OFFICE POLITICS

To ingratiate or not to ingratiate....to me, honestly, there will never be an office that is blissfully free from people like this. Why I brought up this issue? I don't desire to blog stuffs that does not effect me. Some bloggers blog things that really curious them and also allowing them to shout their thoughts. Some of it may be very sensitive to the eyes and will create tension and chaos blog dramas. I like mine mild with humourous contents and most importantly no harsh context to offend anyone in general. A blogosphere is a place where you foster your ideas and enable communication between other bloggers. I simplified it as my way to de-stress, showing my opinion and allowing my entries to be seen to the world and to my friends everything concerning myself and the people that I love.

Coming back to my topic of the day : Office Politics. I just had a meeting with my senior officer with some of my fellow colleagues. Apparently two of my other fellow colleagues had documented their complaints about some of the Senior Officers (that includes my boss) petty stuffs they did (long teabreaks, long lunchbreaks, punctuality & other petty stuffs) to NO. 1. The best part is, my name was mentioned as one of the the complainants which I know nuts about. Now the seniors claimed that we (me & my innocent colleagues) had betrayed them. OMG!!! Betrayal???? Sounds so freaking heavy.
First of all, I'm obviously innocent here and didn't even see the letter which was claimed has been given to No.1. Secondly, it was never in my blood to scorn other people. As much as I do not comprehend rudeness, I also don't comprehend back-stabbers. It is a very ill thing to do that one should be ashamed of. Luckily, I managed to clear the air for myself and for my other innocent colleagues who was somehow indirectly involved. It was a very bad misunderstanding. Obviously these people are typical sycophants. The bad virus. The root of all office politics. I knew them pretty well. They always ingratiating with No.1...well I guess this incident will considerably increase their chances of promotion.

Be ashamed, be very ashamed of yourself........

I was in the train returning home from work. The scenarios here are totally ironic. In the morning, the trains are usually redolent with scents of snazzy perfumes, talc, deodorant, perfume oil....but when the end of the day approaches, you are startled with the true smell of some of these commuters. The musty, putrid, stinging rancid smell started to linger withins minutes after you step in the train. I told myself was I lucky to get a seat as soon as I board the train but I think I spoke too soon coz my journey wasn't as comfy. I was sandwiched by 2 strangers whom I believed had boycotted from taking a bath forever. The fusty smell was pungently strong that I have no choice but to rub my sensitive nose with axe oil......I thought of giving up my seat but I was quite reluctant coz my heels are killing me and I'm approx 10 stations away from my stop......TO LEAVE OR NOT TO LEAVE.....I decided to stay, armed with my half-full bottle of axe oil....repeatedly rubbed against my nose carefully as I have sensitive skin so frequent usage will cause blemishes that will remain there for weeks.....but that stinking smell overpowered my strong eucalyptus-medicated axe oil.....My head started to spin, getting very nauseous and I suddenly feel like as if I'm in my early stage of pregnancy. I started to feel restless.......luckily I only have 2 more stops to go....the stranger on the left felt embarrassed at my behaviour towards him and quickly made his way to the exit. I felt bad but hey....I'm dying for fresh air here....another stranger sat within seconds and she smelled equally bad. I stood up, had enough of a bad BO journey, make my way to the exit and waited for my stop.

I don't mean to be blunt. I have to admit that taking the MRT has been my daily affair but I just feel like jotting this down coz today's trip has been marked as was one of my worst journey throughout.......

My Work

My Outstanding work....May the force be with me!!!!!!.......

Bonnie & Clyde...me and ma partner in crime Junss

My Angels....

I definitely had my PMS today.....was in a very grouchy mood...had an argument with my company's technical helpdesk....he was kinda rude & was telling me indirectly that I'm a computer idiot for not able to follow his instructions (Duhh!! he got this very weird accent that any frigging human being will have problem understanding him). Obviously it was his unlucky day for pushing me way to the edge. I somehow exploded and told him off nastily "If I'm so freaking good in computers, I should jolly well work next to you or better yet, take over your job. I really can't understand what the hell you just said because you only skated over it. Is it too difficult to you to just email me the guide in laymen's term and I will deal it at my end. This is what you IT freaks are being paid for right, to help computer idiots like me?" I left him quite speechless when I slammed the phone. But the war was far from over yet. He wrote me an email to claim justice for himself. Bring it on!!!!...and I wrote a juicy reply cc. to my deputy director telling that oaf that being a technical helpdesk, he should waste his bloody time trying to find a solution and close the matter rather than to pursue this war of the words.....and I did the right thingy by calling him up initially to get solution whereby he should make the initiative to call me first and close the matter at his end. This way, his day will not be spoiled and I wouldn't be conscience-stricken coz it is not my nature to be nasty but I just do not comprehend rudeness. I added that majority of my colleagues in my dept was never pleased each time they call the helpdesk as most of them are very unfriendly. What's the point of having a helpdesk when they are not helpful? I waited for his reply but I guess he eventually surrendered, probably fearing that my DD will somehow drag this matter to his dept's top management.....what a day......

