Ride Trips

Due to some time sharing thingy, my sis and me were granted a voucher to stay overnight in Genting Highlands as a reward for our “obedience” to sit through the whole session and gave necessary replies. Anyway, that was about a year ago. As it was a free voucher, of course, there were strings attached and it was rather hard to book a place during holidays. The voucher would be expired this coming week, so after rescheduling a few times. The best is only yesterday. Yet, we were not keen to take leave as annual leave entitlement is not luxury enough. Though it’s a little odd that we book the apartment the same one day trip that we planned, but I guess it was better than nothing at all. Besides, if it’s really that tiring, then could take a little cat nap.

Well, that’s a rather long introduction. Anyway, that trip was what I called a ride trip. Of all the few times I went to Genting, I have never attempted any rides, indoor or outdoor. Also did not expect to be taking any rides this time. Well, just went up the highlands, my sis’s friend queued up to buy the day pass, and the next time, we were lining up for the rides.

The arrangement was easy, we go for the more exciting rides first, but from mild to more heart stopping. There were 4 such rides, excluding the newer Flying Coaster which has to pay additional 10 bucks. The 4 were what I called “The Banging One”, “The Flinging One”, “The Turning One” and “The Commit Suicide One”. Can you guess? Well, if you have been the theme park in Genting, I assume it’s not an unfamiliar to you, unlike me. I don’t remember the real name they give to “The Flinging One” but it’s the colourful flinging around thingy. The other 3 are – Super Toboggan, Corkscrew and Space Shot.

As I lined up for the rides, I was given engineering courses by my sis and her friend. Telling me the concept of the rides, how mechanical was used followed by free fall. Tsk, tsk, typical of engineers. ;)

I was having palpitations as I was waiting for my turns. Things were not better with people shouting and screaming. Must be getting old and hey, I was actually paying for people to give me a fright!! As I was waiting under the sun for the Space Shot, I even worried that during the ride, I would be so scared that would experience the fight and flight response, which includes uncontrolled micturation. Can’t help it; at that time felt that my bladder was rather full. Who knows that nature would accidentally call? ;) (Ahem, if you are wondering, nope, it did not occur.)

Oh yah, before I forget, if you have not tried the Space Adventure. Take my kind piece of mind. Don’t. Just don’t. We lined up for quite a while, expecting it to be kind of swinging thing, well, it did swing subtly but the description would be more of accurate if I use the word vibrate. We even worry on how to place the cameras so that they wouldn’t fell, and the signboard did say it was not for the weak hearted!! But all the machine did was VIBRATE! So, you know what to do…

This post seems kind of long already, so… shall not drag it and make it any longer. But just an after note, I used to think that Genting is those family outing place but somehow I noted high frequency of super lovey-dovey thingy. Is it the date to go that I picked or the rides that I chose? I don’t know.


Disclaimer: This was written over the weekend. Does not represent exact feeling right now.

Shoe, the overdue picture

This is the long overdue picture for the post awhile ago, on shoe

MP3 Player

Have been seeing MP3 players everywhere I looked. Funny, it’s like waving its hand, telling me “Buy! Buy!” Crap, but figuratively, that’s what I felt.

Went to Carrefour in Mid Valley the other day, on the front page of its monthly promotion booklet – there is this Malaysian manufactured MP3 Player – 256 MB, voice recording, and built-in radio receiver. Fine.

As I was reading my dose of Saturday newspaper, the word MP3 player seem to emphasize and bold among all the advertisement – another brand but nevertheless 256 MB MP3 Player, USB 2.0, hours recording time, multi-languages & lyric display function ….

Another instant was when I went to Taiwan with a couple of friends. One of them brought along a MP3 player. That small thing is just so tempting. Small yet so big a memory capacity. Handy, sleek…

Or when my colleague asked me to pass a MP3 player to my other colleague. I kept it in my drawer, waiting for my colleague to come back from meeting. Waiting & waiting, it was late & I left before she came back. Perhaps I should’ve brought it home with me, rather than leaving it all alone in my cold drawer overnight. Could even felt it blinking at me pitifully as I closed the drawer & locked it for the night. (Note: I’m still sane, very much.)

Yes, it is still waving its hand to me… asking me to grab one… but no, haven’t got it yet. Thus it is still there, looking at me from various magazines, newspapers, advertisements….


