Creepy Crustacean

I had great weekend. I was in Banting last Saturday with my big brother and sis-in-law and cute little Nabila. We were on a courtesy call to 'send off' our Qur'aan teachers to the Holy Land of Makkah. May Allah bless them both and all the pilgrims.

Later that night, Mr TanjungTualang, Mr GrahaResidenku, AJ and i went the the much coveted food joint in Kelana Jaya. Thank you Ms MyaSefia for the guide. William - as the name goes- was a dilapidated street food setting. I reckon the place was a market by the day. When we arrived at about 9-ish, the place was already packed with foodies. We had to scout around for seats. My first glimpse of the place was that the serving plate was huge and the serving itself was generous!


We had creamy seafood pasta load with sea creatures and crustacean whose name we did not have the slightest idea of. For the second serving, we had this nasi goreng mixed with sumptous chicken and as for the third, we had dried mee goreng with chicken. Yummy!. The service was ok and the food tasted heavenly.

And while loading all these into the system, we listened to Mr Graha's charming imagination of life.

surfing...

Sweet Salty Sweat

Proud owner of these masterpieces posing with the artist

I bought these at MidValley yesterday from the "sporting artist" because the subject matter for his art piece would be all about sports and sportsmen. There is this exhibition going on there. It's cheap and it's original.

Simply inspirational. It's about time to relinquish the joy of being sweat all over again. Hmm got to find those running shoes back.

Opor-opor- kalau bole makan, aku makan kau

Opportunist is abound in this world i'd presume. I am not sure if by being so, we'd be bettter off or simply reduced to be the loathe of people.

A colleague of mine recently got the chance to see one of Malaysia's popular rock singer in the office. By see, i mean, to listen to his plight and understand what can be done to help - the task that i and two of my collegue supposedly (willingly or unwillingly) do on a daily basis. This colleague of mine ever so help+fooly entertained this glitterati guest as though he is trying to steal the limelight from my section which is tasked and specialised to do the mundane complaint taking. And by the way, he's from a different section.

The normal course of action for any given staff (of different section other than mine) in any given day when member of the public came to lodge complaint would be that they will come to my section and tell that "ada orang nak lodge komplen". Fine. Since we are tasked to do just that, we would go and see the public with smiling face.

I have no issue if at all he got to see the singer instead of me. After all, both of us work with the same intention and objective.

What fanned my deepest anger up was the fact that nobody and i mean nobody (accept for two who work with me in same section) would care enough to 'see' member of the public if the member of public is ordinary/lame/nobody/angry/sad/bitchy/smelly ect.

And the best thing of all is on that fateful day, NO ONE tells my section that a glitterati guest wanted to lodge complaint.

Pagi ni datang jumpa aku nak bagitau pasal benda yang dah berlalu dua hari lepas. Ko process la komplen tu sendiri! bodo. arghhhh!!!!!

Farewell to my Manager

Today will be my manager last day in the office. He will soon commence his new job as branch manager in JB. We will be missing you sir.

I remember him of saying that in life we have choice. We must always dictate what we wanted in life and how we are going to go about life in general.

I'll cherish that sir. Thank you.

a cause célèbre

And i quote,

"...television, as the poet T.S. Elliot warned in 1963, when the then-new medium was spreading into homes, permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome". [Daniel Goleman, 'Social Intelligence' (2006)]

To MustheGreat, thank you for being inspirational.
To GrahaResidenku, thank you for being different.
To TanjungTualang, thank you for being what you are.

Have a great week guys.

A sad good bye.. Ramadhan ya Ramadhan

Eye on Melaka

At the beginning of Ramadhan i had a wish. I wish that Ramadhan would become the training ground for my spiritual up liftment. And of course, a reason amongst other, to shape up my physical self. A month passes and i still feel the same. I have failed to make use of the holy month in full term. Nonetheless, i am greatful that i am given the chance to experience it. Let us pray that we would be able to meet Ramadhan once again next year.

Eid Mubaarak. I congratulate those who managed to find Laillat-ul- Qadr.

Four posters bed

I am appalled by the sheer lacking of customer relationship skills of some of Malaysian owned companies. How many times in our entire life as a consumer and customer that we feel cheated, over-charged, duped, 'cross-sold' etc.? MANY i would presumed.

We no longer had the ease of mind even after the things that we buy and the service that we enjoy had been rendered. There is always this doubt as to whether the money we paid really being reasonably comensurated by the things that we get.

I had terrible time dealing with an Indonesian run furniture shop and a plumber recently. These are, to sum it all, munafiks. They made promise and then they broke. I guess these people no longer needed customer these days. Yesterday was the culmination of my most terrible experience as a consumer. I was given false promises by a jati furniture shop - Seni Ukir Budaya Ulu Kelang- the whole day. At first they promise to deliver the good at 12 noon, then at 3 pm, then at 6 pm. And guys, i had to call them up over and over again instead of them calling me!. They didnt even apologise for the munafik promises thay made. I waited until 10 p.m as they promised to deliver by then. And guess what? They didnt come and they dont bother to call!!.

I have wasted by whole Monday waiting in agony. I am thinking of filing a complaint to the Tribunal should the munafik refused to refund my deposit.

