Two Aishahs in The Office...

Normal occurances at the office:
Siti: Aishah (Siti called me, sitting opposite her)
Aishah: Siti
Siti: Did you abstract this story on Barito? (showing an email in her inbox)
Aishah: Let me see (after a few seconds). Ya, I did that.
Siti: I will forward this to you.

An email on my abstract was sent to Siti. We have the same names and sit beside each other (kind of). So, one has to be called Aishah while the other one is Siti. We wear scarves and spectacles. I'm shorter by a few good inches but you can hardly tell the difference when we are sitting.

C: Aishah, come
Aishah turned around. Actually, C was calling Siti. Luckily I didn't say anything or I'd be embarassed.

It's kind of cute having the colleagues confused about your names. I can become Siti and Siti can become me. We have the same name, with exactly the same spelling. So, the only difference is our father's name.

I got emails meant to be sent to Siti quite a few times. And just recently, one of our colleages called Siti by her father's name.
C: I can't differentiate which is which so I have to address one of them via their fathers' names.

And this morning someone mis-thanked us for half a pau. I actually gave it and Siti was thanked for it. It's hard not to laugh when Siti said:
"I'm starting to feel not unique now. Why is it so difficult to differentiate us?"


I used to have a classmate in school with the same name, spelling and all. But maybe because I used a different name, it didn't pose any problems. And we shared the same sense of humour. We can totally relate to each others joke and that is pretty cool. I've never met someone like that before.

Ah, there's hot curry puffs in the pantry. Got to attack them ASAP. So long people, have a nice day.

Friends TV Series. Oh yeah, the renowned series Friends. Somehow, I cannot forget them. The series will be relevant to me like at all times.

I love Ross the most. He's sweet, charming, geeky, thoughtful and funny. Of course, he's a good whiner. Ha ha. Then, I love Chandler. He's so funny, I can barf my brain out listening to him. He's just so wacky. Then comes Phoebe. I just can't get over 'Smelly Cat'. As I'm typing, I can basically hear her sing.

Rachel is the one with great taste in fashion. Love her style and her revenge tactics and how she transformed from a spoilt Rachel to an independent one. And then comes Monica Gellar. She has OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder). She wants people to like her, perfectionist, loves the lime light and wants to be in control at all times. A great cook, tidy and understanding wife.

I like Joey the least. OK he's cute but that's it. Of course, I can still love his silliness.

Then, a friend dropped the bombshell. 'I think you are Monica Gellar'. How I wish. Then, Mum wouldn't scream for me to keep my room tidy. And, I can have a detailed plan for the next three years (which I don't). And great cooking skill. But no. And actually, I like seeing her but not being her. It must be quite annoying to know somwone who loves to be in control of everything.

'No, you're not her exact duplicate. You do have a specific goal sometimes and determined to keep to it.'

Come to think of it, I do inherit some of her OCD. Ha ha ha. I'm overprotective of my things, short on temper, cannot bear people not understanding my instructions, bossy and have this itch everytime I see people spell something wrongly. God, how I refrain myself from saying anything of the latter bcuz I tu can't spill. Ok not funny, sorry.

This friend of mine, she resembles Ross. She hated Ross but it's just so her. She actually quoted statistics while talking to me. That's it, only Ross-the-dinosaur-lover speaks like that. She's thoughtful, sweet, funny and brainy. Just the perfect Ross.

I found Rachel in my other friend. I love her clothes and her style. I just do. I can't imagine me wearing high heels. I might just fall over like 500 times if I were to wear heels but she does it the best. She has the most beautiful accessories collection, IMHO. I love her watches too. In short, she has great style.

Who I like to meet most? Chandler! I can't imagine having a friend as funny as him. It will be absolutely great. And I want to meet Phoebe too! She's just quirky and funny. I enjoyed the show most when she was pregnant with the triplets.

Time is running out and I have to go. I'm Monica Gellar. Who are you?

OK, so I have this habit to love talking to a very old friend for hours. Oh yeah, mengalahkan akap ngan boipren. An yesterday, we were talking about radicals.

