*Embarassed*

It will be awhile until I'd step into Dome Cafe again and this is why..

Met up with my usual school gang on tuesday night and we had a good iftar at chilis(we've been friends for almost 20 years now..wow..). I was truly full at the end of the dinner eventhough I didn't even finished my steak nor did I finished my manggo juice eventhough it was supposed to be bottomless (see, my stomach got 'bottom' afterall!). Thinking hot coffee could help to sooth our bloated tummies (especially mine), off we went to Dome Cafe next, except for Ann who left early with her daughter.

Dome was much quieter than Chilis so we continued our chit-chatting and hot gossips (we're girls afterall!)while enjoying our coffee. Towards the end of the session, I suddenly felt nauseous and dizzy, on top of the bloatedness that wasn't eased by the hot coffee I consumed at all. Eiderq suggested for me to get a brownbag to breathe into so Suzie and Liza got up and started asking for it from the counter. Thought a dash to the toilet would be a better idea, I stood up to make a move but it was a huge huge mistake. Within seconds, a wave of vomit came out from my mouth (and nose!) and went straight into my coffee cup! Everybody was obviously shocked especially the waitresses who were just waiting for us to leave to close shop for the day. Not knowing what to do, I quickly apologised and walked away, leaving behind a cup full of vomit for the poor waitresses to clean after me... Thinking of it now, I should have cleaned the mess myself shouldn't I? Gosh... sungguh memalukan!!

Anyway, I went to the toilet with my ever-so-caring girlfriends in tow and again, as soon as I arrived at the sink, I vomited. A much larger volume this time with all the remaining half-digested meat, broccoli and mashed potato came out through both my mouth and nose... How disgusting!

Dan itulah pengalaman saya yang paling memalukan di dalam bulan ramadhan al-mubarak ini (so far).. sekian, terima kasih.

I'm not fat, I'm just big-boned!

Alot of people have been commenting on my physical changes these past few months.. you can even read 2 or 3 of those in this blog alone (and I'm regretting putting up the MMMP dinner photos now!). So, now that I can't use 'food-just-to-keep-me-sane-while-working-on-my-thesis' excuse anymore, I probably have to do something about it soon. I have lost a bet with Ardy once (and I still owe him a slice of chocolate indulgence) and I don't intend to lose again. I'm not very good at handling failures you see :)

Funny thing is, I never see weight as a big issue before. I have NEVER been on diet before and if I had a pound or two to lose, I'd just play more sports and the weight will disappear naturally. The thing is, I hardly play sports anymore these days and yet,I'm enjoying food more and more. I'll be out eating (and gossiping) with my girlfriends at Chilis later tonight, a dinner outing tomorrow and another breakfasting meet-up on Thursday...how??

Anyway, to all pancake-lovers out there, I am sure you'll loveeee these:



The top one is called pandora box or something and I can tell you, it's heaven!*drolls* They're from Paddington Pancakes at Plaza Damas.

Selamat berbuka all!

Merdeka, merdeka, merdeka!! :)

I am done. Had doubts of my own capabilities at certain points especially during those long nights when I was in front of the laptop with blank mind but yeah, I've finally finished it. I think it turned up alright too although it could be better. I may regret in the future for not putting in the extra efforts but the truth is...at this point, I just don't care..I just wanted to finish it, and I did.

Just sent the 3 sets to the printer for binding and if everything goes well, 2 will be on their way to Belfast by tuesday and 1 will be on my local supervisor's desk on the same day. And by then, I will be truly done.

Yippeeeeeee!

Anyway, this song has been playing in my car, from my laptop and now, from this blog too. Enjoy!

Happy Merdeka day Malaysia!

It's Merdeka eve and the office is almost empty. Everybody else have left hurrily in cheerful and patriotic mood, many with special plans for the night or plane/coach to catch to be somewhere out of KL celebrating the long-weekend with their loved ones.

I on the otherhand, is still lumped in my chair with a messy desk in front of me. Not that I'm unpatriotic or anti-social (ok, maybe a little bit of the latter!)..but am just too tired physically and mentally at this moment of time to be arsed about any celebration. Ok, maybe my mood will change after hearing the sounds of fireworks all around KL at the strike of midnight tonight..or maybe not. By the way peeps, Merdeka is not just about parades and fireworks you know.. It's about being thankful for the independence that we're enjoying today and about working hard to improve ourselves for the betterment of the country and our people. Am I not right?

