Moving On

during the weekend i've came out with a decision not to dwell about it any longer. i asked God's help in making me a little bit cold hearted so i can be stronger. i ended up feeling better, accepting things as the way it is and move on. it's a done deal anyway, nothing can change it, not even my disappointment.

today is a brand new day. brand new opportunities, brand new challenge. i started the day with my normal routine, chit chatting included. how's your weekend? how's your kids? yada yada yada. and the words that came out of one friend's lips kinda made me feel much better. apparently it's no longer 2 but 3 person that shares the same unhappinnes i'm feeling. this is a big deal for me as it proofs what i'm feeling is normal. i listened to everything they said and silently agreed with every single words. but deep down i feel lighter, happier. i am not alone.

thank you guys, you've made my day....

LOVE her sandals

(pic. from insider.com and yahoo.com)

Counting Down

i'm counting the days 'til i get my 'freedom' back. nah, not that i'm chained or something, but let's just say i'm sticking to my commitment at the moment. the nice and sunny weather outside is so tempting but i guess i'll just have to settle with a peek of it from the window every now and then...

The Wanted Torture Chamber

hi nxxx,

was wondering if you are keen on chinese massage. i can recommend you one which i'm currently using....

that's a message from a friend of mine after reading my facebook status in which i wrote that the bruise from the paintball game was still swollen weeks after the game. since it came with a good recommendation, why not right? he then advised me to take 1.5hrs session so that they can concentrate more on the joint area. and that's what i did. i called the place and requested for the lady recommended by him to attend to me (she was very happy when i said she was highly recommended, saying thanks and assuring me that she's the best in return :)).

R E S U L T ?

two hours of torture AND that's only for my right knee and shin area. i was restless, partly from lying down for too long and mostly due to the pain. i tried very hard not to cry, concealing it with loads of movement just like a burnt worm (cacing kepanasan maksudnya). its been ages since i had this torturous yet worthy massage.

she told me how stiff my leg was and that if i don't take good care of it i'd end up with a swollen leg when i'm older (pssst, she thought i was 22 and had a shock when i told her my right age :D). mom's side of the family has history of leg problems, mom herself has it that i am quite concern with my own. at times my knees caused me pain that i have to use knee guard so i took her words seriously. still, i'll ignore her advise on not doing any high impact exercise for the time being.

she was good, so darn good. when i asked if my muscles were that tight, she said its not the muscles only. she actually spent most of the time concentrating on the ligaments which apparently was twisted here and there clogging the blood to flow smoothly.

my thought of having a whole body massage was gone when i saw the time. but it was a good one and i told her that i'd be back again for a whole body massage. she assured me that she is also good with neck issue, and i can't wait for her to fix mine.

in case anyone is keen, just go check their website and make an appointment with serene. good luck!

as for moi, i feel good after the massage. i can still feel the soreness from her fingers but at the same time my leg feel lighter, my right leg to be precise. and i can't wait to see all the bruises she assured i'd see tomorrow on my legs...

The Brick

an old story but nevertheless...

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar.
He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared . Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.
The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, 'What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?
That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?'
The young boy was apologetic. 'Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do,' He pleaded. 'I threw the brick because no one else would stop...' With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car.
'It's my brother, 'he said. 'He rolled off the curb and fell out of his
wheelchair and I can't lift him up.'
Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, 'Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me.'
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat.
He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts.
A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. 'Thank you and may God bless you,' the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy! push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door.
He kept the dent there to remind him of this message:
'Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!'

Thought of the day:
God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts.
Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us.
It's our choice to listen or not.
-an email that came just at the right time

Crash and Burn

i feel betrayed. i feel not appreciated. i feel all my hard effort has never even once been acknowledged. i feel totally utterly betrayed. and i'm not alone here, i share this feeling with another friend of mine. we knew what was coming our way but we never knew it would be THAT.

oh well, i guess this is yet another sign, a way of God saying 'girl, you've been thinking about it for so long. now do it. work towards achieving it. I gave you plenty of signs today and it's time for you to make up you mind. it's now or never. chop chop chop, faster'

and move on i will, God's willing ...

