Of DOM (No, not the tonic)

I‘m writing this from the office.

With regards to the title above, those are the creatures that I loathe the most, currently. Unfortunately they are everywhere. Ranging from the highest level in an organization to the most bottom. But to me, wherever they are sitting tok-pekung-like in their offices, be them superiors or kulis, I simply hate them all to the core.

Dirty ol’men aka DOM.

Okay.. easy to say, especially in medium to large organizations, we all have at least one. At most, infinity. These DOM, because of their wide experience and too much have eaten salt as the saying goes, they’re good at camouflaging themselves to portray the image as innocent ol’men. Just for a moment, they may appear decent and even charming. Don’t get conned, ‘cause right after the controlling phase is over, the whole dirtiness will be splashed about very obviously.

DOM are legendary. I officially separate them from the rest of the masses because the absence of respect, at least in my case. In fact, the respect level percentage totally zero defect. I mean zero. They view young women as eye-candies, stripping us naked with their kerepot dirty eyes. I don’t actually know or can ever be sure of to what extent their imagination can rise and excite themselves, but it’s simply really obvious. The facial expression, the gesture, the tone, even the gleam of their eyes change. From normal gaze to an absolute horny-limped-dick kinda one. It’s just extremely disgusting and unimaginable.

DOM somewhat all the same, but way worse if they are really old and ugly. Most efficient DOM may have a very bulky pocket with fat wallet and bunch of keys of several luxury sedans. Again, don’t get conned because that’s not the standardized trait of DOM. They may be just an ustaz who’s driving Iswara at 52 earning RM1,800 a month (worse if with 3 wives, 1 more vacancy), or could be a supervisor somewhere managing 5 or 6 staffs with the complacency of a general manager, or tauke restaurant.. anything.

Well, I have PMS today, I met 2 serious DOM during appointment for the last 4 hours.., I’m extremely tired.

I expect to look up to my old people. I expect them to be my role models. I expect all the Hajis that I have to liaise with in my work are really the people that have been to the Holy Land, and that there must be something that we can learn from ‘em. Well, that are just my expectations. But who says your expectation may determine what the reality may be.. And that’s why this entry.

My approach to old men are the same, I treat them all as if they are my father’s friends, or my uncles. I speak in constant tone and middle-tuned voice so that their old ears can capture my message clearly, and I’m very polite to them…

But the last line that I ever need to hear from them in this world is..

“So.. u hujung minggu ni buat apa? Le Meridien ada buka restaurant baru dekat sana I dengar.. maybe kita boleh visit..”
* While sitting back, mata kecik sikit, suara perasan seksi….

Bloody hell.

When in Doubt, post Friendship Poem ( Tribute Part I )

Silhouettes of Separation

I saw the seeds of yesterday
So later would bloom the memories
I pluck that very smile of yours
In my heart they will lay.

I engrave the bittersweetness
of life in my soul
And the pureness of our friendship
I lift the past from its shadow
As I shed my tears away.

I see the silhouettes of tomorrow
It is my fear come true
I cry and mourn for this sorrow
And in my dreams, I remember you.


For the life of me, this is one of my favourite poems. Given to me from my best friend in STF.

It was just a simple composition, very beautifully written, yet moving and touching at the same time. The second you finished the last line, you know it was written by the heart.

When heart speaks, you can see there’s no boastful elements to make the writing simply pretty with made up substances. Plain honesty. When heart speaks, the integration of words with one another as if they all hold hands, the words were born to sit there, tied together, formed as a poem. When heart speaks, it’s like a compressed story that flows like a breeze, almost like a beautiful melody where the tunes are just perfect.

To the friend whom I received this poem from, in tribute to our friendship, there will be more treasured compositions to be monumented here.

For our bittersweet experiences that we once shared, and also as a marker and inspiration to all blooming friendships everywhere.

Here’s to friendships, and love, may God Almighty bless us all.

Weekend like no Other

Woo.. it was definitely a weekend like no other.

I mean, I could really felt it, that I really once used to think that all this would happen at least forever from now, or..are all these just a very long continuous dream? Whatever it be, certainly not a ‘today’ thing as per what have I imagined long ago.. and it’s happening.

Sometimes, even me can get head spinning listening to myself.

Let’s get this straight. Okay, here goes..

The recent weekend, we went ring shopping (shit now I’m an official ‘we’ gal), looking around for the right wedding venue, right attire; would it be long white modern gown or long flowy kebaya. Also we (duh) bought like 5 bridal magazines for references. Shall I just conclude that myself and Bigfish have no idea where to start, mm, to be frank, firm on what we actually want, you see.. To make it more dramatic and traumatic, we actually don’t err, know where to go for the invitation cards, which boutique and stylist who understand our needs, which caterer serves good food within our financial capacity that won’t burn a volcanic hole in our pockets..We do visualize how’s it gonna be, but after a few rounds at some gardens and hotels, we tend to mix up our wants and needs, and potentially overtaken by the whole event despite the restricted budget. So we ended up..pening. Bigtime.

