Some say, "Its not that bad. You should be grateful with what you already have,".
Damnit.
I would have settle for a lot less for this shit to end!
Damnit.
I would have settle for a lot less for this shit to end!
Bread and Fish
When the vocals are perfect in harmony, the percussion is right on the beat and the instruments are, in fact, instrumental - you know you can feel the music direct to your heart as your finger starts tapping while your feet seems unrest on the carpet. Some would just lost in their dreams enjoying the creation of melody in their own fantasy and some would straight on stand up and joget in pleasure of celebrating the wonder of music.
Metaphorically.
Yet owh I would most probably be the one who enjoy the music silently, perhaps, preferably at least.
"It felt so right,"
The timing can never be better. The flow of the conversation was perfect; the moment of silence is just as good as those sweet words she and I recited in casual poetry. The fragrance of fresh green grass with blossoming jasmine and lilacs. The warm romantic lightings at the heart of the cool evening city under the full, (Well, nearly full la but you know when you're in this kind of situation everything is perfect heh) lunar experience. It was the music that has been missing for so long. It was often found in dreams, during lonely quiet moments on the bench by the local lakeside, during empty silence in the toilet; berak or whatsover, in the library while you're mendagu looking outside through the large windows.
The reality is now, finally, better than your dreams, and thus, the finger starts tapping.
It's just a beautifully written and performed song. Not long yet a meaningful symphony. It can be like those 2 hours long live jazz session on Wednesdays at Sandwiches I enjoy once a week or month. Good music is cool but I don't want to find a song to keep for life. Love is love and music is music. Well, metaphor is, in fact, metaphor. Yet, I find that to fabricate love with bread or fish is almost never relevant to the story as such strength of Romeo and Juliet we most often wish to be.
"Selling a gun for the first time is a lot like having sex for the first time,"
Well, that's different.
Love is a lot like a box of chocolate. Perhaps. You never know what you're gonna get. I, for one, is full of it. Chocolate I mean. A box of them to offer and yet, unopened for so long I fear it'll melt and sticky and blerh not that nice to eat.
Or.
Love is like the ocean. There're too many of them around but you have yet fish your own sexy wearing-only-clams-as-clothings mermaid. Well, perhaps you've lost your paddle for the sampan boat and everyone else nowadays is using the new Yamaha FX SHO Waverunner. You know how chicks dig cool rides kan?
Owh well, at least you got your sampan already. I'm still saving money for the bread. If you're not properly packed up you might get really hungry in the middle of the ocean.
Metaphorically.
Yet owh I would most probably be the one who enjoy the music silently, perhaps, preferably at least.
"It felt so right,"
The timing can never be better. The flow of the conversation was perfect; the moment of silence is just as good as those sweet words she and I recited in casual poetry. The fragrance of fresh green grass with blossoming jasmine and lilacs. The warm romantic lightings at the heart of the cool evening city under the full, (Well, nearly full la but you know when you're in this kind of situation everything is perfect heh) lunar experience. It was the music that has been missing for so long. It was often found in dreams, during lonely quiet moments on the bench by the local lakeside, during empty silence in the toilet; berak or whatsover, in the library while you're mendagu looking outside through the large windows.
The reality is now, finally, better than your dreams, and thus, the finger starts tapping.
It's just a beautifully written and performed song. Not long yet a meaningful symphony. It can be like those 2 hours long live jazz session on Wednesdays at Sandwiches I enjoy once a week or month. Good music is cool but I don't want to find a song to keep for life. Love is love and music is music. Well, metaphor is, in fact, metaphor. Yet, I find that to fabricate love with bread or fish is almost never relevant to the story as such strength of Romeo and Juliet we most often wish to be.
"Selling a gun for the first time is a lot like having sex for the first time,"
-Yuri Orlov in the movie Lord of War-
Well, that's different.
Love is a lot like a box of chocolate. Perhaps. You never know what you're gonna get. I, for one, is full of it. Chocolate I mean. A box of them to offer and yet, unopened for so long I fear it'll melt and sticky and blerh not that nice to eat.
Or.
Love is like the ocean. There're too many of them around but you have yet fish your own sexy wearing-only-clams-as-clothings mermaid. Well, perhaps you've lost your paddle for the sampan boat and everyone else nowadays is using the new Yamaha FX SHO Waverunner. You know how chicks dig cool rides kan?
Owh well, at least you got your sampan already. I'm still saving money for the bread. If you're not properly packed up you might get really hungry in the middle of the ocean.
I'm Not Unique
I'm not that very fond of being a stereotype. Yet, my previous entry, as I happen to like to read my own writings over and over, seems somewhat very typical. There are a lot of this topic been written around and I, apparently, have become the stereotype blogger. Well, actually perhaps always has been.
Sigh.
So, stereotype pon stereotype la.
Sigh.
So, stereotype pon stereotype la.
I Love KL and Selangor
Kuala Lumpur is awesome.
Well, I want to include Shah Alam, Petaling Jaya or Damansara in it but it's in Selangor and mentioning both doesn't sound that cool (See title) for a phrase and Klang Valley doesn't sound that commercial.
Anyway, I just read an article regarding how cool is KL from the newly found TimeOut KL magazine April issue and so often that we find so many have wrote about how much they love KL on and on till we go "Yeah all of us like KL too la so what meh?". I think it's about time that it's my turn to be among these "Say it out loud I love KL" group of people and touch about the matter I love so dearly- good food.
It's rather intriguing really that how can we actually easily find this whole range of food from mee goreng mapley, char kuey teow, Ramli burger, chicken rice and many other mouth-watering oily and calorie overloaded local range of cuisines at any time of the day around KL. People have 24-hours convenience store like Starmart, 7-Eleven, strip bar perhaps but here, there's no other better place in this world, selfishly claim, can fuel us up all night than our bottomless but paid teh tarik at kedai mamak near you.
Do we actually eat so much in a day that there're so many places to eat open 24-hours everyday? How does the economy demand and supply work? Does the 24-hours culture exists when the mamak stalls conveniently provide us the place to hangout at any time of the day or the people actually wants to hang out at any time of the day then the mamak owner saw a business opportunity there? I complicate things am I? Anyway, anything can go hot in the market nowadays. Bad singers can also be famous, stupidity can raise publicity, eating disgusting stuffs can top the rating on international television network, etc. What awesomeness created this awesome culture that it is awesome to lepak at Ameer Ali or Kopitiam awesomely all night?