Radicals in the community are similar to free radicals in the body; they kill.

It's never wrong to be an environmentalist, food lover, nature lover or whatever it is. But there's one thing you have to remember, just when someone does not live in a so-called energy-efficient home, it doesn't mean that the person does not want to save earth. Just because you LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE nature, that doesn't give you the authority to chastise somebody of polluting the air. Maybe he or she donated tonnes of money to WWF, how would you know?

Radicals, ah..living with or without them. Once in university, I had this conversation:

A: I wan tto join the trip to Japan too
B (listened intently)
A: But, where do I pray then?
Me: Wait, you mean Muslim's in Japan doesn't pray? Of course there will be a place for Muslim's to pray right?

And this is a person who you will take one look and say, this person is well-learnt in religious thingy. Well, well well, maybe the person is too religious to think that you can pray everywhere in the world provided it's clean.

Kadang-kadang ko rasa ko bagos sangat sampai lupa orang lain pon semayang jugak, baca Quran jugak, pose jugak.

I love nature too. Seriously. But that doesn't give me the right to say Nokia is a sinner, a big one for making handphones. Necause we are living in the now, in this technology-ridden era. If you want to achieve 0-pollution, I think it will be impossible. To cut it and reduce it, yes. It's possible.

Ah, time to enjoy the cool air in KLCC. So, by people. Have a nice weekend. I won't stop eating until Sunday night. Tata

stop for a moment? I know time flies but it used to fly on planes, now it travels through spaceship. There's like 3,458 things to do in a day but there's like no time to do it.

I know for a fact that living in this world is hectic but this, this is almost unbearable. One blink and it's already June. One blink and my baby cousin is now dating. One blink and the sun roses. One blink and ...arghh! I'm going nuts.

My French book is still there where I left it. And its nearing the end of the week and I haven't actually learnt a new word. We all have the same time given to Helen Keller, Isaac Newton and all the great people in history but why does it feels like its flying like really, super fast?

Is it because we are supposed to do so many things in such a short time? We are expected to do so many things in one shot? Like, one has to be successful at work, get good salary and have to keep fit. In order to do that one has to:

a) hold a high position in an office (which may require long laborous hour at the office)
b) earn good money (keeping up and finishing the work)
c) keeping a healthy body
wait a minute. If one is supposed to do all that, would 24 hours be sufficient?

"Take it slow" people say. What? Are you serious? Everyone is pushing and striving to be the best, going faster and faster, cutting sleep, social time and family time and yet you say 'take it slow'. Who are we kidding? We know that it's almost impossible to keep it slow. We know nothing will wait for us.

I feel the pinch now. Maybe it was just me but I seriously feel that this is too fast. There are so many things to pay that slipping the performance is really not an option. And then there's the keeping fit thingy. And to have good health, one must take good food too (which is known to be expensive).

I want to just scream 'Stop!' at the top of my lungs. I don't know how long I can stand KL and I definitely cannot imagine living in other big cities like the Big Apple. Everything is too fast, I feel like ...

I don't know what to feel anymore. I just feel that a day passes without me noticing. And I hope I'm not reaching breaking point.

Maybe I need a break. With breaking of the waves and voices of seagulls. I don't know.

Let's start with a situation:

A guy was running like there's no tomorrow followed by a crowd. A bystander who observed the crowd concluded that the crowd was running after him because he was a thief. Apparently, the bystander was wrong. The crowd was chasing him because he was a super popular singer. See? Don't fall for the trap of 'A picture tells a million words'. A picture can tell a million lies.

IMHO, there's no right or wrong in this world. There's always a grey area to everything and another side of a story. What matters most is how you fight to proof it, to share your opinion in the most convincing manner. For example, Darwin's theory. They are believers of this theory and there are non-supporters. He even derived the similiarities between human and apes to make his point. Well, those who were convinced by his theory will say he's telling the truth. I for one will refer to the holy Quran.