Conspiracy Theory

when you want something, the whole universe conspires to help you realize your desire -paulo coelho

i was surprised to receive the email yesterday. things that normally happened in august or sometimes even september happens earlier this year. though there is a perfect explanation behind all these, i decided to take it as a sign. it's like God has open the window and leave me to decide the rest - stand by the window frame to enjoy the view wondering what it'd be like being out there or climb out of the window and experience it firsthand ...

Book Review: Marley and Me

i LOVE this book. VERY MUCH. reading it made me laugh and cry and at times sighed. a story about unconditional love. about optimism even when you're frail. and most of all about the bond between animal and their human friend.

marley was indeed a mixture of nightmare and miracle. reading his story was like reading my own with my cats who are now in cat's heaven - andres in particular.

words of wisdom :- don't read it in a public transport. tears just rolled down my eyes that i ended up closing the book busy wiping all the tears away. even looking at his pictures can bring tears back to my eyes. definitely a book worth reading. i just can't wait for the movie to be released...

pic. courtesy of marleyandme.com

My Daddy My Hero

i don't know why but by the end of my prayer my mind just wandered off to dad. i couldn't help but started thinking about everything, how i always call home to talk to my nephew, mum, sister, niece but never once did i call just to catch up on him. if he picks up the call we normally started with the usual, me asking about his grandkids or about something that's going on there but after that the receiver would be transferred to someone else. other than that, i only call him when i'm in need - be it of help, opinion or advise. and what do i give in return? man, i couldn't even top up his prepaid card on time to retain his mobile number here.

how i wish i could make him happy. i know he's contented with everything he has, especially that 3 grandkids of him, but i know there's something else that could make him happier and that involves me. suddenly i miss him so much that i ended up just sitting there thinking of him. God knows what's in my heart so i didn't have to voice anything out but just sat and had a silent conversation with Him. i realised there and then that what i have set my mind on recently, is not only for me but for my parents as well. i know they don't want anything in return and they're happy for the person i am today, but i just want to give them more. and in this particular moment, i miss dad terribly. so i called home in hope of hearing his voice, and guess who picked up the phone.

you're one in a million and a million in a one. i will (always) be my daddy's girl ....

Really, What's Happening?

hearing shyamalan saying that this movie will make even the toughest man whimpers like a teenager, intrigued me. so i decided to give it a go earlier today. i went into the cinema asking myself 'if it's as scary as he said, how will i deal with being home alone later?'

as it turned out, it's not that scary. yes, you're surprised every now and then. c'est tout. no twist, no eerieness like what i experienced on my journey home after watching final destination. at the beginning i thought it has got to be something related to the wife after seeing how she was in her very first scene, but i thought wrong. now that i think about it, i'm not surprised if shyamalan got the story idea from lost the series.

i still feel 6th sense is still - and probably will always be - his best movie. just like the village, don't put too high expectation on this. one good point is that i just notice that mark has a nice nose. but seriously, a wind?

pic. from imdb.com

Perks of a Gym Membership

we brought our back during lunch time and stored it at the gym locker, only taking with us our wallet, staff pass, and mobile. lunch over, meeting was over, we continued working as usual waiting for the beloved alarm to ring. once it did, we waited for the instruction and started descending to the assembly area. stayed for awhile after reporting to the fire warden, which somehow wasn't the usual french guy, what a shame :\. once the firedrill exercise was over and everyone started going back to the lobby waiting for the lift up, we walked straight pass it and headed back to the gym. collected our back and off we go. and i managed to catch the 5.05pm show. brilliant :D

Personal Goals

i was very late today. why? well firstly, i woke up late. secondly, i spent more than 15mins trying to accesorise my tops so as not to look that 'casual'. i left the house with the unsuccessfull attempt.

half a year has gone by. with it so did the goal we talked about over a glass of whatever-they-drank-i-sticked-with-my-coke during new year.

few days ago a colleague asked what happened to all my accessories now that i never assecorise myself to work anymore. i realised that i've been dressing casually since 2007 mainly because of my weight. all my clothes are too tight and i refused to spend a lot on clothes, even so i'd stick to the colour that can disguise my size - black.

