September 30, 2011

the end of September working week

had a rough week. because all of the sudden, urgent and multi-tasking tasks cropped in, of which i wouldn't be complaining much (after a long stint without much to do), except that the lack of rest and sleep was getting to me.

i even did the most unacceptable faux paus at work.

i raised my voice at my superior. i did not even think - my voice just automatically went a notch higher (maybe a few notches higher) when she made an uncalled remark.

it may seem totally all right with you, but the remark did not come at a right time when i was trying my level BEST to complete the task given by her.

but that's that. it's the end of the week. end of September 2011, in fact. and three more months before the new year 2012.

time does indeed FLY. not just when you were having fun. but when things got complicated and busy that you did not realise that time has bade you goodbye.

anyways, this is meant to be a quick post - i could afford to do this since i have managed to distribute the manuals which my boss and i had a bit of disagreement on a few minutes ago... so YAY! - but i do want to share this lil' picture that i got through the email today.

it made me laugh. and the laughter reached my eyes. hope it will have the same effect on you.


gotta feed the baby and do laundry?
THERE... I FIXED IT! :)

September 26, 2011

B.R.O.G.U.E.S.

Fashion Trend : BROGUES 

Brogues - Definition :


a durable, comfortable, low-heeled shoe, often having decorative perforations and a wing tip often with ornamental perforations

a coarse, usually untanned shoe once worn in Ireland and Scotland

I especially like the etymology of the word :

type of Celtic accent, 1705, perhaps from the meaning "rough,stout shoe" worn by rural Irish and Scottish highlanders (1580s),via Gaelic or Irish, from O.Ir. broce "shoe," thus originally meaningsomething like "speech of those who call a shoe a brogue." Orperhaps it is from O.Ir. barrog "a hold"

off white brogues are just fineeeee with these jeans. *

the perforation on these shoes maketh the brogues.

ASOS black patent brogues - as depicted in next pic.

lady.... you really know how to work those brogues of yours. *

okay, no brogues, but luverly Balenciage bag :) *

been obsessed about brogues of late.... but then i havent made up my mind on which brogues to get. 

i like mine with a bit of lift or height. i dont know why... the older i get, the safer i feel with heels. 

the heels are like my personal back straightener. (granted, they also hurt my back, but not when i'm using them).

so these are my current faves. i haven't seen them in the local high street shops yet. but then again, i haven't been actively looking.

(Amazon.com), heels are just right to NOT be called a witch's pairs.

mind you, the trend has also gone to the kids' fashion segment.

because last week, i found these at Ginger Snaps.

chic pair of baby brogues in metallic beige that i'd want one! :)

Photos credits in * are from a fashion blog called wheredidyougetthat, specifically, a post entitled http://www.wheredidugetthat.com/2011/08/high-voltage.html

September 19, 2011

last weekend - a wedding


last weekend we went back to Penang to send my inlaws back, which was partly the reason, as my husband was invited to an ex colleague's wedding reception at E&O Hotel on Saturday.

i was intrigued to attend the wedding in the E&O as it boasted a colourful history as being the first luxury hotel during the colonial era. built in 1885 by the four Armenian brothers, the 'Sarkies', it has seen two World Wars and is still proudly serving guests in 2011 (after undergoing an extensive renovation in 2001).

for more of its rich chronicles, click here.

mind you, rich is the imperative word here, as the going rate starts at a 'meagre' RM 730 for the 'essential' room, hence we would not be easily inclined to spend the night there - unless of course, i manage to coax my other half to not spend at least a night at his house nearby. :)

as we arrived at the place, about half an hour's late at 1230pm, we looked for our names on the list of guests and their related table number on the wall, near the main ballroom. we found out that our table was upstairs of the ballroom, akin to Circle level if you are familiar with 'show hall' terminology. of which i quipped to my hubby, "either we're special or not special."

turned out we're not - as most closed-knitted and VIP guests, as well as the blushing bride and the immaculate groom were seated downstairs in the main ballroom (Stall level) - but it gave us a bird eye's view of the place. the ballroom was indeed grand in a subtle kind of way, not ostentatiously so, but quietly refined, like it does not need to prove itself. i would imagine it was heavily used for fancy parties and débutante proms back in its heydays. well, of course, for wedding receptions, notwithstanding.

this was the hallway that leads to the ballroom

the food was all right but not superb. we were initially served hors d'oeuvre comprising of a fusion of gado-gado, along with skewered satay with peanut sauce and some imperceptible salad thingy. then it was chicken broth with carrots and potatoes cut into little pieces. i loved that simple dish because i was in the mood for something soupy. after that, the main course. we had to wait for the servers to bring out the food one by one that i thought it was meant to be like that as the bride was half Chinese. turned out, it was due to inefficiency, rather than design. there was the 'XL prawn' dish which was dispensed out first and put on the table but was moments later taken away right after the waitress served us one piece each. huh? was i the only foodie who noticed that? because the rest of the dishes were left on the table - rice, chicken, fish, beef, veggies and 'acar' (spiced pickled fruits) - where we could liberally consume.

