shutters and going outside and coming back in, and out and in. was that idiot trying to show that he's a brainless brave or was he just too nosy for his (and ours) own good?? whatever he is, he's an ass of an idiot.
and then there was ANOTHER commotion. people were running down the outside staircase and back INTO building via the side entrance. that when everyone in the restaurant got really scared and ran to the back where there and actually walls intead of glass and huddled there. after a while, the captain told everyone that it was ok to get back to the seats and continue with our meals. all of us hesitantly went back to our seats (especially those of us who sat next to the glass panes!) some new customers came in and i could hear snatches of their conversation with others. there were a few robbers who started firing their guns all over the place, they were dark skinned (he thinks that they were indonesians, but as we all later found out, they were thai). another said that some guards were chasing after them and they ran outside the mall and hijacked a bus. guess that's when the people from outside started running down the stairs back into the building.
we finished our dinner and went to pay. at the payment counter i heard one staff telling another that two guards had died. as we walked out to the concourse area of the mall, we could see that all the outlets/shops of the mall had their shutters pulled down and there wasn't anyone around the concourse area, save for a few workers who are desperately covering up their little stores in the middle of the concourse. i sensed movement up above. i looked up and i saw the yellow police crime scene tapes at the goldsmith shop area. police personnel were working the crime scene. there were loads of people at the corridors of the upper floors all looking at the crime area. it was so quiet, even with that many people up there, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
here's the local newspaper account of the robbery
the place was crowded and it took a while before an outlet captain came and took our orders. i expected that it's gonna be awhile before we get served.
as we were chit-chatting we heard. POP pop POP POP pop!!! going on and on. i was wondering who was playing fireworks in the mall. fireworks (though they are illegal here) are often heard during the festive seasons in our country of a multi-cultural blend, especially during hari raya (a lot of little malay boys get injured or even worse, gets their limb(s) blasted off during the explosion of their home made fireworks), chinese new year and deepavali (or diwali). as the chinese new year is fast approaching, i didn't think twice of hearing fireworks, but just wondered why INSIDE a mall. as esquire kitchen is on the lower ground floor of the mall and situated right next to a side entrance, part of the restaurant has glass panes instead of walls, that's where we were seated, right next to the glass.
and then suddenly i see people running out of the building from the side entrance and some even ran into the restaurant. that when we started thinking that what we heard wasn't fireworks. there are a couple of goldsmith/jewellers one floor up. that plus the commotion = robbery. hence not fireworks, but gunshots.
our food arrived. i was very shaken up by then and had totally lost my appetite. i tried to eat a little bit as i'm pregnant and have to nourish the little one in my belly. the shutters of the outlet was finally pulled down, but there was this young chap (one of the restaurant's staff) who kept pushing up the shutters and going outside and coming back in, and out and in. was that idiot trying to show that he's a brainless brave or was he just too nosy for his (and ours) own good?? whatever he is, he's an ass of an idiot.
and then there was ANOTHER commotion. people were running down the outside staircase and back INTO building via the side entrance. that when everyone in the restaurant got really scared and ran to the back where there and actually walls intead of glass and huddled there. after a while, the captain told everyone that it was ok to get back to the seats and continue with our meals. all of us hesitantly went back to our seats (especially those of us who sat next to the glass panes!) some new customers came in and i could hear snatches of their conversation with others. there were a few robbers who started firing their guns all over the place, they were dark skinned (he thinks that they were indonesians, but as we all later found out, they were thai). another said that some guards were chasing after them and they ran outside the mall and hijacked a bus. guess that's when the people from outside started running down the stairs back into the building.
we finished our dinner and went to pay. at the payment counter i heard one staff telling another that two guards had died. as we walked out to the concourse area of the mall, we could see that all the outlets/shops of the mall had their shutters pulled down and there wasn't anyone around the concourse area, save for a few workers who are desperately covering up their little stores in the middle of the concourse. i sensed movement up above. i looked up and i saw the yellow police crime scene tapes at the goldsmith shop area. police personnel were working the crime scene. there were loads of people at the corridors of the upper floors all looking at the crime area. it was so quiet, even with that many people up there, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
here's the local newspaper account of the robbery
Friday, February 02, 2007
bitchy pig
a couple of days ago i was at the shop getting some groceries and fresh produce. there was this fat woman with her toddler son. she was being such a pain in the ass. she being fat, was already blocking up a lot of space. she also took her own sweet time to choose her stuff, leaving the rest of us to wait for her to finish before having the chance to get what WE need.