2 days ago i decided to skip combat (even when it's a new released that i haven't give a try) and had a facial instead as my skin was being unfriendly to me. the lady told me to drink more water 'cos my skin is dehydrated hence the popping. "water, cut down on chocolate (i was munching on m&ms while filling the form) and get more sleep" was her exact words. i know i have been bad with water, a glass during office hour is an achievement nowadays when not so long ago i can gulped 1.5L in 8hrs time. and don't get me to my sleeping pattern. almost everyday i slept at 1ish am. why? watching the whole season of satc again! that and trying hard to read more before bed.

just like my room, my life is a mess nowadays. and i think it has to stop. i'll ignore my to-do list for awhile and concentrate on few things i have to fix just to get my life back in track. so from now on, i promise to :-

• hit the gym regularly - ignoring the losing weight part first, concentrate on making it a habit again
• drink more water during office hour - this means getting myself up to fill the jug once i reach just like the old old days, instead of getting a glass of water when i can't hold my thirst any longer
• sleep early - one episode a day, c'est tout. off the machine once the clock strikes 12 max!

sounds easy peasy huh, but i know it needs loads of determination. lots of it!

I'm a Proud Daughter

here are few of my friends' facebook status for the past few weeks :-

• ma is going to bali for the weekend
• gl is having a weekend in jakarta
• sr thinks jakarta rocks!!
• st is thinking of rinjani
• mn is enjoying beautiful indonesia

a beautiful and magnificent country indeed...

What Say You?

a friend of mine has a good project in hand. that makes me ponder, can we have one for our own country?

Ocean Deep

you can find a pearl in the sea but in order to find one with the best quality, you need to dive further and spend more time searching for it, patiently...

They're Back

though he's now a father of 2, JK is still my fave. ahh, reminiscing my teenage years time...

Kitty Katty

i used to visit to this place whenever i feel like going, be it to help the volunteers clean the litter box, wash the food plate or just to sit and play with the cats. the first visit was triggered by a heart-melting story about one of the cat, who was hit by a car and had to have 'wheels' replacing both hind legs. the other visits were simply because the love i felt after each visit. i can still remember how each and every one of them trying to get your attention, i guess deep down they hope that they can be adorable enough to touch human's heart which resulted in them having a place to go home to. everytime i miss having cats around, i'll just go visit the cattery. and with every visit i was always tempted to bring one home. but i didn't, simply because i don't think it's fair for the lovely feline to be alone at home while the master will only be back at night. not to mention other issues that might look small, but will be huge in the long run.

that was years back ...

now, the situation changed. if you can't commit yourself on volunteering you're not allowed to visit. why? a lot of so-called 'volunteers' ended up dumping their own there. with 100ish cats and few dogs around, they couldn't afford to be that generous in accepting everything. of course some special cases are still accepted. the last time i called them, they made me promise not to disclose their location to anyone who has the intention of washing their hands of their responsibility. i still couldn't believe people who has bonded with their pets could give away something close to their heart. but the last blog entry proof it all ....

Short Story

back during secondary school time, i wrote a short story and sent it to one of the famous teenage magazine , gadis (or was is what's the other magazine name starting with the letter 'w'?). of course i received a letter from them saying that my story isn't good enough to be published in their magazine. i was disappointed and felt annoyed when my elder sis laughed upon reading it. i didn't know what's wrong with my story. well of course i know but i simply refused to admit the fact that the storyline was similar to all other stories that were "in" at that time. i won't elaborate by i remember the last sentence of the story - "kini gadis rocker itu telah tiada". LOL. gag. puke

i don't know why, but suddenly this memory comes back while i'm trying hard to sleep. friends who know me know how good i am in fantasizing. give me a topic and i'll end up creating a scenario straightaway. even up until today i can suddenly laugh or giggle if the "storyline" in my mind is funny. i am so used to people looking at me that i can't be bothered anymore.

now i wonder, what does this mean? should i start being creative and try to write something again? i'm good in bahasa, not sure how it'll be in english. should i give it a go just to amuse myself? hmmm, suddenly my brain is full or scenarios...

