fresh week after raya

I am so proud that my internship report is darned thick, even though it is full of crap.

Included inside is:

The actual report:
::50 pages of report; including how to use the scanner or how to print a document

The exaggerated appendix section:
::60 pages of company staff profile
::20 pages of the program code that I explained in the report
::10 pages of activity log book such as how to use the scanner or how to print a document
::10 pages of separator, table of content, an acknowledgement

Today, the sun is shining and the sky is clear. So while waiting Hoshi sun basking, I just turn on the PC and listen to Justin Timberlake’s new single.

I was advised to go to the university later and ask how to get the document of proof to show that I have already finished my degree course. This would make it smoother for me to get a job.

Apart of my friends who are happy with their job or happy with the money that they get, I talked with the people like me online. They are having really fun jobs that they love so much.

These few people are in important posts in the advertising and marketing field. They are willing to be devoted with their career, spending the hours in their life into it, and in return:

::They are satisfied of doing tasks that they are passionate about
::They get really a lot of money. Some even afford a Vios at an age younger than me
::They got to travel all over the world, and eat and shop

But the main thing is that they can more than afford to take care of themselves.

I am hungry. I should eat at the university. Miss the cheap good food.

Yeah, this is another pointless entry again.

fashion gala

Introducing the latest trend for the so-called kiasu very high class people.

Wearing a very expensive and uniquely (read: weirdly) cut blazer, the person must fit in an affordable laid back (read: cheap Visit Langkawi) t-shirt inside.

This stylish apparel is best worn on formal occasions such as when the model is invigilating and assessing student exams.

To add the chic of the top ensemble, one must wear maroon colored corduroy pants (read: foreign worker) which is very effective to raise eyebrows.

The blazer is suggested to be always buttoned so as to heighten the curiosity of the audience of wondering whether the t-shirt inside is a cheap Langkawi t-shirt or a Versace baby-T with a loud statement “Blonde rules” printed on it. This is most effective while invigilating students, because it would lose their concentration of doing the exam and focusing on what's inside the blazer and also the t-shirt instead. Sexy.

To complete the whole attire, the wearer should bring together a small pink tote bag, with English floral golden stitches, and have a small mini LampBerger aromatherapy oil lamp in it. While sitting down and give the student marks, the owner should show his class by gracefully lift the tote bag closely to the nose, and breath through the oil lamp while the audience indulge the moment.

Follow the fashion above carefully, and voila, you will be the next male Tyra Banks.

money for love?

Have you ever being blinded by love?

People who are blinded with love sometimes wouldn't listen to other people's opinion. They were being told that there could be a possibility that the affair wouldn't last but they would still go for it.

Worse still, they would hastily put investments in it, before considering the risks. Especially when it comes to buying gifts.

People would tend to do ridiculous purchasing when they are blinded by love. They have too much hots for the person that they thought would be their eternal significant other which alter their rational judgment.

Sometimes extravagant purchasing when you are fooled by love would be hidden from known by public. Or, the story how suddenly expensive stuff appear would be explained in a way so that people won't know that you have already burnt your pocket because of it.



The effects.


If the purchase was too big, it would affect the person's economic stability. The person would suddenly have burden on paying back debts, or to support his own self to live, to eat, and to pay bills.

The so-called lover will measure your proof of love and care by the material value that you can provide regularly. It would come to a time that you couldn't afford it no more.

Whence the love already ended, the person will lose not only his so-called lover, but also his huge investments.

Therefore, we must always try to tell ourselves that whenever we are blinded by love, we should try and use the walking stick gave by our friends; their subtle hint of advice.

something to write at 3 AM

It's kind of a weird feeling to write a few postings at an odd hour like this. I am in the cyber cafe across the street, and I am quite drowsy. But my heart did not want to let me sleep.

What would I want to write about right now? Oh yeah, something that I have wanted to write about my life, but I hadn't got the right mood to arrange the words. But let me try writing this when I am like not really 100 percent conscious. It might be interesting.

I have been dating a lot of people. I cannot say that I got into any mature relationships yet. The longest that lasted, was only for one week period. Anyway. Throughout these few meets with different people, I got to experience some stuff.

I got to know this fella during our blind date at KLCC. He was driving his big brother's car, and he looked quite cute. A guy which is younger two years of my age. We were really into each other and met each other for almost everyday, for a whole week. I even brought him to eat pizza with my close friends at Mega Mall. He was a sweet talker, as sweet as his face. And we even studied in the same field.

