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About Me
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:: in my 20s ::
:: malaysian ::
:: pj, selangor ::
:: don't smoke nor drink ::
:: multimedia designer ::
:: likes hamsters ::
:: likes anime ::
:: sometimes curse ::
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| No Dogs, Cats & Hamsters Allowed |
| 03.31.04 (9:58 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] Yesterday's notice caught me by suprise. On the notice board was pinned an A4 paper, with bold headings. I walked closer and caught sight of the first few words... "It has come to our (management) attention that some tenants are still rearing pets within the condo... bla bla bla...". I thought probably some maniac tenant must've complained about seeing pet dogs/cats around the vicinity of the condo, hence the notice again. I continued reading further and my eyes almost popped out of my sockets... "No Dogs, Cats & Hamsters Allowed". WHAT!!! WTF!!! HAMSTERS!!!
I can understand if you bar people from rearing dogs and cats inside a condo... dogs may bark, cats may scratch etc... but hamsters??? First, can you even tell me which house is rearing hamsters? What loud sound can a hamster possibly make? What mess can they make? I told my mum & dad about the notice and we had a good laugh over it. "Next time, we'll rear goldfish! See what they say next!" my mum exclaimed. Talk about stupidity. I'm guessing the complaint must've been from my spinster neighbour. She complains about any damn thing. She abhors anything that eats & breathes. She hates everything.
I've lived in this condo since 1998, and I can tell honestly say not once have I even seen any doggie or kitty poo anywhere around the condo premise. That shows the pet owners have been very responsible people. They make sure their pets don't litter the place. In fact, I'm ok if my neighbours rear dogs/cats, just as long their pets don't dirty the surrounding place. This is simple toleration, like dat oso cannot meh? Of course I've heard some dogs bark, but it's an occasional thing. And they don't bark at night. So far the only thing that's actually wailing at night is some baby. But that has since stopped. Cannot tahan baby crying? Complain to management and say you cannot tahan baby wailing? DOINK!!!
Maybe my next plan is to get more hamsters. Maybe get a rat! Kekekekekekeke :twisted:
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| Streamyx Problem? |
| 03.31.04 (12:56 am) [edit] |
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Is it just me... or is anyone else having problems using their Streamyx line? It keep disconnecting for no particular reason :? Hmph... so much for "always on, 24/7 broadband connection". Ptui! :x
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| The Metrosexual Man |
| 03.30.04 (7:49 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] It's the latest term to hit the streets: Metrosexual. What does metrosexual mean?
Metrosexuality - noun. (met.roh.SEK.shoo.ul). An urban male with a strong aesthetic sense who spends a great deal of time and money on his appearance and lifestyle.
So if a guy takes great care in his appearance, goes for monthly facials, updates his wardrobe efficiently, enjoy the idea of shopping and has no qualms whatsoever about spending loads of cash on making sure he looks great from the time he gets up from bed to the time he steps into bed... he's a Metrosexual. A new breed of man (literally speaking). What makes a metrosexual man different from a "normal" man?
Metrosexual Man : Buys various facial/beauty products. Ensures a smooth flawless, healthy glowing skin. Is not afraid to embrace his feminine side. Plucks his eyebrows to achieve a nice looking arch. A sense of neatness. Goes for monthly facial treatments to maintain a healthy appearance.
Normal Man : Washes face with soap and water, then shave. Wa-la! Job done.
Metrosexual Man : Takes great care in ensuring he's dressed right for the occasion (shirst must match shoes and vice versa). Constantly updating his wardrobe with what's hot & trendy (images of narcissistic young men sporting fashionable clothes and accessories). Think GQ.
Normal Man : T-shirt & jeans. Occasionally a tie for special functions. Practicality mar.
Metrosexual Man on Normal Man : Insensitive, rowdy, slob, unromantic
Normal Man on Metrosexual Man : Sissy, faggart, gay, pussy, ah-kua
A metrosexual man is no different from a normal man. A metrosexual takes extra pride in making sure he looks good all the time, which in term would translate to spending available cash on "products" to make himself look good. He watches what he eats, counts the calories, frequents the gym, sweat in style. A straight guy really, but embodies the heightened aesthetic sense often associated with certain types of gay men.
I couldn't care less about what the explanation is. I wouldn't wanna go out with a man who puts foundation on his face and paint his nails :shock: ! Give me Aragorn anytime over Legolas babeh!!! MUAHAHAHA!!! :twisted:
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| Hair Colour |
| 03.29.04 (10:49 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] My hair colour is originally dark brown. It has always been this colour, except for maybe a few strands of lighter brown and white hair. Some of the white is so white, it looks silver :P I've always been fine with my hair colour. No complains whatsoever. I'm happy with the colour. Sometimes under the sunlight, my hair tends to reflect different shades of brown, and some people will ask if I coloured my hair *giggles*
Some years back, I did colour my hair though, just for the fun of it. I wasn't into those canggih-fied colours like bright red, blonde or even purple. Too "yeaa" for me ler. The 1st hair colour I chose was a subtle red tone, one I got off the shelves from the pharmacy. I didn't know how to apply the colour, so I actually went to a salon and got the lady to colour my hair using the product I bought. I was quite happy with the results, something not to obvious yet something new. The lady told me that the dye would probably last about 30 washes, which was fine with me cos I was just playing around with the idea anyway. So there I was, sporting a new hair colour. My 1st experience in 1997 I think... hehehehe :D
My 2nd hair colour experience was some time in 2000. I had just completed my part-time multimedia course, and had been attending a couple of interviews here & there. Then my sister asked me if I wanted to go for this Loreal market survey discussion thingy in Damansara Uptown. Can get freebies wor :P Oklah, so we both went for it. It turns out that Loreal was about to launch a new hair colour product into the market, but before that they wanted to just conduct a survey as to why people colour their hair, which brands to they use etc etc. Some of the participants had hair colour so canggih. Bright vivacious red, flaming orange. Couple that with blue or green contacts :shock:. After that, each of us got a free box of hair colour (can choose the colour you want). I chose a reddish tone (I just prefer reddish tones I guess). I didn't use the colour until a couple of months later. Got my sis to help me apply it onto my hair. I remembered cos it was the same night I made plans to go with a bunch of colleagues to Bali (the club, not the island). My bf (then-colleague) kept smelling my hair in the car cos the afterwash had this great after-wash fragrance. Guess it was driving him wild :lol:
Currently I have no plans to colour my hair. Lazy ler... LOL. Anyway, dowan to damage my hair oso. So who else has tried colouring their hair? What colours did you experiment with? Green? Blue? Pink? Tell tell...!