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- My Family

- Guys with a Sweet Smile...(like my hubby's hehehe)

- Shoppingzzzz....(lots of bags, shoes and a no limit credit card..hehehehe)

- Bags : 20 bags and still counting - All Time Faves - Coach / Chanel / Vuitton / Fendi / Gucci / Prada / Ferragamo / Dior / Chloe / Furla / Marc Jacobs / Bottega...my gosh this is endless....

- Lipsticks & Lip Glosses : Lots of Chanel / Dior / Mac / Bobbi Brown / Stila / NARS / Shu Uemura :) I swear by these brands....

- Scented Candles....a Ying Yang Harmony...makes me happy....

- Home Decor (used to dream of becoming an interior designer, but I guess I'm not customer oriented enough to be one coz I like to argue so legal suits me well :)

- Flowers (know any ladies who hates flowers? I've yet to know)

- Coffee (can't start my day without it)

- Reading (as long they are paperback...hard covers turns me off)

- Classical / Instrumental music (Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, Vivaldi, Tchaikovsky, Bond to name few)

- Surfing the Internet (My life will be meaningless with them....boy am I hooked!!!)

- My handphone (Feel so naked without it!!!)

- Black & Pink....

- Bling-blings....

- Sappy Korean Dramas...the sappier the better....

- Sunny Day.....Rainy days makes me sad.....Hazy days makes me sick....

- Fave Quote : From Sandra Bullock : "Beginnings are usually scary and endings are very sad, but it's the middle that counts" - It is so inspirational that makes me wanna make the best of my life.....

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- Girls who are super skinny but claim they are fat

- Fat ladies in very skimpy bikinis (what were they thinking?)

- People who spits in public

- People who point things on the floor/ground using their legs....(unless their arms are amputated otherwise it is so rude)

- People who cut queues...especially towards small children pretending not to see them

- Naturally rude people (dare to try me but do be afraid of me unleashing my wrath, be very afraid)

- Loud-Attention-Seekers for both gender....not to mention ugly people who think they're super hot...

- Sluty red and deep orange lipsticks.....pass

- Heavy Metal Music (Sorry Hon!!)

- Soccer (I can't seems to appreciate sports which I never tried all my life...honest..)

Selamat Hari Raya AidilFitri 2006

The Day Finally Arrives - Selamat Hari Raya

It's 4.09am now & I FINALLY finished ALL my chores....I'm so pooped and rather lackadaisical if you ask me about tomorrow......but on the whole, I'm quite content with what I had did so far...so I'm going to get my beauty sleep now in order to look at my best tomorrow :)

1 more day to go.....

I'M SWAMPED WITH ENDLESS ERRANDS...

I'm working on half day today.....nothing much to do besides updating my blogpage coz none of the lawyers were around (hey, who's celebrating here??). On my way back I went to Centrepoint and Tangs coz I promised my auntie I will help her with her last minute shopping....went to the DIY shop to get some wall nails for the photo frames that has been lying all over the house....went my family doctor to get my mum's medication but the clinic was closed *sigh*......but at least I got her spectacles fixed....

I reached home around 3pm. I have no time to loose......I made an all-out effort to get the things finished on time. Did the vacuuming, mopping, steaming, wiping, cleaning, sewing till very late. My hubby worked night shift tonight.......*double sigh*

TO MARK THE END OF RAMADAN....

Today is the last day of Ramadan....listening to the takbir has left me feeling rather melancholy for those who had passed away......like the passing of my grandfather Allahyarham Hamid Bin Yakub whom I love dearly.....He finally succumbed to cancer at the wee hours of Nov 1982 exactly 1 year after being diagnosed. I remember there was a time when I missed him so much that I pray for Allah to grant me with 1 wish, that was to hug my him again....I was only 10 that time. Till now, I still miss him alot. He was a very benevolent man and love all his grandchildren equally....May Allah have mercy upon him.....Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat keatas rohnya...Amin

3 More Days to Hari Raya.....

Today, I have finally painted all the bedroom doors. My hubby helped me with the 2nd coating of the walkway.....

and helped to touch up our display unit....

While mum helped cleaning up all the display items......

and the only way to distract my kids was to allow them enjoying their version of celebrating Hari Raya....

This is my eldest son Khidir......

and this is my 2nd son Khairie....

and my youngest daughter Lisa....