there was the usual wedding entertainment, which was clearly arranged by the parents of the bride because of the demographic of the singers. the songs being belted out were various enough, consisting of a multitude of past and present hits, of which at some point, they sang a Selamat Hari Raya number. i had an okay time, considering there were two other guests sitting at the table of ten. all of which were from my hubby's former bank. i guess it would have been a better experience if i had known the pengantins on a personal level, but it was the first time i've seen them - and it was from the balcony overlooking the Stall level of the majestic ballroom. :P

(apparently as i found out later, the reception was the bride side's, so we could not blame the seating arrangement being unfavourable as we're from the groom side. i was of course, telling myself this to nurse a bruised ego. hah!)

we left around 3pm, after hubby had said his thank you and goodbye to the newly-weds, while i conveniently sneaked into the ladies for a little private time and mainly, to check it out. the Deco was still yesteryears that i had to snap a picture of the pre War ladies WC. and blimey, thank goodness the flush still worked. 

the boys would love the swimming pool!

before we headed out, hubby indulged me to some photo taking outside the hotel looking out the seaside. and i took one of him candidly. i know he would thank me later. *grin*

photo credits are from the official E&O site.
personal photos are not uploaded because this is a public portal. :)

Hari Malaysia


i posted this on my Facebook wall last Friday, in conjunction with the 48th Hari Malaysia (Malaysia Day).

regardless the tawarikh of this 16 September as Hari Malaysia (and other historical facts being raised by some ungrateful quarters), i would just like to say Selamat Hari Malaysia, because 
due to it, we get another public holiday. :)

so do remember and take heed of this. 

as we have so much to be thankful for. 

September 14, 2011

Paradox



i read the following poem in The Star newspaper last Sunday (11th September 2011). 
and it got me thinking.
have we really become an exhibitionist society that gets its kicks from posting trivias and publishing personal stories with accompanied pictures to have a sense of belonging? or a sense of worthiness? 

are we really out of touch with the real world interaction that the only way we could feel thoroughly connected is through social media? and perhaps other forms of electronic communications such as emails and chats are to be blamed as well?

i for one am guilty of this reclusive behaviour. of sending short messages to my parents instead of calling them. of checking my Facebook while doing homework with my kids. of posting photos while having a rare intimate date with my hubby.

can we honestly say that we could be totally 'unplugged' from it all? (to get you started on this journey, please watch this video on Interdependence.

and this blogging habit of late. well, i put it down on my need for self-expression. :) but then again, other people would contend that their urgent need to post online is their basic right to expression.

so what gives? is the way we live now would be through the faceless Facebook? where we gawk at the people whom we barely know and make uneducated guesses on their cryptic status updates (rather than picking up the phone to ask them point blank). there are even instances when we accidentally bump into each other, we do not make a point to nod nor smile to the very same people we have actively exchanged comments in the virtual realm. is this not hypocritical and disheartening, as well?

so what actually gives?

i know writing is a form of expression for me - a creative outlet in my otherwise quotidian life - that i feel compel to  release in a rather semi-anonymously fashion in this portal. so to answer my own question on the reason(s) why i delve into blogging publicly, please bear with me as i have a short (hopefully) discourse with my subconscious.

(as this is (singular, not plural, mind you) just conscience and physical self conversing, there is no need for differentiation of course... weird :)

START/START

do i feel good after posting? 
yes i do.

why do i feel good? 
because i have managed to single-handedly produce something creative. on my own. without anyone's assistance (other than the usual surfing machinery ).

does producing something creative through writing makes me feel good? 
yes, perhaps, in my opinion, because i don't talk as well, or could not articulate as well as i write. writing is a release. to form opinions and solutions, to form thoughts and ideas. where i feel i could be heard.

what are the reasons that i feel i am not being heard otherwise? 
because there are other distractions out there which devalue or numb our needs to analyse our thoughts and emotions. there are our commitments, casual impersonal interactions and masks of bravado to hide any fear and embarrassment.

do i still want to continue writing? 
oh yes. i must. i need to do this periodically when i have the time (and i'm taking the opportunity now as i'm more or less free). it nurtures my soul. i will be a better writer when i keep practising. i believe if we have a passion in something, and we strive to work at it or harnessing it, insyaAllah, we will be better at that something that we love and work hard for. eventually, good things will happen.

END/END.

anyways, below is the thought-provoking article which prodded me into self-analytical mode.