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| Idiot Behind The Wheel Story |
| 03.28.04 (11:05 pm) [edit] |
Young man drives dad's van to some place. While driving, a motorcyclist accidently knocks side mirror (it happens mar, sometime the cyclist try to squeeze themselves and accidently langgar your side mirror). Young man *tulan, chase the cyclist & starts to hon the cyclist. Cyclist *tulan, calls a few other cyclist friends and surrounds young man & the van. Young man freakes out and locks all doors. Cyclists *tulan, starts threatening young man and banging the exterior of the van (causing some dents here and there). Young man got the fright of his life (or maybe for the day), goes home and gets helluva trashing from his dad.
My bf told me the story during lunch. The young man happens to be one of our family friend's pathetic uni grad son. LOL Padan muka.
tulan : very very pissed
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| Idiots Behind The Wheels |
| 03.28.04 (7:53 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] Malaysian drivers are ultimately one of the worse kinds in the world. Of course we also have several good drivers around, but there are many lousy drivers out there terrorising our gentle lives with their superb driving ability & speeding (or lack of it) skills. Yesterday I was on the way back from up north. Traffic was ok, despite many cars. No jams though... that is, until you reach Selangor state. The weather had been gloomy the whole day, with the occasional clouds and sunshine. But as you reach the Selangor borders, the weather began to change drastically. It began to rain slightly, and the sky was turning dark (in a weird sort of dark way). I guess some idiots behind the wheels decided that it's the sky's sign of telling him/her to slow down while cruising on the far right lane. WTF! You're on the FAST lane, and you're slowing down??? Do you know you can cause an accident to happen? Apparently, such incompetant minds cannot process the fact that slowing down on the FAST lane could result in bumper-to-bumper traffic or worse. If you're gonna slow down, at least inch your way to the left lane and spare the rest of the drivers bah! Nooo... stick to the right lane, drive at 40kph, press the breaks once a while, let the red light flash flash a bit. Syok punya pasai. I could slap your freaking face. Such drivers are the cause of traffic jams in the country. For no particular reason, slow down. Oi! Mana you dapat lu punya lesen! Kopi lesen ka? @&$#%*$^#%@%^#&$
Anyway, while on the way back, I did see an accident. One car flew into a ravine. A few cars stopped on the left and I saw some people helping some of the injured out of the crashed car. Saw a guy's hand covered in red...
Berhati-hati di jalanraya.
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| Hiatus |
| 03.24.04 (1:06 am) [edit] |
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I will be away for a few days. Catch you guys next Monday. Adios! :wink:
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| Lucky |
| 03.23.04 (11:42 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] I remember Lucky very well. He was the family pet. I don't know what breed he was, probably a mongrel of some sort. But he was our dog, our lovely pet. I was living with my grandparents since birth... that was like in the late 70s (my parents moved out much later). I remember my mum telling me that Lucky was brought into the family a couple of months before I was born. So technically, he was born a few months ahead of me, which makes us the same age in human years.
Lucky was adorable. He was quite a big dog. Obedient and fuzzy. Whenever my sister & I went out to the garden (we had a huge garden), he would be tagging along. He would give us piggy rides, since we're like midgets at that time. He also has a very keen sense of hearing. You see, in the garden there's this round marble table. Everyday at a certain hour (like around 5 - 6pm), Lucky would go to the table and sit on it. It's like he's waiting for something. Lucky could actually make out my dad's car's engine sound. Lucky knew if the next car to drive by was my dad's car or other cars. And Lucky was never wrong.
Lucky was never allowed into the house. My grandma was very strict about letting him into the house cos Lucky has long fur, and dogs shed fur so... Lucky was always outdoors. There were times he managed to jump into the house... then you see my grandma having a fit! "Chut hui ahhh...!" which means "Shoo! Go out!" Sometimes Lucky wouldn't listen, and my grandma would be whipping to rotan to scare Lucky... which works everytime. Lucky also likes to run out to the main road when my dad opens the gate. My dad would be shouting at him "Lucky, get back here!" but Lucky will happily trot here and there... probably he knows he can get away with it. Sometimes my dad would punish Lucky if he doesn't come back into the compound. The punishment: Lock the main gate. Poor Lucky will be walking up and down the gate with a pitiful look.
Giving Lucky a bath can be quite a headache. One: He's a big dog. Two: He's stubborn. Three: After a bath, he has a tendency to fling dry himself making sure YOU get wet in the process. Four: After drying himself, he goes to the nearest grass-cum-dirt area and gives himself a dirt-rub. Man....
