tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87096583485445380422011-04-22T05:58:21.322+08:00writing for a new beginning...Raz Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00320590467370228844noreply@blogger.comBlogger671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709658348544538042.post-26761600253069606172009-02-21T09:58:00.002+08:002009-02-21T10:04:00.974+08:00

It's been so long...too long since I last made an entry. Maybe I need something new to motivate my writing mode. A new page outlook, a new genre, a new toy or maybe a new car! And a new ball game altogether. (Dah start aku merepek!) Pokoknya, gue uda malas!Tengok lah camne...

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Tada.....I'm back! Just for a tiny bit. Life's been tough lately thus the only reason why I have been missing from the blogsphere for a while. [Yeah! Like anyone has missed me at all...duh!] Again tonight forth, I will be doing my infamous disappearing act. This time going DownUnder for a month-long stint before a two-month sabbatical break. Then I'll be so broke I'd probably stay at home and

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Dewi seorang budak kampung, tapi bekerja di Kuala Lumpur .Biasalah bila sudah duduk "town", mula lupa asal usul. Pakaian seksi maut, bercinta pula dgn lelaki mat saleh. Ke hulu ke hilir menayang boyfriendnya yg bermata biru.Punyalah eksyen si Dewi, hinggalah suatu hari dia ternampak lelaki Inggeris tadi dgn wanita lain yg lebih cantik dan bergaya daripadanya. Dewi menangis tiga hari tiga malam.

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Sebenornye aku tak ada amende pun nak cite. Kepala hotak aku punye alignment dah lari. Dah 2 minggu aku duduk depan kompiter ni dengan lamunan yang tak terhenti. Satu sen pun tak guna. Yang ditunggu belum tiba. Yang dinanti tak timbul timbul. Ade idea nak buat cite tersangkut pulak ditengah jalan. Akhirnya, aku buat retail therapy untuk melegakan sakit kepala yang berdenyut2 ni...gi shopping kat

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I would like to take this opportunity to wish all my Muslim readers and fellow friends, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri Minal Aidil Walfa'izin.

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Tajuk post yang jiwa kacau!I've completed yet another story but this time it will have to be translated into the Malay language (for a local TV station). Now, how can I possibly do this without straining my nerves? I write most in English. Although, I did occasionally, exaggerated in Malay, it was not, or never an exemplary way of writing the language. See, I did not learn the Malay language in

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An unauthorized instruction given to an unsuspecting victim to another over a petty matter would result in broken ties if not acted upon tactfully. As a trained, I-don’t-take-things-at-face-value-person, I questioned the authority as soon as the news burned my ears and as expected…Hell broke loose! Blah...Blah...Blah… So to make the long story short, the drama that I had to go through this Friday

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Here's something I received in an email today:Pada suatu pagi, bertanya si isteri pada si suami.Isteri : Abang tengok jiran kita yg baru pindah tu?Suami : Kenapa?Isteri : Tiap pagi sebelum pergi kerja, suami dia akan cium isterinya.Bila pulang kerja, dia akan berikan

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...although it will put a hold on some of the plans I have for today, like test driving a new car! LOL! And, it was just yesterday that I was complaining about money, not having enough of it for my travel plans for next year! That’s just me. I’m just itching to try it, compare, dream, work on it and WHAM! It’s just a motivation factor for me to work harder.Before getting down on any serious work,

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I'm back! After almost 3 weeks of absence. After scanning through my stats, I noticed something very peculiar. My readership has actually gone up with my not posting regularly. This is absolutely brilliant! It will only motivate me to be the laziest blogger on the blogsphere. Oh well, I don’t normally journalize my life away in this blog anyways. I go for substance. Yeah, substance indeed! Heh!

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It has been two weeks. Two horrendous weeks. I am amazed at how my heart survived the pain. Visitation to the specialists did not show signs of any impending cardiac arrest but the palpitation is getting stronger every day. What could possibly be the cause then, I wonder? Could it be the one pack per day of nicotine inhalation? Maybe, but still, I doubt it.The much needed sleep too did not happen

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When alone I sit and ponderThe loss that had fallen on meMy heart gripped with the greatest desireTo breathe my last.I mourn the daysCry the nightsI long my heart be filled with gleeAlas!Depart I wantTo ponder no moreForever I wishTo sleep…

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“Let it go! You are made of much better material and deserved a better man.”“Why wait and hope for the impossible? You will stumble and cry again. There’s no end to this.”“Get real! He chose her! And you? He kicked you away like thrash!”The list goes on…It is easy for someone to say such comforting words to a friend, is it not? I wonder what they would say to themselves if they were the ones

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Just last night, I picked up a guitar which had been left untouched for a few years now. As my fingers strummed the strings, my mind raced to find that perfect song to express how I feel for you. And, as if orchestrated, an image of you flashed through my mind. The picture was sharp with you sitting comfortably on that white couch, swirling the glass of red wine, smiling as you spoke gently to me

