Pagi nih aku datang cun2 kul 9 pagi. Walah! Pagi tadi tayar pancit plak. Aku terkial2 mengisi angin kat Petronas. Nasib baik ada 2 orang mamat Kelate (berdasarkan loghat diaorang) yg baik hati menawarkan bantuan. Kalau dah orang offer nak tolong, kasi jelah. Dah selesai, aku ucapkan tima kaseh n blah. Best aa, jadi pompuan nih ;p

Pas tuh aku pun memecut ke opis (dah lambat mah! 15 minit ke pukul 9 pagi...) Teringat la perbualan aku ngan orang tu masa lepak2 kat KL:

Orang tu: Baik2 bawak motor dah sampai nanti.
Aku: Ok. Tak bawak laju. 100 je.
Orang tu (tersedak) : Erk?
Aku: Hehe. Ok, ok. Malam kita bawak perlahan.
Diam sekejap.
Aku: 90 je.
Orang tu: Perlahannyer...

Jadi pagi tadi aku bawak besa2 je. 100. Tu yg cun2 sampai kat opis. Sesampai je kat opis, bos aku suruh carik Xmas tree. Ah, senang je. Check ngan store-keeper. Store-keeper cakap tak dak. APA? Huh, nak wat lagu mana nih? Panik melanda. Aku call DO, DO cakap supplier amik. Aku call supplier, supplier cakap diaorang tak de amik balik n ada 'management people took the snow flakes n Xmas tree'.

Sumer tak ngaku diaorang amik. Aku dah fening kepala. Camana aa? Aku pun terpaksa jadi Sherlock Holmes. Kita use Cartesan Logic. DO cakap supplier amik. Kalau supplier cakap dia tak amik, that means DO main rembat jawab. Cross out DO. Supplier cakap 'management people'. So management people nih musti orang yg pakai tie supaya dia dikenali sbg 'management'. Siapa management bertugas arituh?

Call Customer Service tanya sapa yg bertugas pada hari diaorang dismantle the Xmas tree:
Aku: F, u nampak tak sapa yg angkut Xmas deco tu?
F: Tak sure la. Sebab hari tu I dah nak balik. Tapi diaorang memang angkut bawak ke stor.
Aku: Sapa yg in-charge?
F: En. R la rasanya. Ha, memang En. R ada kat situ mlm tu.
Bingo.

Seterusnya, aku pun carik En. R n dia pun bawak aku ke satu stor yg aku tak tau pun kewujudannya. Ta-dah! Christmas tree ada di ceruk stor. Aku menarik nafas lega. Fuh. Nasib baik.

(Balik semula ke opis)

Aku: I've found the Xmas tree.
Boss: Good. Can you arrange for the Xmas deco to be transferred...
Aku (bengang) : (tadi tak cakap pun nak kena transfer. Buang karen betul)

Begitulah kisah aku mencari Xmas tree...
Excited! Walah2x... Setelah berminggu2 membina 'rumah' blog yg baru (hehe.. bukan aku yg buat aaa... Aku amik kontraktor bertauliah nyer wat keje2 hi-tech ni!) dan beberapa sesi soal jawab user-developer ('tak nak sketching! Nak kotak! Nak tu n nak ni...') akhirnya siap jugak la 'rumah' idamanku selalu .

Ahem, ahem. Citer dari awal la. Hari nih aku dipanggil utk menghadiri mesyuarat kat KL utk Project 2 aku yg dah tertangguh beberapa minggu. Sesi mesyuarat tu membuat kesimpulan bahawa perlu ada lagi mesyuarat di Johor minggu depan, dan mesyuarat di KL Jumaat depan. Orang tu mesti suka sebab minggu tu aku cuti hari Sabtu tu, so bley lepak lelama kat KL

Aku tak sedar rupa2nya selama nih aku bekerja bawah sorang dermawan yang cukup dermawan, kaya-raya, mempunyai beberapa buah syarikat yg kukuh dan terkenal, aset yang tak dapat ditandingi nilainya oleh sesapa jutawan kat Mesia nih, dan paling aku kagum, seorang yang cukup merendah diri dan bersederhana. Aku teringin la plak nak jumpa ngan pemilik syarikat nih yang bukan setakat menempah saham dunia, tapi saham akhirat jugak.