I was 7 when Lucky died. Till today, I'm not exactly sure how he died. Probably due to old age. 7 human years would be equivalent to 49 for dog age right? 7 x 7 = 49. I know most dogs can live until the ripe old age of 14/15. I think before that, Lucky was sick. I remember someone took Lucky to the vet (can't remember who). I remember on the day Lucky died, he was just lying there, motionless. My mum didn't let me go outside, so I sat by the window looking at Lucky's motionless body. I was crying my eyes out. My tuition teacher was comforting me cos I was crying and had no mood to do anything. My dad covered Lucky with sheets of newspaper and got some guys to help carry Lucky's body off to someplace (I don't know what they did with the body).
Subsequently, we got other dogs. But Lucky will always remain in our hearts. In fact, we have a photo of Lucky. It's the one and only photo we have on him. It's in the album somewhere, a memory of our family pet & member.
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| Latukship... Tan Sli-ship... Which one you wan? |
| 03.23.04 (1:44 am) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] Has any of you realised there are so many Datuks, Tan Sri's, YB whatever titles in Malaysia? Like it's so easy to obtain such a prestigious title in front of your name these days. "Let me introduce myself. I am Datuk Fancy-Name" or maybe "This is Tan Sri Lagi-Fancy-Name" On namecards, you can find such titles printed in bold, for your eyes to read it clearly and address the person using THAT title lar. Every year, there's a long list of names to be conferred such titles by the sultans. Seems like an easy way to gain prestige, eh? Even a taxi driver can become a Datuk. How to apply for Datukship you ask? Very easy only, you got money, can get Datukship/Tan Sri-ship liao. *ka-ching ka-ching*
I don't know how much it would cost to "buy" a title... but the figure's probably in the several thousands. That's right... you can BUY the title now you know! Refer to TV Smith's entry here for some humour. Cheee... few hundred thousand only marrr... kacang putih lah. Which explains why ever year, several prominent businessmen would be lining up to be conferred the title. Where else can you find the whole street full of Datuks & Tan Sri's. Only in Malaysia. Malaysia Boleh! They say if you throw a stone out your window, you're bound to hit either a Datuk or Tan Sri. I must try that one fine day...
So what's makes such titles so desirable? Easy lar, status mar. Got Datuk/Tan Sri in front of my name wor, sure people respect punya. Dun pray-pray ok. I am Datuk. I am Tan Sri. I very the powderful... I mean POWERFUL. Evetho my Engris hor, not vely good lar. But I still Latuk/Tan Sli you know. Your Engris so good, you Latuk/Tan Sli meh? You got deglee or MBA, you Latuk/Tan Sli meh? No mar, so I bettoh than you lor.You dun make me angwee ok. Dun make me tulan. If I tulan, I fire you kau-kau. I Latuk/Tan Sli ok!
So do I think that having a Datuk/Tan Sri is anything to be so f***ing proud of? I see such mindless titles as a damn cheap way of making one's self feel "more important" than the rest of the "normal" crowd. I Latuk/Tan Sli ok, you listen to me. I am God, ok? Such peope don't deserve such prestige. Prestige that can be bought is not prestige in any way at all, no matter how you look at it. You didn't do anything to deserve any title. Soon, the whole Malaysian population can afford to buy such titles. Then we can all be Latuks & Tan Sli's. Eh, Latuk *Char-Kuey-Teow! Gimme one plate, no chilli ar. Add more *see-hum oso!
*Char-Kuey-Teow : fried flat noodles
*see-hum : cockles
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| Nothing To Blog About... Blogger's Block! |
| 03.23.04 (12:19 am) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] Help! Got nothing to blog about lah. How...? How...? Damn sien rite? Not my fault... :oops: Really nothing interesting happened wor... What did I do today leh? Wake up, brush teeth, go to work, makan breakfast, read Dr. Liew's forum sikit, reply sikit, check email, go toilet, pangsai, read summore Dr. Liew forum, reply summore, finally start work, stupid people ask me do stupid stuff without giving me proper instructions (again), give them dirty look, do summore work, lunch time, makan-makan, come back, read summore forum, reply again, do more work, surf surf sikit, read the news, continue do work, check forum summore, now waiting for 5pm... 8)
Ehehehehee...
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| Such An Uncanny Feeling |
| 03.21.04 (11:14 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] What's the hottest topic of today? Why no holiday??? Lotsa people been asking that million dollar question. At least the schools got the day off. What about us working people? No sound from PM yet so... just have to wait kuaaa... Probably declare Saturday as an off day. HAH!
Read this: If you come to work late 3 times in a month, you get a warning letter. 4th time late, 2nd warning latter. 5th time late, 3rd warning latter. 6th time & more, deduct leave. If in any case no more leave, deduct salary. If you have to work on Sundays, must inform HR by Saturday 12pm. If not, no compensation. If you inform HR after 12pm, no compensation. If working on Sunday, < 5 hours, entitled 1/2 day annual leave. > 5 hours, entitled 1 day annual leave. If you work until 3am, you come in by 11am the next day. If you work until 5am, you can report in by 2pm. If you work beyond 6am, then you get the day off.
Hmm.... :roll:
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| Hmmm... |
| 03.19.04 (7:36 pm) [edit] |
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[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] I don't know why I'm getting this feeling. I feel a tad disappointment lingering in my chest. I try to tell myself it was all due to a miscommunication, but another part of me is saying this is all not worth it. The amount of work put into it was all futile. I hate this feeling. I feel like stuffing my face with food...
