to malaysia – a jolly 50 years and many more

happy birthday Malaysia!

today i’m going to blog about how i feel about my nation, as tomorrow is her golden birthday. and i think she’s still damn good looking even though some parts of her are , err how to say, not really natural. over the years, she had gone through many constructive surgeries works, face lifts and i could say she is prettier, but not as exotic looking as before.

i have never appreciated my country that much until i travel the world. i would like to quote some of my experiences during my past journeys, which i could still vividly remember and made me feel proud to be a Malaysian.

1. KLIA, the country’s gateway
there was no specific experience in KLIA, but more of how it has changed my perception from a closed rigid protester to appreciating its being. before it was built 1998, i was one of the groupie jerks who protested (and detested) the multi million project which have costed poor malaysian money and taxpayers. yes it did cost a bomb, but it turns out to be one of the national treasure. why do i think that way? for me, i judge a country from the first impression it gives me once i land and step foot on it. in any cases, airports should be as un-intimidating and as friendly as possible and most important of all it is reflective of the country’s image. of all the airports i’ve been to, i must say KLIA is the place i like most. yes most of the time after a gruelling mission or a long period away from home, i felt a tinge of pleasure when i land in KLIA. but not because of that. it has a classy, beautiful design, well thought architecture, clean, well maintained and cool airconditioning. everytime i meet people overseas, they will definitely talk about KLIA and…urmm Mahathir..let’s go to my next story.

2. Mahathir in Persian
in 2003, over at a remote village of earthquake-strikken Bam, Iran. nobody speaks english. neither they have seen a caramelled-yellow skin complexion of a southeast asian. they usually referred to me and malay friends as chinese or indian. i’ve been called an indian and a chinese depends on what they think i am. anyway, an old man who lives in a tent spruced up by the red crescent after he lost his family and home, asked me in persian where i came from. When i told him (with a help of a cute translator) that I am from Malaysia, he quickly replied, ‘ oh i really like Mahathir, do you know him? can you send my regards to him and ask him to come here?’ i was thinking, this is a random person from a remote, far away area, who do not even speak in other languages other than Persian, but is able to admire my own countryman. Tun Mahathir has definitely build a good image among the Muslim world, and they surely look up to him.

3. three races in a tent?
Bagh, 160km out of Islamabad, Kashmir border. Ramadhan 2005. another earthquake, and i was thrown out into the realm of the scene,again. but the conversation took place in Urdu. there was 10 of us, and 2 tents. i mean u prefer to stay in tents rather than in a building when violent aftershock could bring down the remaining of cracked buildings, even though the temperature reached 2 degrees at night. there was chinese, indian and malay in my team and we don’t have qualms in sleeping together in one tent. even my ‘compartment-mate’ was Dr Lai, a chinese paediatrics surgeon. i even prepared lunch and breakfast for my non-muslim teammates while i was fasting and they break fast together with us muslims. several kashmiri locals looked at our team and give a displeased signal. when one of them came up to me asking whether we are really friends, ‘are you not fighting?’ i was laughing my ass off on this statement, but suddenly a surge of pity crept in me, they (kashmiris) have never understand the meaning of peace. for them life is a constant struggle and fight. wow, i am blessed to be born in Malaysia, we might have our own disagreement but we are not in a state of a battle. i can still date a chinese guy, without causing a cold war in my country hiks..

4. acehnese warmth
despite their struggle of autonomy, aceh has survived the greatest tsunami ever seen in the history. many times have i been proposed ‘chatted up’ as soon after they overheard my accent. i can’t hide my non-indonesian slanga nor can i get away with my lah, and kan postfix in my every sentence. aceh has long struggled for authority to create an independent muslim autonomy. they look up to Malaysia and its secular progressive Islamic approach. not just that, acehnese seeks medical treatment in Penang which is way cheaper, and professional compared to Jakarta or Medan, or even Singapore. they always think i would know the hospital ‘Lam Wah Ee’ (what?) because they think that’s the best hospital ever. i guess they did a good job in marketing their hospital overseas, hence the response. in reconstructing aceh, many experts were brought in from Malaysia (including me..hiks), to assist, because of our similarities in terms of culture, language and practices. many acehnese even asked me how to become a Malaysian citizen. i have a standard answer for that (because afghanis, pakistanis, palestinians also asked me the same question).” your country needs you and your expertise to be able to progress, why thinking of moving to another country, when you could be the agent of change”. this reminder also goes to Malaysians who left the country and build a new life elsewhere.

as you can see, Malaysia is in the eyes of the world, even in a bad light by the West, we are still adored by the fellow Asians. i pay a tribute to the Father of Independence, Tuanku Abd Rahman, and his subsequent counterparts.

my hope for Malaysia in the next 50 years – a balance socio-development, Bahasa Malaysia as the language of pride and a true Islamic Nation.

