My so-called weekend...

Said goodbye to Lil' Sis early Saturday morning. Her one and a half month holiday was up and it was time for her to gear up for another so-called tough semester in Perth. Just hope that this time around things will be easier for her with her ex so-called housemate out of her hair.

We took a slight detour on our way back from KLIA to have a taste of the so-called famous Nasi Lemak Cikgu in Kelana Jaya. However, I was tad disappointed to say that I've tasted yummier nasi lemak then that. I guess the owner was too hyped out about the so-called famous name and publicity to maintain the quality of nasi lemak he serves. That's usually the case of these so-called famous eating outlets nowadays. After all the media hu-ha, the food served becomes tasteless, served in a sloppy manner against a very high price. Sad...

After finally getting my car to the car wash for its so-called once-every-two-months wash, I managed to get myself into bed again for a long awaited blissful nap. And I tell you, it was heavenly. At last, a weekend in bed. No unbalanced cashflows, no problematic group consol accounts, just some cheques to go through, which can be done on Monday. Just what I needed to recharge my battery after the so-called 3 hectic weeks at work.

Spent my Saturday night glued to the idiot box, watching the AF concert. Yeah, I do watch AF.. No, not because of the so-called famous Mawi. Even though he has a very sexy head (I have the head-fetish *lol*), I was more interested to see Amylea performs. And her performance was indeed a superb one. Was glad when Aznil announced that she managed to secure a place in the so-called final concert. Go go Amylea...!!

After getting some shut eye at about 2.00 a.m. (went through the lecture notes for today's lecture), I was already up and about by 8.00 a.m. on a Sunday morning. Oh well, a girl can't have it all.. enough lazing around yesterday. Hence, by 10.00 a.m. I was already in class, all geared up (with enough stock of chocolates and mentos) for a so-called 6-hours lecture, which went OK. I spent half of the time in class noticing that the lecturer kept saying "so-called" in an average of once in every 2 to 3 sentences (25 times in 30 minutes - yeah I actually counted). It was actually driving me crazy (hence the occasional "so-called" phrases in this post)... I can't help but to notice the disturbing phrase every single time it pops out of her mouth. Just like another lecturer I had 2 semesters ago that just love to say "Do you follow?" (in a deep voice) at the end of every single sentence! It just drives me crazy, I tell you...

Caught the so-called Hungarian GP tonight and was all fired up to see a McLaren 1-2 finish this time around. At first it all looked like the so-called pit stop strategy was working out well for Abg Toya. And he was leading when the drive shaft failure happened. What a disappointing moment for Abg Toya to have to retire halfway through the race. The McLaren's so-called nightmare that had stolen Kimi's so-called dream of securing the race last week had continued to haunt them. I just hope that they'll try to resolve what ever problem they have during the next 3 weeks before the next race so that Kimi can charged up to the checkered flag few more times ahead of Alonso to secure the so-called Championship title for 2005. Can it be done? I sure do hope so.



So, that was how I spent my so-called weekend. How was yours?



Have a so-called good week ahead yeah...




binx: time to rest my so-called body after a long so-called day...

Familiar face...

"You look very familiar. Where have I met you before, ek?"

I've heard that statement countless times before. And today, another girl asked me that very same question.

Hmmm.. Maybe they've met my 7 twins kut.. There's a saying that in this world there'll be 7 people that looks exactly like you.. I've once discussed about it with Baine before and he even blogged about this topic months ago.

I guess all my 7 twins must be very popular for people to notice them and thought that they were me.

I've had the chance to ask some of the people that had claimed that they've seen my face before/I look very familiar/I look like someone they know personally. Facts that I've collected so far about my so-called twins...

... My sister's Japanese friend had once told me that there's one Japanese actress who looks just like me.

... My ex had once said that he saw me shopping at BSC. He was pissed because I didn't even acknowledge him when he passed by (we've broken up by that time). All this happened while the real Binx was half-awake in class, listening to a boring tax lecture.