I just got a news that someone I knew very well (sorry, can't reveal her name) is currently going through a very critical moment of her life....a woman's nightmare.....a divorce!!! Her husband is finally back to his ex-lover. After eight years of marriage he finally realised that he is not meant for her. He added that his heart has always been for his ex-lover who just went through a very painful divorce. So all this while, she's been getting nothing but just an empty shell? But why now? Why after 8 years of what is been called a blissful marriage? Why after she had given so much of herself to, the person she have loved so unselfishly and sacrificed so much for, the person she stood by when anyone else would have left....????

I knew her since our formative years, she is indeed quite gullible but has a very good heart. She treasures every relationship. Like me, she has a fair share of failed relationships. She's a good mother, one that believed that charity always begins at home. So is it really her fault? It is very sad to know that there is a stupid soul who would jilt his own wife for another woman that ever dumped him for another man...It is arguable that...some men just don't get it....period. I knew her husband, someone whom my own mother will praised him for being such a so called 'good husband' and how my friend was so called 'lucky', laid it on a bit thick, if you ask me.

Why am I being so touchy & freaking out here......I felt the same kind of betrayal once, a long time ago. It was a gut-wrenching, frustrating and deeply painful relationship that ended bitterly and eventually.....tragically. He died in a very tragic accident at Philippines on my 4th anniversary with my husband. I'm not going to elaborate what I went through as it already 'died' in me.........but I have indeed made a very wise decision by leaving him for good after getting so sick and tired of not being able to eat, not being able to sleep, and struggling every day with sadness and uncertainty. I finally managed to escape from the sickening thoughts of where he could be, who he could be with and what intimate things they might be doing to each other.

Was it karma? I leave you to judge it........but I'm a true believer of devine retribution....

"The truth is rarely pure and never simple." Oscar Wilde

Today I went to my auntie's for break fast. It's like a gathering of the clans. I'm supposed to 'help' (help-to-view) my darling cousins doing their masterpiece : Chocolate Pecan Cookie. Sounds delicious. It sure is.....Kudos for them!!!!

A typical view?

I just discovered my beautiful niece Shariffah Qistina called me 'Bik Non'. I simply don't know how she derived to that name 'Bik Non'.....hmmmm I can't expect much on a 2 yr old toddler rite.....so Bik Non it is.....

my niece Qistina with my son Khairie

My hubby called to break the news saying that he has been selected to escort someone back to Bangladesh. So if everything is confirm he will fly tomorrow.....why does he have to go just when I need him the most here....I can't simply run the whole house in time like this. I praying hard there will be a change of plan or he'll be somehow excluded for this trip. So much of a good night sleep!!!......He tried to pacify me by saying that it's just a very short trip. But knowing that your husband is away during the festive season......it saddens me so much thinking that we'll not able to do the things that I've carefully planned. Why it has to be last minute? My feelings right now......? I'm in no mood for Raya thats for sure......:(

The Story About The Love of My Life

I wanna be all mushy here....so if you are reading this blog, do remember to place a pail right next to you......:) This blog contains my endless reminiscences about giving love a second chance.

Knowing my husband was the most thrilling moment in all my born days. He's a Godsend that made me feel like a whole new woman after years of depressing relationships. My confidence in love took a hard knock as it has given me nothing but sorrows. Guys before him are all whom I can't trust them for as far as I could throw them. So what is love if there's no trust? I remember vividly the first time I laid eyes on him, I told myself that there's more to love with him - I can feel it right to my bones!!!! "But is he the one?" "Will he be the father of my children?" I questioned myself. This sounded like a far-fetched tale but this is what really happened. For the first time in my life, I'm experiencing what is called TRUE LOVE. His gentle, calm and peaceful set of eyes took my breath away. The first 3 years of knowing him was indeed a sheer bliss....I told myself that not that I have found the perfect man, I have also found my soul mate. He is always there when I needed him the most, a shoulder to cry when I felt down with the surroundings. Marrying him soon after was never a mistake, it is my version of a fairytale came true. His natural ability for fatherhood captivated me.

Now that I have been his wife for almost 11 years and fathered 3 of my children, there's no better word to describe him other than he's a part of me that I will never let go and my feelings for him will go on till death do us apart.

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Roberta Flack

First Time Ever I Saw Your Face The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love,
To the dark and the empty skies.
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
And felt your heart beat close to mine
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command.
And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time my love
It would last till the end of time my love
The first time ever I saw your face, your face,
your face, your face

