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I heard lots of stories from my fellow colleagues here. I've been patient enough to not write anything about it here before.

Truthfully, being in PUAS and SYABAS is 2 different environment. Hell I don't care if both were good or challenging or demanding in a good way, I wouldn't have to say anything here even. I'm not saying changes are not good. I'm very open to new ideas but I've seen so many that really disappointing.

If you read anything about SYABAS officers being rude to the customers in the papers, you read it right. Those are all new staff hired by Puncak Niaga. Yap you read it right again. Puncak pays these people's salaries, not SYABAS, yet we are all known as SYABAS employess. And I just have to mention that the salary margin between former PUAS employees and new SYABAS intakes is too high. Almost RM1000 in difference for the same post and the same experience for juniors. Seniors?? Much much more. If I have to take this further, then issues like bonuses, yearly salary increase would raise up because it's all based on current salary figures. Umm... I won't talk about this in details, it's just demoralizing. I for one don't feel like we're valuable assets to the organisation. We contribute to the company as much as and sometimes much more than the new staff, yet former PUAS employees don't get invited to attend talks by Tan Sri, even when it's held to further establish rapport among SYABAS organisation.....

I've heard too many seniors shouting at his/her staff in front of his/her colleagues, some new staff being just plain disrespectful, giving orders without really understanding the operations & procedures. When things don't go their way they blame us. Yes PUAS was a failure but it wasn't because we didn't work our asses off but it was because of fund shortage. Now when Puncak comes in, they splurge and splurge and they got good publicity which I think is excellent (I'm in for the good of the company). We have able & experienced personnels (former PUAS employees) here and they don't know how to work with them harmoniously. I don't think they understand what manners mean, or the importance of being nice to fellow colleagues. Too many The Apprentice's influence I guess. The show is good but it should be digested with some wisdom lah. New staff here forgot to look on Islam's views on everyday working life - work could be a form of ibadah if you know how to tackle it. For most of these people, I respect their titles but not so much as a person. I wish this adjustment period will be over soon so we can get on with our lives and everything will be back to normal.

I could go on and on and on but that would be pointless. I'm glad that I'm in a department headed by a very able En. Mohd Suhaimi Rafie. Now he's a good leader and a good examples to his fellow staff on how to take things positively and motivate ourselves. As long as we get our work done and perform steadily, then we're happy.

Okay I'm going to enhance my copypasting skill. Heh! I love the lyrics (and the song) so it goes here.

Get To Me
by Train

Well an airplane's faster than a Cadillac
And a whole lot smoother than a camel's back
But I don't care how you get to me, just get to me

Parasail or first class mail
Get on the back of a Nightingale
Just get to me, I don't care just get to me

Prokeds, mopeds take a limousine instead
They ain't cheap but they're easy to find
Get on the highway point yourself my way
Take a roller coaster that comes in sideways
Just get to me - yeah

Go on hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly
There's no better way to fly to get to me
I look around at what I got
And without you, it ain't a lot
But I got everything with you, everything

Maybe you could pollinate over the Golden Gate
Take a left hand turn at the corner Of Haight
And then a sharp right at the first street light
And get yourself on a motor bike

And if you think you'll get stuck in a traffic jam
That's fine, send yourself through a telephone line
It doesn't matter how you get to me, just get to me

Go on hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly
There's no better way to fly to get to me
I look around at what I got
And without you, it ain't a lot
But I got everything with you, everything

Cause after every day
The wind blows the night time my way
And I imagine that you are
Above me like a star
And you keep on glowing
And you keep on showing me the way
Shine Shine Shine

Finepix E510

Finally I got one of those.

Yesterday I went to The Summit Hotel for Sun Developer Day 2005. It was ok, the food was MAAAARVELLOUS. Thank you sponsors you did feed us well. Mewah beb. Nearing the end of the day then an interesting demo was on the schedule. Alas we couldn't stay thinking of the possible annoying traffic heading back to KL. We got out at 4 and I dropped Husna and went back to Shah Alam. Alang-alang tu terlajak pulak ker Bukit Raja...

While I was there, I got myself a cute shirt and mom hers - I think I've picked the wrong size lah for her.. aiyak! I'll make it up next time lah.

Then I was thinking of doing some surveys while walking along QS City but the deal really caught my eyes. So there, that's how I got it. Beaaaaautiful thing. The perks which really excites me is that, apart from the preset shooting modes, I can set manually the focus and aperture and the shutter speed. Presets are really boring if you ask me. Where's the fun in that? Point and shoot doesn't do it all for me.

It was over my budget but what the heck. Not like I don't have backups.... Been doing research for a long time and couldn't hold it any longer.

Somehow someway I like Fuji cameras I'm not sure why. Maybe because it's Japan made?

A Pantai Story

A collegue was admitted to hospital yesterday. Look at the time of the previous entry and that was the time when I found out Hedayah needs a medical attention. Well we thought she needs to head over to a clinic, the doctor would prescribe the magical combination of medicine and then she'll be fine. It turned out she had to be admitted.

So I spent most of my time yesterday with her and Nisa, looking after the necessary. Poor girl she's not used to being admitted. Well I thought I've done everything I can. Hopefully she'll recover soon. The doctor still doesn't know what's wrong with her and they'll have to do some investigation. To think of it, being Hedayah it'll probably scare the hell out of her. Thankfully her fiance is here to stay the nights. Here's wishing she'll get better soon and back at work with us soonest.