Disclaimer: This was written over the weekend. Does not represent exact feeling right now, though still want a MP3 Player.

Hair

Recently read Dr Liew's blog on how long haired girls are able to attract guys more than short haired girls. Pretty hilarious while you were reading it, as Dr Liew mentioned no matter what gender you are, long pretty hair will surely make guys nose bleed.
I had been wanting to cut my hair for quite sometime. Too long for easy maintenance. Not to mention the amount of shampoo as well as conditioner. Had been wanting to go to the salon to cut it short, until I read Dr Liew's blog. Went to do some survey among the guy friends of mine. They said, "Sadly but true. Girls with long hair tend to attract more guys than the short haired one" I guess, too much shampoo advertisement. Either that or pontianaks, if they combed their hair will sure attract more nose bleed without any scare.
Anyhow, nite cut her hair short. I guess by now, everyone should had already guessed. I cut mine as well. Pretty funny though when I was in the salon. Frequent question the people there would ask, "Do you want to dye your hair?" and "Don't you feel sad cutting your hair?"
I guess it will defeat the purpose if everyone felt sad cutting their hair wouldn't it? I mean, if every girl or guy felt sad cutting their hair, they wouldn't be having customers would they? So snip and snap the scissors went. And so did my the length of my hair. Took me almost 2 hours just to cut my hair. Was so restless, eventhough I had my book with me to read.
When he finally finished, I hadn't realised that my hair could look so bouncy! :p I guessed with the weight of my hair while it was long, my hair actually looked flat! hehe... Well, feeling rather light on my head...till the next hair cut.

Hair

Ok, here it is... out of the blue, I opened my eyes on Saturday morning. Despite of Dr Liew's blog on long hair, I dragged myself out from my bed, took my bike out, chopped my hair short, sat under this hot, steaming air for 30 minutes, hearing the hairdresser "complaining" that my hair is too course, too much. Thats the part of the reason why i need to be cooked under the hot steaming air for 3 different sessions while she trying to pull my hair...
And by the way, just for the record, i was practically having long hair for quite a while but i am still single... so i dont know if long hair really got those "attraction".

The hairdresser was practically asking and confirming whether i really want to chop it short. Somemore asked if i want to keep on hair... hahah.. it has never ever cross my mind of wanting to keep my cut off hair. As if i dont have enough rubbish to clog up my room.

Reasons that i justify to myself as to why I did it...

1. I must've woken on the wrong side of the bed
2. I must've been crazy where there are times when i too "chong dong"
3. I am way too lazy to tie & comb my hair each time I get off my bike
4. I want to sleep longer
5. U tell me...

Back!

Came back to work today. Found alot of interesting things while I am gone.

The world still goes on eventhough I'm not around! :p Inbetween seemed to be madly in love. Nite went away and was lost for words in those places she went!

Well, I'm not too bad myself. Hadn't been falling in love..hahaha...but did get to spend alot of time hanging upside down for the past few days. And want to know something?

The sky is bluer. The grass is greener. The flowers are prettier. The food is bigger and more delicious. The dogs are more obedient. The streets are cleaner. The air is fresher. The people is whiter! haha.....seriously...am not joking.

Let me get on with my list.

Their accent are weird even though we speak the same language. The animals are one of the kind. I now know how the Drs had the idea of C-section. By observing these animals. Amazing! I didn't realise that the seagulls are of the same size as the pigeons. I always thought that the seagulls are way way bigger than that. Perhaps the TV has a magnifying effect on animals.

The people are so so friendly. Have you ever seen salesgirls or promoters in shopping complex actually dances while they are working? No? Me either...if you are from the same country as I am. So so darn polite that they actually makes you feel good? Thus you are able to buy more stuff from them? Marketing strategy I would think. Really bring out the true meaning of 'service with a smile!'

There aren't any tall buildings though. The highest there would be 5 storeys? Houses there are gigantic. Compared to my house, it looked puny! Hmm...houses and cars there are really cheap. With the cost of my snooopy car here I can get a much much larger car there. I guess you and I will not be able to really say "This is Life" until you been there. Not much activities there. Everything closes at 5pm. The sky goes dark at 6pm. Streest empty by 7:30pm. Where in the world did all the people go. I'm still searching for the answer. There are no mamak stalls there. Privacy is a BIG thing. I guess they have more time for themselves. Maybe that's why they have such enthusiasm while working!