she was putting her basket (which is already heavily loaded) on tender foodstuff, thus spoiling the less sturdy vegetables. what an ass of a person!!
as we were lining up to paid for our stuff, i had the misfortune to be right behind the wicked witch of the west. her whiny son was hanging on to her fat legs and as she was moving on she bumped her own son and he fell on my foot. i cushioned his skinny little butt with my crocs. and that cunt had the fucking audacity to make a comment sounding like "can't you see a little boy is down ah?" as she didn't have the guts to say that to my face, i didn't think much of it and let it slide. i was just wondering if she really is such a prick of a person who expects a pregnant woman carrying her own groceries to pick up that whiny little brat for her. Jeez!
as we reached the payment counter, she put her basket on the outside of the counter and i hoisted my own on rest on the inside of the counter. that cuntface started berating me for not waiting and cutting queue and pushing her and all that. i knew she was just waiting for the opportunity to say something after all these while. truth to be told, i was itching for a fight with her as well.
as i retorted and counted all her inconsiderations from earlier on, hindering the rest of us shoppers, she just widened her eyes and glared at me as though i was a young kid and should be afraid of her. i found it so ridiculous that she thinks that it's gonna work on me and i almost burst out laughing. i couldn't of course, had to maintain my game face. i squinty-eyed glared(kinda clint eastwood like, at least i'd like to think so) back at her and said, "what the hell is YOUR problem??!!" she was so flabbergasted that she was speechless. my hubby came into the grocers at that very moment and thought that his pregnant wife was being bullied by a fat-assed pig. he very calmly inquired, "are you having a problem with my wife?" i think she got scared at that moment and quickly replied, "no, no". she quickly paid up and left the shop.
i had so wanted to poke her on her pottu and say "YOU THINK I'M SCARED OF YOU LAH, LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!" i know, i know, it would have taken the class out of my composure to do something like that. plus that would have been rude and brought me down to her level. but i so wanted to do that. i didn't, but i wanted to.
she was putting her basket (which is already heavily loaded) on tender foodstuff, thus spoiling the less sturdy vegetables. what an ass of a person!!
as we were lining up to paid for our stuff, i had the misfortune to be right behind the wicked witch of the west. her whiny son was hanging on to her fat legs and as she was moving on she bumped her own son and he fell on my foot. i cushioned his skinny little butt with my crocs. and that cunt had the fucking audacity to make a comment sounding like "can't you see a little boy is down ah?" as she didn't have the guts to say that to my face, i didn't think much of it and let it slide. i was just wondering if she really is such a prick of a person who expects a pregnant woman carrying her own groceries to pick up that whiny little brat for her. Jeez!
as we reached the payment counter, she put her basket on the outside of the counter and i hoisted my own on rest on the inside of the counter. that cuntface started berating me for not waiting and cutting queue and pushing her and all that. i knew she was just waiting for the opportunity to say something after all these while. truth to be told, i was itching for a fight with her as well.
as i retorted and counted all her inconsiderations from earlier on, hindering the rest of us shoppers, she just widened her eyes and glared at me as though i was a young kid and should be afraid of her. i found it so ridiculous that she thinks that it's gonna work on me and i almost burst out laughing. i couldn't of course, had to maintain my game face. i squinty-eyed glared(kinda clint eastwood like, at least i'd like to think so) back at her and said, "what the hell is YOUR problem??!!" she was so flabbergasted that she was speechless. my hubby came into the grocers at that very moment and thought that his pregnant wife was being bullied by a fat-assed pig. he very calmly inquired, "are you having a problem with my wife?" i think she got scared at that moment and quickly replied, "no, no". she quickly paid up and left the shop.
i had so wanted to poke her on her pottu and say "YOU THINK I'M SCARED OF YOU LAH, LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!" i know, i know, it would have taken the class out of my composure to do something like that. plus that would have been rude and brought me down to her level. but i so wanted to do that. i didn't, but i wanted to.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
it's gonna be wild
an old classmate clued me in on a gathering that's gonna take place at the end of this month. a load of us girls are suppose to meet up and have some makan and believe it or not, go to a KARAOKE!
my gosh! how much have we all changed from the bunch of giggly schoolgirls that we once were? not much. at least that's what i gathered from the emails that's been flying around planning for this bash.