Kungfu Fighting

"there's no charge for awesomness .. and attractiveness". the moment i heard that i knew i'm going to enjoy the movie. and enjoy it i really did.

simple plot yet funny. loads of great words said naturally. being fat doesn't mean you can't be someone good. all you need is to believe in yourself. great for kids, fun for the adult. the acupunture scene is priceless.

pic. courtesy of imdb.com

"yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. that is why it is called the present" - oogway (mandarin for turtle)

Whats Left From Paintball

i find going to foot reflexiology is like going to a fortune teller. they can know if you love peanuts, you don't drink enough water, you have indigestion problem, or that you tend to eat fast. i haven't been to one since 2 weeks ago. the bruise from paintball was quite huge and painful that i decided to wait until it's gone before having one. 2 weeks gone by and the bruise is still there. i can see it swollen that i decided to get one today. as usual the same advise was given - drink more water, chew slower etc etc. but this time around i also got told off. that me not drinking enough caused the tightness of my muscles. and if this keeps on going i'd have cram problem as i aged. he pointed those greeny veins of mine saying this is because my lack of fluid, especially that i do a lot of walking.

i promised to drink more and come back in a week time to get this swollen fixed. my mum's side has legs problem's history. and i don't want to have it. i promise to drink more and chew slower. now all i need is to keep to that promise...

On Singlehood

a friend was in town and i met her for a catch up earlier. to be perfectly honest, i wasn't overly excited on meeting her because, well, we have a different lifestyle. eventually, i decided to just go with the flow and not caring about any of that.

we chatted a lot, mostly she sharing her current dilemma. i decided to be open minded in responding to her. as selfish as it may sounds, listening to all this kinda issues always makes me feel blessed that my parents had brought me up this way. eventually she started asking me the same old questions people's been asking or probably wondering - don't you feel the need/eager to have some sort of excitement in life (ie. relationship)? since we don't share the same belief, its kinda difficult explaining it from that point of view. so i used my normal answer :- yes i am single and no, i don't want to be single all my life. BUT that doesn't mean i have to whine about my life as a single girl. i am going to enjoy every second of it; doing things i want to do, achieving things i dream of - responsibly. and if one day i got hitched and am not allowed to do any of these anymore, i'm fine - been there done that!

she then asked but why not try? even when you know you'll end up hurt, at least you experience it. well, why bother starting things when you know it won't lead you anywhere. why waste your precious time? i might be a dreamer who can really live in a fantasy world. i might be a romantic fool who has silly romantic ideas. but there are times when i can be realistic too. she kinda nodded her head in agreement, LOL. we continued the conversation and somehow i'm beginning to understand why she is the way she is when she started talking about her family. honestly, i feel a little bit sorry for her and hopes the best for her.

surprisingly the night turns out great, a nice catching up with a live tribal music in the background. i can say this is the first time i have a deep conversation with her but it felt like we've been doing it for ages. unfortunately my avoiding coke is useless. i had a glass of lemon tea and a glass of camomile tea and i'm still wide awake now. oh wait, i had a glass of lemon tea during lunch time. no wonder!!!!

Spinning

we've finally graduated from b2 salsa last night. the intermediate class starts next week but we decided to take a month break, 'absorbing' all the moves we've learned before continuing. i personally am still confuse with all those cross body lead (cbl) steps. 4 cbls and we have to know based on how the partner lead us - hands down means this, hands up means that, and hands in between means another thing. my oh my. i hit the teacher's elbow once when i turned the wrong way, and i did turn the wrong way several times last night. imagine if i sign up for intermediate where we'll be learning the double spin and free style when up until today i still can't do the 1.5 turn once the music is on. still it was a good time spent with people who are as stress as i am everytime we got the turn to partner with the instructor. and my head is still spinning from all the turns we did last night.

Silence Is Gold

why can't people just shut their mouth if they don't have anything good to say?

why do people like to create unhappinness/sadness in others?

why must people share a long gone case just for the sake of hurting others?

though it doesn't affect me directly, it's still sad to know that someone you really care about is hurt with all those unneccasary things. don't you think its better to keep quiet than sharing stories that should've been in the museum just for the sake of your own entertainment?

i can't understand this kinda people. i just hope that one day they get to test their own medicine.

so my dear beloved person, i hope you can look over all those nasty stories you heard and continue living your life peacefully. don't think about it anymore!