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| FOOD!!! |
| 03.18.04 (10:43 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] I can't think about anything other than seafood!!! I've got dinner tonight at Port Klang, and seafood is drifting in mind...
Crab meehoon....
Deep fried garoupa with sweet & sour sauce....
Fried rice with "lai-liu-har"....
Bamboo la-la
Steamed crabs....
*slurp slurp slurp* *drooling~~~*
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| Marie Claire Magazine & Me |
| 03.17.04 (11:23 pm) [edit] |
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[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] OH MY GAWDDDD!!! My colleague from the other dept downstairs is too damn free!!! He just buzzed me over the intercomm and read a line out to me..."He's a burp king and he does that in long streches... Oooohhh... gross!" I was stunned! "OMG!!!" I said. "You're reading Marie Claire!!!!" He laughed so hard at me while I giggled. Ok ok... so I was featured in Marie Claire once, that was like a year ago. I was helping a friend out for an article in the magazine, so there was a short interview and they took some shots of me and my bf to be used in the mag. No, I didn't get anything like freebies for that. I got the issue for that month free though :lol: HAHA!!! Can't believe there are still people reading those old issues... Oh man, those fella downstairs are gonna like, start telling everyone that someone from this company has appeared in Marie Claire before. Aiyo.... where to hide my face.... :oops:
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| Wedding Dinners: Traditional or Buffet |
| 03.17.04 (7:15 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] My sister who had just recovered from a flu messaged me via MSN messenger yesterday and we had an interesting converstion about wedding dinners. She was asking me when I was planning to get married.
Sis: Eh, when you getting married lar? Marry lah!
Me: Eh, you think so easy meh?
Sis: Easy mah. RM 40, go temple, sign papers. You get one witness, he get one witness.
Me: LOL. Okok... I go ask bf then. When house ready 1st lah.
Sis: You wan to belanja makan ah?
Me: Makan?
Sis: You know... the dinner...
Me: Oh, dunno yet wor. He wl most probably do it in his kampung. But one our side (female), dunno ler.
Sis: J (her bf) & I wl probaly have sumthing like a poolside buffet. So easy, dinner only mar. As long as got good food & beer, can lah. Wedding dinner cum house warming!
Me: Eh... good idea oso hor. 2 events in one. Anyway, most people only come for the food.
Sis: Yalah! No need for me to clean up summore. Dun care about the aunty uncle all lar. Wedding only mar, no need to make a big deal.
Which got me to thinking... Typical chinese couples would hold typical chinese wedding dinners. Either in hotels or chinese restaurants. Rarely do I hear people opting for buffets. Then I realised it's actually the chinese perception that when a person get's hitch, it's like a tradition to hold a typical wedding dinner to commemorate the happy occasion. So it's all in the minds. And if you choose to do it a different way, people will start to question you... Why lar, dun have 8-course dinner, why no sharks fin, how can like dat wan? So I conclude that most chinese couples abide to the typical chinese dinner rule not because they want to... but because tradition says you have to.
I don't know how my wedding reception/dinner would be cos I have yet to think about it :lol: But my sis did gave me a good idea: Poolside buffet. Actually hor, those chinese dinners sometimes can be quite *ma-fan. Why not just simplify things? Anyway, 30% of your guest are actually coming to celebrate your happiness. The rest are just there to eat. As long as the food is good, can pass lah. Complain got no sharks fin??? Eh friend, nowadays where they give you sharks fin? Soup & starch got lah. I invite you to come, you either come and eat or don't come at all. Complain summore, throw you into the pool :lol: Nolah, just kidding there.
*ma-fan: a cantonese term which means fussy/difficult
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| I'm Not A Uni Graduate... Is That A Problem? |
| 03.16.04 (7:59 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] This happened a couple of years back. My youngest sister had an English essay assignment: Write about a family member's education qualifications & career. So my sis decided to write about ME, her big sister :) Hence she asked me a whole bunch of questions like what did I study in college, what does my work involve, etc etc. Then, she meticulously compiled all the details and started to work on her essay. After she had completed it, she showed it to me and asked if she had written it well. I said she did a fine job and the next day, she handed her assignment to the teacher. She came back from school and told me that her teacher rejected her essay and was asked to rewrite it again. I was surpised and asked why. The teacher said to my sister that she wanted her to write about someone who is a Uni graduate, and since I was only a Diploma holder, the teacher decided that an essay on a Diploma holder was not good enough.
I was shocked. In fact, I was damn kau pissed at the teacher.
1: The teacher had the mentality of a cow to think that a Uni graduate is anytime better than a Diploma holder.
2: She gave the impression that only Uni grads are the best. Unless you're a Uni grad, you're a loser.
3: Who the fuck is she to say who's more worth writing about?
I chose to complete my diploma (3 yrs) and came out to work in 1999. Didn't occur to me to continue overseas, also cos it would've cost my parents close to 70K for another year of studies to get my degree. So I came out to work to gain experience. And here we have a dumbass teacher telling her students that Uni grads are the best. Fuck! I know someone who's a Uni grad but has brains the size of peas! So what if you have the papers? Anyone can be a Uni grad these days now. Granted, academic is an important aspect. But when you come out to the real world, it's your brains that count more, not your papers. Your papers can only get you so far. The rest of the journey depends on your luck, the people you meet, and your own initiative. I look down on such teachers. As the chinese saying goes: Ngo Pei Sii Lei :evil:
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| Golden Chicken 2 |
| 03.16.04 (6:37 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] I watched Golden Chicken 2 last night with my bf. Pronounced as "Kam-Kai 2". Yup, the sequel to Golden Chicken / Kam-Kai, starring Sandra Ng as a prostitute which also won her the Golden Horse Award last year. I didn't watch part 1, but I read that it's about a prostitute living in Hong Kong and the paths she has to go through as a prostitute.
