If you could imagine the position of cubicles in a U-shape : On the left tip sits Leg@l Dept (L), while the right tip just got occupied by the Qu@lity Mgmt (Q) Dept. The rest of the alphabet is filled people from my dept (C).
L : Eh, Q Dept is moving in. Taking our cubicles somemore.
C1 : Your cubicles?
L : Yalar, those 4 are reserved for us. Look, my files are occupying those areas. Then your dept took 1 from us for your Plasma TV project. Now left 3 only.
C1 : No choice ler. Big Boss' instructions. After all, you don't need so many cubicles.
L : Ok larr... But I cannot stand Q's music lar. Always switch on dunno what channel, with dunno wat songs..
C2 : Ya ya, I agree. somemore she point her radio towards our dept. Already my dept got our own radio. Now I have noise coming from both sides.
C1 : Wah you get to listen to 2 channels. Ok wat?
C2 : Aiyer, crazy meh. She listens to all those yucky oldies and slow rock.
C1 : Yalar, you know I kenot tahan those 80's music and Malay rock... Eh no offence ar, L.
L : No lar. I Malay also kenot stand it. It's as if those rockers got stuck in some forgotten era. Always with their sad slow rock. Or should I say, soft rock.
C1 : Not fair lar, Q sits alone there, but her radio blasts until our side here.
C2: You know what? I always walk over to her radio and lower down the volume.
C1 : But you know what also? When she comes back, she will make it louder again! Haha... I think she knows lar.
C2 : Don't care ler. That day I had to play Avril on my PC to drown out her music.
C3 : Hmm... what are you grrls talking about ah?
C1, C2 & L gives knowing looks towards Q dept, with colleague Q out on an errand.
C3 : Ohhh... Why don't we just take out her batteries??
C2 : Har?? Won't that be obvious??
C1 : No lar, she will think the ghosts from next door cemetery came to steal her batteries.
C2 : What can we do ar? Can't ask her to point her radio the other side. Reception is better near our corner.
L : I know, I know! Shh... We'll just drip some water, drop by drop into her radio lar. She won't know what. The circuits will kaput and we won't get to listen to those noise anymore.
C2 : Wah, terror lar you!!
C1 : So bad!
C3 : Pssst... get back to work, she's here!
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Monday, June 21, 2004
coming back full circle
Some things in my life are really coming back full circle now.
1) Caught up with Irene last year while attending GCF's Ibridge camp. Coincidentally we first met at FES' Young Teens' Camp 10 years back and had been penpals for a short while. Now that we're reunited, my cousin's jealous coz we're getting to be rather good buddies :P
2) My childhood best friend's family (including her sis) are moving down to Klang Valley. We've been bosom buddies during my stay in Kelantan and I can't believe they bought a house in Subang USJ! It's gonna be like the good ol' days again :D
3) The said cousin (who thinks Irene is leaking out secrets about him to me) just got married to a childhood friend of mine from Penang! I got kinda suspicious when I saw her name in the e-invitation card. And guess what? She emailed me last week and she still remembers me! This is such a small world :Þ
Things to thank God for : Isn't He so wonderful? I thought I lost my friends when I moved all over the country. Now He's brought them back into my life. For that, I am a blessed being :))
1) Caught up with Irene last year while attending GCF's Ibridge camp. Coincidentally we first met at FES' Young Teens' Camp 10 years back and had been penpals for a short while. Now that we're reunited, my cousin's jealous coz we're getting to be rather good buddies :P
2) My childhood best friend's family (including her sis) are moving down to Klang Valley. We've been bosom buddies during my stay in Kelantan and I can't believe they bought a house in Subang USJ! It's gonna be like the good ol' days again :D
3) The said cousin (who thinks Irene is leaking out secrets about him to me) just got married to a childhood friend of mine from Penang! I got kinda suspicious when I saw her name in the e-invitation card. And guess what? She emailed me last week and she still remembers me! This is such a small world :Þ
Things to thank God for : Isn't He so wonderful? I thought I lost my friends when I moved all over the country. Now He's brought them back into my life. For that, I am a blessed being :))
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
queer (not!) eye for the straight guy
Staring into the PC for hours at end, day after day has rendered my eye... not useless, but I think it's not as good as it was. I can proudly say that I had perfect vision before I discovered the many wonderful things you can do with a PC. Well, there was a PC in our house, but we only did stuff like spreadsheets, simple document, basic DOS... who am I kidding? Most of the time my brother and I would be there playing games! Those were the days of Lemming, Prince of Persia and PacMan. :D
Anyways, I noticed my vision wasn't as sharp as before. Found some simple eye exercies that I could do. I did think of getting glasses, but didn't want to depend so much on it. I heard that if you were to take them out and wear 'em once in awhile, it could get worse. There are also people whose eyesight has gotten better after wearing 'em. But I figured, since the power ain't that high, I can still do something about it. Don't think the intelligent specky look is for me lar.