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I'm feeling much better today though not 100% recovered but there's so much things need to be done around the house. With much determination, I finally started painting the dining room with the help of my sidekick (my 2nd son Khairie. He's a great helper when you need one) while being seranaded by the much requested Hari Raya songs echoing from the radio........ I also did the painting of the walkway..too bad I didn't have enough paint to enable me to do the 2nd coating. I just hate it when I was about to show great enthusiasm to finish up a certain task that you are hindered with something....for my case.....the lack of paint...But I will not allow myself to be drown by the stress. I diverse my frustration to clear the laundry/utility room. That area isn't much to look at becoz it's where the laundry is and I don't do laundry. It is the ultimate boring area of my house. My mum was like countlessly asking me to repaint that area but I was like hmmmmm (there's so much things on my head rather that clearing that filth)....:) I was like thinking : This is a real challenge for me....if I can accomplish by clearing up and re-paint the whole area, singlehandedly...it will be the most greatest achievement for me. I also found out that I have way to many leftover paints from my daughter's room that I should do something with it.....rather than to chuck them all at the garbage bin....I started slow....boring...seeing my mum watching the sappy korean-japanese drama I bought for her makes me wanna stop and join her as well.....but NO....I can't do that....I just need to clear my head and focus on what I have to do....(Time is of an essence / Time is also a great healer / Patience is a virtue) Thank you Dr Phil.....gradually I started to have that foam and I finally decided to make this as a fun place instead....I let my kids drew anything they like and I painted it. I took the pic right after I complete it. I have yet to add few more touch ups to make it look more snappy. Something cheerful of course. While resting my weary legs on the chair, I felt great sense of accomplishment that I had approached this task with a boundless zest.

I'm down with a bad cold today. I look like hell and I'm feeling even worse. Thank God my boss will never bother to aggravates my condition. But my peers said I sounded very edgy. Maybe the medication….kindda makes me in a rather annoying mood (definitely not PMS!!!!)…..I hate to be in this condition. Feel soooo helpless…HELP!!!….I tried to taste food but my tastebud has gone haywire...I just wish I'm at home on my comfy bed recuperating with a nice glass of honey lemon drink…..I just came back from the clinic. Doc has confirmed it is viral infection. That explains the runny nose, bad sore throat and the shit that I'm feeling right now. But no antibiotics...I read that the only threatment for viral infection is just plenty of rest and it is self-healing....it's all depends on your immune system. Never, never get dehydrated so doctor's order : plenty of fluids.....

I went to see a specialist at SGH today. The doctor (can't reveal his name) was like trying very hard to explain to me the definition of my sickness (yawn!!!)...like I'm a 5 year-old. I just let him be (that's what I'm paying him for, right?) and instead of a 'yes/ok/oic' in each & every answer he gave me, I went on by saying 'correct' until such time when he told me that "after the treatment, you will be converted to...." and I stopped him by giving him the answer...he went "Oh!..Ok, I guess you already know about this" I was like "DUHH" and plain spokenly told him "I did my research" and my hubby gave me the husband-of-the-year grin to me. I'm not pretending to be a smart-mouthed brat but blame him for passing me a cold shoulder the moment I stepped into the room (Hey, I'm just not able to comprehend why doctors should be rude to the sick?)...Yet again, I'm glad everything's normal except that I will have to undergo the radioiodine treatment next Mon (which said to be very safe, it has to be, right?). Ok enough of the Doctor-of-the-Day story, I wanna talk about the actual thing that worries me alot at this point of time : Hari Raya is drawing very near and there's so much things to do with very little time. On my way back from the hospital, I was like thinking of a list of things that I need to do/buy and in actual fact, that at this juncture, may I announced that nothing, absolute nothing has been done so far (yet)....I'm working and by the time I got home, my angels were like all around me asking Ibu this, Ibu that, and it has given me a hard time even to pee....phew....life's tough when you are a working mother of three. Anyway, I managed to squeeze a bit of my precious time to shop at Geylang with my hubby (trip to Geylang during the festive season is very, very rare with him. An absolute QT), found a couple of things that I need for Raya (yeah, my own blouses & headgears that costs moi closed to $200 - Tks Hon!!!). I also bought a table runner with a matching cushion covers for my sofa and coffee table...(it's velvet. soooo zen and I love it). So much of shopping, now the tedious part...to paint my dining area and the walkway. I'm planning to use Lily White or Paper Lace for the dining area for that all-white dining with a touch of contemporary and Tropicana for the walkway - with lots of pics of my family - so much like a walking gallery . Having said that, I'm also planning to help my mum to make the 'kuih wajib' during this festival : Pineapple Tart. This will be the 1st time mother and daughter team up and the fact that I never bake in my whole entire life, it will be moi's first time so if the tart turns to be a success, it will be moi's first chef d'oeuvre :)....and the list on unfinished stuffs just go on and on and on. My eldest happened to read this blog just about when I'm about to post it and he was like telling me "Ibu, I don't know you can write a good COMPOSITION?" hehehehehehe. He's 9 so can't blame him for not knowing what blog is, just as yet. Speaking about him, he's potential coz he's an avid reader, a typical bookworm you may say and he can read between 1-2 books in a day during school holidays. So much that I have to stop buying and bring him to the library instead (My hubby told me to stop buying him books or his room will look like a community library)...OK....I'm hoping to write things that I have accomplish in my next blog so till then, Au revoir!!!..