Part 2 is pretty interesting too. It's 2046, and Sandra Ng (Ah-Kum) is oredi in her 80s, but since she spent several hundred thousand on plastic surgery, she still looks 35. Ah-Kum was taking a walk up to the Peak (a famous HK hill). She stumbled upon this young chap who was about to take some Delete pills, pills that erase your momery. One pill = Delete 1 year of memory. Ah-Kum foiled the guy's intention and in return, told him her life story. Golden Chicken 2 focuses a lot on the turmoils HK had to go through in 2003. There were lotsa actual scenes & reports taken from 2003, SARS especially. 2003 was probably the toughest time HK had to go through... which kinda moves you in a strange way.
Golden Chicken 2 also had cameo appearances of several well known actors such as Anthony Wong Chau Sang, Leon Lai (man he's good looking), Jacky Cheung, Andy Lau, and our very own Malaysian Lee Sin Jie. Nice movie.
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| Heavy Lunch = Heavy Eyes |
| 03.15.04 (10:41 pm) [edit] |
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[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] Had a presentation this morning. Got a free lunch. Almost fell asleep on the way back (I wasn't driving). Breath smells & taste like garlic cos the spagetti was full of garlic. I am so damn full and so damn sleepy now...
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| O.O Boob Story |
| 03.12.04 (7:26 pm) [edit] |
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[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] Yesterday night, I went to SS 2 with my bf, mum & sis on the pretext to find another hamster. While my mum went to the bakery next door, I helped my sis pick a hamster while my bf was looking at the various cute puppies. We didn't get a hamu cos they were already quite big, and I actually wanted a baby. The store owner said there will be some new babies coming in soon so I told my sis we'll get the hamster another day. So we popped over to the bakery to meet my mum. Lo & behold, my bf & I saw this lady with pretty big boobs :shock: She's quite sweet looking, kinda young (no more than 30), long wavy hair and fair skinned. The 1st thing that caught my eye was her breasts! No, I'm not a pervert!!! Just that they were quite big on her, plus she was wearing this tight fitting white lycra top which accentuates her boobs more. You could actually see her bra cup outline, and it was as though her boobs were like 'pouring' out of the cup. Maybe she was wearing a cup size smaller (which by the way, is not good for the breast strcuture), or maybe she was wearing some sort of wonderbra, I don't know lah. I gave some eye signals to my bf, and he replied with some eye signals as well "Yea, I saw them too. Big!" :lol:
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| Oh Shit! -- Fixed |
| 03.11.04 (10:35 pm) [edit] |
Oh screw it! TBlog messed up somewhere. The delete & edit links are missing, and my post kena posted 3 times! Need to delete the repeated posts.
Ok, problem sudah fix :)
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| Skippy Get Jealous |
| 03.11.04 (10:29 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] Remember Skippy? He's my ex-colleague who skips in the office. Anyway, ryuu has requested that I relate to him how & why Skippy got jealous and got himself pissed drunk. Since I got nothing to blog about, oklah. Tell you guys story :)
It was a weekend when a group of my colleagues planned to go clubbing at the then-popular Bali (Leisure Commerce Square, Sunway. Sekarang sudah tutup ler). Skippy was also invited. We were there quite early, the party hasn't really started so we got quite good seats and ordered our drinks. I'm not much of a drinker, so most of the time I was just sipping, but they also ordered plain water. Yar I know... drink water in a club!!! OMG!!! So sue me lah!!! *blek blek blek*
Then the dancing started. Everyone was partying, dancing, shaking their bons-bons. We got onto the dance floor and join the crowd. I don't how long we were dancing, but it felt like quite a long time. Dance, rest a bit, dance again, drink a bit, dance again... I'm not sure when lah, but the next moment we all saw Skippy dancing like a man mad. His moves were not choreographed, he was just swinging his limbs around and head banging as though he had taken Ecstacy. And he was sweating like a cow. When we got back to the table, he just doused himself in alcohol. He got so pissed drunk, a few of us had to drag him out of the club to get some fresh air. My colleague rubbed his back while he puked his guts out. We decided to get Skippy home and then go our separate ways lor. Skippy was being an ass, insisting he can drive when he can't even walk in a straight line. Doink.
It was only during the following week that I found out he drowned himself with alcohol all because I didn't dance with him (he ICQed me in the office). What an ass!!! If that's suppose to make me feel gulty, you gotta try harder. You not only ruined yourself, you ruined other peoples' mood as well for being such a dumbass.
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| Skippy |
| 03.11.04 (12:19 am) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] I had an ex-colleague who skips in the office (during my stint in the dotcom). It's true! He's like a skipping wild bunny. None of us knew why he skips in the office, except for the fact he wants attention. We had our own cubicles, and his cubicle is about 20ft behind mine. He would skip from his cubicle to my colleague's cubicle in front of me. *skip skip skip* You know how little girls skip around during playtime? That's how HE skips! OMG!!!