i can't wait. just can't wait
my gosh! how much have we all changed from the bunch of giggly schoolgirls that we once were? not much. at least that's what i gathered from the emails that's been flying around planning for this bash.
i can't wait. just can't wait
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Woof! Woof!
really thought of getting a puppy. have been wanting to get one for the longest time. was trawling through the "adopt a puppy" threads on my local community forum and really clicked with one lil pup. left a private message for the person to see the doggie... too late, the lil 'un has already been adopted by another animal lover.
we were actually looking at the litter of pups my hubsterman's work partner had at his home. fell in love with one, even thought of a name for him ~ hershey. apparently the dude thought that we were joking about it and his brother gave the whole litter away to some other folks. joking? why in the world would i joke about something like that?? are you crazy??
never mind. will find another hershey.
we were actually looking at the litter of pups my hubsterman's work partner had at his home. fell in love with one, even thought of a name for him ~ hershey. apparently the dude thought that we were joking about it and his brother gave the whole litter away to some other folks. joking? why in the world would i joke about something like that?? are you crazy??
never mind. will find another hershey.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
How to feel?
Alex Xara Fernandez. 2 November 2006
Our family lost a sweet soul. a week ago today i kissed Xara goodbye. goodbye forever. go with God dear Xara.
Xara was my brother-in-law and his wife's beautiful baby girl. she passed away a few moments after her birth. with her mummy's delicate nose and sweet smile, with her daddy's brown eyes and the trademark Fernandez ears, she's got it all in her graceful little face.
how do i say goodbye? should i feel the loss any less because we have no blood ties? no. the pain and loss is just as intense. i think of her. i pray for her. i miss her. i cry.
i cannot grasp it when people say that things happen for a reason. what's the reason for this? i'm by nature a realistic person. i have a reason for everything i do, but this time around, i just don't get it. i vaguely understand it, but i just don't get it.
throughout the nine months that she was growing in her mummy's belly, i was never there much. do i feel that i've missed out on those times? no. i was very excited the whole time. never one to sprout sugarly sweet words, or outwardly demonstrate to everyone what i feel, i'm a proud and and pretty private person. i was secretly planning the balloons, and the baby shower and the gifts i could buy for her.
i grieve now. i grieve for the loss. i grieve for all that she will never experience. i grieve for all that i'll never get to teach her. i grieve for all the photos i'll never take of her. death saddens, but what we all grieve for is the loss.
her name is Alex Xara Fernandez, but she'll always be Xara to me. the thought has crossed my mind to name my future daughter Xara. i've scrapped that idea. Xara was a person. no one else should take her place. she deserves her own identity.
hugs, love and kisses to a dear child.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
just float
A better tomorrow....
Originally uploaded by Kentuckiana.
WHEN THE TIDES OF LIFE TURN AGAINST YOU AND THE CURRENT UPSETS YOUR BOAT, DON'T WASTE THOSE TEARS ON WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN, JUST LIE ON YOUR BACK AND FLOAT
i'm feeling down this past couple of days and i've been having trouble sleeping again. it seems that i never did get over my bout of depression. there's been so much on my mind and i don't think i know how to relax anymore. moreover, today i just got some news that had just shot my stess levels thru the roof.
how does one cope? i just wish i know.
knowing full well that i can't really shake all these thoughts from my mind completely, i turned on my mac and started surfing my favourite sites. i saw this poster a friend made on her photostream. the words just jumped out at me. she had her own reasons for those lines, but i somehow i just felt that it was just what i needed to hear too.
thanks Leena for sharing those words with us.
a tribute to homemakers
have any of us ever thought that being a homemaker is a piece of cake? well think again. i've played many roles in life. i've been a child, a student, an employee, and a mean ass bitchy boss. i've been in many industries before namely, designer perfume counters, hotel, antiquities, advertising, beverage, writing, talent cum project management.
now that i'm working from home, taking care of the household needs is also my responsibility. the cleanliness, the stocking of food, groceries and supplies, the washing, the laundry, the cooking, the utilities, the maintenance, the worries (yes, there's always worries), the finances, the list goes on and on and on. i can't imagine how those with young kids cope.