Jacqueline Saburido

I checked my mail just now and O.H.M.Y.G.O.D. I couldn't believe my eyes. It's about a lady.

This is her in 1999.

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This is her again in 2002. What could have made her look like this?? A D.R.U.N.K.E.N D.R.I.V.E.R!

She was burned over 60% of her body. She has since lost her eyelid, nose, ears, hair and you can see she's lost her fingers too. For more stories, you know what to do. Google.

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Driving to work this morning is so unbelievably uncommonly fast. The road was clear. That would only happen on weekends and during school holidays. I don't understand the relationship between school holidays and traffic jams other than it creates wonders to the peak hour traffic. And because of that I love December!

Last night when I was driving home I listened to Will Smith's Just The Two Of Us and it has made me to download the song this morning. There's something about Will that strikes me, other than he reminds me of Otel.... Not to mention the song is great too. I think it's written from the heart. You can see how much he loves his kid. He's a great storyteller.

I like the fact that he's a family man for one. And the way he presents himself. He's one of those rappers and hip-hoppers but he wears pressed shirts and pants - or smartly dressed to put it in other words. He looks neat and clean to me.... =) He's cool. I love movies he stars in - he's funny. He has a good sense of style and charisma. Charming charming man.

Probably his wife dresses him up but I don't care. She's done a good job anyway.

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I've figured at certain age you'll be doing a lot of thinking of some sort. Of late, I for instance have been recollecting my memories since childhood. I keep on discovering new memory, the ones that have always been there but have been neglected of refused to upon retrieval.

I don't know what has triggered all this but it's been fun, especially the one I get from years ago. This of course helped by stories told by my mother.

Some bubbles from my late baby years (Seremban):

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Celebrating birthdays with Mueh - we each had a homemade cake and presents. We both got our own pool... eheh... the plastic one where you have to pump in air in order to use it. It was small and fits well in the kitchen. We took our bath there like crazy for how many days onward I don't recall now. We had pictures....

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Someone was taking pictures of my father on the couch with me on his lap. I couldn't sit still because of the nature of myself - I had been a shy girl, not really a camera star. I wasn't really sitting, I was standing in front of him trying to hold on to his shoulder. He was wearing baju melayu and kain pelekat. Me in my pj and my pigtail hair.

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I was awoken and father said to take care of my brothers, lock the door and don't let anyone into the house. I remembered I had 2 little heads in my own little lap, sitting just by the door. I was fighting to stay awake. I don't know how long it took them to get back but when they do I was scared when someone was knocking the door. My brothers were already asleep so I slowly crept. Not when I recognized my father's soothing voice did I open the door. After that I went back to sleep in my room. Mom told me not so long ago that she was then very sick. My parents had to go to the clinics nearby and there was no one to look after us at that hour.

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Mueh, Otel and I had a babysitter. When my parents went to work they left us off at her house. I remember we played a lot of games (except for Otel, he was asleep all the time in his cradle) with her children, particularly the ones involved jumping on the bed, hide and seek and making handprints along the wall.... hehe..... When it was time to prepare lunch, I would help cooking the rice. Just before mom & dad got home to pick us up, her husband would take the 2 of us on his bike and rode along the small road around the area. Wasn't much to see except a housing construction in progress.

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I remember I had a set of pillows in yellow. Mom made it. Mueh had his in blue. Otel? Probably green. But it was halfway done. So he had to share the pillows with us instead. I was pretty possessive with mine.

(6)
Before moving in that house, we lived in another house somewhere in Negeri Sembilan too. It was a terrace house with a narrow hall made up of dining area and the kitchen. I had a babysitter then who made delicious bubur cha cha.... or was it mom???

I have plenty more but they are all cluttered up inside my head. Until next time.

And again it's because I love the lyrics!!

Epik
by Rabbani

Seperti yang termaktub dalam surah Al-Qasas
Diramal falak teruntuh takhta
Raja Firaun bisa akan diguling golongan hamba
Bani Israel yang dizaliminya

Lalu dititah ajal menemui bayi yang lahir
Terselamat satu nyawa dihanyut ke hilir

Difirman 'Kun Fayakun' ditemui Permaisuri Raja
Diasuh dan dinamakan Musa
Mesir bakal menjulang pewaris gagah dan berani
Takdir menanti tak disedari

Tergerak hatinya membela hamba tak berdosa
Dah dirasanya tiada berdarah istana

Dalam usaha tersurat kisah
Terampas nyawa kaum pemerintah
Dan diarahkan Musa dikorbankan
Namun sempat diri dilarikan
Berpayung awan ke kota Madyan

Disana bertembung anak gadis seorang pengembala
Shafura digelarkan isteri
Sepuluh tahun hidup diperantauan bagai diusir
Terlintas hajat pulang ke Mesir

Tiba di Thur Sina nyalaan api mengundangnya
Ke lembah suci Thuwa diturun wahyunya

Berbekal dua mukjizat baginda diperintahkan
Berdakwah di tanah lahirnya
Berteman saudaranya Harun yang lebih petah lidah
Menghadap Raja berbalas hujah

Sukar diterima namun doa dikurniakan
Malapetaka melanda mereka yang kehanyutan

Merentas laut menempuh gurun
Seluruh umat setia dihimpun
Timbulnya hasrat untuk bermunajat
Diwaris azimat dalam taurat

Sekembalinya umatnya tersesat
Yang murtad digesakan bertaubat
Untuk meneruskan perjalanan
Ke tanah suci yang dijanjikan
Begitulah kisah dalam Al-Quran