tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67759398360117556462024-02-07T17:14:51.196-08:00Life at Worksyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-46302992623529174942009-09-10T23:40:00.000-07:002009-09-10T23:41:22.586-07:00mailsLast month i sent out several mails to lots of people concerning a process flow change. After a week, nobody acknowledges anything and it looks like my mails went into black hole. So I asked people in my department to help me in following up and they got one similar answer – “no time to read mails”.<br /><br />If you dun have time to read mails, I guess I'll have to ask your bosses to read them to you then.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-49616743788832148862009-08-04T18:41:00.000-07:002009-08-04T18:56:09.312-07:00wednesdayYay, it's Wednesday!!<br /><br />What Wednesday means to me:<br />- FREE nescafe at day long at work<br />- it's middle of the week, 2 days from weekend<br />- cheap movie-day (used to be)<br /><br />Hubby & i went for company in-house blood test earlier this morning. His still has the silly looking face when the guy injected his arm. This is the second time we did blood test together.<br /><br />The first time, he was so upset cos i paid for the course without letting him know first. He has this phobia towards needle and had always refused to go for body check-up, just in case the doc might say something that he does not like to hear. His blood test result last Oct was not that good, with high bad cholesterol and high blood glucose level. It was a surprised for both of us, since hubby exercises more often than i do :P According to the doc, hubby might be having hereditary high cholesterol. Me, on the other hand, as fit as a cow, partly becos i was still breastfeeding. Will see whether there is a change on the latest test results two weeks from now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-71646846113436996932009-07-27T19:46:00.001-07:002009-07-27T20:21:57.097-07:00first encounter with Buono BreadThere is a newly set up mini bread stall right in front of La Boheme bakery stall at Jusco, QB, selling Buono Bread. I've not heard of this Buono Bread before but it was the price that attracted me to this stall. We got to taste some samples of original bread & oat bread fresh from toaster. The middle-aged lady who was selling this bread was very friendly and humorous too.<br /><br />Me : How much is the price?<br />Lady : RMxxxx<br />Me : Wow, who will buy such expensive bread?<br />Lady : chinese lar.<br />Me : Why so expensive?<br />Lady : Imported fresh from Japan daily, triple the weight of normal loaf of bread..bla bla<br />Me : If cannot finish then how?<br />Lady : Export back to country of origin.<br /><br />We burst into laughter together right after she finished her sentence. She went on to explain why it's expensive - the ingredients are from Japan, equipment from Japan, Japanese baker....and sliced by Penang lady (meaning herself). Again, we all burst into laughter. Suddenly, i found myself reaching out money from my pocket without any persuasion. I must be under some kind of spell just by talking to her. But this will be the first and final time for me to buy such pricey bread.<br /><br />On the way home, i asked hubby to guess the price of the bread. A series of wrong answer given - RM3, RM5, RM7, RM12. I will keep a slice of Buono bread for those who could guess the price of the bread correctly. Better be fast, this bread will expire in 2 weeks, unless i put them in the freezer (will last for a month). <br /><a title="buono bread - loaf by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3763656935/"><img height="281" alt="buono bread - loaf" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2490/3763656935_5c1c5c4b1a.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><br />I tried to slice the bread using my normal kitchen knife, it does not look that bad, rite?<br /><a title="buono bread - sliced by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3764454632/"><img height="281" alt="buono bread - sliced" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2484/3764454632_27ef2297f0.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /><br />You can eat this bread on its own (sounds like Gardenia). But for those who do not like margarine, you will not like this bread, the strong margarine taste will linger in your mouth after eating. Oh yeah, nobody at home is allowed to touch this bread and it's specially for Khye. I hope he will like the nice margarine taste.