Sadly, it ended as fast as the way it started. He sent me an sms saying that he's meeting a friend. I trusted him, but after the meet, he said that it was not only a friend. It was a fling. I was really upset, I felt like the world is literally upside down. I became dizzy and did not even know how to respond. But it was my friend the drama teacher who told me to do what's best; just ditch him off and move on.

It was heartbreaking.

The funny thing was that my junior hooked up with him recently, which is a few years after I knew this fella. He was brought to the world that I am in, visiting my school orchestra and all. Luckily I wasn't there and if I bumped into him during orchestra rehearsals, that would be a heck of an awkward moment.

And there was this hot guy who made me happy on the first day we met. And after that we kept on contacting each other, and he said he liked me because I am not gorgeous but just nice; a safe type of person to have relationship with. But he was the kind of outgoing person, always with his job, and his clubbing life, and always been outstation. And then one fine day when it was agreed for him to meet me for the second time, he stood me up.

The reason he gave; was that he has not keeping himself fit and he was too fat to meet me at that time. It was just beyond stupid.

Another guy that I met was a confused bisexual who wasn't sure of what he wanted. The thing that he emphasized during the first meet was that, I am a potential candidate for him, but I should give my effort of getting him. So actually I did. I kept in touch with him. I met him and dated him a few times. But in the end he wanted a relationship without physical contact. I left him because I do not want something between platonic and a real relationship.

These are the three few dates that I could remember at least for now (considering that I am not fully awake now, haha). I am not trying to make myself look like a sad person here. But what I could say is, I tried a lot of times to get into a relationship but I failed. And it doesn't mean that the world ends just there. You failed to get into one relationship, you just don't take it too hard, get up and move on.

This is quite easy to say but hard to apply, but what else is better?

I find myself falling in love too easily with people. But with the help of the drama teacher, I have learned to handle ugly situations and accept rejections and move on. It's no use of wasting my life waiting for something that would not happen. Often that when I got to know someone that I like, I would jump into cloud nine and forgot reality. I am still learning on how to be more cautious next time.

the prodigal son

Eidulfitr.
I do not know what has gotten into me.

But I was being passive for the whole time when we were in Taiping, at my mom's childhood place.

I was being impolite of not shaking hands with everyone.

I slept most of the time, in the room, and mom kept on scolding that I don't mix around.

And then I sulked, and that was when mom said that I should pack my bags and my family would send me to the bus station on the second day.

I suddenly became fresh and packed my stuff, and I even got the luck of getting the ticket home for the bus which was departing fifteen minutes after I arrived at the Kemunting station.

No, there was no argument between me and mom.

But it was like an awkward moment when we actually talked to each other.

I arrived at my apartment at two in the morning, and I was still wondering, what is wrong.

There is nothing to be proud of, but it made me wonder of my own self.

Perhaps it was for the better for both sides; I had to go back early, and she would still have a nice time at kampung without me, and my other siblings are still around.

I don't know.

short, sad entry?

There are so many different ways that people acted when they succumb to loneliness.

Someone here pointing the knife on the wrist, touching it softly under the skin. Thoughts running in the mind, whether to end this life or not.

Somebody there hugging the pillow alone on the bed, crying softly into tears.

Someone would go for shopping therapy, walking aimlessly in the mall. The surrounding is full of people, but still, deep inside, you'd feel alone.

Another person would go for weird cravings, buying gold and stuff.

Loneliness would come. It's a phase of life. It's just how wise should we handle it.

so you think you are fashionable is it?

Somebody anonymous had been giving unwanted comments on my blog lately. He says that I am cheapskate, and he says that Jaya Jusco is a cheapskate store.

Well, personally I and my group of friends are offended with this kind of “vogue than thou” people. They think money can buy style, and they think that the price tag and the brand are the only meaning of being fashionable.

We, have already experienced knowing people who buy Versace and wears gold and he looked like a sad old drag queen. He could have looked better and great if he channeled his expenditure more wisely and have better taste. Or at least accept advice from his friends.

I don't really like to blog about my series of blind dates, but this one is relevant to what I am talking about. There is this one guy who thinks that LV is cheapskate for bringing Siti Nurhaliza during their official launch. Wrong person to bitch about Siti, yah. And then he can amazingly impressively talk about Dior Homme, Calvin Klein and what nots.

But on the night that I met him, he drove the ugliest local car that we all would not like. A Kenari. That one is still okay, but when I entered, the whole car reeked of a person with bad breath. Who else if not him, because he said that he stuff everything under the sun into his diet. Perhaps that includes Madagascar roaches too.

He had the palest sick looking skin that made all my fair-skinned friends look like Baywatch lifeguards. And he said that he is already tanned.