Either way, I'm very happy that I live in, well near, KL that we can easily find place to hangout anywhere in the Klang Valley from Shah Alam, PJ, Damansara, KL and the coolest place of all , Bandar Baru Bangi at any time of the day. Did you know Think Tank Malaysia meets at night at Mamak Stalls in KL to discuss regarding national economy, political, science, etc matters? They say that the brain works to its most optimum level around midnight under humid medium temperature with the influence of the mixture of tea and condensed milk often popularly known as teh tarik and possibly with bread preferably roti canai or equivalent. Awesome.
Well, I want to include Shah Alam, Petaling Jaya or Damansara in it but it's in Selangor and mentioning both doesn't sound that cool (See title) for a phrase and Klang Valley doesn't sound that commercial.
Anyway, I just read an article regarding how cool is KL from the newly found TimeOut KL magazine April issue and so often that we find so many have wrote about how much they love KL on and on till we go "Yeah all of us like KL too la so what meh?". I think it's about time that it's my turn to be among these "Say it out loud I love KL" group of people and touch about the matter I love so dearly- good food.
It's rather intriguing really that how can we actually easily find this whole range of food from mee goreng mapley, char kuey teow, Ramli burger, chicken rice and many other mouth-watering oily and calorie overloaded local range of cuisines at any time of the day around KL. People have 24-hours convenience store like Starmart, 7-Eleven, strip bar perhaps but here, there's no other better place in this world, selfishly claim, can fuel us up all night than our bottomless but paid teh tarik at kedai mamak near you.
Do we actually eat so much in a day that there're so many places to eat open 24-hours everyday? How does the economy demand and supply work? Does the 24-hours culture exists when the mamak stalls conveniently provide us the place to hangout at any time of the day or the people actually wants to hang out at any time of the day then the mamak owner saw a business opportunity there? I complicate things am I? Anyway, anything can go hot in the market nowadays. Bad singers can also be famous, stupidity can raise publicity, eating disgusting stuffs can top the rating on international television network, etc. What awesomeness created this awesome culture that it is awesome to lepak at Ameer Ali or Kopitiam awesomely all night?
Either way, I'm very happy that I live in, well near, KL that we can easily find place to hangout anywhere in the Klang Valley from Shah Alam, PJ, Damansara, KL and the coolest place of all , Bandar Baru Bangi at any time of the day. Did you know Think Tank Malaysia meets at night at Mamak Stalls in KL to discuss regarding national economy, political, science, etc matters? They say that the brain works to its most optimum level around midnight under humid medium temperature with the influence of the mixture of tea and condensed milk often popularly known as teh tarik and possibly with bread preferably roti canai or equivalent. Awesome.
Solve and Serve
"You're hired to bring solutions, not problems,"
Expectation is tricky. The above written seems so ordinary and straight forward. Yet, a normal route for you might already be considered a problem to them. A successful task completed might be an issue arose to the firm. A small casual talk could risk your whole career.
"Whatever it takes" can mean a lot of things - unimaginable things. Sometimes things you won't want to ever consider through your entire life, or it's just simply out of your norms. Not too bad, there are others who's willing to go across borders. However, we are to bring solutions, not problems, and not doing anything is a problem. Even there are times to feel insecure, just to breathe. Solutions and results are the only value we have. It's okay at times to voice out problems. Yet, we are only valued by our capability to solve and give results. No one will give you a star for raising out an issue. Problems are fine, but most of the time, people are more interested when you continue, "So, I propose that we do this,". Thus, there's another issue that to whom you're solving the problem for and who will benefit best from the result produced?
Insecured to talk, act and walk. Freeze should not even be an option. Eager to move. Yet, I'm tired. Aiya, tomorrow die la.
Expectation is tricky. The above written seems so ordinary and straight forward. Yet, a normal route for you might already be considered a problem to them. A successful task completed might be an issue arose to the firm. A small casual talk could risk your whole career.
"Whatever it takes" can mean a lot of things - unimaginable things. Sometimes things you won't want to ever consider through your entire life, or it's just simply out of your norms. Not too bad, there are others who's willing to go across borders. However, we are to bring solutions, not problems, and not doing anything is a problem. Even there are times to feel insecure, just to breathe. Solutions and results are the only value we have. It's okay at times to voice out problems. Yet, we are only valued by our capability to solve and give results. No one will give you a star for raising out an issue. Problems are fine, but most of the time, people are more interested when you continue, "So, I propose that we do this,". Thus, there's another issue that to whom you're solving the problem for and who will benefit best from the result produced?
Insecured to talk, act and walk. Freeze should not even be an option. Eager to move. Yet, I'm tired. Aiya, tomorrow die la.
Defying Gravity
Approaching Task | A concept of overview
A not so good approach would result postponed datelines.
An ordinary approach would stick to the datelines.
A good approach would be ahead of datelines.
An awesome approach would be ahead of datelines and save millions of dollars along the way.
I'm getting behind in my job. Screw up a few times. Stacking up a few tasks. One officemate left and two will be leaving by end of this week. One computer broke down - I had important files in it. Printer is refusing to print. We're out of my favourite biscuit. Scarce stock of Nescafe.
It's just one of those phases eh?
A not so good approach would result postponed datelines.
An ordinary approach would stick to the datelines.
A good approach would be ahead of datelines.
An awesome approach would be ahead of datelines and save millions of dollars along the way.
I'm getting behind in my job. Screw up a few times. Stacking up a few tasks. One officemate left and two will be leaving by end of this week. One computer broke down - I had important files in it. Printer is refusing to print. We're out of my favourite biscuit. Scarce stock of Nescafe.
It's just one of those phases eh?
Wisdom of the Day
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
-Marianne Williamson-
I think this is just beautiful.
100th Post
This my 100th published post. Since I posted my first entry on 15th of November 2006, this blog is averaging 1.42 post each week, 2.48 comments for each entry, 11.1 blog clicks each day (including mine heh), 388.6 words per post, 99.1% written in English, 76.3% of its content is crap, 20.4% fictional and 3.3% came from the purity of the heart.