the stress level is sky high. if you were to say that a working woman has a lot to deal with in the corporate world and their stress levels are even higher, with the workload, and responsibilies, and deadlines, and office politics, and clients, and bosses and colleagues and subordinates to deal with. i beg to differ. i've been there in the corporate world. i know what it's like. managing a home is all that and more. plus, we've got family to think about. that's a HUGE responsibility. most working women have families too. yeah well, most of them have maids and nannies to take a big chunk of that off their hands. now, if you're saying a working woman WITHOUT a maid or a nanny or help of any kind...then she's a superhuman. i reslute her.
a homemaker need strong shoulders and helping hands. remember that the next time you think of the comfort of your home.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
the line between carpe diem and responsibilities
recently some books that i've been reading and some shows that i saw on the telly have been preaching the ideology of carpe diem, "seize the day" and "live life like there's no tomorrow" and "have no regrets". well actually the whole thing was to truly love someone and the carpe diem theory.
yeah, so if i live like there's no tomorrow, and i do all i want to do and not to leave any stone unturned for any regrets, and i wake up the next day; am i suppose to face the consequences? like for example, i blow all the money i have to buy all that my heart desires one evening, what am i gonna live on if i do get up the next morning? not-so-fresh air??
on the other hand, if i have to plan all everything and make calculated sacrifices now, how will i know that i would not regret a missed opportunity or something of that sort later on when i'm on my deathbed?
so how do i know where to draw the line? even if i seize the day and do things that does not hurt or affect anyone or anything else, how do i know how far to go? will i be "seizing the day" fully if i don't take that risk and go to the extreme?
in moderation you say. i really don't think that 'moderation' was in the context when they say "seize the day". it'll probably go like "pinch the day".
so where's the line between seize and pinch? a nudge perhaps?
yeah, so if i live like there's no tomorrow, and i do all i want to do and not to leave any stone unturned for any regrets, and i wake up the next day; am i suppose to face the consequences? like for example, i blow all the money i have to buy all that my heart desires one evening, what am i gonna live on if i do get up the next morning? not-so-fresh air??
on the other hand, if i have to plan all everything and make calculated sacrifices now, how will i know that i would not regret a missed opportunity or something of that sort later on when i'm on my deathbed?
so how do i know where to draw the line? even if i seize the day and do things that does not hurt or affect anyone or anything else, how do i know how far to go? will i be "seizing the day" fully if i don't take that risk and go to the extreme?
in moderation you say. i really don't think that 'moderation' was in the context when they say "seize the day". it'll probably go like "pinch the day".
so where's the line between seize and pinch? a nudge perhaps?
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
a brother of their hearts
In Memory of Ezri Shahrizan
Originally uploaded by wildcats' fan.
i recently made some new friends on flickr dot com. these two twin sisters, Leen and Leena lost their beloved brother Yang on 10 June 2006. He was a young man of 38 when he passed on due to a heart attack.
My heart goes out to them for their loss, the love they had for their brother and how Yang loved his sisters.
i've taken this tribute from Leen to her brother from her flickr page.
i've also come across Leena's tribute. read it here
In My Fantasy ~ by Leen Lopez
In my fantasy,
There will be no death
Of the ones that I care
And love dearly
In my fantasy
There will be no hatred
Where only love rules
Over jealousy or animosity
In my fantasy
There will be no debt
Where I slave myself
To get the bills paid
In my fantasy
My siblings will get along
Where we tell one another
How much they mean to us
In my fantasy
There won’t be a divorce
Where all couples
Get along exceptionally
In my fantasy
The greed never existed
To even be thought of
And everybody’s content
In my fantasy
Never once have I forgotten
To tell everyone who matters
Of how much I love them
In my fantasy
Papa’s still alive
Bird hunting on weekends
Maybe he’d take Ryan too
In my fantasy
Mama’s still shopping
Tirelessly and impatiently
To see her smile of pleased
In my fantasy
Yang would be on the phone
Talking to my son
His sneer at the story of Ryan
But then again
This is all a fantasy
If only I could
Turn back the clock
There won’t be any demise
I’d tell them tirelessly
Of how much I love them
But then again
This is what is call life
Everyone will go one day
But for all who’s still living
To remember that
This so called life
Is just way too short
Monday, July 10, 2006
mojo with paco
well after over a monh of searching and choosing and thinking, i decided to name my dSLR OJO. Ojo means 'eye' in spanish. i named my nikon slr 'cyclops' and i wanted to name my dslr 'cyclops' in spanish, but apparently there's no direct translation. in the beginning i wanted to name him 'montana' but somehow, it didn't really fit.
but after more thinking, i don't think the name Ojo really fits. i wanted a real name, and a name with meaning. i looked and searched some more, and one name stood out. PACO. it's a real name, and it means bald eagle, or a free man. i love the animal it represents, and need i say more about a free man? Paco. Paco. even feels good to have the word rolling off my tongue.
security clothes
you know how it is like that small children (and some adults) have security blankets or "bantal busuk", this is about my 'security clothes', clothes which i love so much that i do not throw away even when they are faded and old and almost torn.