During my 1st few days at work, naturally I was rather quiet. On the 5th day of work, I came in quite early. As usual, I walked to my cubicle and pulled my chair out. To my suprise there was this huge bouquet of pink roses (pink roses!!! I don't like roses!!!) on my chair!!! I was shocked and looked around to see who could've left that thing here. I asked another colleague who was already in, but he said he didn't see anyone. I inspected the roses and saw a half sheet A4 paper. On the A4 was printed "For A Reason... Just For You... Signed ilu" Being the blur sotong I was in the mornings, I had no idea who or wat "ilu" meant. All I knew was the message was printed in the office. I then asked Hyppo who had just walked in and he said "ilu" could stand for "I Love You". I was like huh!?!
At first I thought maybe it was Tan that left the flowers there (belum my bf mar, but got spark sikit lah), but he said it's not him. I was lost... who left them roses in my cubicle. My bosses all saw, the word was spreading around office that "someone" got roses. Bah... I left it aside and went on with my work. Later, I received an ICQ message from Skippy, something about someone else getting all the attention. I had no idea what he was saying so I asked what crap is he trying to tell me. It was only after a few beating-about-the-bush before I realised it was Skippy that bought the flowers. *shivers* He walked over to my cubicle and told me that he drove down to Petaling Street at 6am and got them fresh from the florist. Ok... I said thank you... *shivers more* At that time he hasn't started skipping yet... but after a few weeks trying to ask me out, and me rejecting him... maybe he was traumatised and started skipping about. At one time he got himself drunk & puked like shit all because I didn't dance with him, but that's another story.
It was later that I found out from my other colleague that Skippy has this habit of trying to tackle every new girl that joins the company. So far, he has not succeeded in any attempt.
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| My Dotcom Job |
| 03.10.04 (7:32 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] Ok ok... I got some feedback that all my jobs have been either sad or pathetic. Sorry about that ah. Today I shall talk about a happy job I previously held in a dotcom. The company is one of the 3 consortiums involved in the development of e-procurement services (Tenaga & TNB bills can pay online. JPJ oso involved. Electronic Payment and Electronic Government)
That was probably my best working experience. I had just completed my Multimedia course and was on the job hunt. This dotcom called me for an interview and everything went smoothly lar. Within a week, the admin called me and told me that I was hired and even informed me the salary they were offering (later I found out that my boss actually pushed for that amount). I was esthetic of course. I started my job as a Web Designer on Nov 1st, 2000. I came early to work and was shown my table. The then-administrator (I call him Hyppo cos he's a big guy) help me setup my PC and installed all the necessary softwares. Hyppo also informed me that in a dotcom, we communicate via ICQ. Later I also met my other colleagues, and that's where I met my current bf. We worked on developing the payment gateway and slowly we... we... become couple lah! :oops:
Anyway, my 1st day went smoothly. Was taken around to meet all my colleagues & senior bosses (2 floors). I was also invited to the company dinner 2 days later at one of the boss's condo in Mon't Kiara. Lotsa food and drinks, and we even had lucky draw. I won the grand prize: Hitachi VCR player *LOL* Probably their method of making the freshie happy *giggles*
There was also a ping-pong table in the office. Come lunch hour or after 6pm, we would be playing ping-pong. That was were I picked up ping-pong (never play before). There were quite a few good players and I watched them play. The people there were all very friendly and nice. They kinda knew there was something going on between me and my then-colleague Tan (not yet bf mar), so occasionally they would tease & heckle. Made several good buddies in the dotcom, a bunch of open & friendly outgoing people. A groupd of us even took part in a treasure hunt in 2001, from KL all the way to Kenyir.
Alas, all good things have to come to and end. The dotcom bubble burst, our salaries were getting delayed, our EPF contribution was put on halt. Everyone left one-by-one. It was sad yea. But what to do.... But that was my best working experience. People were great. I remembered onmy last day, I bid farewell to everyone, when I reached home I burst into tears cos I really miss the environment & the people. But we've managed to keep in touch all these years despite some being outside of Malaysia.
My post is getting too long. Shall continue another day. Will tell you about one of my ex-colleague who skips inside the office next. Stay tuned...
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| R.I.P Koon Yin |
| 03.10.04 (6:34 pm) [edit] |
One my of college classmate passed away on Tuesday. She lost her battle to leukemia. I got the news via sms yesterday evening around 5pm ++ and went to the PJ Crematorium later at night with another friend to pay our last respect. Koon Yin was an amazing lady. She was in her 40s when she took the design course with us. She wanted to pursue her interest. And for that we all respected and admired her. No doubt she's an aunty, but she was a really nice lady to be with. Fun, funny, open & warm. We found out that she was diagnosed with leukemia 6 months ago, but she never told any of us. She leaves behind a teenaged son & daughter.
Aunty Koon Yin, may your soul rest in peace. Namo Amitabha.
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| Long hours = Good Staff |
| 03.09.04 (8:48 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] I was suddenly reminded about my 1st job as a designer (kononnya something glamour). It was a small design company, we designed greeting cards for corporate clients. You may have came across some of those pesky salesman carrying a big bag and holding packs of greeting cards asking you to buy. "Buy lah, miss. Donate to charity wan you know". Yup, for each card you buy, RM 2 (or something like that) goes to 3 different organisations.
But the card business wasn't the main business run by the bosses. That's probably like a part-time business for them. They also have a restaurant business in Desa Sri Hartamas (which I shall not name here). It's a husband & wife team, and the restaurant is handled by some other relatives as well. The husband is also one of the Guiness dunno-what-shit entreprenuer bla bla bla.