So there I was sitting in my cubicle. I was looking at the furthest point in the office and then back to the newspapers on my desk, back to the end of the room and forth and so on. This was to avoid having short-sightedness due to much staring at the monitor.
I was trying to make out the letterings on the door of the meeting room when I noticed the guy from the next department looking back at me. I was a little startled, then looked elsewhere to give him the impression that I was not staring at him. It occurred to me that since he was sitting in the front cubicle, maybe he must've thought I was admiring him. All those staring and staring. Gasp! Just about 15 degrees to the left (this is an approximate angle as calculated by my intelligent mind hehe) of the letterings I was trying to make out, was where he was sitting.
I didn't give much thought to that incident. I continued my eye exercises, with my eyes making squares, figure 8's, the diagonal lines in the British flag and even doing them with my eyes closed. A few times I caught myself staring through him, but actually I was really looking at the letterings. The words "Meeting Room" was a bit blur, but sometimes on good days I can see it quite clearly. This is surely an improvement. What the heck if he thinks I'm admiring him :P
Anyways, I noticed my vision wasn't as sharp as before. Found some simple eye exercies that I could do. I did think of getting glasses, but didn't want to depend so much on it. I heard that if you were to take them out and wear 'em once in awhile, it could get worse. There are also people whose eyesight has gotten better after wearing 'em. But I figured, since the power ain't that high, I can still do something about it. Don't think the intelligent specky look is for me lar.
So there I was sitting in my cubicle. I was looking at the furthest point in the office and then back to the newspapers on my desk, back to the end of the room and forth and so on. This was to avoid having short-sightedness due to much staring at the monitor.
I was trying to make out the letterings on the door of the meeting room when I noticed the guy from the next department looking back at me. I was a little startled, then looked elsewhere to give him the impression that I was not staring at him. It occurred to me that since he was sitting in the front cubicle, maybe he must've thought I was admiring him. All those staring and staring. Gasp! Just about 15 degrees to the left (this is an approximate angle as calculated by my intelligent mind hehe) of the letterings I was trying to make out, was where he was sitting.
I didn't give much thought to that incident. I continued my eye exercises, with my eyes making squares, figure 8's, the diagonal lines in the British flag and even doing them with my eyes closed. A few times I caught myself staring through him, but actually I was really looking at the letterings. The words "Meeting Room" was a bit blur, but sometimes on good days I can see it quite clearly. This is surely an improvement. What the heck if he thinks I'm admiring him :P
Monday, June 14, 2004
spa and massage p3
Prickly. Ya.. and a little itchy too. Maybe that's becoz it was my first time. I hadn't done this kinda thing before. So there I was, slowly undressing. Although the aircond was on, but the dim lights and scented room made it felt rather warm... Hmm.. maybe I should just skip this part, don't want people to start imagining myself naked :P
Oh-kays, but some people might just be interested in how a body scrub goes. ;) I was getting a little uncomfy lying down on the bed. There was more baring of the skin compared to the massage! The same Indo lady massaged the concoction of seaweed and loofah goo all over my body. I realised some prickly sensation on certain parts of my skin. Indo lady assured me that this was quite normal. Just bear it for awhile, and I'll be getting silky smooth skin in no time.
After covering myself from the neck down with the greenish stuff, she wrapped me up in a large plastic sheet. I felt like a christmas present. Maybe this is how stuffed turkeys feel like. Marinated all over and covered in aluminium foil. Except that I wasn't going into the oven.
I must've been lying there for ages when the 15-min time limit was up. She carefully unwrapped me, like how one would unwrap a roasted turkey. I stepped into a sarong which she was holding and went into the shower. It felt so good having the water run over me. All those pricklyness went away together with the flowing water. My skin really felt silky smooth. She didn't bluff me! I'm beginning to feel all pampered again.
Then back into the massage room for a final massage with essential oil. This only lasted for about 10 minutes, but it was good enough. I had the option of having a full body massage, but that of course means full payment lah. And besides, I had an appointment with Rene.
Before leaving the Nail Studio (yes, they specialise in manicures and pedicures, but they have body treatments as well) I found out that I still had about RM3 left from the voucher. Hmmm... what I shall pamper myself with next? :D
Oh-kays, but some people might just be interested in how a body scrub goes. ;) I was getting a little uncomfy lying down on the bed. There was more baring of the skin compared to the massage! The same Indo lady massaged the concoction of seaweed and loofah goo all over my body. I realised some prickly sensation on certain parts of my skin. Indo lady assured me that this was quite normal. Just bear it for awhile, and I'll be getting silky smooth skin in no time.