1. my slinky navy blue drawstrings. i've had this for more than 10 years and i've mended it at least twice. still have them and use them occasionally. still looks almost brand new
2. blue and white striped bodysuit. had it in the early 90s. have finally discarded it since it has gone way out of shape.
3. levis 501s. had this pair for nine years. it's now very worn at the butt and thigh areas. tearing at the knees. i've got new levis 501s but this one holds a very dear place in my heart.
4. sleeveless black blouse. this one is almost like a vest. V necked, buttons down the front and has that little tie thingies at the back. it was supposed to be dry cleaned, but my mom threw it in the wash after the first time i wore it. it shrunk. still wearable, but became very form fitting and i can't use it the moment i put on more than a couple of pounds. finally threw it out when it almost disintergrated.
5. my blue evisu baby T. this one is about two years old. still pretty ok. but i guess it's gonna be with me for a looooonng time to come.
6. denim coloured fitting bodice flared skirt summer dress. had this when i was in college. got me loads of dates. imagine a 18 year old bearing her shoulders in a dress that hugs her boobies, waist and hip, and flares out in a flirty skirt. got the picture?
7. my ever faithful green checked sarong. i wear sarong and men's singlet to bed. for those of you in the know, when it comes to sarongs, the longer you have them, the more worn and comfortable they become. my green sarong has a big gaping hole. i hide this hole by folding the front of my sarong over it. and yes, i still use it.
8. which brings me to my renoma men's singlet. this is the ribbed white type and i've had it for about nine years. it's got little holes but it's still my favourite.
1. my slinky navy blue drawstrings. i've had this for more than 10 years and i've mended it at least twice. still have them and use them occasionally. still looks almost brand new
2. blue and white striped bodysuit. had it in the early 90s. have finally discarded it since it has gone way out of shape.
3. levis 501s. had this pair for nine years. it's now very worn at the butt and thigh areas. tearing at the knees. i've got new levis 501s but this one holds a very dear place in my heart.
4. sleeveless black blouse. this one is almost like a vest. V necked, buttons down the front and has that little tie thingies at the back. it was supposed to be dry cleaned, but my mom threw it in the wash after the first time i wore it. it shrunk. still wearable, but became very form fitting and i can't use it the moment i put on more than a couple of pounds. finally threw it out when it almost disintergrated.
5. my blue evisu baby T. this one is about two years old. still pretty ok. but i guess it's gonna be with me for a looooonng time to come.
6. denim coloured fitting bodice flared skirt summer dress. had this when i was in college. got me loads of dates. imagine a 18 year old bearing her shoulders in a dress that hugs her boobies, waist and hip, and flares out in a flirty skirt. got the picture?
7. my ever faithful green checked sarong. i wear sarong and men's singlet to bed. for those of you in the know, when it comes to sarongs, the longer you have them, the more worn and comfortable they become. my green sarong has a big gaping hole. i hide this hole by folding the front of my sarong over it. and yes, i still use it.
8. which brings me to my renoma men's singlet. this is the ribbed white type and i've had it for about nine years. it's got little holes but it's still my favourite.
Monday, July 03, 2006
insomniac hates chronic hoarders
what kind of hoarders do i hate? all hoarders actually. but at the moment i hate bandwidth hoarders.
i couldn't sleep... yes, again. i decided get my butt out of bed and go on the net. it was fine when i logged on at 5.15 am, but it just got bad at about 6ish. this seems to be the case around this time of the day. i'm guessing it's these idiotic schoolkids from the morning session or some college or uni stu-pids. why do i suspect these fools? well, the timing. the hoggers will clog up the port early in the morning (probably just before they leave for school), and in the afternoon just before 2pm and in the evenings. oh yeah, also late at nite in the weekends and eve of public holidays and schoolbreak periods. makes sense?
especially with all the downloading that youngsters do nowadays, these freaking assholes hog up all the bandwidth. moreover, the internet providers here are another bunch of hopeless assholes.
just had to vent.