<br /><a title="buono bread by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3764454746/"><img height="281" alt="buono bread" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2655/3764454746_0a3ef87a1e.jpg" width="500" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-42196873905338902602009-07-23T03:02:00.000-07:002009-07-23T03:06:02.221-07:00paid posts deletedI've spent the last half an hour deleting all paid posts from my blogs. I couldn't believe how many posts i've written between 2007 & 2008 and was paid quite a lot too for them all. Since i've stopped writing ads, i do not want paid posts to be "polluting" my blogs. Let's see when i start writing for money again. Till then, you will not find paid posts in all my blogs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-73402862240301385872009-07-20T00:05:00.000-07:002009-07-23T01:29:51.436-07:00infamous heroesBotak Chin. It sounds so familiar when my colls mentioned it during lunch just now. He was potrayed to be modern Robin Hood, the most notorious and wanted person back in the 80s. After searching for more information on this infamous hero, i suddenly recalled something. Once upon a time, my younger sis joined a school trip to visit Pudu Jail before they close it down forever or something like that. They were then taken to the room where Botak Chin was hanged to death. It was full with eerie sound effect & lightings and suddenly....they saw a white figure staring back to them from the hang place. Tipu lar, i added the last line myself :P Nothing happened in the room, just sound effect & good lightings :P<br /><br />I only know Kalimuthu case which happened in Ipoh in 199x. Kalimuthu was cornered by a group of policemen and he went amok with his gun. One of the bullets when thru the door of the car and hit the head of her cousin before landed in her chest. Her cousin died on the spot while she went into coma. Her cousin saved her life. My sis's fren told her that said before she went unconscious due to intense pain, she saw the bullet wound on the cousin's head, the size of 50sen coin. Urghh!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-86402653741229511062009-06-28T18:39:00.000-07:002009-06-28T18:54:44.051-07:00petaiI've just recovered from the toilet trip 3mins ago. Someone in one of the toilet cubicle must have eaten tons of "petai" over the weekend. The pungent smell polluted the whole toilet while she is doing her biz. The most embarassing was when the toilet cleaner shouted <span style="color:#000099;"><strong>"Who has eaten buah petai....aiyoo!!!" </strong></span>And there was only 1 cubicle occuppied. Hahahaha...If i were the one in that cubicle, i will hide myself and make sure everybody leaves the toilet to save myself from such embarassment.<br /><br />Honestly, I really hate it when people take petai especially when the smell lingers when you're talking to the person. And the worst is the smell after that person's toilet visit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-89754580751243602792009-06-18T19:01:00.001-07:002009-06-18T19:01:20.490-07:00cost savingSince there is cost saving everywhere, hubby & i decided to perform some cost saving activities at home. One of them is to ride to work, instead of drive. No doubt, there are few advantages & drawbacks to ride a bike to work.<br /><br />Good things:<br />- it takes only 25mins to get to work daily<br />- save money on toll (RM1.12 compared to RM5.60, daily)<br />- save money on petrol (RM23 compared to RM70, weekly)<br />- i'm forced to use sun block everyday, so that my freckles condition will not deteriorate<br />- i'm forced to wash my face diligently everyday, so that my facial prod will not go to waste<br />- we can't talk, so less quarrel<br />- we have to be close to each other physically, so that when he decides to go full speed, i will not end up on the windscreen of the car behind us.<br /><br />Bad things:<br />- i have to wash my hair every single day<br />- i have to prepare plastic bag in case it rains suddenly<br />- i can't wear my heels to work<br />- i have to wear perfume everyday to cover the smell of smoke<br />- i can't wear skirt - but i never wear skirt to work :P<br />- there is a chance that we will melt under the scorching sun<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-65227554843890914202009-06-18T02:51:00.000-07:002009-06-18T02:56:22.903-07:00sighIt's a rather tiring and pathetic day for me today. First, we had to endured the haze in the morning while riding to work. Then, it's the time of the month where all girls despise. The icing of the day, i received a rather nasty mail from a counterpart, like usual. Of how this person did something since last evening and had to tell me ALL the hard work tht has been done. Afterall, i was the one who discovered the problem and logged a call. And again i was left out from the circle of mail. Although i have well trained myself to accept nasty mails from this particular person, but i just hate this person all over again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-73132129804436721952009-06-16T00:47:00.001-07:002009-06-16T01:08:18.036-07:00revenge of the fallenI was attracted to this phrase "Revenge of the Fallen". It truly describes what i'm going thru now at work, but i'm not the bad ones. Just that i feel that i need to claim my territory & draw fine lines surrounding it, just in case. Actually, it's rather fun to work around people who fear to be kicked away from this company, especially when they finally have to think twice before stepping on your tail in situation like this. The retrenchment activities that are going on do not affect me at all. I will go when they give me the angpow. Unlike some other people whom i work with, who thinks himself/herself is The Great One. You can be the most important person in a function, but so what? You're not indispensable, esp when you're highly paid. If a fly is paid half your salary and flexible to do multiple jobs at one time, who would the company keep? Do you just hate people who love to claim credit for A-Z work? Or those who need to tell the whole world that he/she has lack of sleeps for god knows who many days just to get something done? Or people whom delete your name from your own mail?