Can I?

if you think you are too small to make a difference, try to sleep in one room with a mosquito

- Anita Roddick

can i do it? am i willing to take the risk? most importantly, do i dare to face the risk?

Some People Want It All, But ...

Nothing's Better Than :-

• spending time with friends you can connect with over dinner.
• strolling from one buffet spread to another with someone who has the same passion when it comes to food.
• chit chatting about almost anything from plain silly to work to super serious stuff while trying to digest all the food intake.
• joking around even with a friend you just met though you feel you've known them for ages from the stories you heard about them.
• moving from dining to the lounge, continuing the chit chat over a cup of tea
• hearing the male's point of view on SATC the movie, comparing it with the real life scenario/situation
• sharing views on life, family and what have you with people from different culture/race.
• having a more serious conversation someone you feel comfortable with.
• meeting a friend's friend's friend only to find out that he's actually an ex-colleague (yeah, tell me about it).
• ending the night with a smile after spending 5 hours with lovely people, leaving nothing but a heart warming feeling in you.
• reaching your destination with a relieve smile upon knowing that you have enough cash to cover the cab fare

for all that, i can only say thank you!

Ready for the Challenge

my mind wandered while i was running yesterday. it just hit me there and then that what i want, what i dream of is achievable when i put my heart and mind to it. a strong determination and a positive attitude is what i need. i want to start realising it now ....

Passion for Running

finally, it's done and over with. was so sleepy as i could only sleep at 3am, but the show must go on. so i forced myself up and walked to the starting point. i haven't been runing since i came back from kinabalu, so i have no expectation on this run.

wasn't a bad run though everytime i stopped for a drink i ended up walking a bit. all in all i believe i kinda did 13km or running and 2km of walking. could've been better i know, maybe next time.

can' wait for the release of the timing now...

On Life and Death

i was with a friend this afternoon when i realised i had 3 missed calls and 2 new messages, all from my aunts. thought it's about the 40 days prayer for a relative that i thought of skipping or probably come late, i called one of them back. i was so surprised to hear the news, my cousin passed away. i continued on having lunch with my friend and went home afterwards to change my clothes before heading to my cousin's. they're burying him after the asar prayer, hence the more reason for me to hurry down. he's my uncle's son from dad's side and mom's cousin, a very close cousin of mine indeed. i reached there just in time to see his body. relatives were spreading pacar around him and i squeezed my way through. i know i should be spreading some as well but i came late so i just stood there to have a last close look on him. he looks very peaceful. i saw his wife, his sisters, his mother and his four young sons around him. they looked strong. managed to dig out the story. apparently he died in his sleep and his wife only realised 4 hours after he's gone when she accidentally brushed his legs.

i could see tears in the eldest's eyes when a man hugged him advising him not to stop praying for his dad so that he'll be peaceful in his new world. i looked at the wife and kids when the man handling the corpse asked if they'd let him go sincerely before covering his face and body. i couldn't imagine how my aunt feel with her son leaving before her, i'm sure that is definitely every mothers nightmare.

life wealth marriage death is God's greatest secret. you never know when any of them will come knocking on your door, we just have to be prepared 24/7. i cant help but think of myself. imagine if death comes to me the same way and i miss my morning prayer that day...

When Your Body Is Like a 'Lepat'

no shirt. no shorts. nothing that i have fits me. nothing decent for the upcoming run that is. after my running shorts barely can pass my hips i know that i can't depend on that for the run. so i went down to the city, from shop to shop i searched for something that can fit me loosely. its not difficult to get the shorts, its the top that is a problem and i want to get both together. from using small size i'm now up to large or maybe even extra large. 2 hours of walking and back home with nothing. darn!