Not bad at all, for me at least. My standard is low. :)
As similar to my past one year anniversary post, cheers for all readers, whom had read, commented, made fun of this blog with others, or forward some stuffs in the spirit of sharing, I am blessed with great companions in my life - both cool and nerdy life. Thank you and come again.
NJB
Not bad at all, for me at least. My standard is low. :)
As similar to my past one year anniversary post, cheers for all readers, whom had read, commented, made fun of this blog with others, or forward some stuffs in the spirit of sharing, I am blessed with great companions in my life - both cool and nerdy life. Thank you and come again.
NJB
I Write You Perceive
How far can you tell about a person from the way he writes? Some notable people said that you can tell a lot about a person from the way he or she talks, listen, walk, sit or anything that worth observing for. A dear friend once told me that my writings tell a lot about myself and I wonder whether that's actually true or not. I controlled what I wrote here, paint only pictures I allow people to ponder on, play only the music I wish for them to listen. I'd say that I am a very reserved person, keeping too many things bottled up inside and portraying only things that I think is perhaps necessary for show. So how can people say that they can tell much about us from our writings?
No, I'm not against the possibility. Just wondering.
There's this theory in our writings when we have this tendency of using fewer first person pronouns such as I, me or my, we are putting a psychological distance between ourselves and our stories; as if we don't "own" our message. Another theory that writers who use fewer exclusionary words like but, nor, except , whereas have the tendency of trouble for complex thinking. Both of above are actually presumptions made by some specialists to detect fraud in writings.
Anyway, what "I'm" getting at is that people who love to write (the term writers seems too posh to me now heh) do, at times, leak certain personal trait unconsciously giving away his or her own personal weakness, probably "except" for those professional writers who are extremely alert to every inch of details that they wrote. Thus, I wonder how would it be to read Stephen King's personal diary or blog? Who knows, he might be a very cheerful vulnerable afraid-of-blood-and-ghost love-barbie-dolls kind of person. I'm no Mr King or Mr Grisham or Mr Clancy thus I realize the human me would sometimes be vulnerable to situations leaking away emotions or uncharacteristic behaviours.
Perhaps, a lot can actually be told from the way we write. At least it can be a part of our perceptions through things surrounding us. Then come the way we talk, walk, walk the talk, melepak menapak, tertipu tertipah hahahaha. *Sigh* Is there any needs to perceive anything anyway? Read my blog, you'll see a part of me. Come lets have a conversation, you'll see another side. Quarrel with me and perhaps then you won't do any of above anymore.
"But something happens when you write – something that’s not a normal thing. Whoever I am, when I’m walking around, that’s one person. But somebody else writes the books,"
Again, I'm no Mr King.
No, I'm not against the possibility. Just wondering.
There's this theory in our writings when we have this tendency of using fewer first person pronouns such as I, me or my, we are putting a psychological distance between ourselves and our stories; as if we don't "own" our message. Another theory that writers who use fewer exclusionary words like but, nor, except , whereas have the tendency of trouble for complex thinking. Both of above are actually presumptions made by some specialists to detect fraud in writings.
Anyway, what "I'm" getting at is that people who love to write (the term writers seems too posh to me now heh) do, at times, leak certain personal trait unconsciously giving away his or her own personal weakness, probably "except" for those professional writers who are extremely alert to every inch of details that they wrote. Thus, I wonder how would it be to read Stephen King's personal diary or blog? Who knows, he might be a very cheerful vulnerable afraid-of-blood-and-ghost love-barbie-dolls kind of person. I'm no Mr King or Mr Grisham or Mr Clancy thus I realize the human me would sometimes be vulnerable to situations leaking away emotions or uncharacteristic behaviours.
Perhaps, a lot can actually be told from the way we write. At least it can be a part of our perceptions through things surrounding us. Then come the way we talk, walk, walk the talk, melepak menapak, tertipu tertipah hahahaha. *Sigh* Is there any needs to perceive anything anyway? Read my blog, you'll see a part of me. Come lets have a conversation, you'll see another side. Quarrel with me and perhaps then you won't do any of above anymore.
"But something happens when you write – something that’s not a normal thing. Whoever I am, when I’m walking around, that’s one person. But somebody else writes the books,"
-Stephen King-
Again, I'm no Mr King.
Weekend
I work on Saturdays, so unfortunate. Does that make me value my Sunday more? I only get one day in a week to wake up late in the afternoon. Well, I like sleep. I like waking up in the afternoon, or precisely I don't like waking up early in the morning. Probably not that I don't like waking up early, just I'm not that used to it. Perhaps my body is tuned up to turn active under afternoon UV and heat. Maybe a lot of us are like that. Maybe I'm the only one who has trouble waking up early in the morning. Once I had a conversation with a dear friend, wake up early in the morning and a lot of other good things will come after. Bangun pagi murah rezeki kata orang-orang tua la kan. I agree of course. Well, its not like any of those usual heavy arguments anyway where it's a difficult decision to make. Everyone knows waking up late is not good damnit!
So wake up early in the morning, why is it so hard? It's like chocolate. It feels good but not very healthy and fattening, or if later it is proven chocolate is actually good for us then I'll switch my metaphor to cigarette or drug whichever relevant. The point is, I do wish to be a vegetarian, ergo; I do want to be a morning person. Metaphorically and literally, respectively. Yet, I spend my Sunday morning on bed until afternoon. Such unproductive behaviour. Sigh. I pity myself. I wish I can wake up in the morning naturally, not due to obligation on anything; work, events, classes, etc. I'm working on it by the way, sadly, very slowly.
They say the simplest solution is to sleep early. Sigh. Now that's another topic.
So wake up early in the morning, why is it so hard? It's like chocolate. It feels good but not very healthy and fattening, or if later it is proven chocolate is actually good for us then I'll switch my metaphor to cigarette or drug whichever relevant. The point is, I do wish to be a vegetarian, ergo; I do want to be a morning person. Metaphorically and literally, respectively. Yet, I spend my Sunday morning on bed until afternoon. Such unproductive behaviour. Sigh. I pity myself. I wish I can wake up in the morning naturally, not due to obligation on anything; work, events, classes, etc. I'm working on it by the way, sadly, very slowly.