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The evening breeze blew on my bare face. The lighted clove cigarette trapped in between my fingers emitting halos of smoke. Once in a while, I flicked the butt. Time and again, I inhaled and puffed. From four sticks I advanced to a pack a day. Each inhale of the sweet smoke, I reminisced the good times we had. Your every word kept playing in my mind. The scene when you held, caressed and kissed

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(Picture Credit)Bertapak jauh ku melangkahMasih berat hati untuk meninggalkan muAku tak mahu kehilanganTiada niat untuk berpisahDan ku tahu kau pun begitu.Walaupun ku tahu kau sudah berpunyaTak mungkin rasa ku melepaskan kasih antara kitaBetulkah ada lagi cinta diantara dia dan dirimu?Hidup ini hanya sebuah ceritaBukankah akhirnya kita harus bahagia?Aku mencintaimuKau keliru menilai, cinta kuAku

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(Picture Credit)Moving on is easy but what you leave behind is heartbreaking. Saying goodbye is never easy. Sadly, all beginning sees an end. Someday, somehow this will be inevitable. Eventually, we will all come to this.I never wanted to leave. I do not think I would ever want to. The choice I made, thus, was nothing but full of reluctance. The head said I did the right thing but the heart is

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It was a cool and breezy night but Jean tossed and turned a zillionth time under the pale blue quilted covers. The rain drizzled softly echoing the rhythmic sounds of her heart beat. All she wanted to do then was to cry it all out. The wave of shock from reading Harry’s email that morning was still tormenting her. Her spirits dampened. If only, she had not been that strong headed, she would have

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“I want to walk in the open wind;I want to talk like lovers do.Want to dive into your ocean.Is it raining with you?”Those were the lines of Eurythmics’ Here Comes the Rain Again. I sang it gleefully when it flashed through my mind during a brief but heavy downpour earlier today. Why it did I was not so sure. Perhaps, like the first few lines of the song, “…falling on my head like a memory.

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I’m stuck. Yes, I am. But I don’t see it as a problem. I’m willing and don’t want to move.But others see it as a problem. Why? Because they love and care for me? They want me to move. Should I do something against my will just to please others? Even how great the love they have for me?I’m comfortable where I am. I’m still the same person who made the sane decisions all this while. I give credit

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Bee Gees’ No. 1 Hits, I Started A Joke, was the song of the night. Last night, I witnessed the celebration of half the century. Mezza Notte, along the Asian Heritage Row held 100 odd numbers of close friends, relatives and people that matters who came together to celebrate the 50th birthday of a dear friend of mine. And a special rendition of this beautiful ballad was superbly performed by the

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(Image by City Karting Enterprise) Another outing that is being planned by a few of the BMWCM’s members is Go-Karting. It is likely going to happen on the third week of this month.With a burning desire to let off steam and the need for speed had sent me off quicker than lightning to enlist myself for this outing.City Karting, which also runs its own kart track in Shah Alam Stadium, will be the

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The pictures (courtesy of BMW Club Malaysia) were taken during the Mini BimmerFest organised by the BMW Club Malaysia (BMWCM) which was held on 14 June 2008 at the Borneo Rainforest, Sunway Pyramid.Isn’t she a beauty? The car I mean, of course! My pride and joy. My black beauty. My weekend warrior.The feisty community of the Z series members of the BMWCM is initiating a spirited topless drive,

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Phew! Thank God, it’s the weekends! Not that there is anything exciting in store for me this weekend but at least I am able to put my feet up and watch the box (then again, not that there is much to watch on TV these days but there are always pirated movies on DVDs for grabs just a stone’s throw away).The last week has been nothing but frantic. Of work, social meetings, obliging people of whom, I

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(Image used for illustrative purposes only and as usual taken without permission. This time from here.)There will come a time when one has to make a critical decision. I used to be firm in all decision making. Never once did I regret the choices I had ever made, whether professionally or personally. Some of them were of course, done with the help of opinions given generously by close friends, in

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The timbered flooring of the hotel suite felt cold on my feet. The white orchids that were welcomingly arranged by the side of the king-sized bed needed more foliage, I thought. I left the luggage and my MacBook on the crisp white bed linens. Behind the heavy grey curtains, the picturesque view of the Andaman Sea was coming on to me, like that of a sinking ship. Why that depressing image crossed

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I am posting this as a thank you note to my Knight for his convincingly sweet remarks which had helped me make the choice. The gang thought the red shoes looked good on me! Thanks, Sayang![Writer just got back from an all-day event and is totally knackered but still feeling romantic....]