Anyway, lepas abis meeting, aku call orang tu n kitaorang pun gi makan. Lepas tu, kitaorang gi lepak2 kat opis dia sambil memindahkan kandungan blog ke rumah baru. Akhirnya... tadah! beginilah hasilnya...

OKlah. Meh habaq awal2 no... aku nak pindah address plak, minggu depan kot, ke address nih:
http://carneyz.blogspot.com Tukaq, jgn tak tukaq! Hehe. Ok la. Ciao!
Terkadang tersentuh hati
Bila coretannya
Penuh dalam maknanya
Hingga terpegun memikirkan
Emosi apa yang menguasainya
Sahabatku
Aku keliru menafsirkan bait-bait katamu.

Childhood best friend.
There's so much fury in the air nowadays as tempers fly and little things gets on people's nerve. I'm kinda tired of giving explanation. I don't really want to care, so I shall leave at that.

My boss is in a foul mood of late and though he didn't scold in front of us, he did say some uncomfortable things behind us. For example, on Monday when we came back from Singapore nearly midnight, I was so tired to ride back home that I asked the company's driver -- a nice old man -- to drop me off at my place instead.

'Pakcik tlg hantar saya balik ke Skudai, boleh tak?' was basically a simple request I made, of which I thanked him afterwards. My friend, Jen also requested to be dropped off at her place.

Such a simple request offended my boss who felt that we are being imprudent, given the fact that we are still under training program. He mentioned that we sounded like we were giving orders when we simply felt like we were requesting for his help as it was already near midnight. Luckily, the kind pak cik didn't see it the way my boss did.

Unless I put it this way -- 'Pakcik, hantarkan saya balik ke Skudai.' Then you can count that as an order.

There was also a misunderstanding of which my friend and another colleague who went to Singapore in our places, had asked permission to go window-shopping. They had mistakenly thought that they were supposed to wait at Point A, when the instruction was to wait at Point B. The whole misunderstanding resulted in an extra hour waiting, and two hours caught in the traffic jam at the immigration checkpoint. Once again, tempers flew and accusations of 'bad working attitude' and 'shopping matters more than work' were thrown at both of them.

It upset my friend that she spent the whole night crying, feeling victimized and under-appreciated. We're talking about us, the bunch of people who sacrificed extra hours in the office to finish never-ending tasks because the company didn't feel like taking extra pair of hands -- bad working attitude. Us who were roped in to do projects nobody wants to take, nevertheless would work hard to get it done, then at the last minute, project was cancelled / postponed after all the efforts that were thrown in. Or us to do whatever work that nobody felt like doing. Us with bad working attitude.

If it was 8 p.m., we wouldn't mind going back on our own. However it was nearly midnight. Ever since Jen had had her accident, I had taken precaution to just crash at Survivor's house and spend the night rather than risk riding back home. As for making unsound accusations, why choose to condemn guilty until proven otherwise? We should be given the chance to explain ourselves, yet we don't feel like it because we're still seen as guilty of all things accused of us. Enough said, when fury goes, unrepresented.
Wham! Bam! I ran smack into Monday. The impact left me spinning towards Tuesday. I'm still stunned.

Spent the whole day yesterday in Singapore, attending an exhibition on aviation & tourism industry. Jen & I were in-charge of manning the exhibition booth and we were bored to death knowing that we have heaps of things to do at the office. I should've packed the fax machine, my PC, telephone & brought them over to Suntec City so I could clear my urgent task. The Gala Dinner at Fullerton cheered us up and we came back almost 12 midnight.

Today started off in a hectic manner as well. The urgent task was urgent because it was time-sensitive. My boss had conveniently added more things to do in my to-do list. I nearly wept when I read the list. Welcome to my life...