OK, that might not be so strong. I don't know how many people watched Justice on NTV7. They were showing this show up until last month if I'm not mistaken. It doesn't matter whether you are right or wrong. What matters is how you are going to state your opinion. If the people can feel that you are a teeny weeny bit inconfident, they will contradict you and you lost the case. But, if the alleged were confident and brave enough to act, they will win it all. It doesn't matter if they're right or wrong. What matters to them is they manage to make an escape.

Take one topic for example, talent. One can say that having a talent is useless. I honestly don't think so. I mean you may not be able to live solely from it (let's be realistic) but if you can create an opportunity or grab an opportunity from it, I believe you have the chance of making a small profit out of it. The only issue with those with talents I think is setting realistic goal. If you have karaoke-like voice, try not to aim the VMA. Set it a little lower and use it as an insurance like being a jingle singer or something. You might not survive solely on it in the country but just to gather some fund, it may come as a good thing.

Writing, ouh yah, most probably you'll end up like a beggar if you depend on it solely. Again, try to make a tidy sum of it. If it's too difficult, try to penetrate international market. I have a friend who know someone who's totally unknown here but won a poetry competition in the UK through an online competition. UK pound, babe. But did he try to depend solely in his writing ability? No. But that one shot, he did turn it into capital.

There's always two sides of a story. One has a talent and can be brave and bold to try to quit everything and depend on the talent only. Of course, if he/ she made it, he/ she is going to win big. But if failure is the outcome, embrace it because the damage has been done, do whatever you can for damage control.

Another story is a person who also has a talent but tries not to depend too much on it. He still tries to acquire the knowledge needed to survive the world and at the same time, create opportunities (like sending portfolio to companies for his caricature) and did make a tidy sum out of it.

If you have a talent, use it to the maximum. Never ever let it go to waste. If you can draw, use it while you are acquiring new things. Draw out your notes if that is the way to help you remember things. Sing your notes out if it can help to etch the things in your head. During your free time, create opportunity by buat muke tak malu to production houses and sing jingles. You are not going to lose everything, maybe a little of your time.

Of course, the simpler way is just to take yes/ no, black and white kind of thing. But giving these only two options will not enable one to tell the story behind the scene, to defend their self. Its it a bit cruel, don't you think?

I know, I love gray areas.

Letter to My Child

Hi kid, Mum here. How are you? I hope you are fine, just came back from school and deciding which homework to attack first, English or Mathematics.

I'm sorry for not addressing your name because I'm now just 26 and single so I haven't thought out the name for you and the rest of your siblings. I don't even know whether you are a good looking one or a hot one but either way, you got to behave ok?

Why did I write this letter? Well, next year, you are going to be a legal adult (18 years old) and you are to make the biggest decision in your live ever; entering tertiery education (no chance of escaping, I've all planned out to enroll my kids into university although I'm still single and no sign of your dad just yet). Don't make the same mistake as I did, please. You want to know what my mistakes are? Hold on tight, here we go.

You see, I pretty much regretted my decision not to enroll in English courses but resort to Engineering faculty during my university years. I was conned by the saying that 'with an engineering degree, you will have a better chance at picking your job later. You can choose engineering, IT or management.' Honestly, those are crap. In 2008, I want you to know that I'm working as an Information Analyst, which requires writing skills and reasonable English. If I'd picked English Literature or Modern Linguistics, I will be uber happy and will not have this humongous PTPTN debt.

Kid, play your strength to the core. Don't ever be trapped like me. If say you are going to take English course (honestly, I will be your biggest supporter), you will be able to make Masters and if you want we can work it out for you to PhD. That is even better than your Mum who has an embrassing GPA for her engineering+design degree. See? You have better advantage than anyone else.

And don't even think of paying between 60k-70k for a degree here. That is seriously equivalent to a degree in Aussie and yeah, I kind of regret it. You know, I have to fight for my life if I want to continue studying with this CGPA and I know if I'd play my strength, I would have gotten better.