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-12236475620094668992009-04-16T00:47:00.000-07:002009-04-16T01:01:58.787-07:00Blue Day<div><div>With the recent retrenchment package news in our company (1 mth old news), some of them are organizing a special day next week where people will wear blue to show their dissatisfaction or something to do with company no appreciating them anymore. There are a few reason why i choose not to join them:</div><br /><div>- i've only worked for 6yrs</div><div>- i don't bother if i'm selected for the new retrenchment policy</div><div>- i don't have blue shirt/blouse/dress</div><div><br />If i were to join them, i will come in my Donald Duck shirt, together with hubby :D<br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325196338239231074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh45Nzv6UNgpPnSLcIyuWSvxVVD8sIU74xzEIAtkSw6ganMMoMND2aJgNE4_ohxscRn4eq4cJzkcB2Uq0SL0b30crUk7pi4WulGIJ0yAsf2bdBKXtsTcwzPQkhu90yP3D07IJDd_olJsDE/s400/IMG_1223.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-44306955474973564352009-03-18T01:02:00.000-07:002009-03-18T01:39:52.588-07:00eat what?I was at my coll's place for training since she is going to leave here soon. She was briefing me on her work and the "problematic" people whom she deals with.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"><em>Coll : We should process request A followed by request B.<br />Me : Can accept both request at the same time?<br />Coll : Do you want to eat? (out of a sudden)<br />Me : Nope, it's not yet lunch time<br />Coll : No, i'm asking you if someone asks do you want to eat, you will wash hand before or after eating?<br />Me : ...........<br /></em></span><br />Get what i mean? I thought she was REALLY asking me whether i want to take lunch or eat anything or not. She didn't start her sentence with for instance or for example.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-14012243896277673492009-03-09T18:27:00.001-07:002009-03-09T18:27:30.893-07:00WFMI still remember when i came back from my maternity, i misplaced my drawer keys and needed help urgently as my notebook was in the drawer. Someone helped me to log a high priority call by stating i'm the relative of so & so, so better hurry. I heard all that cos i was just walking behind them, unknown to them.<br /><br />I really hate those people who always assume that my sis & i are related to so and so in the company, so we have immunity when disaster hits. Says who?? My sis just got her package last Friday. She was informed of the package at 1pm and had to leave by 5pm on the same day. Did i mention that she is 8 mths preg with twins?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-65596157447691023822009-02-17T01:11:00.000-08:002009-02-17T01:19:56.532-08:00thoughtsI'm the sole survivor in my depart now with about 10+ people under me. Some in their 20s, 30s and 50s. Me in late 20s. I still remember when i first came out from my shell into working life. That time i used most of my time surfing the net cos i only needed to attend to a few requests from US and took only 15mins to complete all the requests? I didn't take the initiative to learn new things cos i was basically enjoying my life earning easy money :P Now i see the this exact patterns in some of younger my subordinates. Some of them are working really hard, some of them think that they're working in cybercafe. You know what i mean. Perhaps they don't even bother whether they get retrenched or not, perhaps they come from not bad family background who can support them financially if they're jobless. Perhaps they are just too young to realise the importance of money. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps..... Who am i to bother so much? As long as job get done & no complaints.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-37324134956200929212009-01-06T16:27:00.000-08:002009-01-06T16:37:07.270-08:002009 wave2009 starts with a series of bad news from different companies:<br />- 6days off or 3 days of unpaid leave<br />- 10% pay cut for indirect labor & 5% cut for direct labor<br />- 6days off every month<br />- 0 pay increment until further notice.<br /><br />This is really bad and our government is still saying that we're not hit badly by economy downturn? Our inflation rate is not high? Trying to camouflaged?