They say the simplest solution is to sleep early. Sigh. Now that's another topic.
Nothing
The second time I went to the KL Land Office yesterday, she wasn't there. I was, actually, disappointed. Yet, a bit relieved. What could I've done anyway?
I can't make anything out of nothing.
This afternoon, I went there for the third time, because of my amateur-ish in regard to this land matter, I've failed to run my tasks efficiently- not because that I wanted to find the lady at counter no.9 again due to her absence the day before. Today, she's at counter no.12. My task needs only to be done at counter no.7, which is further away now. That doesn't stopped me from passing through nearby her counter to take a closer look at this fair lady - she looks like in her late 20s or early 30s. Still lovely nonetheless heheheh. Erk, lupa tengok nama die sape!
"Ala mintak je la no. tepon die,"
My colleague's suggestion sounded so easy. The idea of a guy approaching a girl asking for her phone number out of nowhere seems so natural to her. I, perhaps, am not one of those cool guys who can comfortably approach a girl just simply like that. I repeat, and thus emphasize; I can't make anything out of nothing. I need a common medium. She could have worked at the Planning Department at Level 2, or counter no. 5 to 7 so that I can have something to initiate and make something out of it, but no, unfortunately, she did not. Sigh.
Take all my past scandals for instance. I always had something to use to initiate and make something out of it. You ladies remember? Anyway, let it be as small as picking up her keys she 'accidentally' dropped, be in the same line of queue for coffee, or in job-related purpose where she happens to be one of my consultants for the current projects I involve in or an office clerk in MBSA helping me to sort out my authorities checklist.
I can't make anything out of nothing.
I wish I can. I think I will. Perhaps, when the right woman falls in sight, when the path opens up and nothing else matters anymore, when time stops and never the room seems so ever clear (which explains why she seems so radiantly beautiful), and the only logical thing to do then is to be brave, and everything else will follow after.
I hardly believe in love at first sight. Perhaps, I've yet to meet one, or actually I did and I screwed it up. Cupid said, "Forget it, this guy is hopeless. Lets shoot some sheeps instead."
I can't make anything out of nothing.
This afternoon, I went there for the third time, because of my amateur-ish in regard to this land matter, I've failed to run my tasks efficiently- not because that I wanted to find the lady at counter no.9 again due to her absence the day before. Today, she's at counter no.12. My task needs only to be done at counter no.7, which is further away now. That doesn't stopped me from passing through nearby her counter to take a closer look at this fair lady - she looks like in her late 20s or early 30s. Still lovely nonetheless heheheh. Erk, lupa tengok nama die sape!
"Ala mintak je la no. tepon die,"
My colleague's suggestion sounded so easy. The idea of a guy approaching a girl asking for her phone number out of nowhere seems so natural to her. I, perhaps, am not one of those cool guys who can comfortably approach a girl just simply like that. I repeat, and thus emphasize; I can't make anything out of nothing. I need a common medium. She could have worked at the Planning Department at Level 2, or counter no. 5 to 7 so that I can have something to initiate and make something out of it, but no, unfortunately, she did not. Sigh.
Take all my past scandals for instance. I always had something to use to initiate and make something out of it. You ladies remember? Anyway, let it be as small as picking up her keys she 'accidentally' dropped, be in the same line of queue for coffee, or in job-related purpose where she happens to be one of my consultants for the current projects I involve in or an office clerk in MBSA helping me to sort out my authorities checklist.
I can't make anything out of nothing.
I wish I can. I think I will. Perhaps, when the right woman falls in sight, when the path opens up and nothing else matters anymore, when time stops and never the room seems so ever clear (which explains why she seems so radiantly beautiful), and the only logical thing to do then is to be brave, and everything else will follow after.
I hardly believe in love at first sight. Perhaps, I've yet to meet one, or actually I did and I screwed it up. Cupid said, "Forget it, this guy is hopeless. Lets shoot some sheeps instead."
The Rojak Table
Thought of the day: What's the immediate implication of this post-election period?
Would the political instability causes investment insecurity? Through the purity of the process of democracy eliminating the corrupted from the system, who would suffer as the casualty of wars? Let them be who've had their share of sins drinking blood money from the deprived and innocents, but how far would this modern day Robin Hood would take responsibility marching into this historical reformation in our country?
I'm all good for something different - a new revolution. Changes can be very difficult. Despite the possibility that a lot can be gained through this massive shift in the governing direction, how dignified can the great Robin Hood be in defending its integrity for the coming days?
I may be ignorant at some point, yet how different are we through different perspectives? A wise old man once said, no pain no gain, or no greatness is achieved without sacrifices. Touché.
Sigh. The temptation to be among these stereotypical youngsters demonstrating some immature political ideas.
I had a bit of a rough start in the morning at work. 3 staffs were on leave today and in this small department, that's a significant loss in labour to run the office effectively. Thus, it was a tiring trip till lunch, yet, risen to brighten up my remaining hours of the day with a masterpiece sight captured during my lunch break at a mamak restaurant nearby office this afternoon - a table consists of Malay, Chinese and Indian girls dining comfortably and happily together. Don't you just love that?
Tomorrow I hope would be my second trip to the Pejabat Tanah dan Galian Wilayah Persekutuan Kuala Lumpur. A couple of documents obtained from my previous trip need to be revised and a few new Official Land Searches need to be purchased. Please Don Juan De Marco do give me courage to initiate something of your worthy with the lovely lady behind Kaunter No.9. Sigh.
Would the political instability causes investment insecurity? Through the purity of the process of democracy eliminating the corrupted from the system, who would suffer as the casualty of wars? Let them be who've had their share of sins drinking blood money from the deprived and innocents, but how far would this modern day Robin Hood would take responsibility marching into this historical reformation in our country?
I'm all good for something different - a new revolution. Changes can be very difficult. Despite the possibility that a lot can be gained through this massive shift in the governing direction, how dignified can the great Robin Hood be in defending its integrity for the coming days?
I may be ignorant at some point, yet how different are we through different perspectives? A wise old man once said, no pain no gain, or no greatness is achieved without sacrifices. Touché.