Your Mum is now thinking about so many things that my bestfriend and I made a plan to marry a filthy rich white guy to settle our Debt. Just in case you just got back from counting your father's liver spots, you should know that we managed to carry out our plan. If you have just gotten back from marathon with your Dad, I have magically inherited gold from an unknown acquaintance.

Mum got to go for now. As the eldest, I don't wish you to share the whole letter with your siblings. Instead, I want you to lecture them to:

A) Give you the satisfied feeling after nagging someone
B) Give them the opportunity to be nagged by someone else.

OK kid, keep this as a token from your Mum who is at the moment going to be 26, single and have humongous amount of liability. She hasn't got a driving licence and had to wait for 7 months to get a laptop. Don't lead a life like your Mum, rather be smart and study over seas with huge debt than studying here with huge debt. I will leave you with that and get back to my work kid.

P/S: don't tell Dad about my 'husband-searching method'. Promise?

I Have The Hots For ..

...men in suites but not heading to the office. Like football managers. Darn, even Donadoni looks a bit macho in his suit (which is really unnerving). And Click Five. Love them because of the hot singer. No worries Jared, I still love you

...people whose names starts with J. Like Jared Padalecki, Josh Harnett, James Morrison and Jason Maraz. Of course I love Takeshi Kaneshiro, Ben Barnes and Damian Kulash. But, majority of those that I like has names starting with J.

... Careless Whispers. For one reason or another.

...books. My cosy little room is turning into a warehouse. Books are everywhere, literally. On the floor, table, chair, shelf, cupboards and ironing board. Yes, you got that right.

...books. Again. I have monthly allocation for books that I successfully exceed every month (yay!). And I usually don't manage to read them until the end of the month.

...Reader's Digest. They are just oh-so-yummy and witty.

Enough about me. What about you?

For some unexplainable resons, people thought that Iw as the one having trouble based on my last post. No, it wasn't me. It was some insight on some insight given to another person. Oh yeah, I love trying-to-make-no-sense-at-all in my speeches.

One of the political leaders were detained yesterday. All plans made with a friend were ditched down the drain. God knows what will the supporters do on weekends so we might as well not care to go out. Sit at home and be nice, dainty ladies (and grow old). Become the couch potato and pledge to memorise the TV programmes. Anything but going out.

And then, he was released. But still, we are unsure of what will happen so repeat the next paragraph here.

Batman, Dark Knight (more like a Dark Lord) is here. I didn't realised it was out yesterday. But I think I'm just going to watch it some other time. I know people will be flocking to the cinema to watch Heath Ledger aka Joker but I'm ok of being the last one to know. The reason why I say Dark Lord is of course, the slightly more attention given to the late Ledger. Well, what to do, he's famous afterall. And I know they'll be abit of 'ah sayangnye' if he made it to the Oscar list. But life goes on and there you have it.

TGIF. Yes, that's what I'm feeling right now. I woke up with a stupid smile on my face and picturing myself going back early. I've been craving for salad since last Wed so might as well make one today for myself. Apart from love cooking, it's a strategy to cut cost too. Ok fine, I'm just a cheapskate.

Ah, Master S is in the pantry. Got to join her.

From My Desk : Big Names Comes With..

big responsibilities of course. What were you thinking about titles, jobs and promotions? Hot chicks only? Yeah, you do get hot chicks but of course with something extra.

I remember vividly that there's this one time when I wrote a poetry (which I'm too lazy to look up for right now) when someone said, 'be careful what you wish for'. As time goes by, with me being the pathetic, one hell of an attention seeker me, I still cannot get out of my silly habit of wishing for things that I shouldn't be wishing for. Things like wanting a job (back then, which proves to take a toll on my health) and wanting friends that I shouldn't even look twice in the first place, I realised that we have to be very careful on what we wish for.

And questioning the authority, might prove to be hazardous to oneself. Try it, go on. Demand an explanation from your boss why you should be doing this boring little thingy that made you feel positively like a small dimwit, just an example. See what we'll happen. Either you will have to pack your things in a net little box or get a promotion with tonnes of work to do. What, you think being a CEO doesn't require you to do anything meh? There's a lot of thinking and monitoring to be done. Well, this is for CEO with calibre of course. Others don't count.