After covering myself from the neck down with the greenish stuff, she wrapped me up in a large plastic sheet. I felt like a christmas present. Maybe this is how stuffed turkeys feel like. Marinated all over and covered in aluminium foil. Except that I wasn't going into the oven.
I must've been lying there for ages when the 15-min time limit was up. She carefully unwrapped me, like how one would unwrap a roasted turkey. I stepped into a sarong which she was holding and went into the shower. It felt so good having the water run over me. All those pricklyness went away together with the flowing water. My skin really felt silky smooth. She didn't bluff me! I'm beginning to feel all pampered again.
Then back into the massage room for a final massage with essential oil. This only lasted for about 10 minutes, but it was good enough. I had the option of having a full body massage, but that of course means full payment lah. And besides, I had an appointment with Rene.
Before leaving the Nail Studio (yes, they specialise in manicures and pedicures, but they have body treatments as well) I found out that I still had about RM3 left from the voucher. Hmmm... what I shall pamper myself with next? :D
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
plagiarism
I was there after Rene had her "confrontation" with the "thief".
She was mildly glad that she had gotten it over with. After all, I don't think it was a pleasant experience. Even though she wasn't in the wrong. Still, you don't know how confrontations will turn out to be. Especially if you hardly know the other person.
Halfway through our shopping (what's the opposite of spree?), he called to apologise some more. I wouldn't call him a thief. He was ignorant. Just like how I was, until I learnt what plagiarism was!
This copying business was the rage in campus. Having so many assignments, projects and papers to pass up, and with the internet so readily available... it was just too easy picking up information and pasting onto our documents.
Everyone did it, and no one said anything about it being wrong. Of course, claiming something which is not ours, as ours, is wrong. Most of the time we would quote our references and link the information in footnotes or in the appendix.
One day, or maybe somehow someday, we learnt about this thing called "plagiarism" and we realised that we could be sued for what we have been doing all these while. But since I'm the smart one (LOL!) I made sure I edited those sentences until they bore no semblance to the original articles. That won't be called plagiarism, would it? :D
No wonder I took forever to do my final year project thesis.
She was mildly glad that she had gotten it over with. After all, I don't think it was a pleasant experience. Even though she wasn't in the wrong. Still, you don't know how confrontations will turn out to be. Especially if you hardly know the other person.
Halfway through our shopping (what's the opposite of spree?), he called to apologise some more. I wouldn't call him a thief. He was ignorant. Just like how I was, until I learnt what plagiarism was!
This copying business was the rage in campus. Having so many assignments, projects and papers to pass up, and with the internet so readily available... it was just too easy picking up information and pasting onto our documents.
Everyone did it, and no one said anything about it being wrong. Of course, claiming something which is not ours, as ours, is wrong. Most of the time we would quote our references and link the information in footnotes or in the appendix.
One day, or maybe somehow someday, we learnt about this thing called "plagiarism" and we realised that we could be sued for what we have been doing all these while. But since I'm the smart one (LOL!) I made sure I edited those sentences until they bore no semblance to the original articles. That won't be called plagiarism, would it? :D
No wonder I took forever to do my final year project thesis.
Monday, June 07, 2004
spa and massage p2
Massage was pretty good. I was half expecting to doze off in the middle of it. But manalar tau, I was grimacing in pain instead. I think the masseuse gave me the traditional body massage instead of the aromatherapy treatment.
Since this was my first time, I felt strange being clotheless. In front of a stranger. I hoped she wouldn't notice the bumps and lumps on my body :P But I think it was more like the lack of it that worried me more. :D
I think, I shouldn't have indulged in a filling banana leaf rice just before that. Felt really strange when she started her stunts on my back. And I have this ticklish tendency on my sides. So had to suppress myself from regurgitating my lunch and laughing at the same time. The back rubs were long and soothing.
Then she moved down to the legs and feet. Then up to the arms and hands. Ended each of these by pulling my fingers and toes until they produced a cracking sound. The neck massage must've been the best. I wished it lasted forever. And there's this technique which I didn't expect, the one that Indian barbers usually do for their customers at the end of a haircut. Where they will shake your head sideways and give a sudden twist to the side, making a loud sound as if you just broke your neck! Hmm... now my neck feels a bit loose, hope the screws are all intact.
ps : will have to go for the body scrub another week coz her slots were full for the day.
Since this was my first time, I felt strange being clotheless. In front of a stranger. I hoped she wouldn't notice the bumps and lumps on my body :P But I think it was more like the lack of it that worried me more. :D
I think, I shouldn't have indulged in a filling banana leaf rice just before that. Felt really strange when she started her stunts on my back. And I have this ticklish tendency on my sides. So had to suppress myself from regurgitating my lunch and laughing at the same time. The back rubs were long and soothing.