What really puzzles me most is, how in the world are they able to complete their work if they start from 9-5pm with 5 days of work per week? Must be really really smart those people.

So there goes my life being upside down. Coming back right side up seemed weird all of the sudden. Perhaps Life being down under is much better. If there are any place where the grass is greener on the other side of the fence? This will be the place. Can't really show how green the grass is though, cause it is winter, but the sky is bluer. Ask anyone who had been there! More stars too for those star gazing lovers!

Well, that's all for now...

I dont want to go back to work!!

Must be the long hiatus that my brain is not working properly. Condition aggravated by the fact that tomorrow I have to wake up earlier due to road block. Heard that it starts at 7.30 am to 8.30 am, which means that I have to leave house by 7.00 am??

So, do forgive me but I think the brain just can’t really generate some output for proper, elaborated description on the long leave that I had taken. Don’t scold yet, but I believe if I put up a certain photograph, you would know where I’ve been the past week. ;)



Well, I think it’s not a hard guess… so no prize for guessing correctly. So, what’s there? Food, food and food. There are also lots of night markets which sells – FOOD as well. I think the rate that I eat is probably equivalent to the amount that I ate during Chinese New Year. Even the normal rice with dishes came with 8 different dishes and a soup, not forgetting dessert and fruits. The fruits were usually oranges and they are all sweet, not sour at all. Unfortunately that I was dining with a rather big group of 8, otherwise would’ve taken photo of all the meals before eating.

Night market is the “IN” thing there… I suppose. But I noticed that the big huge difference of the night market there and pasar malam here is that there are no pirated CDs, VCDs and DVDs. Well, what can I say, the CDs, and its counterpart is relatively cheaper than here. Most of it are food, and a little of earrings, clothes and costume jewelry.

Hmm… really kind of lost of words. See, told you must be the long hiatus that I can’t compute words. Well, then, shall substitute with pictures. :)

Blogger's Block Type II

Many words I want to say
Things that I want to convey
But it all stop at half mid way
And has harden like clay

There's an invisible wall blocking
Words formed continue crumbling
I don't know where to start patching
Blogger's block Type II - I am having

But hey, can still write, you argue
Yet cant potray what I think and feel
Thoughts are saturated till can kill
All cooked up at the brain at a stand still

From Sherlock Holmes to The Alienist
Of Agatha Christie to The Alchemist
Books I read to increase my vocab list ;)
But everything is still vague like mist

I need to flow it all out!
Otherwise blogging is just not therapeutic enough!
Please help me to reduce this "brain crowd"
Now I've even run out of word to end this poem of doubt

Get A Life

Been sitting here all day long,
Work seemed growing, it is wrong,
Social life seemed deprived,
A small voice whispered, "Get a life"

Productivity and quality needed uplifting,
Target needs achieving,
At times I don't know what I'm doing,
"Get a life!," that voice seemed to be shouting.

Seemed to be stuck infront of the PC,
Looking at the monitor till eyes blury,
At night still work not completed clearly,
"Get a life!," the voice shouted loudly.

Things will continue to pile,
From 1 to many files,
Time seemed to be running fast,
Up my hands I cried, I give up!

Unless I have 4 pairs of hands, which I wouldn't,
I might complete the work soon, which I couldn't,
Work will still need to be completed,
But I will not work myself exhausted.

"Get a Life," the voice said,
Quality, purpose and restful life I craved,
Work equals Life, not an equation to be derived,
"Get a Life!, Get a Life, Get a Life!!"

The Story of Kampung Attap

Do you know where is Kampung Attap? If you don’t know, you would probably err, sympathize a bit with me. If you do, then I figure you will laugh a real hard. Well, me? I would tell you that I have heard of it but don’t know where it is till over the weekend, 2 days ago.

Thus, I name this post – The Story of Kampung Attap. If you ask me, I’ll just tell you, I have never been to Kampung Attap, and it sounds to me like some kind of Bandar Baru. Also when I was staying in Setapak, I would pass it to go to UM. That was all I know about Kampung Attap and it never bothers me not to explore it out. Anyway, well, the day to explore further came. I was duly informed that it was responsibility to declare my income. By the way, the slogan was “Tanggungjawab Anda”. I was told that there is one IRB branch in Kampung Attap, supposedly the nearest to where I stay now. Well, I only heard of it, never knew where the dot is on the map.