And after opening our mouth (or sealing the letter), prepare to walk the talk. People, honestly, in the top line, doesn't really like the talker when they really can't perform. If we want to be one, be very charming and by all means, do whatever you promised to do.

Why the rambling? Well, first and foremost to keep me on the ground. To remind me that this is my job and I would have to take responsibility of it, regardless of my puffing and huffing while doing some Indonesian sources. Basically as a reminder for myself that to question authority, one must be prepared for the consequences. Think about the pros and cons, look at it from the technical side before finger-pointing (I was not given enough work, she was doing nothing at the top, the higher management doesn't care what happens to me e.g).

Human are creatures that are hard to satisfy. This is why I wrote this, as a reminder to myself. Well, you can take some if you want to.

P/S: I know you hardship darl. But that's what engineers do I guess. Sabar eh?

Binge eating. It's as dangerous as binge drinking. Although it does not cause hazardous accidents, its enough to make you turning here and there like a hot warm worm in a hot sizzling night.

I don't usually eat during the weekend for fear of just sleeping on the table. Come Friday, I will be eating like there's no tomorrow. Like the food in my house is the only thing that I'll be eating for the next four years. So, I will be eating and eating and eating. Imagine an overloaded truck bursting with garbage. Imagine the load of a printer having to print 200 copies of A4 paper in 4 minutes. Imagine the workload and the burden. And my digestion system just slumps down to the floor. Woo hoo!

Binge eating of course is as dangerous as binge drinking and binge gambling. You can't possibly eat and expect your stomach to hold it right? (Dimwit, I should'nt have done that).

I puked and puked and puked like there's never tomorrow. Until at the end of teh puking session, a Ju-on like sound escaped my mouth. Yes, I was actually puking air. And of course, I refuse to eat anything that nite (of course since I was about to go to sleep).

So, I'm away for two days. And this morning, I arrived at the office half wishing that my chair is my bed. Ha ha.. who am I kidding. I felt a bit weak at first but it gets better.

Well, I just miss typing away and now I've done it. So, have a nice day Tata~

Hi! It's the depressed old me again. Ouh yeah, you read that right. I'm depressed on a Saturday afternoon. Anything wrong with that?

It's of course the translating thing again. And I konged out (language pollution) for no less than ten hours, totally missing the movie shown on TV3.
'What have you been up to?' asked a friend.
'Nothing good,' I said. Of course. It has always been work, and work and work. Yeah, I have no life. You got it right.

I've never realised being involved with Kapasitor will result in a major headache. I mean, not that I hate being one of the members involved in it but apparently, it takes more than just sending a message saying 'chill'. anything that is to be posted in any emails will have to be written with a clear and sound mind. But what was I expecting? Obviously big name comes with big responsibility. He he.

I'm still thinking about things regarding my plan next year. It seems that waiting will be the next favourite past time for me. I will have to wait to get a decent PC and I have to wait for the 'Paper'. Well, I'm short on the patience side most of the time so I don't know how to survive this. Seriously, I don't how but will mostly try to go with the flow only.
Of course there will be tons of it to do. Taking passport-sized photos (that I absolutely hate), filling in the forms (which I don' fancy) and ...the other things that I need to do. Ouh ya, getting signatures for the other papers. Or else, I will have to resort to other decisions that I don't think I will fancy. Ahahaha.

I think that's all the update that I can share with you with. And Azreen, thanks for the comment. I'm so looking forward to stuff my face with food for today and Sunday.

So, I have a nice day. I know I will enjoy mine (maybe or may be not). Ah whatever.

I want to cry. Seriously, I want to cry.

I have very high expectation on myself. I expect myself to perform and now, everything is like spiralling slowly and surely.

I have to abstract Indonesian stories now. I have to understand what it means in either English or Malay and then abstract. Imagine having to translate business news from layman's term and then changing it again.