*note - the connection seemed to have improved slightly now. why? i guess it's because those no-parent-to-teach-them-hoarding-is-bad group of ninnies are off to school already. timecheck. it's 7.19am
i couldn't sleep... yes, again. i decided get my butt out of bed and go on the net. it was fine when i logged on at 5.15 am, but it just got bad at about 6ish. this seems to be the case around this time of the day. i'm guessing it's these idiotic schoolkids from the morning session or some college or uni stu-pids. why do i suspect these fools? well, the timing. the hoggers will clog up the port early in the morning (probably just before they leave for school), and in the afternoon just before 2pm and in the evenings. oh yeah, also late at nite in the weekends and eve of public holidays and schoolbreak periods. makes sense?
especially with all the downloading that youngsters do nowadays, these freaking assholes hog up all the bandwidth. moreover, the internet providers here are another bunch of hopeless assholes.
just had to vent.
*note - the connection seemed to have improved slightly now. why? i guess it's because those no-parent-to-teach-them-hoarding-is-bad group of ninnies are off to school already. timecheck. it's 7.19am
Friday, June 30, 2006
diversity in fashion. lucky me
here in malaysia, we're lucky to have a melting pot of a variety of cultures. with these different cultures, obviously comes their diffent types of fashion.
here you see me in the saree, which my husband ties for me. i just can't manage the six yards of cloth by myself. i love the vibrance (got ah, such a word?) of the colours i get from the sarees. i've now got 3, one in green, one rich royal blue and one with a mixture of fuschia and bright yellow. i always feel very feminine and dainty in a saree, hoping maybe i'll give out such kind of vibes when i dorn one. he he he...
next photo shows me in my wedding cheongsam. i got this for my own wedding. instead of wearing an evening gown, i have this long, sleeveless dark blue cheongsam with silver embroidery. i love the cut of a cheongsam. it's got slits up both the sides of the legs and it can go as high as the wearer dares. i'm a bit of a prude here and mine comes up only to just a couple of inches above my knees. nevertheless, i still feel sensuous and graceful in my cheongsams. i've got once in turquoise, one red one, and this one.
last comes my baju kurung. nowadays, loads of ladies like to add shoulder pads to the baju. i really hate that. i like this traditional pesak-gantung baju kurung. i love the baju kurung for its unrestricting feel. it's loose and airy (provided that a light material is used) and it covers up everything. i can sit as tomboyish as i want and i can still look demure. why? coz i'm all covered up! heh hehe *evil grin*
there's another type of fashion which i also love, which is the kebaya. it's a traditional form of dressing for the straits ladies, the nyonyas. my great-granny was a nyonya and kebayas and batik sarongs were all she ever wore. i do have a few kebayas hanging around in my closet, but i seldom wear them, as i feel really hot and sweaty in the few that i have. it's normally worn with a camisole inside as the material used to make the kebaya tops are usually quite transparent.
ahh... the wonders of living in a multicultural society. fashion haven =)
Friday, June 09, 2006
which day were you born on?
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay
FIND OUT WHAT DAY WERE YOU BORN ON HERE
i was born on a monday and my hubsterman was born on a tuesday. we're pretty happy with that =D
in this present day and time, some people might not like to be born on a sunday, being fair & wise & good and GAY
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay
FIND OUT WHAT DAY WERE YOU BORN ON HERE
i was born on a monday and my hubsterman was born on a tuesday. we're pretty happy with that =D
in this present day and time, some people might not like to be born on a sunday, being fair & wise & good and GAY
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
our new cyclops!
WE GOT IT!!!!!!!!
my small 3.2 mp (i call her pixie, coz she's got tiny megaPIXel count) point & shoot's LCD gave up its ghost recently and i'm the kind who likes taking photos as a hobby. i normally bring pixie wherever i go. i can still shoot with pixie, but with the LCD kaput, Lord knows what i'm photographing.
my hubsterman have been learning here and there shooting with a dslr and he's in love with the canon 30D. too bad, cannot afford a 30D. i was actually looking at the 350D all these while. i feel that it's more than sufficient for me, not planning to go into professional photography (not good enough) but looking at the 350D, it might be a lil bit too small for my hubsterman's hand grip.
my bro jason also pointed out the fact that it might be better to go for a 350D and save the rest of the money for the accessories. me thinks that's an excellent idea =)
so, we went camera shopping this afternoon and got the canon 350D with a kit lens to start off. so happy! so happy! so happy!!!