...2 hours later

Hmm i finally got the reason why this Indonesian-owned furniture shop did what they did to me yesterday. It turned out that they were pre-occupied by a request from a new mosque in Bangsar to install a new jati mimbar. I guess the reason why they didnt called me is because they didnt have a system of delivery that monitors the movement of goods akin to IKEA. They didnt even have client list and dont bother about receipt. Kampong style indeed. Can't blame them really. So the manager profusedly apologise to me and said that she was incapacitated by the sudden increase of orders for Raya. Her softspoken-ness and motherly look made me to reconsider buying the bed frame.

speech therapy

I was strucked by my sheer ignorant today thanks to my colleague. I should be more careful from now on whenever and whatever i am going to say in this blog. This piece of space that i 'owned' has now gained an honourary encroachment from within the organisation. I can't blame anyone but myself for this. And i don't think it's fair to call everything off either. I just need a moment to reflect and contemplate and try to adapt the new era of 'cautious' freedom of speech.

Intoxicated

We were at the famous Jalan Bellamy ikan bakar hawker centre yesterday. Two of our colleagues had recently being promoted to Manager position. So as it has always been, a tradition of sort, the newly appointed Managers had to buy the whole office lunch. The spread was good-the fish ranged from ikan pari, ikan keli, ikan terubuk and ikan jacket. The dippings (and this include sambal belacan) i must say, were the raison d'etre for the whole ikan bakar affair. Same goes to Tangling and several other ikan bakar joints that i used to patronised, it was the dippings that matter.

A course mate of mine-a Pakistani- several months back asked me as to why is it difficult to find a good Malay restaurant offering authentic Malay kampong food in K.L particularly in Bukit Bintang area. I don't know what to reply. The question still lingers in my mind up to this day and is still valid. My observation on Malay restaurants in and outside K.L has always been that these joints are barren, short-lived and not as colorful and bright as mamaks.

More often than not, it is those Malay hawkers selling their fares under the Ketapang trees and besides mouse-infested drains who survived and thrived. No offence though and mind my shallow observations but this is what i see and notice. And almost half of these hawkers are not Malaysian. They are either Southern-Thais or Indonesian.

A food for thought indeed.

A new journey begins...

Starting afresh, rejuvenated by Pansoon's current and life as an independent man. A week loads of life-turning experiences. Thanks mom. dad. friends.

Elle est souriante - She smiles

"...last nite moon said to me, if your friend is not messaging you, why don't you leave your friend. I looked at moon and said does your sky ever leave you when you don't shine...?"

This was an sms sent by one of my few female friend whom i got to know back then, when i was a student in Gombak.

Lately i have been receiving a healthy dose of messages and e-mails from my female friends- several of which i knew while the rest i can barely recalled.

And for the past weeks, i have been bombarded again, by that inevitable question of marriage - one from my Pengarah during staff meeting, one from a colleague at cafe and several others from my own relatives.

Another colleague of mine proposed to be my middleman. He has a list of names (an A-list that is) comprising of lecturers, lawyers and teachers.

I smiled at this collection of coincidences. I am loved! Will i ever then? Ameen.

Heavenly Heaven

The sweeter side of life...


Last week has been great. However, I had mental torments along the way though. I was assigned to 'escort' a colleague to Kuantan on Thursday. The downfall about tagging along this senior colleague of mine was that i had to listen to his incessant campaign to join his way towards 'a greener pastures' by becoming a direct-selling agent. I was brainwashed starting from Genting-Sempah up to Gambang.



Fine. I nodded ever obediently to his arguments. Neither that i said i am gonna signed up nor i objected any of his reasonings.


The fresh sea breeze and a dip down Hyatt's deep blue pool was indeed heaven! I was for a second, drifted by the sheer beauty of the South China Sea.


I arrived in K.L just in time to catch the Mak Yong perfomance at I.B. We (Amy, Mya and the K.Ys) had mixed feelings about the performance though. After the performance, Amy, Mya, Sham and i went to Naili's at Sentul for a mini birthday bash to celebrate Mya birthday.

On Saturday nite at K.Y, we (the K.Y members) had serious discussion about marriage life. Our blissfully married friend, Hazem shared his experience about what it was like to be someone's husband, the responsibilities and the 'politics' in bed. We were mesmerised by his vivid descriptions on what its like to be in bed with the opposite sex. huhu.

On Sunday we scouted for gifts at IKEA. I owed Amiey and Mya gifts each for their birthdays. Come nite, we spent time at Shah's house for 22nd AJL.

Fais de Beaux Re^ves

or simply means "Sweet dreams.."

I learnt this from my tutor Madmoiselle Lin - a bubbly, 30 something celebataire (bujang aka dinch marrien) lady from Shah Alam.

Ever since i joint the class, my whole worldview on lifelong learning has changed drastically. I am more ready to embrace the realm of student-hood and everything alma mater has to offer. I am passinonate to learn and keep learning. I am moved by the sheer spirit to improve one-self as rightfully depicted by Haron, Mitch and several others of my good friends.

Let us learn and keep discovering.

Kindred spirit

It's been a while since my last posting last year. The hiatus though was not due to anything big, not that i am bogged by work or anything. I was time and again succumbed to that ever repressive force of procrastination and 'malas'.

The year 2008 has been thus far great in the sense that quite a number of things have been 'corrected'. My relationship with my KY mates and office mates have been good albeit some hick ups here and there. My mom has been tolerating with me quite amazingly. I have started to live my life in an orderly manner and have been enrolling in a couple of language classes.

I have one thing that i need to overcome with. The fear to fly.

I just need to relinquish my courage to fly again.

I just need to fly...