Sigh. The temptation to be among these stereotypical youngsters demonstrating some immature political ideas.
I had a bit of a rough start in the morning at work. 3 staffs were on leave today and in this small department, that's a significant loss in labour to run the office effectively. Thus, it was a tiring trip till lunch, yet, risen to brighten up my remaining hours of the day with a masterpiece sight captured during my lunch break at a mamak restaurant nearby office this afternoon - a table consists of Malay, Chinese and Indian girls dining comfortably and happily together. Don't you just love that?
Tomorrow I hope would be my second trip to the Pejabat Tanah dan Galian Wilayah Persekutuan Kuala Lumpur. A couple of documents obtained from my previous trip need to be revised and a few new Official Land Searches need to be purchased. Please Don Juan De Marco do give me courage to initiate something of your worthy with the lovely lady behind Kaunter No.9. Sigh.
Controlling in Management
Every chatting box opened, most of the blogs visited, newspapers headlines, morning televisions, well of course, Malaysia's 12th General Election 2008 is unsurprisingly the most popular topic nowadays. I just can't help it to be among the stereotypes - just a little winy bit.
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There. Ok, now moving on, last week my mentor and I visited our architect for our Batu 3 Shah Alam project at his office in Subang Jaya. I think it's rather one of the tricks of the trade to carry out surprise visits to our consultants, to observe the working environment of that we, representing the client, are investing in. This usually occurs when the consultants, ranging from architects, engineers and surveyors, are not performing their tasks well as expected. There are times when there are these overly-ambitious consultant firms that only consist of fewer than 5 staffs handling projects worth over RM100 million, plus a few other projects in hand. This had happened back then when my dad was directing a massive project for UiTM Kelantan and during his visit to one of his consultants, the office was just a small cube shared with a photocopy and paper shop in a small shop lot in a small town in Kota Bharu. Two engineers was sitting down sharing the only table inside the cube and thus imagine their faces when their client along with my dad was greeting them by the small plywood door.
Anyway, we were just trying to make sure that our project is on the right track. We need to keep in control of our consultants. Termination should not be executed just as easy. Our consultants are not doing a good job, we visit them and see what's going on. Dig down to the core of the problem, cure, improvise and pray that better results are expected to come. Plus, its a tactful way to pressure the consultants telling them that their job is at stake.
Anyway, these recent entries are just a start of something I would like to try on, writing a journal about my training in Crest Builder Holdings under the Property and Land Development Department. Writing should keep my heads up and wishfully to be better in doing what I do hereafter. It does feel good knowing that you have some worth of doing something good.
I bid you reader, good day and have a good coming week.
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There. Ok, now moving on, last week my mentor and I visited our architect for our Batu 3 Shah Alam project at his office in Subang Jaya. I think it's rather one of the tricks of the trade to carry out surprise visits to our consultants, to observe the working environment of that we, representing the client, are investing in. This usually occurs when the consultants, ranging from architects, engineers and surveyors, are not performing their tasks well as expected. There are times when there are these overly-ambitious consultant firms that only consist of fewer than 5 staffs handling projects worth over RM100 million, plus a few other projects in hand. This had happened back then when my dad was directing a massive project for UiTM Kelantan and during his visit to one of his consultants, the office was just a small cube shared with a photocopy and paper shop in a small shop lot in a small town in Kota Bharu. Two engineers was sitting down sharing the only table inside the cube and thus imagine their faces when their client along with my dad was greeting them by the small plywood door.
Anyway, we were just trying to make sure that our project is on the right track. We need to keep in control of our consultants. Termination should not be executed just as easy. Our consultants are not doing a good job, we visit them and see what's going on. Dig down to the core of the problem, cure, improvise and pray that better results are expected to come. Plus, its a tactful way to pressure the consultants telling them that their job is at stake.
Anyway, these recent entries are just a start of something I would like to try on, writing a journal about my training in Crest Builder Holdings under the Property and Land Development Department. Writing should keep my heads up and wishfully to be better in doing what I do hereafter. It does feel good knowing that you have some worth of doing something good.
I bid you reader, good day and have a good coming week.
Say Hello
Here's a story about my dad. Not too sure whether it will jeopardize his position or not, but I'd say its good to share for the younger generations. So discreet I will try to be.
He was having a casual lunch at a restaurant in XXX Pacific with a group of fellow engineers and builders. No business purposes, maybe. He was actually having a XXX million worth of project in his hand, so like a blueberry pie on a stove, hungry, or even just pie-loving people out of nowhere do come near to take a sniff. Anyway, in the middle of the lunch meeting, a very important person just walked into the restaurant and sat at the table next to my dad's. He used to work with this person before, and thus, he had to stand up and greet the person, in obligation of respect.
It happened to be that one of his lunch companion was the executive director for one of the leading consultant engineering firm in the country, as he was following a friend of my dad to this particular lunch. Seeing my dad shaking hands and having comfortable conversation with thy important person, he pulled out his business card in his pocket and set to propose an offer for my dad to become a sleeping partner for his company.
My dad does not actually know thy important person really well. He just once worked together for a small amount of time and he thought it would be rude to not say hello, especially since its a person of a far superior position and status. Thy fooled Mr. Executive Director thought my dad is as superior, and seeing him having such a good connection with thy important person, he thought my dad must be equally thy important as well. Plus, he needs a Bumiputra partner, which may raise another issue, heheh.
Anyway, the point is, whatever you can conclude from the story, be friendly. Simple. Say hello to anyone, or better perhaps, everyone even you're far from having any close relationship with thy annoying person. Have a good minute conversation is enough for you to open some other doors for rezeki to come in. Interesting. I need to practice my PR skills. This coming week might be a good chance since there'll be a number of meetings and visits to the building authorities. Have a good week everyone.
Owh by the way, recently, I think my dad and I conversed a lot (Of course since I tumpang him every morning going to work). More towards the building industry type of conversation though. Yet, still good I have to say. He's gradually starting to accept me as an adult. So, you can expect a few stories - something of an overwhelming experienced engineer and a super rookie project manager wannabe this coming weeks, before the naggings and complaints start kicking in heheh.
Again, good day.