Its like having to translate hard disk drive to pemacu cakera keras. Having to depend mostly on the dictionary? me no likey!

Well, that sinking feeling of incapability will soon go (which I predict will go in a duration of ten years. Fine. I'm a drama queen). I'm just scared that my slowness will result in the news being entered too late. Yikes! I'm just so scared. Yeah. I'm one tense person. Har har.

The day is getting brighter. Well, although misery loves company, me dun think that me likes being miserable. I will be doing the binge eating thingy to a point that I can feel that I have double chin. Not see, feel. Imagine how much have I inserted into my body.

I've come to realise that blogging is one of the very few ways to reach my ever-busy friends. I understand, job sometimes get the best of us. Or even study. Or work/ study.

Btw, I know I should be writing about the cruise but I must hang on to my reputation as a procrastinator, no? And before this writing becomes any weirder, I will just have to go.

I was just about to type 'Have a Nice Day' in French but I can't remember it. Crap. Must make more effort to study harder.

With This We Depart

We are actually aware of the chances
We know the consequences
But still we say
'Give it a shot, why not?'.

And now the time is here
The time for you to go away, my dear
'C'est la vie, ma cherie'
(That's live my love)
'There will be sadness, merriment and laughter"
'We laughed and now the rollercoaster is here'
'Bringing our tale to a definite swirl'
'Making it as if an old love story of yesteryear'.

It was definitely the greatest of times
With a lump in my throat, I had to admit
Guess we are a little bit too late
Maybe more than a bit.

We are very driven
Both of us
I know it's for your own good
But I'm actually wishing it just to be a little bit longer
I know you are reaching for the stars
I'll always be your most mammoth supporter.

I refuse to gaze at the stars with you
Not because I think it's mushy
But when you go and I'm alone
I'll be looking at the stars
Remembering and missing only you
There will be scars;
There will be lots of it.

I refuse to watch romantic flicks not because it's boring
But when you go and I'm alone
The tears the memories will bring
And only time will tell;
The tears will be full in my eyes well.

Goodbye
Make us proud with the PhD scroll
Goodbye
And send us pictures of you hitting your golf ball
Goodbye
(I said, looking at the picture on my cell phone)
Goodbye
(And remembering the times we get old)


I'm saying that not because I hate you
Because I hate myself binding you
Roam the world
Reach for the stars
When you meet someone
Don't wander so far.

With this we depart
Both of us can have back our hearts.

We have to make decisions either we like it or not. All the way through our lives, we cannot escape from making decisions, regardless of how small or how big it may seem. Although we tend to see decision making as something that may be very closely related to our feelings, science can actually help us in making decisions.

1. The framing effect - run from it.

The framing effect is the part where we tend to form some kind of an opinion on certain things. For example, we have the tendency to think that cars from South Korea are better than those of Japan. This of course, might be based from past experiences, reviews or other things. Although there might be very little that can be done about this, it is actually healthy to know that we have this bias.

The best thing to do is to broaden our views, look at it from different perspecive. Have our 'parachute' open in order to make better judgements.

2. Emotions are actually linked with our ability to make decisions.
Although we would like to perceive as decision making as something that is purely based on logics, emotions actually play a huge part in it. Imagine having an extremely grumpy boss who just won't smile at you but actually are not that fussy when it comes to work problems. If we are having a bad day, we might be very offended to see he/ she strolling around in the office with the grumpy face. Almost an instant later, we felt like sending her an email to say that we don't lilke her to be unhappy.

But, would that be said as a sound judgement? Would it be a good move? Stop for a moment and think because angry people are more prone to make crappy judgements. People who are angry are more prone to accept the first thing being offered to them compared to those who are calmer (of course this is a good idea to offer anyone who's angry the cheapest thing you can have *evil laugh). My point is, be aware of your emotions. Never fall into the trap.

3. Take risks

Identify the risks and consider the options. 'Will taking the risk to jump out of the window while throwing the flower into the hit girl's cubicle will increase the chance of her liking me?' Well, as an example. Saying this means that maybe we can consider the risks and try it. It might be a good thing. Taking steps, huge steps may bring benefit to you. One good example will be Bill Gates of course.Yes, that famous Harvard drop-out.