<br />Yesterday i was forced to make a difficult decision, to chop off a headcount. I feel sorry for that person but unfortunately, she gets the lowest score in term of performance. Looking at the situation now, if you're not performing well, there are thousands of hungry ghosts out there waiting for your place and i'm not exagerrating. There is no such thing as job security now. 2 choices: Work or leave. I still prefer the first for the time being.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-36937693661949930672008-10-13T02:02:00.001-07:002008-10-13T02:22:35.699-07:00dirty jobsThat's how i classified jobs being thrown to me left and right, top and bottom. A few weeks ago, i accepted the tasks transferred to me as opportunities to learn things which i think is good. But now, i labelled them as dirty jobs, as in i have to vacumm almost everything at a time from several people. I was told people are going to leave soon and i have to vacumm as much as i can so that nothing is missed out. That was a month ago.<br />A month later, the people who are supposed to leave are still here<br />- doing only 5% of the work (95% being distributed across the universe)<br />- and the plan to kick them out has been postponed<br />- and no specific date being confirmed so far<br />- and getting year end bonus<br />- and getting to enjoy expensive team building<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">- AND GETTING THE SAME $$$$$</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">This is so ridiculous!! The moment they "smelled" that they're under the kick-out program, they passed all dirty jobs to me "with immediate effect" which i was conned into accepting them all. Now, there is a change in the schedule, nobody takes back anything. So i'm the only one who has to clean up the mess passed to me by idiots. Do you know how did they pass their work to me? Just throw to you some files, explain in a way that only they understand (which i dun think they understand their work AT ALL) and tell you everything is pretty simple (cos they ignored all the pending problems and wash their hands already), period. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Am i the only human around here? Did i make a mistake by staying? Now i know why my senior left and why she advised me to accept the other offer.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-27676144988458586062008-09-25T01:03:00.001-07:002008-10-13T02:23:36.802-07:00bday blues4 incidents happened this morning which make my day blue.<br /><br />It's my bday and i'm feeling down =(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-25698745721847808102008-09-17T22:27:00.000-07:002008-09-17T22:46:53.703-07:00r.a.c.i.s.mThis is our country major topic but i'm not going to comment anything on racism in my blog.<br /><br />However, an incident happened just now. You judge yourself whether can this be called racism or some people are plain stupid.<br /><br />We went out for lunch at I-Avenue. As you know, it's rather difficult to get a place to park there and worse, the road is just too narrow. A coward like me will definitely skip the idea of driving there alone. So right after lunch, we went to get our car, right outside BHB. There was a white Satria with heavily tinted windows parked right next to our car. The driver was no where to be seen and the car was parked so near the driver side. Aunt even had difficulty even to get into the car. We waited for a while under the scorching sun before aunt decided to honk for the owner of the car. After a while, Mr.Coco appeared from nowhere and unlocked his car. Aunt told him that he shouldn't have parked there. Mr.Coco made a sarcastic remark, "You nasib baik, ada tempat parking." No apology from him. Aunt told him if no parking lot, just make a few more rounds. Mr.Coco got angry and started to raise his voice and mumbling words that we couldn't hear from inside the car. Before Mr.Coco finally drove off, he wound down his window & shouted "Orang Cina memang bodoh!", then sped off.<br /><br />Who is more bodoh? A person who parked at the allocated parking lot is bodoh or a person who blocked people’s car from leaving the parking lot.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-70594747674307598172008-09-15T17:29:00.001-07:002008-09-15T17:31:24.703-07:00sep16Today is 16 September and something amazing just happened to me.<br /><br />There is <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>no new mails</strong></span> in my Outlook inbox!!!! I have a strong feeling that something big is coming later. It's a bad omen to not have any new mails in your inbox. Life is too peaceful too, way too peaceful.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-65358517583866448452008-08-11T02:20:00.000-07:002008-08-11T02:22:23.423-07:00twistFickle minded or greedy? Who can resist temptation? Here i am again, growing old with the place i first stepped in several years ago. Win-win situation, who cares?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-48348266183070646742008-08-10T02:54:00.000-07:002008-08-10T03:08:52.312-07:00selfish?The decision i'm going to make is going to cost a person losing lots of money. I feel bad about it but it's for my own good. Another word to tell the whole world, i'm selfish.