He was having a casual lunch at a restaurant in XXX Pacific with a group of fellow engineers and builders. No business purposes, maybe. He was actually having a XXX million worth of project in his hand, so like a blueberry pie on a stove, hungry, or even just pie-loving people out of nowhere do come near to take a sniff. Anyway, in the middle of the lunch meeting, a very important person just walked into the restaurant and sat at the table next to my dad's. He used to work with this person before, and thus, he had to stand up and greet the person, in obligation of respect.
It happened to be that one of his lunch companion was the executive director for one of the leading consultant engineering firm in the country, as he was following a friend of my dad to this particular lunch. Seeing my dad shaking hands and having comfortable conversation with thy important person, he pulled out his business card in his pocket and set to propose an offer for my dad to become a sleeping partner for his company.
My dad does not actually know thy important person really well. He just once worked together for a small amount of time and he thought it would be rude to not say hello, especially since its a person of a far superior position and status. Thy fooled Mr. Executive Director thought my dad is as superior, and seeing him having such a good connection with thy important person, he thought my dad must be equally thy important as well. Plus, he needs a Bumiputra partner, which may raise another issue, heheh.
Anyway, the point is, whatever you can conclude from the story, be friendly. Simple. Say hello to anyone, or better perhaps, everyone even you're far from having any close relationship with thy annoying person. Have a good minute conversation is enough for you to open some other doors for rezeki to come in. Interesting. I need to practice my PR skills. This coming week might be a good chance since there'll be a number of meetings and visits to the building authorities. Have a good week everyone.
Owh by the way, recently, I think my dad and I conversed a lot (Of course since I tumpang him every morning going to work). More towards the building industry type of conversation though. Yet, still good I have to say. He's gradually starting to accept me as an adult. So, you can expect a few stories - something of an overwhelming experienced engineer and a super rookie project manager wannabe this coming weeks, before the naggings and complaints start kicking in heheh.
Again, good day.
It Does Not Concern You
Before a year ago.
Commercial buildings do not require developer's license and advertising permit. Residential, however, does so. The Housing Developer Act (Control and License) 1966 (Act118) and the Housing Developers Regulation are aimed to protect the interest of house buyers. However, it does not apply on commercial units such as hotels, business premises, etc.
A mixed development of serviced apartments with shop lots.
It does not require developer's license and advertising permit - hence, trimming down the process reducing period of development process and cost. The Housing Developers Act and Regulations do not apply - hence, clients or developers are free to influence sales and purchase agreement to their advantages.
Clever.
It has changed since April last year in 2007. The Ministry of Housing and Local Government issued a new terms and conditions to apply for the developer license and advertising permit. Hence, no more of those clever schemes, and to expect new ones to come soon.
I might be wrong though. I'm not that a very good listener. Heh.
Commercial buildings do not require developer's license and advertising permit. Residential, however, does so. The Housing Developer Act (Control and License) 1966 (Act118) and the Housing Developers Regulation are aimed to protect the interest of house buyers. However, it does not apply on commercial units such as hotels, business premises, etc.
A mixed development of serviced apartments with shop lots.
It does not require developer's license and advertising permit - hence, trimming down the process reducing period of development process and cost. The Housing Developers Act and Regulations do not apply - hence, clients or developers are free to influence sales and purchase agreement to their advantages.
Clever.
It has changed since April last year in 2007. The Ministry of Housing and Local Government issued a new terms and conditions to apply for the developer license and advertising permit. Hence, no more of those clever schemes, and to expect new ones to come soon.
I might be wrong though. I'm not that a very good listener. Heh.
In a Nutshell
A condominium in Mont Kiara in planning - 40 storey high residential towers on top of a 6 storey car park basement on the border of Segambut and Mont Kiara with the nearest road access is about 500m away and in between is a 21m deep canyon/gorge/fall (I'm not really sure what term do they use).
I wouldn't mind those fella we find on the streets, topless and running around counting pebbles on the sidewalk. You can find crazy people here in the property development firms.
The late Lim Goh Tong created a paradise in the middle of a jungle out of nowhere and soon to be the nation's leading corporation. Robert CM Tan kick-started the multi-billion dollars project during the 1997 national economy crisis that now millions of consumers walking in and out of the commercial haven everyday.
This is rather an ironic entry, or possibly I misused the word. Either way, jakun is all I am.
I wouldn't mind those fella we find on the streets, topless and running around counting pebbles on the sidewalk. You can find crazy people here in the property development firms.
The late Lim Goh Tong created a paradise in the middle of a jungle out of nowhere and soon to be the nation's leading corporation. Robert CM Tan kick-started the multi-billion dollars project during the 1997 national economy crisis that now millions of consumers walking in and out of the commercial haven everyday.
This is rather an ironic entry, or possibly I misused the word. Either way, jakun is all I am.
Weary Thoughts
It's about 11:45pm right now, just went into halftime of watching the Carling Cup final between Chelsea and Tottenham Hotspurs - and about 7 hours before I have to make a move to work from my home. I am really tired. It's my brother's birthday just this afternoon and I went to KLIA just a few hours earlier to send Chap off back to Melbourne.
Tired. I rarely actually value this term of defining our state of body and mind. I often used it as a stereotypical remarks on certain behaviours or actions - "Ahh, penat sial main bola," or "Penat seh buat mende alah nih,". I hardly meant it. I did felt tired though, but never actually drained enough to complain about it.
Tired. I actually really am. Should I go to sleep now?
Tired. I rarely actually value this term of defining our state of body and mind. I often used it as a stereotypical remarks on certain behaviours or actions - "Ahh, penat sial main bola," or "Penat seh buat mende alah nih,". I hardly meant it. I did felt tired though, but never actually drained enough to complain about it.
Tired. I actually really am. Should I go to sleep now?
Don't We All?
I spend a lot of my time in a day surfing through the internet. Not mostly, so I’m somewhat glad. Mostly browsing the wonderful world of YouTube, in quest to find the most awesome video ever exists. During the early part of the adventure, I’ve met quite a number of jesters lurking around the comedy channel. I love comedy. I am no comedian though, but hey, I love to be comedied. Don’t we all? Russell Peters with his racial based humour, Jeff Dunham with his Achmed, Maz Jobrani the Persian Cat, Demetri Martin with his visual pad, Ellen Degeneres, Pablo Fransisco, etc. Check them out for some good laughs. They say endorphins are good for you. Makes world a better place when people come around and laugh haha together.