I only spent 3 months there, with a measly pay of something below 1K. The studio manager at that time was a gal, let's call her Crazy. Now Crazy was a single lady, probably in her early 30s, I'm not too sure lah. I didn't exactly know her that well, except for the fact she used ot be one of my cousin's business partner. Now under Crazy, there were 3 guys & 4 gals (including me). Our job was to churn up as many greeting cards as possible. So being a freshie, my seniors guided me and showed me the ropes.
Office hours were 9am - 6pm. Now I'm not one that stays back very often. I try to manage my time well, so that I don't have to stay back until the wee hours of the night. Very tiring wan you know, to stay back. My opinion is: Only stay back if necessary. Otherwise if I can finish my work by the dateline, I go home. So normally, come 6pm, I'll be out of the office. But little did I realise that someone actually *kutuk me behind my back. Someone didn't like the idea that I was finishing my jobs on time, coming up with pretty good card design ideas and leaving at 6pm.
It wasn't until one fine day, Crazy called me into her room. She spoke to me and said that I wasn't staying back in the office like some of my seniors do. Plus she mentioned that during the interview, I said that I would put long hours into the job if necessary. I was kinda suprised. I stood firmly and replied her in a nice manner. I told her that I believe in time management, that is why I don't stay back. I manage my time & work flow well, plus my senior said so far my work has been good. If there's loads of work, then I stay back lah. Otherwise no reason to stay back mah. Then Crazy replied that she wants 100% from me. So does her 100% mean I must stay back everyday until the wee hours of the night? I eventually left the company.
I get the feeling that such employers judge their staffs performance by the number of hours you stay in the office. Which I feel is utterly ridiculous. Long hours = Good Staff. The idiot that came up such as equation needs to be shot in the head. No need to be so productive... As long as I stay back ah, boss will see I am good staff. Sorry mate, put I don't live by that equation. I get the job done on time, that's what's important. Whether or not I choose to stay back, that's my decision. Don't like the idea I go back on time ah, well then KISS MY A$$ :twisted:
*kutuk : a malay word. It means someone backstabbing you
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| Make Kite, Fly Kite |
| 03.08.04 (8:44 pm) [edit] |
This happened during my high school years. I think it was during one of our Geography lessons. We were studying some shit (can't remember what lah), and the teacher suggested an activity for the class.
Teacher: Ok, class... today's lesson *yak yak yak yak* and then.... *yak yak yak yak*.... so what happens is...*yak yak yak yak*...
Class: Mmmm... *copy notes* *pretending to listen*
teacher: So, tomorrow we shall all go down to to field to make kite, then we all go fly kite. Ok?
Class: BWAHAHAHAHAHA *thunderous laughter*
The teacher kept talking while all of us continued laughing.
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| Midvalley Pet Expo |
| 03.08.04 (12:25 am) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] I went to the Pet Expo held at Midvalley. I was surpised they were charging people 8 bucks entrance fee! I was a bit hesitant at first, but the purpose I went to to MV in the 1st place was to go see the pet expo... otherwise I would be hanging around in 1Utama instead. So I thought, oklah, never mind lah, pay the 8 bucks and walk in.
I saw more booths selling pet supplies that pets itself. There was a dog show going at one end. There were reptiles, amphibians, spiders, all those geli-looking animals... *brrr* On the other end was a cat show. All the kitties in their respective cages. My bf kacau-ed this flat faced persian like mad. This cat had a face so flat, it's as though he smashed his face onto a concrete wall. HAHA! One of the persians poo-ooed... HOLY COW!!! Damn smelly!!! We ran off :lol:
Even Zoo Negara had a booth there, but there wasn't much to see. They just set up this big booth and insde it was suppose to depict the jungle environment during the night. Nothing to see. Probably the most interesting part was the rabbit & guinea pig pen. There was a largely fenced up area, all inside this pen were many bunnies & guinea pigs running around. You are allowed inside to pet the fuzzballs, provided you BUY a small packet of pellets (prices at RM 2-3). I didn't go into the pen. Just stand outside the pagar and pet them lah. Some parents should really watch over their kids and tell them to behave. Some ruckets were terrorizing the animals. Like they've never seen bunnnies before.
Kid: *shrieks* Mummy mummy! Look look! Wabbit! *runs & grabs bunny*
Bunny: *jump jump* Goddam rascal! *jump jump*
After leaving the expo, we had lunch, walked around MV for a while, and head back home. I prefer shopping in 1Utama, the feeling is nicer. I find MV... has nothing to offer me. Yea, it's big and long... probably due to its size and flow of shops... I prefer 1U anytime :) Maybe it's just me leh 8)
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| Ambitions - Then & Now |
| 03.04.04 (1:48 am) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] Ambitions. Cita-cita. Remember those words from school? Every year, when the school year starts, we have to fill in some forms to update the school records about ourselves and what we want to be when we grow up. I remember clearly that we have to write down 3 choices of our ambitions. Be it a lawyer, doctor, teacher... what everlah.
My 1st choice was always as an artist. At that age of innocence (?), I liked to draw a lot. I would scribble & doodle all over my text books (no kidding!). Even before I started schooling, I already had the interest in art. I don't know why, I just knew that was what I liked at that time - Art. My mum sent to to some art classes, and during school, I've always enjoyed art lessons. A lot of my school friends always told me that I had the "talent" in art *kembang kembang*. Then sometime around Form 4, I decided I wanted to do a course in design when I finish my SPM. That was my choice then. To be a designer.