As of this afternoon, I've managed to clear almost half of the tasks given. Getting media contacts are the toughest so far. It became such a hassling job to me. Sigh. Going to Singapore again tomorrow. Not looking forward to that. So not looking forward to that.
Buat kali kedua aku balik beraya di Raub, Pahang. Kali ni, aku pegi ngan orang tu. Jalan jem giler, memandangkan highway sesak ngan orang nak balik Kelantan. Orang tu tak tahan dalam bas, dah pening2 lalat. Lagipun dia straight dari opis terus gi Pudu. Kesiann...

Pagi raya agak kelam-kabut. Tapi aku sempat gi semayang raya kat Masjid Qariah kat Hulu Dong. Gi ngan Long Nai, Mak Chik, mak kawan aku, and 2 orang anak Long Nai. Orang tu pun pegi jugak. Balik dari semayang raya, kitaorang menjamu selera nasi himpit, lemang, rendang & kek coklat. Mmmm... best aa... ;)

Lepas semayang Jumaat plak, aktiviti buat korban kat sebelah surau depan rumah kawan aku. 4 ekor lembu dikorbankan sekaligus petang tu. Orang tu pun gi tolong jugak :p Tolong gali lubang... hehe. Aku keletihan sebab tak tau pukul baper aku tido mlm sebelumnya, berborak2 ngan kawan aku nih. Aku tertido plak lepas Zohor. Tau2 bila bangun diaorang sibuk citer betapa rajinnya orang tu gali lubang. 'Jangan jatuh demam lepas nih udah le...' ayah kawan aku nih cakap.

Dalam pukul 6 ptg, member aku n kakak sepupunya ajak gi Klau, beraya kat Felda. Kali nih makan dengan dasatnya. Ada lontong, spageti, biskut2 raya... Wah3x! Bab makan free nih memang besh ;) Aku pun makan ngan bersungguh2. Cuma orang tu makan sket je, sebab kat rumah dah bantai mi kari n nasi himpit ngan sup tulang.

Lepas Maghrib, kitaorang bertolak plak ke rumah ex-housemate aku time study dulu. Mamat dah menyambut ngan senyuman lebar. Ha, ha. Dapat gak aku merasa nasik kerabu dia. Tapi dah tak larat nak hentam bersungguh2. Hentam sket2 je dah ler...

Raya kedua, kitaorang balik ke Lanchang, kampung ayah member aku nih. Family sebelah ayah dier buat kenduri reunion. Ramai family dier balik, tapi tak seramai tahun sebelum tu, adik kawan aku nih buat laporan. Lauk sumer daging korban. Tapi hari kedua dah makan ngan ala kadar je. Risau jugak pipi dah tembam balik nih :p Petang tu, kitaorang gi rumah sorang lagi sedara mara member aku nih ngan tujuan nak amik manggis n langsat.

Sumer terkejut badak bila tgk skill orang tu panjat pokok. Muahahaha! Ngan aku sekali terkejut. Bila dier panjat pkk langsat plak, anak buah member aku yg baru umur 5 tahun, Mek, tepuk tangan sambil jerit, 'Monkey! Monkey!' Apa lagi, sumer ketawa! Orang tu pun tergelak jugak. Nasib baik tak jatuh pokok. Isk2... hehe.

Malam sebelum nak balik tu, puas la kitaorang dijamu ngan kerang rebus, rendang pelbagai citarasa, daun ubi masak tempoyak, ikan bakar, etc. Waaah! Aku balik nih mesti gi gym utk membuang segala lemak2 yg aku makan sepanjang cuti2 Mesia nih.. Walau apa pun, suatu percutian yg menarik & best ;)
'Dear Network & Systems Admin.:

I read your e-mail circulated to all staffs with apprehension because the contents might changed my life forever. Your subject 'Banning blogging activities during workhour' has indeed projected deep fear in my heart of what my life would be from now on. I would like to request 5 minutes of your time to read my response on the abovematter and judge what I'm about to say.

I have to confess that I'm an avid blog keeper. Ever since I was introduced to the world of blogging, I found it has opened gates of opportunities and filled me with wonders of what Internet technology is capable of being. True, that blogging needs constant maintenance, and that involves the use of company's property and productive time. However, I can assure you that blogging is not a liability, but instead, an investment to the company.

