Islanded and back...

People, I am back from the long awaited vacation down in Perhentian Island, staying in Senja Bay Resort; supposedly to get away from lots of stuff going on in August. Really glad I did it (Thanks Iza!). It all went down to Iza fulfilling the four days with Open Water Course and Tasha and me satisfying time with eat, sleep, soaking the sun and dip into the very clear ocean water along the Long Beach. It was like being in another country when surrounds with all those Mat Salleh… Occassional meet with locals caused us joy. Funny!

To sum it all up, I am happy, not too tired with all that mini jungle trekking and faux swimming… but I am contented…

p.s: O yea, I apologize boss for not picking up the phone…

Maafkan bila ku tak sempurna...

Just when I thought I faced everything there is in life, last Friday definitely a wake up call. In split seconds, the doctor saw the huge lump and decided I need an urgent Lumpectomy. So I did. I was on the operating table last Saturday, undergone the operation. And now am waited anxiously for the lab result on Thursday. Hopefully it will be nothing serious that could lead to radiation etc... Insya Allah...


Ya Allah, I feel so small sometimes in this big old place... forgive me for not spending more time with you...

Sex, NYC and Fabulousity

I did have something to blog prior to this entry. Something about seeing fairytale Beauty and the beast in the Musical and later watching the reality show; the apprentice all in the same week. It was like a jolted from a dream back to reality in a time machine.

Anyway, the thing I am about to enlighten is so much more worth telling, it is so marvelous I even relive the same experience in my sleep with me as the main character…

It began with the gruesome hour of standing in line for free tickets redemption to the most awaited show of the year. Never mind the pain later inflicted while heading to the train that gave me an ugly big bruise in the thigh, SEX AND THE CITY is definitely became my flick of the year, heck, and my life… O yeah, spent time watching it with my girlfriends made it even more awesome!

Set aside the O so fabulous “labels for rent” and the real labels flaunted around the beautiful NYC, I was drawn and still am moved with whatever Carrie Bradshaw and the gang brought on screen and eventually to my head. Among others that also got me thinking is:

1. While Cliché is overrated, I think it is always what a girl need. I won’t mind a dozen roses every now and then, a constant reminder of love assurance in writing won’t hurt and an old-fashioned on bended knee proposal will always, always be a perfect deal starter.

2. Those avant-garde and runway fashion dresses and such that did not make any sense, will always found me bring it if I had a chance to get my hand in it, well IF I ever in the RIGHT town.

3. And finally, yes, LOVE does exist and falling into it once in a while and eventually into the one that sticks will be super amazing! Now I become more anxious to one day to have that moment with a significant other and me.

Last but not least, perhaps a love letter to sum up the feelings I have for SATC…

Dear Me,

This may be weird that I would write (or type) a love letter or
some sort to myself but doesn’t it always have to be about me? (Samantha) and to
persistently believe that there will be the ONE for me out there (Charlotte); To
finally have that one as my very own family, the one I could go home to after
working hours (Miranda); all that and with the support of a fabulous friendship
that lasts a lifetime (CARRIE), with the happy ending in the end. All the above
will be the greatest gifts a girl can have.

Yours truly,
Yours truly.

The Malayneum Chronicle

It's been a while...

Since then, I constantly complaining about how my International passport is expired this December and only two pages filled and just two out of four stamps are foreign, yet, no holiday plan overseas got realized again.

Since then, I still am evaluating my purpose in the workplace with less and less enthusiasm to follow through the system, the bureaucracy and the stubbornness of my mind to be driven to labor fulfillment. Yet, no action done to change course of my corporate ladder climbing to success.

Since then, more and more fairytales got the best of me and when one of those dream of others came true, it only kept me wallowing on my fate and caused me verging on desperation, totally humiliating!

Nevertheless, these past months had seen me appreciating Malaysia as a whole, well maybe not the whole lempeng, but I tasted the good portion with a dip into a very delicious curry. Glad I am able to appreciate the country and all in it despite the hatreds and chaos being provoked, life should be endured, seriously, with a slight taste of humor along the way, in line with fuel and other’s price hike that is…

And so here it went

* The trippin’ vacation….

Be it a planned one or a business with pleasure opportunity, me, ma, sis and gangs manage to explore places and food for joyfulness. Johor brought back memories with a food feast moment as a good reminiscence, Malacca was a historical exploration with me appreciating history, Tuah, Melayu etc, I guess Port Dickson never boring, when one took their mommy hiking in the recreational forest hill this time and Penang with it’s very confusing road, an amazing road trip and a definite food haven for all penangites to be proud of. It was all now very close to my heart. Now, I can’t wait for my next adventure in Perhentian Island, well, more like relaxing by the sea reading books since I am terrified of water. Minus the adventure my friends will be experiencing (scuba diving and snorkeling) hope I’ll get the rest much needed for.

* The entertaining Malaysian…

With the ever irreplaceable legendary P Ramlee (who always remind me of my father), a Musical number brought us all back down memory lane definitely worth the time spent. P Ramlee The Musical managed to give me goose bumps and unending smile. Another movie by khabir Bhatia managed to get me to the cinema and watch another Malay movie, SEPI. Despite friend’s warning of a teary affair, not one drop of water coming down from my eyes. It was entertaining though… really.