Recent searches – music. I love music. Again, don’t we all? I play a bit of guitar myself (show off!). Once I had John Mayer listened to my songs I sent to his private e-mail and he begged me to quit playing the guitar publicly or he’ll be in deep s**t. Yes, those are his exact words. John Mayer spills a profanity. So sad. Anyway, this dude from Singapore – Hady Mirza, I heard so much about him, not singing though just how popular he was and all, but I only knew how good a singer he was when I found him singing Lagenda (Sheila Majid’s. Sigh. So typical me). He can really sing dude. I just knew. Well yeah I know I’m so out-of-date. Anyway, there’s this song called “Saling Terpesona” sang by Diddy, Yanie, Hady Mirza and Kris Dayanti. I love him even more, or just the song perhaps. It’s such a fun song. Such exciting work of art. I actually dance, in private of course, to that joyful tune (Well something like how John Travolta moves. Heh. Sexy). And owh, “Itu Kamu” by Estranged is awesome too.
Don’t we all just love to love? Love is a great feeling. No one hates to be in love. That process towards it that sometimes can be very nauseating. Well, something like that song by Carrie Underwood entitled “God bless the broken roads”. Anyway, tomorrow is the 14th of February. It is somehow the day where almost the whole world will be celebrating love. I’m somewhat reluctant to use the term “Valentine’s Day” due to religious concern, which explains why not the whole world is actually celebrating this event. Well, whichever way your spiritual conscience brings you to, when it is the season of love, so love is what I want to write about now.
Well, not exactly me writing though heheh. I read an article from Time Magazine issued on January 16, 2008 entitled “Why We Love” by Jeffrey Kluger. So, I just wanted to share some of the stuffs I found with you faithful readers.
Strippers who are ovulating earn higher average tips per hour than those who aren’t or when menstruating. I have no idea what those bombastic terms mean but that surely explains why that sometimes the same woman can be attractive today and not that very eye-catching anymore the next day. Of course it can work the way around, before someone kicks in here with a point where guys tend to leave their women when they got older. Don’t blame us for getting more handsome by the day. Man I wish I could grow old and look like Sean Connery, or Sultan Azlan Shah. Awesome.
A lot of the stuffs in the article are kind of too biological and not that fun to share with. You might get bored and thus, I’ll be cop as boring as well. No, I’m not a boring person. My characteristics from Facebook nominated by my friends said that I’m a crazy and funny person. Shocking.
Anyway, I’m tired of writing already heh. Well, let me just quote some of the materials I find as interesting to me from this article I found;
“Just being attracted to someone doesn't mean that that person is attracted back, and few things drive us crazier than wanting something we may not get.”
“Males or females who volunteer their babymaking services too freely may not be offering up very valuable genes.”
“Even with its intoxicating supply of dopamine, the ventral tegmental couldn't do the love job on its own. Most people eventually do leave the poker game or the dinner table, after all.”
“The problem with romance is that it doesn't always deliver the goods. For all the joy it promises, it can also play us for fools, particularly when it convinces us that we've found the right person, only to upend our expectations later.”
“Psychologist Arthur Aron of the State University of New York at Stony Brook says people who meet during a crisis—an emergency landing of their airplane, say—may be much more inclined to believe they've found the person meant for them. "It's not that we fall in love with such people because they're immensely attractive," he says. "It's that they seem immensely attractive because we've fallen in love with them."”
“Romance may be nothing more than reproductive filigree, a bit of decoration that makes us want to perpetuate the species and ensures that we do it right. But nothing could convince a person in love that there isn't something more at work—and the fact is, none of us would want to be convinced. That's a nut science may never fully crack.”
I'm done. Go find the Time Magazine yourselflah if you interested to read more. To all of you lovers out there, if you're dating tomorrow, drive safely and jangan nakal-nakal heheheh. To we losers, lets go to the gym. Come make ourselves look better for those future lucky ones. I would really love to have a good six packs. Don't we all? :)
Jeff Dunham - Achmed the Dead Terrorist
Recent searches – music. I love music. Again, don’t we all? I play a bit of guitar myself (show off!). Once I had John Mayer listened to my songs I sent to his private e-mail and he begged me to quit playing the guitar publicly or he’ll be in deep s**t. Yes, those are his exact words. John Mayer spills a profanity. So sad. Anyway, this dude from Singapore – Hady Mirza, I heard so much about him, not singing though just how popular he was and all, but I only knew how good a singer he was when I found him singing Lagenda (Sheila Majid’s. Sigh. So typical me). He can really sing dude. I just knew. Well yeah I know I’m so out-of-date. Anyway, there’s this song called “Saling Terpesona” sang by Diddy, Yanie, Hady Mirza and Kris Dayanti. I love him even more, or just the song perhaps. It’s such a fun song. Such exciting work of art. I actually dance, in private of course, to that joyful tune (Well something like how John Travolta moves. Heh. Sexy). And owh, “Itu Kamu” by Estranged is awesome too.
Saling Terpesona by Diddy, Yanie, Hady Mirza and Kris Dayanti
Don’t we all just love to love? Love is a great feeling. No one hates to be in love. That process towards it that sometimes can be very nauseating. Well, something like that song by Carrie Underwood entitled “God bless the broken roads”. Anyway, tomorrow is the 14th of February. It is somehow the day where almost the whole world will be celebrating love. I’m somewhat reluctant to use the term “Valentine’s Day” due to religious concern, which explains why not the whole world is actually celebrating this event. Well, whichever way your spiritual conscience brings you to, when it is the season of love, so love is what I want to write about now.
Well, not exactly me writing though heheh. I read an article from Time Magazine issued on January 16, 2008 entitled “Why We Love” by Jeffrey Kluger. So, I just wanted to share some of the stuffs I found with you faithful readers.