But I’d have to say, altogether it’s a fantastic experience. I mean, how many times you get to go ring shopping in your life even you don’t really fancy rings? You are practically forced to get yourself a nice ring and there’s someone who happily and willingly paying for it? See what I mean. The whole affair is just a once-a-lifetime matter. Mm..I’m sure everyone does hope so. :)

Also interestingly, I discovered that I don’t really take joy in wedding shopping. I thought I’m gonna love it just like many of my girlfriends do..but no. All the shopping around and bargaining made me feel like staying home and having a long nap. But I love shopping! How come yea..

Hmm..just my theory, prenuptial syndrome. You become overly fussy and sensitive and lethargic. Must be all the high expectations that you want the Day to be simply perfect. So it’s shopping with a bag of pressure on your shoulders. Yup, that’s why.

Well I’m very tired today due to the exhausting weekend. Bigfish is simply fully occupied during weekdays and we are counting the weekends we gonna have for the whole planning and preparations. And so, we have this thought to just hire a planner. A relatively good, economical one, not the bashing kind ( we met one yesterday, he opens his mouth to talk about nothing less than 100K budget.. crazy).
Suggestions are highly welcomed and appreciated.

To my good friend, Intan.. Happy Belated Birthday.
Have a blessed and wonderful year ahead.

And suddenly..

I used to think i'm not the marrying kind.

Oh yes, i did, for so long as if it has been my idea that came packaged with me from the womb.

But should i call it a miracle when a fixed ideology can just changed overnight?

And now, let me just tell what has been up with me these few days, when the morning of December 10th 2004, I decided to accept the proposal of my boyfriend of about 10 months, to marry him.

Here lies me, the girl who thinks she can survive the world without attachment and love, is getting engaged to the guy, which she loves so dearly, and he, which she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

..God willing.

More in future posts. Because for now, I'm having a very very busy weekend. Y'know..those stuffs. :)

Maybank 2 Me

Have you guys registered to Maybank2u?

Hmm, I feel as I can hear a big roar of “YAAAHHH!!!”

And also can almost feel the imaginary stones being thrown on me for being so paleolitical (this word is no family at all with ‘political’. Don’t know? You must have failed your History).

But really, today I can just feel it inside me, some sense of satisfaction and should I say, achievement for finally being able to be an officially registered Maybank2u user. Maybank now is 2me. Hehe. Not that I’ve never tried to become one of you out there much much earlier than NOW, attempts have been made, trust me.

The machines apparently were never in order, sometimes just silly when I pop myself there only to find out they were closing the door to fix something on the ATM or whatever hell-machines they have inside there. As I’m always on the run, I knew and will always know waiting 20 minutes can always be a big cause of something and the aftermath effects will somehow can leave me in a total helpless situations. That’s something that I really cannot afford to do. My line of job is full of professional buggers who are trained to make other people’s lives miserable. Of course, it’s my choice. But then again, there’s more to just dealing with them. So I survive. And no, my 20 minutes still too precious to me, I hate waiting for more than just 5 minutes.

Back to my new found joy on Maybank2u, mm, so convenient. I can access with my utility bills messiness in a breeze, and no more hopping out from the car in the middle of jam just to check whether my salary’s in. Of course, I have known this for long, but for heaven’s sake, I’ve been spending hundred hours I suppose, from the last 4 years every month to bank in my rental to the landlord’s account. And now, I can even do it buck naked with the comfort of my own room, at anytime. What could be better than this… ooh

Alrighty.. so my dear friends, whoever reading this, if you are a Maybank account holder, and always find yourselves juggling with your packed schedules, and have slowly turned into a professional procrastinator especially bill-payment department like me, Maybank2u I believe is created especially for people like us.

You can feel the difference.

P/S The lowdown, they charge RM12 a year for this service.

Post Raya in the city

Whoa..it’s been quite a while. Yep, a pretty while. So it’s gonna be a long post. Heheh. Go away if you must.

There are several core reasons here:

1) Seriously tied up with work, that said I haven’t been spending my almost 10 working hours sitting by the computer at my desk. I’d love to, just something I can’t afford to in my line of job. Pheww..

2) Then suddenly, I looked in my organizer, no appointments for a few spared free hours, ermm, production is going on smooth, there’s no need to have a check in the factory, and many books already delivered. Hurray, some free time to go online and stay there. Only to find out half an hour later, I just stared blankly in front of the old PC, clueless of what to blog about (or splash about). So I just keep myself current with news online. (maybe I’m turning into a boring freak)

3) Okay, and I don’t have internet connection at home. And my splashing ideas usually come out in quite a splashing way at about 10-12 pm everyday. No medium to jot about. That says it all.