Alhamdulillah, long live Malaysia.

IKEA not that suckie after all

From: -me-
To: customer.service@ikeastore.com.my; joseph.lau@ikeastore.com.my (General Manager)Sent: Tuesday, August 21, 2007 11:24:30 AM
Subject: Unsatisfied Customer

Dear IKEA,

I shopped for the first time at IKEA on Saturday 18 August, where i bought two wardrobe and a double decker bed worth over RM2000. I paid everything including home delivery and assembly service of 5% during check out. The cashier asked me jubilantly of why i did not came earlier as i could have received the goods on the same day. But i decided to make space for assembly, and receive the items the day after, on Sunday.

On Sunday, the delivery and assembly guys came on time (even earlier). While they are assembling the parts, they discovered that one part of the PAX DRAMMEN Wardrobe was faulty. They said it is not their fault, as this comes from the store. He said that he will report back to the customer service department and IKEA will send over a replacement the next day. So they only assembled one wardrobe and the double decker, whereas the faulty wardrobe was left at my house taking all the space in the bedroom, when we expect everything would be ready by night and we could clean up the space. I was asked to put in a comment on the delivery note and sign it.

So we waited for the replacement to come. I was actually waiting for a call, saying that the replacement item is going to come anytime soon, but to no avail. I called the customer service and they say nothing has been reported back, and i will have to wait for the replacement on FRIDAY!

I do not know IKEA is very careless in protecting their customers. When speaking to the customer service assistant, i do not feel that my issue (that obviously not my mistake) is important and urgent enough for them to react and resolve. How can you treat other deliveries while pushing the UNFINISHED responsbilities behind.

Do you know that my family needs the space to sleep, when the half rotten faulty wardrobe is still lying on the floor? And you asked me to wait 5 days, because the other deliveries are very important? when you havent even finished your delivery to me, and i have paid full for it?

I am very upset with what happened and the way the customer service assistant handled my problems. It has not been a great experience shopping at IKEA, if you want to make it a memorable one, you have been successful miserably.

Please act or i do not hesitate to return and get refund of my items – HD 137247, post order 761094

Angry customer
-me-

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not more than 5minutes after that i received this

Dear Ms Ice

We sincerely apologise for the problem you had with your recent IKEA purchases. I will personally get Sukhdev Singh – Customer Service Manager to attend to you problem immediately.

Best Regards

Joseph Lau
General Manager
IKEA
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not more than 5 minutes after that,i received a call from Sukhdev, the customer service’s father

Sukhdev : i’m really sorry for what has happened
me : you should
sukhdev : the items will be sent today, and we will waive the delivery fees and 5% assembly charges, would you like a gift voucher or a cash refund?
me : u think m gonna shop again in ikea? i prefer cash refund (happinesssss *..*)
sukhdev : ok, i will send a letter to authorize the cash refund, and you can take it anytime at IKEA.

YEAYYY!!!
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and u think u prefer PERABOT AH SENG than IKEA?..hahahhaha, i got back my RM150 for their mistakes and poor coordination. serves them right

orange is the new pink???

this morning i passed by my new apartment construction area and was flabbergasted.

it’s ORANGE!

it’s O-R-A-N-G-E, hear me ?

how on earth did anyone think orange is pretty for buildings? I saw a tinge of orange last week and i tell myself, oh maybe they are playing around with color. they will take it off and paint beige, or light yellow, or white would be nice as well, but ORANGE?….they have painted the whole block and it’s grinning ORANGE.
can i just raise a complaint or get my money back? it is far different from the artist impression, and it looks cheap. cheap enough that you can throw up, faint and throw up again by the sight of it. huh?!

anyways, i have a new hobby, that keeps me busy. i will punch in at 8 am and storm back exactly at 5. my attendance record to the office has been good. never once i get a red stamp on my punch card. thanks to my new hobby. my hobby involves music, aching muscles, giggling girls and lotsss of sweat. think u can guess.

and MATTA Fair is happening in September. i’m thinking of Spain, Portugal and Morocco in January, next year. whoever wants to join me raise up their hands.

till later

I never pretend to be something I’m not

i do appreciate good music. normally, the melody and beat will capture my attention first before the lyrics, cos i’m not really poetic nor i am into arts. i dont care what the song is all about as long as they have unique and catchy tunes. i am soooooooo loving this song. and it just so happen the lyrics are awesome.