Then she moved down to the legs and feet. Then up to the arms and hands. Ended each of these by pulling my fingers and toes until they produced a cracking sound. The neck massage must've been the best. I wished it lasted forever. And there's this technique which I didn't expect, the one that Indian barbers usually do for their customers at the end of a haircut. Where they will shake your head sideways and give a sudden twist to the side, making a loud sound as if you just broke your neck! Hmm... now my neck feels a bit loose, hope the screws are all intact.
ps : will have to go for the body scrub another week coz her slots were full for the day.
Friday, June 04, 2004
spa and massage
Yay! Looking forward to this weekend!
Made an appointment with the spa lady. Was surprised that I managed to get an afternoon slot with her tomorrow. Thought weekends would be packed.
Anyways, I'm finally gonna utilise the spa voucher my grrlfriends gave me for my birthday. No time mah. Was planning to take leave just to pamper myself. But then again, don't think it's such a wise idea. I'll probably be so relaxed that I don't have mood to go to work liao.
Since there's this promotion going on, I think I might just be able to squeeze in a full body massage, body scrub and maybe foot spa :D See how.
Abit scared lar. First time doing this. Baring my body to strangers. The last time I did that was during a minor op, but I was knocked out unconscious by the aneasthesia, so that doesn't really count.
One of my grrlfriends got a massage voucher for Leon@rd Dr@ke and had the "privilege" of being rubbed at the "chests". Being a first timer, she felt er, strange. But then again, there's a first time for everything, right? :D
Made an appointment with the spa lady. Was surprised that I managed to get an afternoon slot with her tomorrow. Thought weekends would be packed.
Anyways, I'm finally gonna utilise the spa voucher my grrlfriends gave me for my birthday. No time mah. Was planning to take leave just to pamper myself. But then again, don't think it's such a wise idea. I'll probably be so relaxed that I don't have mood to go to work liao.
Since there's this promotion going on, I think I might just be able to squeeze in a full body massage, body scrub and maybe foot spa :D See how.
Abit scared lar. First time doing this. Baring my body to strangers. The last time I did that was during a minor op, but I was knocked out unconscious by the aneasthesia, so that doesn't really count.
One of my grrlfriends got a massage voucher for Leon@rd Dr@ke and had the "privilege" of being rubbed at the "chests". Being a first timer, she felt er, strange. But then again, there's a first time for everything, right? :D
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
shots for papa
Shh...! Don't tell my papa I made this for Father's Day :D It's supposed to be a surprise hehe...
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
the one with the sunscreen advice
You may have heard this some years back. I remembered it was quite a famous "song" that time because it wasn't exactly a song, but at the same time not rap even though the guy didn't "sing" it out. (Thanks to Adele for the forward - highlights hers) :
Baz Luhrman/Everybody's Free (to Wear Sunscreen)
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis
more reliable than my own meandering experience
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth
until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can’t grasp now
how much possibility lay before you and
how fabulous you really looked.
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future;
or worry, but know that worrying is as effective
as trying to solve an algebra equation
by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life
are apt to be things that never crossed
your worried mind;
the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,
don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy;
sometimes you’re ahead,
sometimes you’re behind
the race is long, and in the end,
it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22
what they wanted to do with their lives,
some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees,
you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll divorce at 40,
maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary
what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself
too much or berate yourself either
your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can
don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it,
it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings;
they are the best link to your past and the people
most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,
but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle
because the older you get,
the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once,
but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once,
but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise,
politicians will philander,
you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble and children
respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse;
but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair,
or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy,
but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia,
dispensing it is a way of fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off,
painting over the ugly parts and selling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen
Baz Luhrman/Everybody's Free (to Wear Sunscreen)
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis
more reliable than my own meandering experience
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth
until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can’t grasp now
how much possibility lay before you and
how fabulous you really looked.
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future;
or worry, but know that worrying is as effective
as trying to solve an algebra equation
by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life
are apt to be things that never crossed
your worried mind;
the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,
don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy;
sometimes you’re ahead,
sometimes you’re behind
the race is long, and in the end,
it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22
what they wanted to do with their lives,
some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees,
you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll divorce at 40,
maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary
what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself
too much or berate yourself either
your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can
don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it,
it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings;
they are the best link to your past and the people
most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,
but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle
because the older you get,
the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once,
but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once,
but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise,
politicians will philander,
you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble and children
respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse;
but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair,
or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy,
but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia,
dispensing it is a way of fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off,
painting over the ugly parts and selling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen
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