I hope life has been treating you people fairly these days. I’m sure many of us are still in Raya celebration mode. Post raya, open houses everywhere. I’ve seen a few friends, which I once considered blessed with good figure, but somehow now still blessed, with few kilos extra flesh. They are just as beautiful, and aware of their new-found kilos, and can’t stop ranting about it. As for my case, I’m just as chubby as ever. It’s something to smile about when I have long accepted the fact that it’s really very difficult for me to lose weight and just as hard to gain also. So when I say, ‘maintain.., maintain..’ , it’s just ol’ me, chubs and all, sans the additional bags of flesh.

Well back to open house, this coming weekend will be another super-packed one. If I’m allowed to sum up Raya definition in just one, one word, shall I say, hectic? In a good way, of course. But we still can’t bill people for our therapeutic therapy, can we? So, this weekend I’ll be hanging around with my ol’time STF gals. That’s really something to be looked forward to. And I do. In the evening on that Saturday, to Nadia’s place. For friendship’s sake, just as much as business’s sake. The dad is the high gun in MAS, and me at the moment is on the verge to make a deal, and to close it, with MAS. God willing, things will look out in a fruitful way. The following Sunday, with Bigfish to his friend’s. I know exactly what I would be thinking on Sunday evening, numbering the lists of things to do that surely will not have slots at all for this weekend.

Hmm..

1) My monthly fixed cost, utility bills, house rent, credit cards.. that all may need time to pay. I’m currently thinking of some faux appointments (for an excuse) so that can buy longer time during lunch hour.


2) To meet up with my insurance agent and finalise my documents and et ceteras upon my recent purchase. I’m now a Pru convert.


3) Go to that car tint shop, choose a nice filter film for my boyfriend’s car. Hmm, the joy of being the decision maker.


4) Look at houses at Kota Damansara. Potential spot to reside one day.

5) Must visit my sick iMac which is now being warded at a Mac hospital in Great Eastern Mall. This one is greatly victimized in my act of procrastination. This really should go to number 2.

At least, above is the top 5 of my somewhat pretty lists of things that we have to/ must/ shall/ should do. As my last 2 weeks, and foreseeing my next 2 weeks will all be full scheduled with open houses to attend. I’m not even an important individual, but I must say with that kind of schedule specially packed with big red marker of the word ‘OPEN HOUSE’, I also see the need to mention that I do skip several occasions, I wonder how’s it like with those VIPs. So you see, it’s not me, or us, we just live in the social society that full of benevolence and generousity. Result: Too many open houses to attend.

I actually have loads of happenings lately. Well, they are no huge, but some are really important, and significant, at least to me. That started with the marvellous Eid Mubarak with my family. A beautiful one, should I describe it, unlike past years, or some which was really really boring. To friends who still getting the money packets, good for you all since I received none. But you guys actually remind me that at our age, some of us are still eligible to get duit raya, and that we are all still young and rockin’! Yeah! Haha.

This is my first Raya with Bigfish, I value that. I met his family, the other day it was just his parents, his sister Along with the hubby and kids. It was at Along’s place. It was visibly obvious the good vibes floating around the family. The parents were really nice to me, the Mom is as charming as my own. Smart pretty Along was a bit stern but friendly, I know that I can get along well with her. And the kids, they just love me.. it was a merry sweet occasion that day, I hope God will bless us all with a direction that leads to everyone’s best and happiness. Fuh, sometimes I do feel scared because it’s a fragile thing when you’re in love and fear of losing the flowery feeling.

By the way, just a brief of last night’s happening. I cried hard like I never did before, I thought I can cry out my lungs and intestines. It was the tears that I have spared for so many years. Well, there’s nothing as catastrophic enough when a girl in love cries. Must be the relationship, and it’s true. Despite the whole rosy picture of my relationship saga with Bigfish, of course, I do have one opinion of his ONE major lowdown. He’s made of the green-eyed creature. We had the biggest argument last night just of one foolish silly matter: I was pissed being interrogated about my exchanging phone number with a guy friend that I know from college. I was thinking he shouldn’t be asking me like that, as it insulted me, and the guy is really just a friend that I bumped in Carrefour. He thinks why should I give my phone number to every guy friend that I met, it was like, what for? Do I want people to call me or what?

Yknow people..it’s difficult I tell ya. When you think you are just a normal person, and you love your boyfriend to boot, and he still thinks that you may like it when other guys call you. That you may be flattered and such. And all I think about is just him.

Thank God, we’ve talked about it. And now we’re back to square one. We’re good. I’m still feeling a wee bit disappointed in all this as I still don’t have his complete trust. But I know what he has been through last time. And I’m giving him another chance.

I thank my good friend Sooz for comforting me when I was all wet and sloppy with tears and flooded nostril. I’m sorry Sooz I was reluctant to hug you because you looked so good and I don’t want to dirty your shirt with face that looked like just caught in the drain. Thank you very much. And o yea, I did hear strange sounds last nite. :)

Last but not least, have a good week everyone!