I will elaborate more on this view and explain each point I will make so you can understand better what blogging means to working bloggers like me:

Blogging cuts company's expenditure on EAP (Employee Assistance Program). As we all jolly know, working life can be stressful and causes emotional exhaustion among employees. That is the reason why companies have such things as EAP to help them overcome their stress. Employing only one or two counsellors to help counsel troubled workers does little to reduce the problem as they can only focus on one or two cases. Providing a condusive room for counselling increases company's overhead. Paying for in-house professional shrinks or compensating for counselling treatment outside is also expensive. The one way to solve this problem is to let employees to blog and express their frustration, problems and feelings online where there are many sympathetic readers to give encouragement and suggestion FOC. The only expense is paying for electricity and Internet bills as pc are already in place, but the results in happier employees are worth the shot.

Employees gain new knowledge. People often talk about e-learning and learning organization. By allowing employees to blog, they can pick up new knowledge such as html and javascript, and companies don't have to bother sending them to paid courses to acquire these knowledges. You may ask, why does a clerk need to know html & javascript? Let's not look at it that way. The clerk may start by learning html & javascript, but eventually further interest might lead them to learn more complex & technical stuffs like programming languages. Then it saves cost on hiring new programmer.

Blogging improves communication skills. A lot of people lacks of good communication skills because they rarely are in contact with other people when doing their job. Writing report is still a task everyone dreads because they don't know how to write a good report and might get yelled at by their boss when they hand in their report. All this could change if only blogging is made legal because by putting entry every day in their blogs, staff learn how to write better, resulting in better communication skill. It's just like writing in a diary. The more you write, the better you are at explaining things and situations. Again, this could also benefited the company as I mentioned earlier.

Blogging as a way of motivation. For the past 2 years I went to work, one of the motivation that drives me to get up every day and go to work is the opportunity to blog. To tell others of what had happened recently, to read people's comments on my entries, and the like of it. Without this, I don't think I would come to work with as much enthusiasm because my job is routine and dull in nature. However, blogging helps me to escape this reality and makes me think good thoughts of my company for their kindness in letting me to blog.

By these few points, I hope that you would reconsider your decision and grant us the freedom to blog. Our hope and lives depend on your kindness and support, so please help us. Please allow us to blog during working hour. Thanks.

Sincerely,
Blog addict
(representing all employees who blog in the office)'
When are words folly, truth are said
Promises given, sweet and true
Each heartbeat drummed, each breath exhaled
For you, for only you.

But when the sun rose, unveiled my eyes
How far the ocean is, how high the mountain
What may be waiting, what may be in lies
You keep in your bosom, too afraid to question.

What you thought the land, are oceans peace
No efforts can turn water to rock and earth
Yet no feet can tread on this
Save only in dream, or in mirth.

Then we question can it be undo
Should nobility prevail, or truth be parted
Should we die knowing our words are true
Or die with no regret in heart?

Dalam kekalutan keje n masalah budak2 rumah, aku terlupa plak nak citer pasal event basuh keta yg dianjurkan oleh "Guru Besar" di opis aku. Demi membantu orang lain, dia telah mengerahkan dan memaksa pekerja2 kat opis nih mencuci keta, like it or not.

So buat sesapa yg tinggal di JB, silalah beramai2 memeriahkan tempat letak keta berbumbung di lpgn terbang dari pukul 8.30 a.m. - 4.00 p.m. besok (Sabtu). Aku mungkin datang bersama2 ngan kamera baru dept aku utk mengambil gambar evidence of human rights abuse pada hari tsbt.

Aku bukan nak memperlekehkan niat murni dia, tapi cara dia nak implement idea brilliant ni dah step on people's toes, and quite a number has complained about this. Selain daripada me'reject' tagline yg kitaorang dah terguling2 nak fikirkan, dia cuma bagi arahan.