He had the weirdest haircut which elongates the front part, and he combed it center parted. I don't care if you cut your hair at Acut Above, but if that's the product, it's such an insult.

So.

These people who claimed that they have taste, actually don't. Name brands and price tags are not everything.

And oh please do not talk about fashion ( I mean, please do not EVEN open your mouth at all) if your mouth stinks like a garbage bin.

even ning sang the song entitled drama

Someone told me that he is not into people who have drama in their life.

How can that possibly be?

A relationship is not only about sharing the good things in life. True, we could have fun skiing or have a vacation in Bali together. We could even have a lovely time cuddling each other while cooking a nice meal for dinner.

But we also seek shelter from our partner. A word of caring advice. A word of concern and love. When we are down and when we have a harsh time, we will seek our significant other for comfort.

I admit that I myself have drama in life. Who doesn’t? If you are that impossibly strong and you don’t experience any drama; that means that you are cold inside. You can survive at any condition, and you don’t need a relationship.

Perhaps you would need friends to have fun, or a bed partner; but not a relationship.

Because you don’t want drama.

time is golden you knows

A good Swatch can cost you around three hundred bucks.

One fine day, when I went back home for sahur, and spent the rest of the day doing my report, I realized that I misplaced my favorite Seiko dream watch.

Misplacing a small thing like a watch at my parents’ house is like dropping it randomly from the sky above the Amazon jungle. You will need a special search team and very hi-tech gadgets to go and find the thing that you dropped.

I gave up searching for it at the moment, and hope that I will find it in future.

But I still feel the torture of glancing at my wrist to look at the time but all I can see is my over tanned skin as a result of swimming at midday.

That explains the exclusive Skin Swatch photo, dear readers.

Now I not only can watch at my skin, but also watch my Skin Swatch watch.

Anyway.

I bought this Swatch at The Curve for ten bucks. Hik.

p/s: I found already my Seiko by the time I posted this blog. Hm….

the four letter word

Marvel at my new FCUK jeans, everyone. It’s not everyday that I can afford to buy one.

With the right color tone, diagonal rough lines and artistic faded spots, I fell in love with these pair of denim pants at first sight.

I have bought a few Bodyglove t-shirts, so it was time for me to get a pair of jeans.

And this one is the nicest jeans that I have, so far.

But I am just kidding; actually it’s not FCUK.

It’s just SAM from Jusco, at sixty bucks. Just pulling your leg. Hik.

islam in schools

An article on The Sun, October 11th.
I summarized it so that it would be easier for you to read.

The assertion that the country’s educational system is Islamic is already starting to worry some parents, especially non-Muslims.

Still some cannot be blamed for worrying. Abdullah characterized the country’s education as Islamic at a ceremony to mark the completion of Quran learning under the J-QAF program for pupils of selected primary schools. J stands for Jawi, A stands for Arabic script and Q is for Quran.

The objective is to ensure that a Muslim child is well grounded in his religious knowledge by the time he leaves school.

While that may be so, the concern of the non-Muslim parents is understandable considering that a few schools tried surreptitiously to teach Arabic to all pupils. Howls of protest from the non-Muslim parents and a declaration by the education ministry that this program is only for Muslim dealt a dearth blow the effort of the over-zealous teachers.

The religious sensitivities of the others should be taken into consideration. This could very well part of the PAS-Umno polemic to win and retain Muslim support, but the concern of the non-Muslims cannot be ignored.

What Abdullah had said- was a simple observation based on the fact that nothing taught in school is un-Islamic. But the concern and fear is that the assertion will be exploited by overzealous officials and teachers to add on Islamic elements in the schools.


What I think:

The assertive action of these overzealous (wah, I learn a new word today. Siaplah I overuse this word) religious teachers is not correct. They could have opened the options to the non-Muslims to choose to learn Arabic but NOT forcing them to learn it.

But teaching the Arabic language in an opened manner is quite a complicated thing. Some parents might get a little bit worried since Arabic is associated with the Muslim religion. Perhaps the Arabic language could be taught separately and the pupils should be taught on how to converse on general daily stuff rather than things that are closely related to the Islamic teachings.

I think the option of learning a new language should always be encouraged. One says that you can be a genius if you can empower three or more languages, and we could see that those who understand more languages have better chances in their career in life.

Today we could see the active progress of diplomatic and economic ties between our country and the Middle East cities, especially Dubai. More and more people here were transferred there to work with them. To able to speak in their mother tongue is certainly an advantage, especially when you are posted there for months.

just nonsense here

The career gals around me really envy me nowadays. I am back to my holiday mood of sleeping at the wrong hour and waking up at the bizarre timing too.