Saturday, June 03, 2006
can't sleep... again
it's like 5.15 in the morning and i can't sleep. i'm suppose to wake up at 7am coz it's zach's wedding today.
it's gonna be a long day ahead and i dunno how i'm gonna tahan til the nite. all the la-di-da and la-di-do, plus the preparation of the arch and bridal room. oh GOD!
went to bed at about 3am, thinking, "ok, i'll get about 4 hours sleep. gonna be a bit tired, but think i can make it". stared at the clock at 3.40am, at 4.15am and again at 5am. that's when i decide not to stress myself out by trying to sleep anymore.
it's funny, coz as i'm typing this, my eyes are so heavy and i feel like i can drop off anytime now. should i attempt again? hmm... dunno
it's gonna be a long day ahead and i dunno how i'm gonna tahan til the nite. all the la-di-da and la-di-do, plus the preparation of the arch and bridal room. oh GOD!
went to bed at about 3am, thinking, "ok, i'll get about 4 hours sleep. gonna be a bit tired, but think i can make it". stared at the clock at 3.40am, at 4.15am and again at 5am. that's when i decide not to stress myself out by trying to sleep anymore.
it's funny, coz as i'm typing this, my eyes are so heavy and i feel like i can drop off anytime now. should i attempt again? hmm... dunno
Saturday, May 20, 2006
i hate going downtown... i'll make an exception for coliseum
i had to go downtown a few times in the past week. i really HATE going into town. unless i have some appointment, or events or when i absolutely, absolutely HAVE to go, i avoid it at all costs.
"what about shopping?", you say. i'll get what i need in the suburban malls.
zach, my bro-in-law is getting married to his luv-luv soon, and my mumzie-in-law bought us girls some cloth to sew the kebaya 'uniform' that we're all suppose to wear for the occasion. the dang tailor is DOWNTOWN!
fine. went, got measured, put down deposit and left. i was dreading the next trip to collect the kebaya. the tailor woman calls me up two days later to tell me that the embroidery in the cloth is lopsided. i have to make an ADDITIONAL trip to get the cloth changed. why can't she see the fault the first time i was there? she opened up the cloth to look and all. ISH!!
i went to collect the kebaya today, and my hubsterman was sweet enough to drive smack into downtown traffic. also, i have the company of my sweetie sista-in-law izan (she's married to my hubsterman's older bro, joshua). she's one of my favouritest person in the family. those two plus points made the trip more enjoyable.
but the best part of this last foray downtown was when we were feeling hungry and wondered where to have lunch. suddenly, hubsterman proclaimed, "COLISEUM! Let's go Coliseum!". we went a couple of round looking for parking and the traffic system is totally horrendous.
COLISEUM is totally worth it all. the hassle, the traffic, the whole trip. the food and atmosphere is awesome! love every single minute and taste of it. delish!
"what about shopping?", you say. i'll get what i need in the suburban malls.
zach, my bro-in-law is getting married to his luv-luv soon, and my mumzie-in-law bought us girls some cloth to sew the kebaya 'uniform' that we're all suppose to wear for the occasion. the dang tailor is DOWNTOWN!
fine. went, got measured, put down deposit and left. i was dreading the next trip to collect the kebaya. the tailor woman calls me up two days later to tell me that the embroidery in the cloth is lopsided. i have to make an ADDITIONAL trip to get the cloth changed. why can't she see the fault the first time i was there? she opened up the cloth to look and all. ISH!!
i went to collect the kebaya today, and my hubsterman was sweet enough to drive smack into downtown traffic. also, i have the company of my sweetie sista-in-law izan (she's married to my hubsterman's older bro, joshua). she's one of my favouritest person in the family. those two plus points made the trip more enjoyable.
but the best part of this last foray downtown was when we were feeling hungry and wondered where to have lunch. suddenly, hubsterman proclaimed, "COLISEUM! Let's go Coliseum!". we went a couple of round looking for parking and the traffic system is totally horrendous.
COLISEUM is totally worth it all. the hassle, the traffic, the whole trip. the food and atmosphere is awesome! love every single minute and taste of it. delish!
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