Real Girl – Mutya Buena

If I had one chance to
In my life again
I wouldn’t make no changes
Now or way back when (yeah)
And if everything turns out
The way I hope it goes
But I cant wait to find out
What it is that God knows

But I don’t wanna think about
What’s gonna come around for me
I’ll just take it day by day
‘Cause it’s the only way
To be the best that I can be

I never pretend to be something I’m not
You get what you see, when you see what I’ve got
We live in the real world, I’m just a real girl
I know exactly where I stand

And all I can do is be true to myself
I don’t need permission from nobody else
‘Cause this is the real world, I’m not a little girl
I know exactly who I am

And nothing’s ever perfect
There’s no guarantee
And if I knew the answers
It would put my mind at ease (no)
So I’ll just keep on going
The way I’ve gone so far
And maybe I’ll end up
Tryin’ to catch a fallin star (yeah)

But I don’t wanna think about
What’s gonna come around for me
I’ll just take it day by day
‘Cause it’s the only way
To be the best that I can be

I never pretend to be something I’m not
You get what you see, when you see what I’ve got
We live in the real world, I’m just a real girl
I know exactly where I stand

And all I can do is be true to myself
I don’t need permission from nobody else
‘Cause this is the real world, I’m not a little girl
I know exactly who I am

Baby this is who I am
Don’t need you to understand
‘Cause everything is right where it should be
It wont be long til you know about me,
‘Cause I don’t give a…
Even when I’m out of love
‘Cause everythings just how it should be
And it wont be long till you know about me

I never pretend to be something I’m not
You get what you see, when you see what I’ve got
We live in the real world, I’m just a real girl
I know exactly where I stand

And all I can do is be true to myself
I don’t need permission from nobody else
‘Cause this is the real world, I’m not a little girl
I know exactly who I am

I never pretend to be something I’m not
You get what you see, when you see what I’ve got
We live in the real world, I’m just a real girl
I know exactly where I stand

And all I can do is be true to myself
I don’t need permission from nobody else
‘Cause this is the real world, I’m not a little girl
I know exactly who I am

depression, liz lemon and me

have u experienced this before?

weak, no drive, no passion on anything, no energy to even walk, over-eating, gets sleepy as early as after dinner, hard to wakeup in the morning, and sleep through the day.

wow, it just hit me big time and i hated it. i think the routine of my new job is killing me softly inside, and i have to bear with it at least until i’m adjusted to the job. at the moment, lots of things that i planned to do, gets halted simply because i’m too impatient, red tapes and bureaucracy.

so, yesterday i made new resolutions and i felt better. i could even still be awake at 11pm, that’s considered impressive given my sleep time for the whole week was 9! i aim for only a few achievement for the day, write down a to-do list first thing in the morning and once i scrap it off at the end of the day, it’ll make my day. i also terminated my gym membership, and signed on a new one, to avoid becoming bored. and the most important of all, to get out of the above misery is of course…RETAIL THERAPY.

yes, i’m back girls. remember i said i have enough of shopping?..to hell with it, it only leads me to depression huhuhuh..i need shopping for my sanity..so yesterday i bought 2 baju kurungs ( i really need new ones for my job), and an apple strudels to pacify myself..omg i’m so single hahah

anyway, have u guys watched 30Rock?..i always enjoy it eventho i never watched it religiously. theirs is a dark comedy about office life in a media and broadcasting company. but what i love about the show is Tina Fey as ‘Liz Lemon’. i felt some connection with her character, as some of the lines really poked me bullseye.

e.g she got confused and depressed and told her boss “ok i need to talk this thing out with the food” how brilliant is that? let it out to the food?..huh i love her. another one when she bumped into the guy who she secretly admires, and he is making out with her own staff in the elevator, and the guy then appologise on his act “inappropriate to do it in a workplace” she replied non-chalantly “oh never mind ..its inappropriate to do it in front of ugly people”..i just love
the hit-on-me lines.

according to the Wikipedia, Fey stated that Liz is “five or six years ago when I first started at my job and had to figure out how to deal with big, strong personalities and get through the day, being sort-of scared of everyone… but acting like you’re not scared of everyone.”

bullseye.that’s me.

the going ons

i’m happy to be back. seems like i’ve been away for years. i’m just craving for my comfort (fatty) meals, the city life, shopping sprees, night activities, sleepover at girlfriends and the most special is getting together with mak , abah, adik2 and the my cutesy, cheeky nephew.

anyway, i got my 2 months rest and now start working again!

life is now different from before as i have toned down in terms of getting out and about. i prefer to be at home or out doing something beneficial rather than wasting my time in the mall, or stopping by at cafe’s meeting friends after work. maybe i’ve grown up a bit, and grew tired of those places. even though now i can afford those stuff i once yearn when i window shop,it just doesnt work for me anymore.

u can grow tired of malls, can you?..or i’m just plain weird