... A guy once waved at me excitedly in the LRT and came over to chat. He was asking me lots of questions that I quickly scanned my brain to check if I actually know the guy. However, I realised that he thought I was his old uni mate that he hasn't seen for a couple of years.

Interesting kan?

There's another malay saying that says "pelanduk 2 serupa" when people say that there's another person that looks exactly like you. Why do they relate it to pelanduk (dear) pun I dunno. Maybe because all dears look the same kut kan?

On my drive home from my visit to a subsidiary in Nilai today, I was thinking about the statement that the girl made earlier this morning. Wouldn't it be cool if I could actually meet all these people that look like me. It would be great to sit down and chat over Rhumba and just trade stories. I wonder if people ever got them confused with the other 6 of us at the table. Plus, it would be very interesting to find out about the life of the famous superstar Binx and also the shopaholic Binx kan... *winks*

Nowadays my standard reply for the statement at the top tadi would be...

"Lorr.. you don't know ke? I laa yang act in the advert yg famous tuh..."

and just walk away...




binx: looking fwd to meet all my twin pelanduks...

Things I want to do before....

I caught myself saying that over and over again for the last two weeks. Yeah, the work load was bad.. I had a triple dosage of datelines that I had to meet. Plus, constant reminder from a dear friend, that there's life outside the office door, does not help to make the matter easier.

During the time that I was stuck in the office, my mind had wandered off, thinking of all the things that I could've done within all the time spent crunching the numbers. Hence, I've made a list of things that I want to do before I reach a certain age...

Since age is catching up with me real fast, I can no longer list the things that I want to do before I reach 25... I'm almost done with being 25. Maybe I should list out the things that I want to do before I reach 30 (Insyallah if panjang umur...)


Here goes (in random order)...

1) Quit my job!!
2) Start my own business
3) The ultimate vacation in the UK & perhaps visit Dublin Girl in Ireland
4) Get my ACMA title (wuhooo and get people to call me "Ms Accountant")
5) Travel the world (at least 1 trip every year, like Kak Nor)
6) Go white water rafting / bungee jumping
7) Try out more recipes
8) Laugh more and frown less
9) Try out the paintball war game (is it that painful?)
10) Have the time to take off work when ever I feel like it...
11) Be able to convince Berjaya Coffee to sell part of its stake in Starbucks to me!!! (Rhumba all night long...)


Will I be able to realise all the things on my list? Well, Antoine de Saint says that a goal without a plan is only a wish.. Do I have a plan charted out? Oh... but of course! *winks*

So, do you have a list too?



binx: kenapa? tak percaya ka?

Random thoughts...

...I have been working for 15 days straight now and my back is killing me. I really wonder how I can last this long, slaving myself every day from 8.30am to 8.30pm. I must not get used to this.. Bad bad bad...

...I miss Mrs. Wacko. She's no longer connected to the virtual world. There's no longer a morning greeting from her every morning. And even though I usually make a huge fuss about her yacking away all her wacko thoughts day in day out, I secretly enjoy her animated conversations. Mrs. W.. go get urself the 3G card and start YM'ing again soon yeah... My days in the office will never be the same without you...

...Salary dah masuk today.. Proceeds from the shares pun dah masuk jugak.. Bank balance suddenly jumped up to 5-digits.. Rasa kaya for a moment.. A moment aje.. Tomorrow have to deduct the capital Mama loaned me for the ESOS purchased, pay out the credit card debts (college fees), pay the car loan.. In the end, the balance will come down to the normal amount balik.. oh well, I might else well enjoy the feeling while it last.

...Shopping carnival is back! Perfect timing betul laa.. Really need to get myself a new work shoe. My Pierre Cardin shoe that I've bought 4 years ago is really eating my feet now.. And I need a new work bag (my Doremon bag is getting worn out from its everyday use), new work pants and shirts (am bored with the current collection plus I think I've outgrown most of my shirts - am I still growing?).