My sister’s friend was so helpful that he gave me this direction – you are heading to KL, with Kuen Cheng Sec School on your right (across the road). At the 2nd exit, showing Istana Negara and Kampung Attap, turn left & up the exit. Follow the road till the end and turn left. The road actually leads you down and then turn left again. Go about 300 m and you will see a police station. It’s further down the road. The building is just there. Well, simple enough, thought I just drop by on my way home after going out with my friends at Bintang area. Fine.

After having a hard time looking for a photocopy machine in the happening Star Hill, to cut the story short, I found it and rushing to IRB at Kampung Attap before it closed for the day. It was about 4+ in the evening, closes at 5 pm daily. Well, I was on from KL, passing through Lok Yew heading to Federal Highway. Passed Kuen Cheng but nope, no U turn found along the road. I went all the way till Old Klang Road for U turn!!! Then followed the route given by my sister’s friend. Well, I found the place. He gave a good direction. But imagine my shock when I reached there. I saw the Koperasi Polis right in front of me and a white building that so reminds me of the Chinese Assembly Hall on my right. The place soooo familiar. Never mind. Went up the building and er… trying to settle my stuff (can’t say it’s settled cos I have to go at least err... 2 times more to see the guy there before completing it).

After coming out of the building, wanting to go home… found out that I was at LOKE YEW, the same road that I passed by on my way to look for Kampung Attap. I passed the building right under my nose but went all the way to Old Klang Road just for U turn!! Crap. Why didn’t I ask the exact location? Why didn’t the person tell me where exactly it is? Why didn’t I ever notice that the place is call Kampung Attap? Grrr…

Signs To Tell That I'm Desperate...

For a pair of shoes

1. It rebel and gave up on me... the heel literally coming off
2. I used UHU and cellophone tape to seal up the gap every night and it make weird sound when i walked
3. I limped to the extend that I was afraid I would forget how to walk without limping
4. I walked bare-footed even on weekdays
5. I kicked start my bike in extreme carefulness, in case I aggravate the gap
6. I refuse to go any where on weekdays after office hour
7. I woke up early in the morning on Saturday just to go shopping
8. I stepped into each and every single shoe shop available in Sg Wang even the ever crowded Vincci

So there, if you ever happen to see me shopping, frantically, alone. Please be merciful and note that I've been limping the whole week. When I did walk a little less limping, I had shining cellophone tape, making squeeky noise accompanying me every single step :)

Inbetween

Inbetween day N nite,
That's how we gave her that name, right?
So that's when her blogging takes flight,
Hopefully it will add colour and light.

"Smart Tag"

I wonder who was the first person thought of the one in one out access card? I wonder they themselves ever tried it. It is sheer stupidity and crap! Sorry but no offence but there is soooo many example of unnecessary hassle. What’s the point? Is it to keep track of attendance? Then what happen if the person forgot his/her tag? And the necessity of recording your attendance by pen and paper? Or to keep track how many times so one goes to toilet?
Imagine that you are stuck alone in the office after working hour and there is not a soul around. Before that, someone KPC turned the knob, just after he closed the door. You tag out & d*rn, the door stuck and congratulations, you are “home alone” in the office! You are very much welcome to urinate on the office carpet, sleep on the desk and eat up everybody’s food on their table.

That was pure imagination but you can’t rule out the possibility. A first hand story, a group of 5 (me included) was going visit the toilet, that time was doing testing, only few more “permanent” staff have the ever precious one in one out access card. Alas, some KPC turned the door knob & we tag the first card – turned the knob, did not budge. Found a second card, tagged, still stuck. Nature called, urgently. Lucky, found a third card, tried another door. Phew…

Scenario no 2 – someone in front of me tagged… the door is rather wide open. I tagged, missed the door, it closed! I tagged again, got locked out. Crap. In the midst of trying to hold the door, I knocked my mug on the door. It cracked, after surviving 5 times of moving; from A/S to uni, to my sister’s house to Setapak to Ampang to current new place. It survived but the door cracked it and I got stuck outside. Dumb.