Ok ok..I'm sounding like a cheapskate politician already so I better cut the crap now. The actual fact is I am soooo NOT looking forward to this weekend because I still have 20k words to be squeezed out of my brain and to be processed into structured sentences that make sense on white papers. So, instead of going to parades and concerts like the majority of my countrymen (and the foreign workers too) I will be stuck in this office again tomorrow onwards...so no, maybe celebratory mood is just not for me this weekend. Not until 30th September 2007 definitely!


Happy 50th Merdeka day everyone. Take care and may god bless you!

The story of our lives

Thank you. And you WILL find happiness again..

Somethin' to cheer up your gloomy monday

A funny forward from Mr D :)

A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night to meet,and have dinner with her parents. Since this is such a big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out and make love for the first time.

The boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get some condoms. He tells the pharmacist it's his first time and the pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know about condoms and sex.

At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many condoms he'd like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, or family pack. The boy insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it being his first time and all. That night, the boy shows up at the girl's parents house and meets his girlfriend at the door. "Oh, I'm so excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!" where the girl's parents are seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head. A minute passes, and the boy is still deep in prayer, with his head down.

10 minutes pass, and still no movement from the boy. Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to the boyfriend, "I had no idea you were this religious." The boy turns, and whispers back, "I had no idea
your father is a pharmacist."

Moral of the story is:
Pharmacists know LOTS about sex and condoms! teehehee..

3-serangkai MMMP

I was high on adrenaline last week.. Work was hectic as usual particularly with the new job I'm doing and my out-of-office hours were mostly filled with the last-minute preparations (when will I ever learn NOT to do things last-minutely?) for the 3-serangkai STAR-SDAR-STF 50th anniversary dinner. My tasks? To prepare a decent exhibition booth at ZERO cost, merchandise sales as well as helping out in preparing dinner gifts for 1800 attendees. Lots of frantic calls, emails and smses and not to mention the rushing from one place to another too! Putting all the hardwork and stress aside, I had fun (in a weird, tiring way!) even when a couple of friends and I got stuck at our alumni's office at 1am in the morning and had to call for a special rescuer to come and break the door! :)

Now, let's the photos do the rest of the story-telling..

The guest-of-honour (photo by yazit&zahir)

The other VVIP

The entertainer
(photo by yazit&zahir) I took a photo with him when he came around to our table but both looked 'stunned' in the photo so am not gonna put that one up here!
















The exhibition & gifts boss

The organising committee
(photo by yazit&zahir)I could hardly keep my eyes opened by then...zzz..

The last-minute product (not bad afterall eh?)

The sisters

The assistants @ my saviours!

Emmmm...what were they doing at MY booth? :)

More photos will be here soon.
A funny account of the preparation by Kak Sue Nafri can be found here.

Piece of sh*t - that's what you are

For years, I tolerated his antics.

He broke my heart again and again, he cheated, he lied, he gave empty promises..

I cried, I forgave and yes, I ticked him off at times but most of the time, I tolerated..God, I tolerated.

Never once I called him names..Not in front of him anyway :)

Well, not until last night.

His latest antic was nothing compared to all the things that he has done before but yes, I finally snapped. I told him exactly what I think of him and the words weren't pleasant at all. He said I've changed. He said I was a nice person before but now, after all those nasty words, he said he has lost all the respects for me now.. but do I care?? Bloody hell no! He deserved every single word that I uttered out last night... definitely. My only regret was for not saying those words out years ago.

I can rightly say, as a person, I have not changed much.. but yes, I've wisen up. I will not let piece of crap like him take advantage of 'the nice ryzah' again and again anymore... so, if he wants to label me 'nasty' just because I finally spoke my mind...be it. Read my lips mister... 'I DON'T CARE!'.

Finally, for the first time in 5 years, I feel liberated... I feel ultimately FREE..

Where do we draw the line?

One morning earlier of last week, I overheard one MP in the parliament presenting some statistics on sexual harassment at workplace on the morning news while I was sipping my hot milo before leaving for work. I didn’t stay on to listen (or I would be late for work) but what I managed to gather in that few minutes was, apparently, sexual harassment at workplace in Malaysia is very low where only about 200+ cases have been reported since the year 1999. While driving to work, I couldn’t help wondering if those numbers were the true representative of what’s happening in this country or was it a case of under-reporting (or gross cover-ups).

