Uniquely Singapore - Part 1

I think I lived in a world whereby all men I passed by was such a gentleman in their manners toward women. In Singapore, I found myself dumbstruck with a hit and run culture shock!

No offense, but hell.. I never seen a man sigh loudly while waiting for his turn to us the wending machine. Yeah, those women standing in front of him shouldn’t took too much time deciding what to choose and not talking while choosing, but hey… loud sigh necessary?

Second time, it actually happened to yours truly.
A man using the wending machine again (its so popular here!), and as the wending machine located near the door, he used his body to hold the door while he waited for his coke. And I want to pass by. And I said, excuse me.., again, a very loud sigh. Funny huh?

The best thing happened yesterday. At the airport with the cab driver who seems to hate his job so much I wonder he why he didn’t just sell his cab and go fly kite.

The airport doorman showed me to his cab, and my two colleagues and me went to him, with our luggage on tow. I arrived to him first, and showed him my luggage, he, cutely, just sneer at me and pretended that he didn’t even see me, as big as I am. I didn’t say a word and when my colleagues arrived with bigger luggage, he, with this sour face, unceremoniously sort of thrown the luggage to the trunk. And when he turn to leave to his door, I said, ‘there’s another one’. By God.. I feel like I’m asking for a million dollars from him! And as you guys can guess, of course, he didn’t bother to get out of his cab to help to take the luggage out of the trunk when we arrived at out hotel. Sigh…

Singapore… uniquely Singapore… what else can I say? :P

Lol...

Hey you... :P

Im in Singapore now.. its only the third day.. but it feels like ive been here for a month oredy... i wanna go home! (ya rite)..

Anyway.. i wont be able to blog much. its hectic and by the end of the day, im so exhausted that all i wanna do is just go to sleep!

Ahmad Ammar Farhan was born this morning. New baby to enhance that small family of Amash and Joe. Mabrook to them.. alhamdulillah.

Cant stay now.. im rushing for trainings..

See u guys soon!

How to do this?

Salams.

Whats up with the title today?
Well..let me explain.

I read a few blogs from a few 'bloggers' yesterday.
And when i was reading them, i was like.. wow...they sure can write cool things.
Not the topics that they wrote was cool.. its just the way they wrote them.. makes me want to read every topic that they posted.

And on my way home from work, i was like... 'i wish i can write like them.'
And i listed, ahem, mental note listed, some points that i think should do to make the blogs i posted sound cool.

May be... by turning myself into a cool chick :P (thats a thought only)
May be by stop to be sad
May be stop to feel sympatathic to myself
May be by using cool language.. like 'ice' :P

The list didnt stop there, but my scoot stopped at the parking place.. so my list ended yesterday.

So.. the conclusion?
I will try to be as funny as i am in the real life.

Aida.. a funny girl? well.. yes, in a way.
I am 'the woman'.. like a few of my friends said i am.
I always have a 'smart ass' answer for their questions..

Example?
My blurred colleague, (we call him Mr D).. asked one day..
"How to write a letter to reject this application?"
and i smartly answered "use your keyboard"..

And if i can use that kind of language at the office, why not here?

Thats.. when i think i can do it.


But now.. i have to stop... i need to continue doing some work.. so funny...

Run.. to my special someone, who is no longer there

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all i've done.

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Anywhere from here

Light up, Light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak
I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
It makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbyes
I nearly do.

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak
I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess.

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear.

Bored to the Max

Monday...

Lazy Monday.
When i woke up this morning, i really wished that its still Sunday.
Lazing around home and lastly, dragged myself to work.

Like i assumed, i am not 'working' today.

Yawning every now and then. Counting time. But heck, im still here, even though its 1 and half hour past my working hours.

Jo Sie, my Lead Specialist asked me when i went to Ernie's place during lunch ' R u ready to Singapore yet?'.. I dunno what to say. Frankly, i am not. But i guess it will be a nice break fr KL. Lets just wait and see...

Idot called me today. The first one in one year and few months.
She sounded cheerfull. Said she wanna come and see me. And told me that she will be moving out to Switzerand. Attagirl! Im happy for her. Wish her all the best. Will be seeing her and her two kids tonight, InsyaAllah.

I wanna meet my old buddies. I wanna just sit down and laugh and talk non sense. How i wish i can turn back time. Theres a lot of things that i want to change.

Till next blog.. im so bored

signing off

The First One

Salams

Dont really know where to start.

This is my first blog. Done blogs before, using Friendster and all, but heck, was too busy to even go and update the blogs.

And i know ill be too busy to update this one too.. but i wanna do something for myself. Out of my work thing.. out of my little family thing. Just something for ME.

Its a saturday... 8th July 2006.
Exactly 4 days after the D-Day.

No.. i still couldnt accept the truth.
No.. i still didnt acknowledge the truth.
Sweeping things under the rugs. until when? until i find the courage to tell myself that 'its done'. i hope, one day soon, insyaAllah.

Come to the office. Left mak at home.
Need to do some readings on the manuals. Need to be ready for my trainings scheduled next week till middle of October. Hell of trainings. The best thing is that it will be in Singapore and Kl. and ill be a frequent flyer. And i hope this will tire me so much it will make me forget everything.

I miss Alisya. Wish she's here (ya rite).

Think i should try to read some of these manuals. Exactly 100 pages, ill have my presentation may be on Wednesday, i dunno.

Till next blog.

Signing off..

i.d.d.i.e.n.