Recently I also had a small celebration for myself (this is just a lame excuse, I do admit that I have a weird shopping habit at sudden period of time) and this time I really shopped until I drop.

I bought a new pair of red chili BodyKnits swimming trunks, and three Bodyglove t-shirts, one red-white stripey belt, and the Dorm Thai supernatural movie DVD (can’t categorize it as ‘horror flick’ because dramatic teacher won’t agree with that, hik).

Recently I had dinner with a friend at Genki Sushi and with the university gang at Secret Recipe too.

And one thing that I regret buying was the new compilation CD of Siti Nurhaliza with nothing new in it, except Because You Loved Me which I can actually download from the net, anytime soon.

Due to my overwhelming expenditure, I realized that I am on tight budget again so now I survived on bread and eggs but yesterday I cooked myself the instant four bucks macaroni and cheese.

Now I still have one burden which is quite hard to do, when I am in my holiday mood: my internship report. Well, I still need to do it though…

this internship has come to its end

It’s one hour to go before my lecturer will come and have an assessment on my industrial training here at Jalan Raja Chulan.

Months passed so swiftly, and now finally (even though it is quite weird to admit it ) this is the last day of myself being an internship trainee.

A lot of things had happened in those few months.

Siti Nurhaliza’s grandeur wedding.

I had my nail bleed and broken and it grew back again.

My bike was confiscated by the authority for parking illegally at the curb.

Our friend had his drama of attachment from a foreign country and it did not work out.

The KL LV boutique renovated and re-launched.

I started to swim every afternoon.

Alam Shah won the band competition at ISME, KL Convention Centre, along with its politics.

Hoshi started calling me “Mama”.

Hik. Iguanas don’t speak at the first place, okay.

And yeah, I went to a foreign country, the wild Southern part of Thailand; Phuket and Hatyai.

I am quite lucky (again) that everything went smoothly, and another phase is going to pass. Regardless that I felt like being a useless bum at the first few weeks, it went better and better and I had fun.

So I guess this is it! A few hours and I am jobless again. Can’t wait for stay-ups and napping in mid-day…

p/s: Look at the map. The Jalan Tengah Jalan is the jalan where we always buy our breakfast and lunch. But we bought the food tepi jalan la, not tengah jalan.

the expected new local four wheel drive

I have promised to show the picture of the new design of Kembara speculated on the net.

Since Perodua has this join venture with Toyota, we could see that they have the tendency to have the same design as Toyota cars.

This Kembara reminds me so much of Toyota Rav 4.

I wonder when are they going have a deal with Honda. Then we can have local Honda Civic-ish cars.. Nice.

i am sweet

Some of my friends are so going to glare their eyes on me.
Guess what I have bought?

I smell sweet now.
DKNY Be Delicious.

But I only bought an imitation from Watson, which is 1/20 of the original price.
Hik.

discovery channel

Located at a major office in Jalan Raja Chulan, we discovered a new species of tiny creature lying on top of my colleague’s left palm.

This new identified species is of white colour, in liquid form. It has not been informed to the established scientific centers on the emerge of this new creature.

We have decided to declare this new creature’s name as:

la-little-drop-lotion-cream.sp

very short blog::::a gift from a friend

Yesterday I got a gift from a friend and a card.

The card is cute.

I put the parcel and the card in the hall.

about internship lor

These few days I was quite occupied with writing the log book on the tasks that I have done throughout my internship in the office. I was so eye fatigued, I did not even have the mood to find an idea to blog.

Anyway, talking about internship, please refer to the picture above.

See anything weird?

No, not the phone on the desktop CPU.

See again.

Got it?

Yeah, I had to lift the old ancient laptop given to me to cool it down. It heats up very fast.

I was watching a live soap opera again. But this time I was so involved, I was in fury.

That Friday night; me, and my housemate followed the boss to another club in KL. We went there just to entertain the boss’s friend from Thailand who is having his six day holiday in Kuala Lumpur.

So we finally entered the club and there was an event, I mean, competition of drag queens impersonating Whitney Houston or Janet Jackson.

Our Thai friend was restless. He was holding the Carlsberg bottle with his right hand, look bored. Perhaps he wanted to dance.

After a while he went to the gents. It took him a while to join us again.

Because of the event, the whole big hall was a big stagnant, no one was dancing; to watch the competition. I went downstairs to the retro dance floor to check it out but since it was not a Saturday night, no one was down there. I would be a fool if I dance there alone.

I went back upstairs and the boss was upset. He suspected that the Thai visitor was up to no good at the toilet. I checked out but I saw him doing his hair in front of the toilet mirror. Nothing suspicious. I assured the boss that nothing to be worried about.