...I am a terrible person for breaking a friend's heart. I guess I was not matured enough to face the friend and tell him straight to his face how I truly feel. Perhaps I was afraid of the confrontation that might take place during the meeting. Maybe I just can't take any pressure right now, especially when my time is very limited due to work and study. Maybe I just don't want to reason out with him as to why I am sticking to my decision not matter what he says. I know I should at least say something to him, but I'm too tired to say anything for the time being.. As guilty as I feel right now, I just hope that he will understand and forgive me for my childish act...



binx: i need retail therapy quick!

Errkkk...

I went to work again today.. My 2nd time in 2 weeks working over the weekend. That means I have been working for 14 days straight.. Crazy eh..?

Anyway, that's besides the point.

After full 3 hours of concentrating on the group consol accounts, my tummy was complaining to be fed by lunch time. And as usual, my colleagues decided to call for pizza. That's the custom meal for us, who works over the weekend. We were too lazy to walk the distance to get a decent lunch. Hence, all we needed to do was just to dial 1-300-88-2525...

Since the guys were too lazy to make the order, yours truly were given the task to do so. Hence, I've called the restaurant for the first time using my handphone. The guy that took my order was extra friendly today. However, I just ignored his over-friendly tone because I was concentrating on the fact that it'll take them 45 minutes to deliver the order. It was 12.30 p.m. when I made the call and I need to be in class at 2 p.m.. Macam the sempat aje.. Hence, I've asked him to try and make it in less than the said time (mcm restaurant tuh bapak i yg punya aje.. hehehehe)

Well, tunggu punya tunggu... the runner finally came at 1.30 p.m.. I was almost out of the door when the guy arrived. So, makan laa lunch dengan rush'nya.. Nasib baik tak tercekik.

OK..... What I wanted to share with all of you is..

NEVER GIVE OUT YOUR HANDPHONE NUMBER WHEN YOU MAKE YOUR ORDERS!!

Because....

I received an sms tonight that reads...

Hi binx. Diz Ravi (pizza). U did sound sweet n would like 2 know u. If u dun like sori 2 disturb. Will b my last msg 2 u. Sms bck. tc :)

Errrkkkk..... Scary ain't it?

Is this how they try to pick-up girls nowadays?

Actually, this is not the first time I've received such a message.

The last time was however in the form of a phone call. It was from a guy in the credit card application department of a local bank. He called just to 'chat', so he said. Luckily I am not the type of girl that would layan such phone call from a stranger. I just politely asked how he got my number and what was his purpose of calling. When I got to know where he got my number from, I straight away asked him never to repeat such act and said that I will report it to his superior soon.

I bet I'm not the only one who've faced such situations... However, how do we put a stop to it?




binx: sorry.. wrong number...

Malu....

I'm embarassed with my own race...

I know I shouldn't be saying that and I know I might be getting lots of hate mails after this. However, this is what I truly feel right now.

I was queing to photocopy some documents at a small kiosk near my office building during lunch today. The aunty was very slow in operating the machine. It took her almost 5 minutes just to attend to a customer. I didn't mind actually, because I understand that that was not the daily job (her husband usually operates the machine while she handles the cash register).

Suddenly, a malay lady came in with a sour face and started to accuse the aunty of taking her photocopied documents. She said that the aunty had held back one of the document (a personal written letter).

Lady: Kenapa awak nak ambik surat saya...
Lady: Tak baik tau awak curi barang orang...
Lady: Saya bukannya india (referring to the aunty's race) pun kalau awak nak baca..
Lady: Macam laa awak faham apa yang saya tulis tuh...
Aunty: *silent*
Binx: *shakes head*
Lady: Kalau macam nieh macam mana awak nak maju..
Lady: Ntah2 ada terlekat dalam machine nieh kut
Lady: Isk.. tak baik laa awak curik document org..
Lady: pok pek pok pek.. tuh laa india nieh.. pok pek pok pek..
Lady: Kalau betul u curik my document, I tak halal this 10 sen..