After SPM, I enrolled in a local art & design academy and started to learn the ropes about being a "designer" and more about the line I chose. I wasn't pressured or anything, my parents basically just let me decide what I wanted to do as along as I knew what I was doing. So there I was, fresh to the world of designing... full of enthusiasm and brimming with joy. Made a whole lot of new friends, did a whole bunch of design works, late nights bla bla bla... typical designer life lah. Of course during college, lecturers will always paint a rosy picture for you. That as a designer, your life is glamorous, bloody high pay, lotsa creativity and bla bla bla. All that... before reality REALLY hits you in the face...
Being a designer, and a freshie too, we all graduated & prepared ourselves for the working world - the world of design & advertising. With our huge black portfolio bags, all of us hit out into the open and with luck, get a job (still full of enthusiasm). Boy, was it different. I don't know about my other friends... but I had a tough time. Being a freshie with no experience, a lot of time employers will just shun you. They will actually belittle you. I had quite a few rough interviews - Rough by means the interviewer just kept hitting on the fact I'm fresh, no experience, so no point hiring. And let's not forget the paycheck! Man, our salary was like an all-time low. My 1st job was below 1K (no kidding!). At RM 800, that was my start. Some of my unluckier friends got RM 650. That was how we started...
I began to lose faith. My enthusiasm was slipping slowly. Suddenly everything seem so different. Quite a few times, a close friend and I will talk over the phone and we would just start crying for no reason. We felt sad. Then the dotcom boom came. I quit my job and took a part-time course in Multimedia, and worked part-time during the day. Got my cert in Multimedia and jumped into the web design band wagon. Of course the pay was much higher to start with. My 1st web design job (with my previous company) was RM 1750. I was happy. Plus I was doing something new & interesting. That was when my interest in the internet started to build.
Then the dotcom bubble burst. Many people lost their jobs. Dotcom companies were shrinking/closing down like lego blocks tumbling. My then-company wasn't spared too. Our salaries were getting delayed, so was our EPF. There was no choice but to leave... Found my present job which offered me the same paycheck (increment came later). So here I am... But I no longer have that strong interest I once had for design. Somehow, somewhere along the line... the passion just died. Well, not really dead, but it's not strong anymore. I got myself involved in doing research & development for new web projects. I now handle research, project & content development. I sometimes also do presentations to explain our web proposals to clients. Perhaps I found my niche?
I don't know... sometimes I feel lost as to what I want to do. Does anyone else get such a feeling like me? If anyone were to ask me what my ambition is now... I honestly don't know how what to answer. But one thing I truly know is this... I do not want to be stuck in the design line anymore. Which is why I'm focusing on project development now...
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| Windows... A Manglish Version? |
| 03.02.04 (11:15 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] I got this idea from reading The Star In-Tech dated 2 March 2004. The short article was a review done by one of our local guys regarding the move to have a Malay version of Microsoft Windows. He suggested that maybe we could have a Manglish Windows version as well: Malaysian English. Some samples which he quoted (which cracked me up) where the Back button as Gostan, and before you delete something, a popup box will always ask you Are you sure to be renamed as Can Or Not. Below are some samples which maybe Microsoft can consider using if they were to EVER develop a Manglish version. Can you think of summore?
Back : Gostan
Are you sure : Car Or Not
Yes : Yalah
No : Nolah
Add : Summore
Delete : Dowan
Popup box:
Do you want to update the "xxxxx"? Buttons Yes (Oklah) & Later (Nochet)
Popup reminder:
The file extension is .... Do you want to be reminded....? Buttons Yes (Canlah) & No (Shaddup)
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| Avatar - Me! |
| 03.02.04 (8:50 pm) [edit] |
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They don't have options for a nose...
Try it here
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| 2 More Days... To The Weekend... |
| 03.02.04 (8:28 pm) [edit] |
[image]oliviasy_644921841 .gif[/image] 2... more... days... *wheeze*... to... the... week... end... *wheeze* *wheeze*...
Man, am SO looking forward to the weekend. It's the 1st Saturday, so I don't have to work!!! Yiippee!!! I know, it's sad... This is the effect of what happens to a person who has had most of her Saturdays spent within her cubicle. We're like government staffs, only we work 3 Saturdays instead of the usual 2. Eventhough I only spend 1/2 day in the office, somehow or other... my weekend seems so much shorter. That's why come 1st Saturday, most of us rejoice!
What are my plans for the coming weekend? Well, I was informed that there's a pet expo happening in Midvalley Convention Hall. So I'm thinking of dropping by and nosy around... fuzzy animals I cannot resist :D Plus, it's the Mega Sale now (women!) and I haven't been to MidValley in a long while. May also drop by Homelife in Bdr Sri Damansara, take a look at some of their furniture collection. Gotta plan a bit on our future house deco.
2 more days... 2 more days...
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| The Leash |
| 03.01.04 (6:57 pm) [edit] |
Dad: Psssttt... Psssttt... *blows at the cage* Wake up! Time to wake up! Yoohoo!!!
Me: Dad, it's too early for her to get up lar.
Dad: No no... she's oredi awake. I want to play wit her. Ohhh~~~ look at you... so cute lar you... *makes some funny baby sounds*
Me: Hehehe... *looks at my mum* He treats her like a doggie.
Mum: *shakes her head* Why don't you buy a leash...
Me: Hey, you know they actually sell leashes for hamsters? You hook the leash up to their body I think. But hamsters don't like things tied around them, they'll bite it off.
Mum: I was thinking the leash for your dad...
Dad: *play play with hamster* * talks in little kiddie voice* *juggles the hamster around*
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