After the very long unwanted drag queen event ended, they returned the dance floor to the crowd.

Spotlights, laser beams, and booming speakers filled up the hall.

And then it happened.

Thai guy suddenly went straight to the other side of the hall, ignoring me complimenting his jacket.

One by one, a series of guys approached him.

While drinking his beer, they were laughing, holding each other’s neck, talking closely at the ear.

It was something that I do not expected. We tried to justify the situation; we just see it as something that good looking guys will have to counter with; the long stream of guys trying to lure them.

The boss was really in his low moods and went straight downstairs, isolating himself.

I ignored the situation and continued to dance. Even though I tried to believe in the theory that I made up about good looking guys, deep in me I think Thai guy shouldn’t have go and respond to anyone flirting with him. Instead he should be with us, who are the hosts of his vacation.

I went on dancing with my housemate. And at a point, my housemate when downstairs to be with the boss and to comfort him.

I was dancing alone, trying to enjoy myself, and trying to ignore the sight of act of this inconsiderate visitor, but it really made me mad whenever I glanced at him with these unknown guys gathering around him.

After a while, I decided to go downstairs to meet my friends to go back home. With my sweetest face I could pretend with, I gave an eye signal to call the oh so gorgeous guy to follow me.

And then it became too obvious.

When we were downstairs, suddenly Mr Thai excused himself to go the toilet upstairs.

And not even a minute after that, one of the guys that he flirted with suddenly got a message in his phone. Immediately he went upstairs.

It was so clear that they are doing something upstairs at the toilet.

I can’t believe how this creature have treated my friend. I had four sticks that night.

It’s so sad that an account manager who at first gave the best impression of his friendliness and well manner, but at the end we discovered that he is a slut.

I really saluted the boss who kept his cool and decided to be a respectful host until the day he sent the visitor back to his land, for good.

That was the time when all the accusations of bad image being reflected clearly by the place human called as the disco.

When it was all only about fun.

When it was about people flirting among each other, in a meaningless manner.

When it is only about sex.

When that alcoholic drink really showed the disgraceful side of you.

A very disturbing drama indeed.

we are doomed

Scream. Get freaked out.

The fashion invaders from outer space have already attacked all Damansara malls.

I need a dark colored shirt to add to my wadrobe.

Therefore I went to Ikano to go to the hugest Seed and Padini boutique to see the shirts on sale. But when arrived there, there was no sale whatsoever. There were no huge boxes containing half-priced shirts. I tried to browse through those new arrivals, and they are not my type at all.

So I went to One Utama. Jusco was the first target and I went to the Seed and Padini section. Yes! They have those half priced shirts.

But all the shirts were ugly.

Imagine a deep purple shirt with fat black stripes. Doesn’t sound bad? Imagine something like immigrants would wear. Now you get the idea.

Imagine plain white Seed shirts with pale thin stripes. They are so common and prim and proper. And Seed; should NOT be prim and proper.

And then! I spotted this Padini shirt that cikgu dramatis have eyed before. It’s a shirt with stripes of different shade of green. It’s nice and it’s a hundred ringgit at original price. Now it’s sold at half price!

I immediately took the smallest size and tried it.

I felt like wearing a robe.

And that is S size.

What happened to Seed and Padini, which is supposed to cater the yuppy and the gay needs?

I went out of Jusco and went straight to Soda.

Soda is my favorite designer. It’s affordable and simple. And most of all the slim cut suits me very well. I was told that Soda is a Thai designer. No wonder.

Soda is located at the row of shops linking between the old and the new wing.

I walked to and fro. Eh? Where is Soda?

Oh my God. Soda is no longer there. For good. It’s already closed!

So I went to Key Ng. Key Ng has a loud set of shirt designs, and the price is quite loud too.

But when I browse through the shirts this time, they are either too plain and not worth buying, or too wrong for formal attire. Imagine a striped shirt with an abstract of coconut tree suddenly seen on top of it.

So I walked to the end of One Utama and entered U-Parkson.

The men department setting suddenly looks so weird. Most of the area are invaded with ugly unwanted Renoma shirt (Renoma is nice ONLY when you buy the brief or the tanga or the boxers). And the brand that I always look forward to see; Tony Jeans, is gone.

What? How come Tony Jeans is no longer here? And what’s left beside Renoma are names like Charles Jourdan (choi) and Bonia (double choi). This reminds me of the closing of Bods Bodyknits in MegaMall and you can only buy plain boring blue or black trunks from Ogival.

So I went back home, worried, shirtless.