4. Bear the consequences.

Whatever that we do, be it positive or simply destructive, never regret it because we decided to do it in the first place. Be responsible and before taking any actions, consider the consequences. Of course follow the heart like some people would say but what if 'your heart's' decision are able to get you into jail? Seriously, are you still going to listen to your heart?
And crying over split milk is not a very good idea. I mean the damage is done so what we have to do right now is damage control. Moaning or complaining to others, may not help. You might have to choke on your own bile if someone said that all the problems actually originates from us. That will just be a total slap in the face.

As an adult, decisions are a must. And as decisions, we have to take charge and control on what we can do. We have to be responsible on the things that we can control. If say we don't manage to make a sound decision, the best thing to do is to turn back and try to control the situation. And quit blaiming others.

So, good luck to us in making decisions.

P/S: To someone, this hurts. I know but I think it's time for me to severe the ties. I'm so sorry.

My bag is considered very light compared to others. I have only one bag packs with very few things in it. I don't even have my usual bulky wallet. After all, it's not going to be very long.

Things in the past, whatever you did, will always come back to haunt you. I'm just so sorry Elle, things would have been easier if that thing 4 years ago (I hate remembering things these days. It'll be in years not months anymore). If only I didn't have the crush on that person, things will be easier. But what to do, the damage is done and now it will come back and haunt us, for years and years.

I would have rectified my braincells if I could return but of course I can't. I'm just so sorry.

Somehow, I have a tiny wiggly feeling that things will be very happy for me but I can't pinpoint it. Well, I won't bother.

I'm still shopping for courses. And I've yet to go past the part to pronounce French names. I got very tired 10 minutesinto practising. Thi hi hi.

And I have to go now. I'll be back very soon.

I must have been expecting too much from his writing. It started off quite good with the Claymore (a Eurasian who dabbled with black magic) but it got pretty bland after that. Maybe because I was looking for originality as I see it in Amir Hafizi's Susuk.

It started out in Malaya, post Independence where there is a shaman and his nephew who is working for the government. Women started disappearing and Alihudin, the shaman, was summoned by Clive who was looking for Jessica. Clive believes that Claymore has to do with Jessica's disappearance.

From this point onwards, readers were transferred to Australia to meet the characters over there. Despite the fact that it's great to see some fusion, I ended being in confusion. The Ouija boards, the summoning and all, it somehow got me lost somewhere.

IMHO, the punch was not there. The story was too everywhere. Where Claymore dabbled in dark magic was not revealed (which for me is a very important source). And it became pretty cartoony in the end, which is so uncool. It must be me but somehow I think it's losing something.

Tunku Halim writes the book using very nice vocabulary and all and it is, I have to say, very descriptive. The way he described how Claymore killed the victims are very gory and yeah, I have flashes of the images in my mind (and still having it now). But I got lost somewhere and some parts were not even supposed to be there (can't spoil it for anyone).

It started very good and towards the very end, I don't really feel it ended up very well. But hey, who am I to criticise him right?

If I have bought it for lesser, it might have been worth. And I can't upload the picture sorry.

On another note:

'Why do you write about love so much?'
Quipped a voice
In the middle of an owl's hoot.

Because it's universal
It can be about a cat
A caterpillar
A country
Or even a hat.

'Why is it important?'

Because it's here
It's there
It's everywhere.

She imagined him
With those eyes with pure cheekines
To still be staring
Still questioning.

Love is not all about
'I like you,
You like me,
Let's wrap this up and be married'
It's..

'But I like that one
I want to just wrap it all up'

Huh?

You and me
Just be married and happy.

And she blushed again
With a strangely, sicky kind of grin.

The TV hardly shows the trailer of the movie but I somehow felt a small tug at the hem of my shirt to watch this movie. The word 'government' and 'conspiracy' sparked my interest.