Well then, I have had it. Things are stress enough without the help of the door and the smart tag. I just don’t get it, why would someone use such inconvenience “technology”.

Still at that - Boredom

I am so bored
Think I am going to rot
My brain is so clogged
No doubt soon I’ll have brain block

Watch TV? No good show
VCD/DVD? My stock is so low
Books? Not enough to go
I’m bored, think I might growl (grrr..)

Oh, please help me!
I’m infected with mushrooms and fleas
When am I going to break free
From this season of boredom and crappy

I’m bored! I’m bored! I’m BORED!
Like I’m being locked up in a fort
Or stuck inside a log
Do save me before I mould and rot :þ

Mundane Underwriter?

The job that we had to do,
The things we will be handling,
Is not as easy as making poo,
Neither it is as easy as dodoi-ing.

Actual job is underwriting,
But jobscope goes far more than anything,
Clerical, Admin, even Actuary we are doing,
Practically everything except eating and sleeping.

Soon we will be able to handle from A-Z,
Later might as well do marketing, selling and handling queries,
And they say an underwriter is boring,
Come and try, test and see its doing.

News like this soon be all knowing,
Some people will be clapping,
Others will be crying,
This is so darn happening.

And who say going to Hub will be boring,
So many challenges, I could hardly be breathing,
So many rocks that needed turning,
My gosh, the journey is just starting!

What to blog?

Nite had been bugging me to blog. Even asked piggy to chant with her 'blog blog blog blog' over the table, over jabber.....before lunch, after lunch......
Ok Ok.....blog blog.....
The problem......WHAT TO BLOG??
So thought of an ingenius way.....
Go visit somebody else's blog! hehee......
Until I had recovered from this blogger's block syndrome....
Till then.

Season of Boredom

I’ve search high and low
My pace is as caterpillar slow
Noted above flying are black crows
Everything will induce yawn and doze

Spring, autumn, winter and summer
But this season I’m in is vague and dimmer
Boredom is here to stay and linger
Restlessness would come sooner or later

Work takes longer to complete
Deadlines are harder to meet
Those are few in the signs and symptoms list
Things are either stationary or in crisis

The recurrence rate is just too high
After chemo or radiotherapy, you would still sigh
It’s so hard to tell if you are cured or will die
Boredocarcinoma will just squeeze me dry

by nite

Are you sure it's a 24 hours clinic?

I was woken up by a few attacks of sharp pain at my gaster. I figure, probably just my hallucination, well, I got weird dreams these days. However, the sharp pain was then followed by this churning feeling at my gaster. Then, it goes off. Unfortunately, that left my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Thought I’ll just tire myself with watching of DVD. Dragged myself out of the bed, and started watching “The Terminal”. Catherine Zeta-Jones is still as beautiful.

Only half way of the show, I had paid several visits to the washroom. The sharp pain became more frequent. Hmmm, it has got to be that acute gastroenteritis thing again. Hey, I only had home-cooked food since morning. Wonder what trigger it. Never mind, had in mind that there is this “24 hours clinic” just a stone throw away from my place. It was then 3 am in the morning. I got out of the house and made my way to the so-call 24 hours clinic (mark my word, so-call).

Reached the clinic and rang the doorbell. An Indian clinic assistant let me into the shop and she dropped the bombshell – the doctor is not in. Crap, then why is it called 24 hours clinic? The doctor will only be in by 8 am the next morning. I feel so stupid woke up in the middle of the night and walked that short distance for nothing.

Did not continue with the movie, at least something is working. My eyes and brain were finally tired. At least I could get some sleep. Would wake up by 8 am the next day, see the doc, get an MC and continue to sleep. Alas, the doctor is NOT in at 8 am. I went again at 10 am, still NOT in. Was told by another clinic assistant to leave my phone number and she would call me when the doctor is in. W-T-H? Gosh, if I’m in severe dehydration state, I would have died waiting for the doctor!! Btw, credit to the clinic assistant, she did ring me.. but at 1 pm in the afternoon.