I remember reading in the papers recently that a girl had a shock of her life when she was asked to take off her top during an interview for her potential employer to ‘assess’ whether she qualifies for the job or not since one of the criteria for the job was one need to be ‘beautiful’. Obviously, since the incident made it to the front page of many local papers, she didn’t get the job and the interviewer ended up with a legal action instead. This is one clear example of sexual harassment, am sure all would agree. But how do you truly define sexual harassments? Does verbal flirting among colleagues or between superiors and employees considered as sexual harassment? If not, where do you draw the line? How about if the verbal flirting from your male colleague or boss becoming too frequent or too obvious leading to office gossips hence making you uncomfortable or worst, miserable? And if the flirting leads to certain conditional favours like you-go-out-with-me-for-a-drink-or-else-I-wont-approve-your-leaves… is that still acceptable? If it is not, does that alone have enough weight to be brought upon a disciplinary board?

And how about touching? Of course if a male colleague or boss start touching your bums or boobs, you have the rights to complain but how about usually acceptable gestures like a pat on the back? I remember one superior at my old workplace has a habit of doing just that.. he would pat on people backs not just to congratulate on a work well done, but also when having usual conversation and even when saying hi while passing by at corridors. Some female staff found the habit a bit annoying that they would stay a distance away from him but others found it perfectly ok since he was more like a father figure… totally different perspective by different people...

I have also come across this one happy-go-lucky doctor who like to pinch female staff... It’s just his way of saying hi! No complaint against him so far but again, some would walk away whenever he enters the room/ward because the pinches can sometimes be really hard that your arms may turn blue! I personally don’t see it as any type of harassments but wonder if any other female staff thinking the opposite.

Alas, there is also one doctor who is very good at what he does and fully committed to his patients but who is also a well-known ‘Mark Sloan’ among the female staff due to his skirt-chasing activities although nobody really know how many has really fallen for his tricks. You’ll be unfortunate if you become his target (or fortunate if sleeping with a doctor is one of your wish lists!) since being a goal-orientated person as he is, he definitely won’t let you off easily! If this is the case, would you file a complaint or would you take it as a compliment (knowing that you’re desirable can definitely boost your self-confidence, would you agree?) and move along without making a big fuss out of it?

Random thoughts (how original!)

My best buddy has finally started blogging after months and months of persuasions. Welcome to the blogsphere mate! He's a huge fan of grey's anatomy,hence the theme of his blog... I like!

Oh.. and for the record, he is still SINGLE!

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In my inbox a few days ago:

Smoking Helps You Lose Weight ...
One Lung At A Time!

Such a catchy phrase.. I think I'll use it when seeing my Quit Clinic patients since many gave weight gain as the excuse of not wanting to quit smoking. Thanks uncle!

A nose job and two bloody nostrils

I finally had my nose surgery done last Friday. Had a cold feet a few days earlier after hearing a friend had to suffer a week-long of terrible pain after a throat surgery.. But went ahead anyway knowing that i didn't have much choices in hand. I had 2 procedures done at one go, Septoplasty and Turbinectomy (reduction of the turbinate, I believe) which weren't as bad as they sound really since they were both done under general anaesthesia.

The 3-day stay was pretty short but spending the days on the hospital bed for hours and hours on end with nothing much to do was not an experience that I would want to repeat that soon if I can. At one point, my boredom turned to anxiety that I started counting the minutes and hours to the next mealtime (not that the food served was that great), the next visiting hours, the next doctors' rounds and even the next toilet trips. Yeah... I was that bored! I did try to do a bit of work on the first day but got reprimanded by one of the doctors (no, I'm not that sad doc.. I just did it to kill my time and the work needs doing anyway!). I tried to catch up with some sleep too but the ward was so cold that I kept waking up shivering. Anyway, the only thing that I managed to do successfully to keep me occupied (apart from counting the hours of course) was reading and I'm glad that Ardy lent me this book just a few weeks ago. I finished it in less than 2 days on the hospital bed... a great company for a time in need indeed!


Anyway, I received a surprise gift just before I got discharged from the hospital... A huge surprise indeed. I was all over the moon and all smiley even when my nose hurt and bled like hell with tears all over my face when the surgeon pulled out the gauze packs from the inside of my nose or when he tried to clean the nostrils(no doc, you can't ask for one too!).


So friends (you know who you are), you can now stop your 'throw your phone into the Klang river' jibes since I am now officially NOT the user of the near-extinct monophonic mobile phone anymore!