.. and she walked off..


Astaghfirullah....

I was shocked to hear a very 'alim' lady accusing an innocent Indian aunty like that. Why would the aunty want to take her document in the first place? Bukannya lady tuh famous pun to the extend that the aunty can sell off the letter to the press for hot news. And to bring up the race issue and associate it with such act.. I really think it was disgraceful. MALU!!

The government, UMNO especially, was trying to raise the standards of Malays. However, I really think that their vision will be unfruitful. This is not because I don't have faith in the leaders of the country. It's just that I don't have faith in my own race...

Try observing the scenes around you. Who are the ones caught having sex in the bush in a public park? Who are the ones caught for organising "Lumba Haram" street race every weekends? Who are the ones caught raping their own daughters or even sodomising their own sons?

Maybe the scenes I've described was too much.. Ok let's take a look at other scenarios...

Who are the ones that gets easily accepted to the local universities without having to sit for STPM? Who are the ones that gets the privellege to be sponsored by the government agencies to pursue their tertiary education locally and abroad? Who are the ones that spend most of their time in university exploring all the excitement in life (rusa masuk kampung) and ended up graduating in the lowest ranking class (if they graduate at all) ?

I know these are the extreme cases. However, most of the answers point out to one race, kan? Nak cakap kutuk bangsa sendiri, tak laa jugak. I'm just stating the obvious. If you think you can't handle these facts, please stop reading now.

Yes, no doubt there are Malays that had made us proud. Those are the exceptional ones that had run away from the normal cliche that has been associated with Malays. Those people are the ones that we should set as our example.

Ok.. If I were to elaborate more on how I feel, I am afraid that I might not see the next daylight. Hence, I shall stop here now.. But before I conclude, I just want to say that I am proud that I am a Malay, it is just that I am ashamed to be associated with those kinds of Malays that I've mentioned above.

Here's a song that we used to sing in MRSM that really sparks the 'semangat kemelayuan' in me whenever I hear it. I remember seeing the lyrics printed and framed in our library at home when dad was around...

Warisan

Anak kecil main api
Terbakar hatinya yang sepi
Airmata darah bercampur keringat
Bumi dipijak milik orang

Nenek moyang kaya raya
Tergadai seluruh harta benda
Akibat sengketa sesama kita
Cita lenyap di arus zaman

Indahnya bumi kita ini
Warisan berkurun lamanya
Hasil mengalir ke tangan yang lain
Pribumi merintih sendiri

Masa depan sungguh kelam
Kan lenyap peristiwa semalam
Tertutup hati terkunci mati
Maruah peribadi dah hilang

Kini kita cuma tinggal kuasa
Yang akan menentukan bangsa
Bersatulah hati bersama berbakti
Pulih kembali harga diri

Kita sudah tiada masa
Majulah dengan gagah perkasa
Janganlah terlalai teruskan usaha
Melayu kan gagah di Nusantara

binx: panas.. panas...

My day.. the Calvin way...

7.00 a.m. - wakes up

7.30 a.m. - off to work

8.30 a.m. - at the office




10 a.m. - tense at work




10.30 a.m. answering the beast's never ending calls




11.15 a.m.




12.30 p.m. - lunch




2.05 p.m. - the gripe of being at the group level




2.20 p.m. - blank




3.18 p.m. arrggghhhh




3.30 p.m. want to kick some butts




4.12 p.m. when will it be 5 pm?



5.30 p.m. - ok swicth roles now




6.30 p.m. - off to class




7.00 p.m. - boring....




9.30 p.m. - finally going back home..




10 p.m. - more work @ home




1.30 a.m. - hugsssssssss





2 a.m. - zzzzz...







binx: what a tiring day... gnite all...