So, despite me wanted to be American or Australian or whatever-ian, I am glad I am here, as a Malaysian in the homeland of Malaysia, But, if one foreign opportunity knocks, I am out of here… in a split! Traitor! Hehehe…

What else? With the recent office gossip about me among others? I guess I am contented for now.

Idol Updates

The final 12 of American Idol hopefuls were battling it up, for the first week today. I thought they are all wonderful, with a few of them kinda play it very safe. The theme was the ultimate selection that I would be the happiest if I were one of the contestants:

“Songs from John Lennon and McCartney Song book”

Who can ask for more than that? And the best to me tonight; Carly Smithson with Come together, Brooke White singing Let It be and Michael sang Across the Universe. Superb! I can just lost in it...

… Nothing’s gonna change my world…

seriously, any takers?

Powerhouse in small packages

Lil' Champs (Sa Re Ga Ma Pa) has ended down in Bollywood land, nevertheless I won't mind watch the repeat shows all over again (Channel ZEE, ASTRO). These Bollywood kids can certainly bring down the house with their powerful range of voices (Weird how I wasn't really keen with those local singing talent shows) To my defense, I think those Indian kids really really talented in singing all those long melodically challenged Indian songs. I salute y'all. This has been my newfound interest on the tele!

Laugh all you want... I enjoyed it very much, because the show made me smile, cry and wanna dance all night!

Find all about it here

The new squeeze...

Yep.. introducing this guy in my life right now, well, at least for a few hours every day or every other day. Isn't he's a cutie?

Funny Side Up! Wayyy up!

I remember when my friend used to call me a joker among our clan of friends. Those who surround me these days will be wide-eyed with disbelief when they hear and see this. But I think I have that gift once (or maybe I still have, I just don't realize it? i dunno...), making funny remarks most of the time, have them laugh out loud till they cried. What a memory.

Watching LAST COMIC STANDING making me wish I am one of them, proving I am actually funnier the rest of the world. What a way to living life huh? Make people laugh ALL the time. A remark made by one of the contestant gave a good wake up call, “it’s either suicide or comedy man”. And he was an accountant, the parents made him have a secure job, don't we all have that kind of parents? (I used to want to be an accountant so much once), and I thought I am the only stuck with my job.

I wanted so much to blame someone or something for me behaving this boringly, the appallingly stressful work life perhaps? I am instantly depressed the seconds I step into that building. The only thing that gets me going is the fact that I still need to dress up to go there. Being fashionable and having good sense of humour, what a great combination of the essence for a rocking personality to have at this moment huh? Yes indeed.

Or perhaps… with the unforgettable words of John Lennon's sang beautifully by David Archuleta today in the American Idol, maybe I can just stand up and preach this…

“You may say that I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will live as one”

When all fails...

…there's always music to heal my soul. And while I didn't take leave this year for Grammy, the repeat telecast was just as sweet. From the first serenade by amazing duet of the late Frank Sinatra and Alicia Keys, to the next performance and awarded winners, the show definitely worth glued on the sofa for three hours (as if that was the first time I am a couch potato...) Anyway, all the performance was awesome, with 50th celebrated to the the max! A mixture of legends and new breakthrough artists made Grammy this year the most amazing event to remember. (Now I sounds like Grammy host or something...)

My favorites won, from the ever so controversial big winner, AMY WINEHOUSE to my hero Foo Fighters, Alicia Keys and my man, Michael Bublé, the Grammy certainly made my day... my awful stressful day at work. I am glad I am still sticking to what I liked best. MUSIC!

With five Grammy under Amy's belt, Rehab made me sounds like I might be a perfect candidate… for this:

"They’re tryin to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no
Yes I been black,
but when I come back
You wont know, know, know"

And I am off… to never never land, dreamin of my making my next acceptance speech. SWEET!

H.E.L.P

People said “kawan ketawa senang dicari, kawan menangis seorang diri”, or something like that. And judging by my colleague’s/friend’s looks when I try to whine and whimper, I know they are tired of it. Peribahasa was derived from experience and when old generation brings that about to say about something or someone, it really is true. Sad as it sounds (especially to people like me) it is about time to hold any grievance to myself. All of sudden me being in peace about these things now is backed up by all the magazines this month which astonishingly ALL talked about stress management and be happy with ourselves. Even weirder when one of article that mention about ways to handling it and how people wrongly beat it before became an eye opener for me (I actually read all the articles this time). The article mentioned that talk about our bad/stressed-out day to colleagues or friends and by crying our lungs out behind close doors are actually a no-no. It won’t help diminish our anxiety; instead it only prolongs the grief further. Guess I have been doing it all wrong; no wonder I have lesser friends these days (well, plus me less hanging out with them lately) and more stressed out than ever. Anyway, suppose I have to be careful not to whine and rattle on about my dreadful days to others from now on, better start to learn to keep things to myself and diverted myself with something else I am at my happiest (yet to find what it is).

Until then, I do still need help by the way: (heard this recently on radio… just happened to be so appropriate…) Talking about irony.

HELP by The Beatles
Help, I need somebody Help, not just anybody, Help, you know I need someone, help. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured, Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors. Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, Won't you please, please help me? And now my life has changed in oh so many ways, My independence seems to vanish in the haze. But every now and then I feel so insecure, I know that I just need you like I've never done before.	Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, Won't you please, please help me. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured, Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors. Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.