One tiny little photograph. A truly compromising photograph started the Baker Street robbery. A huge big conspiracy to cover one Princess.

A group of petty criminals as usual, tried to make a living in 1970. As they grew older, as usual, more things crop up like the needs of the kids and needing to secure one's business. A proposition came up from one Martine Love and the criminals started the plan to rob Llyod Bank (http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/topstories/2008/02/16/bank-job-that-opened-the-door-on-a-royal-sex-scandal-89520-20320893/). The gang was unconspicious as to them, what matters is money. Apparently, Mademoiselle Love has placed blind trust in a person she's sleeping with and things that are wrong in the first place, turned out to be extremely wrong. Extremely wrong.

None of the gang knows what they were doing. All that matters was for them to get to the vault of Llyod Bank which was closed until Monday. They leased a Le Sac near the bank and started digging. Of course, police knocked on their door but since the robbers are covering someone on top, believe the people in charge did take a great care to cover that up. Oh, how they tried.

The bank robbery was also dubbed as Walkie-Talkie robbery whereby one of the radio operators heard their conversation and rung the police. And this is when things started to get ugly. Sophie Bern apparently kept comprimising photos of ministers and big shots and saved it in safe deposits. Well, the gang apparently were not actually targetting it.

Oh, enough spoiler.

It's amazing how one can get so far as to save their arse and let someone else's tight little asses to be in the open. What matters to them was just to bloody well shut up the whole robbery for the photograph is already in their hands. They don't care about Dave who got killed or the exceeds of 4mn losses in the robbery. All they cared was to save someone else's ares as in a top shot. Sounds familiar.

The story is great as it's based on real story. And watching this, I'm not surprised at all looking at our political scene.

OK peeps, gotta run for Get Smart. Tata

I have been nodding off quite a few times today despite the fact that I went to sleep at 10.30pm yesterday heavy rain in the middle of the night. Piles of paper are waiting for me with Singaporean stories need to be passed before 1.30pm and Indonesian stories to be passed before 2.30pm. Honestly, I have no idea how to finish it ASAP. If watching Ada Apa Dengan Cinta put me to sleep in 2 seconds (because I have no idea what they were saying, God knows what will happen in the next few hours).

Busy busy day ahead. Even the lunch just now tasted bland (besides the fact that it's so bloody expensive). And I know activities are packed for the whole day. And of course tomorrow because


I TOOK A DAY OFF TO WATCH MOVIES. Thee he he. Because watching movies on Wednesday will make me reach home very very late and I have to use the long route just to reach my home (with rempits and all, I'll be sprinting to my house. Well not sprinting, imagine a small penguin trying to run and you got me). So, I decided to take a break and spend the day in cinema. Purely to watch movies only. Not surprisingly, the timing is quite lari. There will be Nanny Diaries, Wanted and Incredible Hulk, which are movies that I don't dig. I just want to watch Bank Job and another movie but no idea what to watch. Made of Honour will be too cliche, I bet it will be like My Best Friend's Wedding (exceptional if the cast is like Ben Barnes, James Marsden or JARED PADALECKI). Patrick Dempsey aka McDreamy is not really my favorite, I can do without him.

Sepi? I'm not biased and I know I like Cinta but I don't think I want to watch it. Not that I hate Malaysian movies but I will usually watch it if the main cast is Afdlin Shauki. I know he's one of the main casts but seeing too many people at one time don't really attract me.

Kung Fu Panda? i know it's funny but watching it again? Humph..

Get Smart? Maybe I will need some laugh after watching Bank Job. Who knows.

I have a limit of three movies tomorrow. I know it sounds crazy but I felt like it. Er..maybe just two. Well, I have been doing crazy stuffs last week so I guess there should be no difference. And some of the movies are being released quite late in Malaysia. In this case, I would really love to seek advice from anyone out there on what to watch next. Bank Job will be on top of the list. In fact, I'm going to watch it first thing in the morning. Sorry, afternoon 12.25.

Please please please if you guys have any other suggestions, share it with me. Thank you in advance people.