'Water jet. Nak dua. Man, sediakan.'
'Promotion. CC dept please prepare news release...'
'Banner. Nak dua jugak. Tagline tu tak best. Tukar. Btw, banner nak besok.' (banner ni dah, mengikut mdm. K, 2 kali kene fax. Lepas tu, kontraktor tu fed up n datang sendiri utk m'konpemkan balik tagline yg akan digunapakai. Aku dah m'design, dan menukar design, dan menukar lagi, akhirnya fed up dan burn je dlm cd, kasi kat kontraktor tu)
'Flyers kene distribute besok.' (nasib baik la Cik Anne kita seorang pekerja yg inovatif, kreatif, dan berinisiatif dah pun meringankan beban aku dengan m'design' flyers nih dan beliau betul2 berbangga dengan hasil kerja nya ni...)

His part?

'I akan kerahkan my staff utk cuci keta besok. You all pun kene cuci keta jugak.'

Sapa tak tensen?? There goes my pahala down the drain...

Kalau nak tau lebih lanjut pasal event nih, bacalah UTUSAN MALAYSIA hari ni kat halaman selatan tanah air. OK la. Aku kene jumpa supplier, pas tu aku kene attend meeting booth design, lepas tu aku nak tidur. Malam semalam dah terbersin2. Mungkin sebab aku alergik kat 'Guru Besar' kot (masa meeting ari tu aku sempat lagi gaduh ngan dia depan boss aku. Aku memang kaki gaduh kot. Gaduh bukan ngan sebarang orang, gaduh ngan manager plak tu).

Begitulah minggu nih berlalu ngan begitu bnyk peristiwa hampeh.
Bingung. Tu je yg aku rasa.

Dah dua hari aku bz giler dengan segala macam meeting, ngan nak melayan karenah manusia yg banyak songeh kat tempat ni. Kerja yg simple dah jadi susah. Membazir masa dan tenaga betul... Tapi nak buat camane. Sabaq je la...

Balik dari gym pukul 11 malam. Letih sesangat. Mandi, solat n tunggu orang tu call. Baru je borak2 10 minit, housemate aku dah call, cakap ada meeting. Orang tu dah merungut2 tapi sebab diaorang dah kedengaran urgent, aku pun terpaksa menamatkan sesi borak2 tu.

Bila semua dah berkumpul, salah seorang daripada diaorang pun cakap,

'Sebenarnya, kitaorang nak bagitau. Hujung bulan ni, Kak Za, Kak Zai, Rona ngan D-ja nak pindah ke Johor Jaya.'

Empat orang nak pindah sekaligus?? Aku terdiam. Aku tengok muka Yana, dia pun terkejut. Ad & Nisha pun berkerut muka.

'Kenapa baru nak cakap? Dulu sendiri yang cakap kalau nak pindah bagi sebulan notis.' Aku sendiri pun tak puas hati. Diaorang terdiam.

'Dah jumpa rumah.'

Entahlah. Lantak diaorang la. Cuma aku tak puas hati sebab diaorang nak mintak balik deposit rumah sedangkan tak bagi sebulan notis, sedangkan dulu beriya2 tetapkan syarat tu. Langsung tak fikir camane ngan housemates yg lain (Kak T-ni, itulah citernya diaorang nih...)

Akhirnya aku jugak yang tak tidur lena malam tu. Kalau aku pindah ke Senai, aku kesiankan housemates yg tinggal. Maknanya, aku pun dah jadi macam diaorang jugak. Kalau aku stay, sewa rumah memang akan naik melambung2. Sedangkan aku baru nak start saving utk sambung master dan tujuan lain. Nak hantar duit ke kampung lagi. Berikat perut la nampaknya nanti.

At least gaji aku dah empat angka. Tapi housemate aku yang dua orang lagi tu, gaji baru tiga angka. Mati kering la diaorang nak membayar sewa rumah nanti. Tupun sorang lagi tak konpem nak pindah kerja ke tak. Kalau dah jadi macam tu, nak tak nak, aku kena pindah jugak ke Senai. Entahlah. Kena ada contingency plan macam nih -- A. Dok je kat Senai. Rumah kecik, sempit n lama pun kenelah tahan sket, asal duit tak suffer and tak sakit hati ngan orang lain. B. Stay n bayar sewa mahal, tapi condition rumah ok. Cuma jauh sket dari tempat keje. C. Sambung master, pas tuh apply duduk kat kolej (boleh ke?) D. Kawen jelah, biar orang tu yang bayar sewa rumah :p Muahahaha!!