Strippers who are ovulating earn higher average tips per hour than those who aren’t or when menstruating. I have no idea what those bombastic terms mean but that surely explains why that sometimes the same woman can be attractive today and not that very eye-catching anymore the next day. Of course it can work the way around, before someone kicks in here with a point where guys tend to leave their women when they got older. Don’t blame us for getting more handsome by the day. Man I wish I could grow old and look like Sean Connery, or Sultan Azlan Shah. Awesome.
A lot of the stuffs in the article are kind of too biological and not that fun to share with. You might get bored and thus, I’ll be cop as boring as well. No, I’m not a boring person. My characteristics from Facebook nominated by my friends said that I’m a crazy and funny person. Shocking.
Anyway, I’m tired of writing already heh. Well, let me just quote some of the materials I find as interesting to me from this article I found;
“Just being attracted to someone doesn't mean that that person is attracted back, and few things drive us crazier than wanting something we may not get.”
“Males or females who volunteer their babymaking services too freely may not be offering up very valuable genes.”
“Even with its intoxicating supply of dopamine, the ventral tegmental couldn't do the love job on its own. Most people eventually do leave the poker game or the dinner table, after all.”
“The problem with romance is that it doesn't always deliver the goods. For all the joy it promises, it can also play us for fools, particularly when it convinces us that we've found the right person, only to upend our expectations later.”
“Psychologist Arthur Aron of the State University of New York at Stony Brook says people who meet during a crisis—an emergency landing of their airplane, say—may be much more inclined to believe they've found the person meant for them. "It's not that we fall in love with such people because they're immensely attractive," he says. "It's that they seem immensely attractive because we've fallen in love with them."”
“Romance may be nothing more than reproductive filigree, a bit of decoration that makes us want to perpetuate the species and ensures that we do it right. But nothing could convince a person in love that there isn't something more at work—and the fact is, none of us would want to be convinced. That's a nut science may never fully crack.”
I'm done. Go find the Time Magazine yourselflah if you interested to read more. To all of you lovers out there, if you're dating tomorrow, drive safely and jangan nakal-nakal heheheh. To we losers, lets go to the gym. Come make ourselves look better for those future lucky ones. I would really love to have a good six packs. Don't we all? :)
Funky Seats
I'm bored. I really am. I used to enjoy doing nothing. Sitting around on the porch, walking aimlessly down the Esplanade, Alamanda, drive to nowhere around this kampung Bandar Baru Bangi, etc. During my younger days, boring was like a myth to me. Something that I often heard of but never actually came across to me. It was like my impression on ghosts. I heard about it so much that it's weird it never actually happens to me heads on. Not that I'm wishing, or too curious to meet them on a late night in the middle of a silent deserted small town road (This actually happened and I am grateful that it was a safe half an hour full of suspenses journey). It's like, when it happens, so be it. It probably will suck, but so be it and take it like a man - or a half-matured young adult, heh.
Owh yea, I was saying that I'm bored.
Well, it's not that I couldn't find any kind of entertainment around. It is, sadly, my choice to be so. Why? For several reasons that I most probably won't just easily confide to the general public. You know, it's rather intriguing that when we, or maybe I should stick to 'I', have reach a certain level of boredom, I tend to become more sensitive to my surroundings. Sounds become noisier. Vision become more clearer. The air I breathe become more distinctive. I tend to notice small things around me and the brain actually comprehended (what's the past tense for this word ah?) that these ordinary everyday stuffs are somehow interesting.
This morning when I picked up my 6 years old sister from her kindergarten, right after she stepped into the car, I suddenly noticed some funky smell coming out of her. I asked whether she was playing with paint or some stale/rotten/out-of-date dairy product somewhere during her class sessions. Nope. It was her natural body odour as she described it.
The same thing happened when I then went to pick up my 10 years old brother from his school.
I shouted, metaphorically heh. I am, nevertheless, in shock. Well that is rather exaggerated and too melodramatic. Mm, I would say, I am intrigued by this new finding of mine that I'm starting to lose some of my tolerances for these silly things in life. I'm starting to become bored of things. I'm starting to sense some intolerable smell. I'm starting to care about my surroundings in some sort of ways. Annoyance, agitated, envy, humility, etc.
I'm starting to feel.
Yey.
Owh yea, I was saying that I'm bored.
Well, it's not that I couldn't find any kind of entertainment around. It is, sadly, my choice to be so. Why? For several reasons that I most probably won't just easily confide to the general public. You know, it's rather intriguing that when we, or maybe I should stick to 'I', have reach a certain level of boredom, I tend to become more sensitive to my surroundings. Sounds become noisier. Vision become more clearer. The air I breathe become more distinctive. I tend to notice small things around me and the brain actually comprehended (what's the past tense for this word ah?) that these ordinary everyday stuffs are somehow interesting.
This morning when I picked up my 6 years old sister from her kindergarten, right after she stepped into the car, I suddenly noticed some funky smell coming out of her. I asked whether she was playing with paint or some stale/rotten/out-of-date dairy product somewhere during her class sessions. Nope. It was her natural body odour as she described it.
The same thing happened when I then went to pick up my 10 years old brother from his school.
I shouted, metaphorically heh. I am, nevertheless, in shock. Well that is rather exaggerated and too melodramatic. Mm, I would say, I am intrigued by this new finding of mine that I'm starting to lose some of my tolerances for these silly things in life. I'm starting to become bored of things. I'm starting to sense some intolerable smell. I'm starting to care about my surroundings in some sort of ways. Annoyance, agitated, envy, humility, etc.
I'm starting to feel.
Yey.
A Decade Worth
Today is an important date for many of my friends and some of us who went and had exciting residential school lives. Today is a date which reminds me of so many beautiful things that had crafted such a complete masterpiece of my teenager's life. Today is an anniversary that marked an important point in my life when God had fated me to meet and to belong to a group of friends that I am forever be grateful for His gift to me.
4 February 1998.
I enrolled in Sekolah Tuanku Abdul Rahman, Ipoh. I enrolled as a member of the school's 42nd batch. I enrolled into a friendship deal for life, and I am forever grateful.
10 years of friendship.
Batch of 42
Sekolah Tuanku Abdul Rahman, Ipoh
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Down Memory Lane
Down Memory Lane
Batch of 42 (1998)
North South Basketball
Additional Mathematic Class
5S Class of 2002
Batch of 42 (2002)
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