Finally decided to take a risk and took my bike to search for another doctor. After all, the pain is not continuously but once in like 10 minutes. Thank goodness, there is so many other clinics, though not within walking distance…
The end… I got my medication, MC and sleep…

All I wanted to do was to buy a birthday present

All I wanted to do was to buy a birthday present in JJ in Mid Valley Megamall (MV). Well, JJ is because I have some cash voucher and MV is because it’s the nearest from where I stay. Well, there must be something about MV because it was at 4 pm on a Sunday and it is full, full, even for motorcycle parking. The way to motorcycle parking was blocked and I can’t even go in. Fine, I know that there is another open air parking at the other side. I took my bike and go another round, found that place and it was rather empty. Well, it has its reason for being empty – I think need to walk at least like 20 minutes to reach the entrance of MV and I saw a few foreigners from neighboring countries parking their bikes. I was not keen to walk under the hot sun and not too comfortable to chuck my bike there, though I began to feel that my bike is old but I wont ditch it. Well, the next nearest JJ was in Taman Maluri. Cheras is not too far away, I reasoned. So, off I went….

Cheras really isn’t far away and I took the exit to Bandar Tun Razak. Mind you, I have not whatsoever memory of Bandar Tun Razak. Don’t remember any roads or trees or whatever, but still I went… haha… well, I’m not in a rush, its not really, really hot though it’s hot. Passed Taman Tasik Permaisuri, something like that… haha, it must be a joke cos my sister had just asked me if I want to go there. Well, at least I passed there. I was not too worry, as I know there is this HUKM. If I ever get so lost, I’ll just ask the way to HUKM and I’ll know how to get to where I want to go. Hmm… things were okay, I got to Jln Yaakob Latiff, saw Loke Yew but alas, I forgot that I wanted to go to Maluri instead of Leisure Mall, took the wrong turning, and was heading to south of Cheras. I was not keen of taking a U-turn at Leisure Mall so casually turned into Jalan Kuari, I knew it would head to Ampang but though there out to be a turning to KL. I got faith…

So much for my faith, Jalan Kuari leading to MRR II – leaving me option of Sg Besi, Hulu Langat and Kg Cheras Baru. The other 2 sounds a bit far off, but Kg Cheras Baru, still got the word Cheras. Took that turning, went the whole road, with turnings to Jalan 20, Jalan 17 – where is that? Gosh, I finally saw the word “MPAJ”. Sh*t, that’s the last place I want to be. From Ampang, I’ll probably need at least 30 minutes just to reach KL if I just go on straight. Though I seriously wanted to another route to go back to Maluri but Ampang is the last place I want to be. I dutifully U-turned and back to MRR II. Then I saw another road, quite a number of cars heading to this road call Jalan Semerah Padi. I have this perception that if got cars go, then it’s not a bad place. Decided to risk my luck and ha… the word Serkut on the road signs. I’m back to Cheras :) and then turning to Jalan Cheras Lama. Maluri JJ? On my right side :)

The way back was another disaster. At that time, I even wished I had stalked my friend when he goes home cos I had to go through 3 times on the same roundabout to get to the road that I want. But I’ll spare you with that.

Looking on the bright side, I have known KL slightly more and perhaps I would get lost in Cheras again. (hopefully)

Deferred due to low BP

I’m not well off, thus I can’t really donate moneyI’m don’t really own anything, thus cant really donate thingsOne thing I know I’m capable of is donating blood. It saves lives and I seriously got nothing to lose… red blood cells lasted for 120 days before “died” (if I remember right, correct me if I’m wrong).

Remember the first time I heard of it, I was seriously enthusiastic of going to donate my blood, unfortunately, I was below the requirement weight. I don’t mind piling up a few kilograms to make myself eligible, after all, my BMI would still be in the normal range. Started to donate blood when I was in my first year of university. Though I don’t go every 3 months, but at least I have been at the National Blood Bank for more than 5 times.

However due to unknown reason, my blood pressure has been way too low to qualify for blood donating. According to the doctor, it is still in the normal range, yet it is at the lower end. My BP was about 97/64, recorded last Saturday. The systolic murmur should at least hit 100 before they allow me to go on with donating. I recalled my BP value used to be about the range of 110/70 but I wonder why that it has dropped. One of my colleague even commented that “Working not stress enough is it?” Well, I also don’t know.

So, calling all doctors, medical students or whoever knows what it is to take to raise my BP, please kindly let me know :)

by nite