Sempat lagi buat lawak bodoh. Hmm..
It's 9 p.m. I'm still at the office, figuring out what I should do. Going back early means staring at the idiot box. I crossed that out of my list of things to do tonite. Was supposed to go and register for taekwondo lesson. Dill didn't bring any t-shirts. Neither do I.

Suddenly the prospect looks daunting. There's a lot of things to accomplish, yeah, I know. I helped draft the activity calendar for 2005. A couple of things are due this month. Additional projects popped up. Existing projects dragging. I'm at my wits' end. I don't have the power to say two simple words that makes up a phrase Mr. Trump loves to utter -- 'You're fired.'

I don't want to place blame 100% on my project team as we are all short-handed and there are heaps to do right now. What with the terminal renovation going on, and celebration pre-planning to vibe the place -- things are rather hectic. But heck, the thought of having to answer to the Director is terrifying me. I have no answer right now in case he should ask. I'm simply too occupied to find out.

I think I should re-strategize to get things up and about. I need to focus on multi-tasking my jobs. Yup, sounds easy, but it's not. God, I just hope that my spirit will burn thruout this trying period. I simply don't want to give up and say -- 'I'm a failure.'

I mean, hardship is nothing new to me. Especially during my final year. Struggling with a difficult thesis, extra credits, critical financial situation, and emotional friendship, my spirit was stretched thin that I found it exhausting just to hang on to every day life.

But I didn't give up. I spent less time sleeping, and more time writing chapters after chapters of thesis. I took up a part-time job to earn extra cash, and in between classes, I forced myself to study. I remembered revising for Law subjects while serving customers; coming back from work at 11.30 at nite; then washing my dirty uniform to use the next day, and sleeping on my text book at my desk. Then waking up to labor on my thesis so I can pass up the weekly report to my supervisor the next day.

It was a hellish time and I'm glad it's over. Yet it proves to what extent I can last (and I lost kilos thruout the ordeal).

Yup. This is it. Time to roll up my sleeves and get dirty. I've simply enough with moaning about my job (ok, ok.. If I don't there's nothing much to write in this blog!) . This time I will grumble, but work hard to yield a visible output :p

Let's see how long I will last this time.
The first thing I wanna do this morning:

1. Plan the day
2. Start on the souvenir proposal

3. Blog on what happened over the weekend
Last weekend, Anne, Jen, Surve (or Vive, if you wanna call her that) and I planned to shop for Jen's shoes as she was supposed to fly to Taiwan this week.

The plan didn't materialize because Jen, who was supposed to meet up with me at SP didn't turn up when I arrived there. It was drizzling, and as I typed a message to Jen, Anne called me up.

'Did you hear about Jen? She's had an accident!'
'OmiGod! Is she ok?'
'I dunno. Let's go and see her. Meet me at Surve's place.'

We met up, went to the clinic, missed her by 15 minutes and discovered that she was at one of the manager's place. When we arrived, she was looking awfully miserable and in pain. Being Jen, she managed to put up a brave smile for us.

Lucky for Jen, she didn't fall on the inner side of the road and that saved her life as the road was quite busy at that time. We spent some time asking her about the incident, then trying to cheer her up. We asked her whether she'd be ok to go for the trip and asked her to call her manager to inform this. Chairman came, and only had one remark,

'Still sexy.' :p Chairman nih, terserlah his true nature *wink*

To Jen, hope you'll recuperate quickly and don't be too disappointed about the trip to Taiwan which she had to abandon at the last minute. Will continue later.

P/S: Anne & Surve, I just found out that Donald Trump M'sia masuk opis hari ni.
Dear Tech Support:

Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources. In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activity. Application such as PokerNight 10.3, Football 5.0, Hunting and Fishing 7.5, and Racing 3.6 no longer run, crashing the system whenever selected. I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to Run my favorite application. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0, but the uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0. Please help!
Thanks,
A Troubled User
(SEE REPLY BELOW)
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REPLY:

Dear Troubled User:

This is a very common problem about which men are complaining. Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING!!! It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 7.0. It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed. You cannot go back to Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed to not allow this. Look in your Wife 1.0 manual under Warning-Alimony/Child Support. I recommend that you keep Wife 1.0 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the background Application "Yes Dear" to alleviate software argumentation. The best course of action is to enter the command C;\APOLOGIZE because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway.

Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean and Sweep 3.0, Cook It 1.5, and Do Bills 4.2.
However, be very careful how you use these programs.

Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag Nag Nag 9.5. Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Diamonds 5.0!

WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstance, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3. This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system.

Best of luck,
Tech Support
Apa nak buat yek, bila ada something yg really, really important utk disetelkan, tapi orang lain tak memberikan kerjasama utk menyetelkan perkara nih?

Aku rasa macam pening pun ada gak. Bengang pun ada gak. Bimbang pun ada gak. Jadi project co-ordinator memang tensen. Working in a project memang tensen. Yang mentensenkan ialah working in a group bila ahli group yg lain buat lepas tangan je. Muka sapa yang kene mengadap 'Donald Trump' Mesia kalau tak aku?

Tulah yang berlaku semalam. Pukul 4 ptg, aku dah bergegas menyiapkan meeting pack. Copies of previous minutes. Progress chart. This & that. Aku bersemangat sebab aku nak menyudahkan benda yang dah tertangguh berbulan2 lamanya. Ni dah masuk 3 bulan n meeting yg ke-11. Tapi progress lembap. Part aku memang dah setel, tu pun Lasso Design dah terguling-guling menyetelkannya (sabaq no... bulan ni payment masuk la...) sebab diaorang yang lain tu banyak songeh. Tukar tu. Tukar ni. Bak kata Junaidix, suka2 je tukar system spec. Part sendiri tak buat lagi nak meng-komen part orang. Ha. Amik ko.

Lepas tu, bila aku check balik, rupa2nya diaorang gi buat meeting lain plak! Menyirap darah time tu. Aku kasi email awal2, mintak diaorang konpemkan attendance. Kalau ada plan lain, habaq la. Bley aku re-schedule meeting. Sorang pun tak balas email aku. Huaarggghhh!! Rasa nak bertukar menjadi Hulk pun ada gak. Nak seret sorang demi sorang gi meeting aku. Marah nih!!

Esok Donald Trump nak masuk opis. Aku forwardkan email tanya meeting ni nak dipinda ke tarikh bila, sorang pun tak reply. Patut ke aku beritau perkara sebenar kat Mr. Trump mesia nih, apa yg menyebabkan projek aku lembap tahap cipan?

Apa yang patut aku buat???
*Grin*

Someone is getting married and I've the invitation card.

If you recall the Singapore visit entry, I've posted one pix with him in there. The tall, tall one. Yup. It's going to be a refreshing look at some other kind of wedding rituals. I've never attended a Hindu wedding, so this is the opportunity to do so ;)

Of course I've watched wedding rituals done in Hindustani films. During one lunch, Jane entertained us with Chinese wedding rituals. Hopefully, Jane will get married soon so I can attend a Chinese wedding pulak. Hehe. Jane, get a hint! He's young, he's charismatic, at 25 he's already a manager, and he's getting a new car this year. *bat eyelashes* Are you reading this, Jane?

Hmm. My office room of late has become the hub of bit*hing session. I stand firm and true when I tell guys can be bit*hy. For all those who are terrified of this b-word, it actually means female canine. Synonimously, it also refers to a pain-in-the-neck or tearing somebody down to pieces (or in this case, mengumpat la).

There are a lot of things they can launch into. From meetings, to policies, to individuals among them, to big boss -- everybody has a say in everything.

Lastly, hari ni ada lawatan dari SLA (hehe. tak leh habaq no... akronim utk apa) and boleh la tgk gambar yg telah dimodify ni. Bakal pengantin yg tgh b'tepuk tgn paling depan sekali ;) n aku plak jadi penjaga pintu (seperti biasa...):


... ok la. Nak gi minum dulu!
Walaupun bos tak de, tetiba meja aku seperti dilanda tsunami. Poom! Tgk la sendiri kat dlm gambar tu. Amik ko. Nampaknya aku tak leh nak berilek2. Tak pelah. Asalkan bos aku takde. Kalau dia ada, walaupun keje tak de, aku tetap tensen sbb dia selalu tensen. Begitulah aku sehari2.