Food for The Soul

went to the muslim convert association earlier for some volunteering. nothing much actually, just helping them packing the magazine to be sent to the subscribers. its been awhile since i signed up as a volunteer and i never turn up; once when i said i would i texted again saying i couldn't just because i wasn't sure.

as to why i join, well, i just missed the activities we had back home during high school and uni time. yes i join my auntie to the sunday class but it's just different. i want some activities where i can interact with others as friends. i want a balance in my life, i have loads of social activities and i need one that touches my spiritual side. so when i called up this place asking if its okay for me who hasn't cover myself to sign up and got a green light, i did. it just took me quite some time to really walked in there; i'm so glad i did it today. everything was done casually, the imam - a convert himself - was there accompanying us, sharing interesting religious stories and even stories about himself. i feel very relax slotting the magazine in while listening to his stories with the background voices of people learning to read the Qur'an. there was one newly convert lady who asked loads of questions and he answered it without any hint of lecturing. i too learnt a lot of new things today.

before leaving, the imam told me to come anytime i want as they have loads of other activities there. i took the opportunity to ask about a teacher who can come for a private tutor. he said he'd get someone to do it free of charge. i was surprised and didn't know what to say. he handed me his name card, asking me to contact him. on the way home, it just hit me. he might think i'm a newly convert as well. hmmmm......

nevertheless, it was indeed a pleasurable night and i can't wait for the next round of volunteering. and i thank You God for opening my heart today.

The Witch Of Portobello

i really love this book! well, its unrealistic but i never put religion or reality in mind while reading any of his books; just grasp what's written in between the lines. and as always, it moves me. it makes me question myself. and as usual it motivates me. it's true though that being true to oneself is not an easy thing to do. it takes a lot of courage, hardwork, and at times sacrifice to get to that point. but when you do, you're feeding your own soul with happinnes, something that can't be bought with fame, fortune and great career. another one of his masterpiece that makes me ponder about my own life. i have to admit that few things i did for the past year were the result of his books, his words. and i'm not surprise this book will influence me in one way or the other. gosh, i really admire athena's courage.

its just so sad to read the 2nd last page of the book, knowing that i had to put an end to my reading. i had tears in my eyes the moment i closed the book.

Athena's great problem was that she was a woman of the twenty-second century living in the twenty-first, and making no secret of the fact, either. Did she pay a price? She certainly did. But she would have paid a still higher price if she had repressed her natural exuberance. She would have been bitter, frustrated, always concerned about 'what other people might think,' always saying, 'I'll just sort these things out, then I'll devote myself to my dream,' always complaining 'that the conditions are never quite right.'"

- Deidre O'Neill, known as Edda

The Law of The Garbage Truck

One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!'

This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck' He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.

Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so..... 'Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.' Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!

Midweek

today is wednesday, the 3rd day of the week and i'm still slacking big at work. well not really considering i've been busy bursting my axx yesterday to complete all the necessary things for closing on time after all datafeed from central was delayed for 5hrs. its just that monday discussion ended up with my boss saying "lets try to complete the web component and authentication by wednesday" which was postponed to thursday when i said i'd be busy with closing on tuesday. yeah, easy for a non techie person to say that when i'm still searching high and low on how to develop a shareable web interface component. and i've been spending half of my day today checking on my junior's style of development. now that everything must follow the 'code of connection' and 'code of compliance' everything must be standardized. imagine that we have to send our interface to the far east area office for approval before we can use it. not only that, we have to follow procedure and send all our code for auditing as well. the last part is okay i can understand; but its such a hassle to send interfaces of our internal application for approval. we're so used to having the freedom on local developement now we don't have that anymore. and we can only use black, gray, and yellow only if necessary for all our application. so boring!!!

here i go circling the block again. anyways, hopefully i have my own time tomorrow to do my own thing.

Yahooooooooooo ... NOT

i'm getting annoyed with the new signing in method of yahoo!. i was accessing yahoo!auction and was in the middle of submitting an auction, i was asked to enter my password. the problem is that the userid shown has no @yahoo.com that resulted on 'invalid user id and/or password' error. the only way was to opt for the sign in as different user. and this means you have to resubmit the auction and you'll then come back to the same problem.

another one is, try enter @Yahoo.com instead of @yahoo.com; a 'user id has not been taken' message will apear.

Duh!

Badge of Honour

in a form of a wound that is. thank God for jeans, else it would definitely be worst. the fact that our team won both battles, priceless..