<br /><br />I weighed all the pros and cons before i finally decided. There are several cons & one big pro. I'll not be as comfortable as i am now, or have the freedom i'm having. Let's put the work challenges aside. I need to be independant & learn how to do side parking as well. Driving is not a problem for me, but i just can't get a car into a parking lot. That explains why i hardly drive when my colls and i go out for lunch, unless one of them volunteers to help me park :D<br /><br />Back to the story on why it's going to cost a lot of money. There is a possibility that one's life maybe affected by my decision which i pray not. Unless miracle happens, i'll stay where i am now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-14955914064372546042008-04-30T00:35:00.000-07:002008-04-30T00:42:26.790-07:00yawn<div>My senior is leaving and i'm supposed to ask her more questions since i'm her successor. But what i'm doing now? Sitting at my place feeling lousy & sleepy. And why is that so? Cos Baby Khye decided that he had had enough sleep so he woke us all up at 12.30am to play with him. "Ang-go-go...chak chak chak". Pardon me, i have to yawn now.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194940407556929602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_mikYVba_Y7MrF0KWXO8wFNy9OmddseItb_K9P4zy9xBeedp4MdrHDhopzfh1BTdT_MrhmerwVDWI5V5wKJmt2nNGwhiCyYoLPCnzZ69DbnCHH8gZrfugnHU_ypx8fS5Bj7D-V1qktw/s200/PICT0101.JPG" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-82718212570915828832008-01-29T17:34:00.000-08:002008-01-29T17:40:32.230-08:00story of the safety beltWe stopped at the traffic lights before turning into our office, hubby decided to loosen his seat belt.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">Me : Why do you do that?</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">Hubby : Just taking time off from the belt.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">Me : Put it back on. Sure will get summon buta-ly.</span></em><br /><br />Hubby then started to talk to himself.<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">Hubby as policeman : Encik, kenapa tak pakai tali kelendar?</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">Hubby : Sebab tali ni buat badan aku gatal you tau tak??</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">Hubby as policeman : Encik, kenapa tak pakai tali kelendar?<br />Hubby : Sebab kereta aku ada airbag.</span></em><br /><br />Me: *slapped forehead and shut up all the way to the office car park*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-44366795869769442752008-01-07T23:02:00.002-08:002008-01-07T23:13:04.213-08:00Astro333 HHDRemember i was making such a big fuss when hubby wanted to subsribe Hua Hee Dai on Astro? Hehehe...now i'm addicted to a few series in that channel. First of all, The Amazing Strategiest, Liu Bo Wen which is shown every Mon-Fri from 9.30-10.30pm. My coll then introduced me to 2 horror movies which are Blue Crystal and First Theater. No wonder i was feeling extremely sleepy yesterday morning, i watched First Theater until 11.30pm on Sunday night :D I want to rephrase my statement made earlier. I like HHD afterall :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-4325109223075643452007-12-09T17:18:00.000-08:002007-12-09T17:28:23.258-08:00riot?Have you noticed there are more road blocks than usual in your neighbourhood? And the policemen are there 24/7 with 3 patrol cars. We saw 2 road blocks on the way home from Penang. One at the main road junction and the other block at the road we usually take to go home. At first, we thought they would only be there for half a day or so, but we still saw them this morning on the way to work. There is going to be a riot again? Should we start stocking up food in the house?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775939836011755646.post-71129303379309739522007-12-05T18:59:00.000-08:002007-12-05T19:06:41.006-08:00mama zombie<div>Like what i told MMK, i'm turning into a mama zombie. I cannot move much on bed anymore, turning to my sides will trigger the baby to kick in my tummy. </div><div></div><br /><div><em>"My dearest baby, your mama have to turn while sleeping. If now, arm and ear will go numb. I promise i will try to turn gently and not disturb your sleep too."</em></div><br /><div></div><div>Too bad he never listen, the kicks wake me up on and off, so no choice, have to sleep on my side or on my back whole night. Once i move, he kicks. Not only i get insomia, i have pimples all over my face and bad hair day every morning. </div><div></div><br /><div>See how swollen are my legs:</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140690910323765858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4TmqBT6uEqhCbOAs2l6IZ5Brkt4f0WgK8_VrloqtnHTnrsqnRxbq5sXOD-swwNH6n9E_JMaykSg8GGN22fueZu3cfpn43jgOaUgYAPa5FvRNwTZCpcv9QNQE_24Qjwj85b_RNSYYki-M/s200/PICT0054.JPG" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"></script></div>syhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930821417917802757noreply@blogger.com0