Aisey, camane plak aku leh tersalah haribulan. Rupa2nya bnyk benda akan berlaku besok. Aku syok2 je memindahkan meeting hari ni ke besok hari sbb aku ingatkan arinih ada event penting. Rupa2nya tidak. Cess la. Memory aku dah rosak teruk. RAM dah tak leh pakai. Mana aa, nak tukar baru??
Btw, design tu dah siap n dah diforwardkan utk di 3-D kan. Koi, aku nak visual 3D tu besok jugak!!
Seronoknya hidup. Life's wonderful.

My design tak jadi. Dah bukak Photoshop, dah bukak Illustrator, dah call up Wai to help me. Tapi tetap tak jadi.

Poning wey...
2005 is just a number. Is just a year. Is nothing that meaningful.

Don't get me wrong, people. I don't hate new years. I just don't think it's a big deal. So we grow older (age-wise). So there's a wrinkle or two on our face. However, some people are still considered young at heart despite these facts. Life still goes on.

The only thing that matters with each new year, is each birthday. I'm going to be 23 this year. When I was six, I couldn't imagine being 23. When I'm approaching 23, I feel no difference than when I was six. I still think chocolate rules the day, that playing see-saw and swinging high in the playground are fun. When I go for evening walks, I still look out for dandelions by the roadside to blow at the tiny stalks so the wind will carry them all away. At 23, I still do what I did when I was six (except drink from milk bottle).

Looking back, I guees that I've accomplished half of what I dreamed about when I was six:

To board an aeroplane. I used to look up on the sky and wished that I could go for a ride on a plane. Now I travel on air every time I go back.

To go to university. I wanted to go to university back then because I liked to imitate everything that my father did. 15 years later, I graduated.

To go to the land of 'mat salehs'. I had a mat saleh playmate when I was small. Though we couldn't understand each other, we still enjoyed games together. When I watched tv, I told my sister that I wanted to go their place someday. I did end up in Down Under and Cape Town years later. I still wish I could go to Europe someday.

The other half that every 6-year-olds liked to pretend would be more materialistic in nature:

To own my own car and house. Still working on that.

To have enough money to shop for my own clothes. Despite my tomboy-ish nature (I wore shorts and t-shirt instead of baju kurung on hari raya) when I was six, I used to look longingly at frilly dresses that my parents couldn't afford to buy for each daughter of theirs. So I wished that I could have my own ringgit and sen to buy my own clothes when I grow up. I liked to shop for clothes with my best friend when we got our scholarship money (ehem, apart from using the money to buy books of course!), but when I do earn my own money, I develop this ridiculous idea that money shouldn't be wasted on new clothes every time I receive my salary (Note: Ainie, there's nothing wrong in shopping for clothes every time we receive our paycheque, don't get me wrong here :p).

To go to Mecca. A six-year-old wanted to go to Mecca? Yup, for some strange reasons, I was fascinated with the age-old rituals of pilgrimage. I read children's books on Prophet (peace be upon him) and how it was in Mecca, and I thought that God is in Mecca. Six-year-old me wanted to go to the holy land, and soon-to-be-23-this-June me still hope to be there one day.

To have a grand wedding. OK, 6-year-old did wish to have a grand wedding on top of a sea cliff, wearing white gown, sauntering beneath a beautiful arch, complete with perfect weather and all else romantic stuffs a 6-year-old can imagine of. At 23, that idea changed drastically after considering how much a grand wedding would cost. Someday (Insha-Allah), I intend to get married but in a simple occasion in a mosque at home, wearing a simple wedding outfit of baju kurung (no kebaya, no matching songket, just a simple baju kurung would do) that wouldn't be outrageously expensive, and a kenduri syukur afterwards (no majlis bersanding and cake-cutting ceremony, please). The most important thing I hope, that I will get married to the man I love and would be capable to love me in return, forever.