And so, with a gleeful heart, and a manic state of mind,
I set out on a task, a work of a
peculiar kind.
You may well not agree, but the fact that you’re still reading
proves that what I’ve written is, at least, worth considering.
Today I wish to reflect on, to lament, and to berate,
that malevolent creation we all would love to hate.
I speak, of course, of the conspicuous contraption
that occupies our time, our lives and our actions.
“The social network” is its alias, “the new media” its sobriquet.
It now permeates our lives in eerily omnipresent ways.
Nothing has ever been as scary since the birth of the TV box.
And thus, my soliloquy is entitled The Facebook Paradox.
Make no mistake, my friend, for I do not wish to vitiate,
that profile page of yours, which you have so painstakingly created.
Nor do I intend to degrade the
concept as a whole.
For I find the very idea novel, its
brilliance manifold.
It enables long-lost companions to reconnect with a click,
and it makes announcements a cinch, and oh, so very quick.
What I do wish to highlight are the many contradictions,
paradoxes and absurdities that litter this creation.
The first of which is its name, “Facebook” it is labelled.
But being neither a face, nor a book, how is this sensible?
At least “MySpace” makes some sense, so does “Friendster”.
But “Facebook” is plain ridiculous, a disaster in nomenclature.
The user base is massive, and at 600 million,
it is said that supposedly if the
network were a nation,
It would be the third most populous, behind only China and India.
Its population more than 20 times than that of Malaysia.
Yet its citizens are the most closeted, virtually and in fact,
they do not meet, do not converse, and they do not interact.
Other than via messages, pictures and witty comments,
The sterile life of netizens, divorced from real-life events.
As a social network, it fails
spectacularly
to connect people with people, friends and family.
For all that it does, is merely to encourage
us to sit passive, computer monitors in front of our faces.
Posting inconsequential wall posts, whilst vainly hoping
our friends would take interest, and in turn comment on something.
Or “like” our status updates, that it may be an indication
of how popular we are, in the realm of virtual interaction.
It also enables people to
vaingloriously pretend
that they are smarter than they are, by posting comments.
Or posts that are plagiarized, copied exactly word for word
from the works of someone famous, which they conveniently Googled.
But above them all, I find this habit the vainest,
the intentional writing of something vague and ambiguous.
Like saying “missing someone”, in the hope that people would
take notice or take interest, selfishly hoping that you’d feel good.
Or saying, “I’m angry at you!”,
without saying who the “you” is.
Assuming that people can read minds as easily as they read lips.
Another paradox that’s worth a mention, something that is used oft,
Our precious photos and their
privacy, or rather the lack thereof.
Uploading and tagging have now become commonplace,
we no longer give a second thought to the consequences we may face.
Should our unflattering and embarrassing pictures make their way
to some anonymous stranger, or perverts who stalk and prey.
Facebook is replete with paradoxes, that to name each and every one
is an exercise in futility, exhausting, and devoid of fun.
People tend to virtual farms, and cry over lost cows,
but in life have never seen a hoe, to use one, they don’t know how.
Yes I’m talking about that game, all of you know its name,
Farmville is so addictive, it is a drug more than a game.
Or that one in which you pretend you are a Mafia lord,
committing imaginary crime, for make-believe rewards.
Or pretend to spar with rival gangs, all of them made up,
until you scream with mirth and joy, when you finally “level up”.
You see, there is so much ludicrousness, and I’ve written them at length.
There’s obviously plenty more, but now I’m sapped of strength.
I think you get my point, that which I wish to convey,
That Facebook is absurd, in every conceivable way.
Contradictions aplenty, incongruities abound, and paradoxes galore.
Oh there are many other examples, but I wish to give no more.
But please, dear reader, allow me one last indulgence,
Before I take my leave and retreat to my silence.
One more thing to point out, please bear with this chatterbox.
Those who have the most friends on Facebook are also those
Who have the least friends in real life, distant or close.
And that, my (Facebook) friend, is the ultimate Facebook paradox.

September 12, 2011

Pable Neruda : Sonnet XV11/ Sonnet 17

 


I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you thus, not knowing how to otherwise

than this way whereby neither you nor I exist
so close that your hand on my chest is mine;
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

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No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

September 7, 2011

NEW LOVE

i have a new love. and it is this. 






Description: 
Chloé bag: multicolored leather and suede, buckle-fastening shoulder strap, front buckle-fastening pocket, side flap pockets, internal leather designer tag, internal slit pockets, gold hardware, fully lined. Designer-stamped zip fastening. Spot clean. Leather: Calf. Designer color: Brown.


(Source : Net-a-porter)


*S W O O N*

Somewhere Only We Know

jaded and confused. long lost and unrequited loves. longing for old times. restoring hope and faith. wanting to believe again.

a perfect song for all these.



the lyrical companion:

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go? So why don't we go?

Oh, this could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know

September 6, 2011

It's Going Down Further...

                
                   YESTERDAY:

              USD 1 = RM 2.9745

                     TODAY:

              USD 1 = RM 2.9855



conclusion : buying a bag from the United States YESTERDAY is definitely better than buying a bag TODAY.

so hurry up and scout 'em bags at :

before the rates go yo-yo again. by the way, the lowest this month is at 2.9600. 

and September has only just started. *wink*