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“I miss you…still!” was the last that Deanna said. Five minutes went by. Fifteen. The line had long gone dead. But still she waited. In her white with black pin-striped blouse that was perfectly tailored to her fit and ash grey Burberry skirt which fell slightly below her knees, Deanna stood by the 5 feet high glass window gazing down at the cars neatly parked in the office compound.That was not

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Let us take a break from poetry and monologues of the heart for today. [Baca: Kerinduan yang teramatzzz telah pun diubati. Buat sementara ni okay la...beggars cannot be choosers mar...Huhuhu]My entry today is about another problem I am facing. Hidup ini tak habis dengan masalah. Kalau tak pasal cinta, pasal duit. Tapi masalah aku kali ini tak ada kena mengena dengan cinta maupun duit. Apa kes?Kes

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Have you ever experienced the pain? The everlasting pain? When you love someone so dearly and yet you can’t be with him, touch him? Even for a while? You wonder every day how he is? If he is eating well? If he knows that you are missing him? Still!Every ticking of the clock synchronized with the heart beat. The eyes stray the space in between, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. When will you call?

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(Image used for illustrative purposes only. Taken without permission (again) from here.)If only I knew you feel the way you do,I would have pursued you from last July moon.Things might have been different,And not torn between two.Too slow to recognize the attraction that have sparkedEleven months ago,On that cool, rainy night.Tall and suave in the navy blue shirt.Cool demeanor so mesmerizing.My

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(Image used for illustrative purposes only. Taken without permission from here.)Sometimes I feel as if my heart will beat its way out of its cage. At the rate of how the heart works now, I fear the worst, that it will lose the energy to continue beating. Too fast too furious! Of course, I’m worried. Though, I doubt it has anything to do with any medical complications. For, I don’t feel any pain.

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Don’t leave!Don’t say the things I don’t want to hear.Retreat you don’t,Or I’ll wither.For my heart has been takenAnd that’s where my life is.Love, stay I plead, don’t leave!You fill my lonely nights,And leave sunshine in my days.What will I do when you are gone?Living a life so much less?Be with me,Was all that I asked.Love me you professed.And I do you too.The odds are great and our future

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A conversation between a pair of lovey dovey which took place during dinner at an upbeat eatery in downtown Kuala Lumpur. SheSayang, what do you think of the breast reduction surgery?HeHuh? Don’t ever think about it, baby!SheWhy not? You said you are not a “boobs” man, anyway! So?HeI’m not…but I’m not complaining too!SheAha!HeYeah! No more thinking about it okay?Moral of the story: Never take

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It has been a while. A week to be exact. My breathing has return to its full rhythmic consistency. My throat has cleared. The flu has finally moved over.Nothing much has taken place during the last seven days. I was totally zonked with antihistamines, Breacol, Ubat Batuk Cap Ibu Dan Anak dan kawasan-kawasan lain yang sewaktu dengannya! Writing became a chore and reading in bed lasted only for the

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Suddenly I woke up. The time on the black Ikea bedside clock read 3:25am. I fussed and kicked the quilt exposing my thighs to the cool air-conditioned air. I breathed out heavily knowing that I was doomed to stay up till the sun comes up. The decongestant drug which was supposed to knock me out did not perform the magic. My nose was still blocked and throat, stretched. The paperback cover of

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Sunday, 20 April 2008 was the day I made my maiden appearance driving on the tracks. The High Performance Challenge (HPC) which took place in the Sepang F1 Circuit, South Track gave me that exhilarating experience of a lifetime. A full commentary for the event had been posted in the BMWCM’s forum. For those of you, who are interested about cars and tracks, please follow this link. And for those

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I have locked myself in the study. All alone. Shunned from the real world.It has been almost 3 hours now staring at a blank Word document. Nothing else has been typed and saved except for “Saying Goodbye”, in bold and centralized.Saying Goodbye is the title of my next short-story. I have decided that it will be a drama. A drama of a love so strong that it brings the dead back from the grave to be

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(Taken without permission from here. Used for illustrative purposes only.)Have you ever had so much doubt in a person that you scrutinize his every move? Have you ever wondered if you are being taken for a ride?In the past, people tend to relate liars to those with demonic possessions. However, recent clinical research showed that the psychological construction that describes this immoral

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The air is still misty from the afternoon rain. The room stale of incense. From the bedroom windows, I watch the cars as they make their way back to the real world. The sky is covered with a massive darkness. Another thunderstorm is threatening.We first moved into the house 5 years ago. Delia loved the neighbourhood. Although, it was slightly a rip off as I realized it later, there were no

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“Jangan dia dah kena makan Nasi Kangkang tak?” Toby asked in between giggles.Toby and I were having the usual lunch hour gossip yesterday and we were speculating on an old friend, Alif, who used to have an upper-hand in any relationship, be it romance or otherwise. He was poised and cultured and with his own set of mind to think and react to every situation. He was affluent, respected and

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SCENE 1. INT. STUDY - DAY 1 [19:45]THE BLUE NOKIA MOBILE PHONE ON THE DESK VIBRATES. A LADY AT THE DESK, WHO IS TYPING, LOOKS AT IT AND HESITATES. SHE PEERS TO SEE WHO THE CALLER IS. THE PHONE VIBRATES ITS SECOND BEAT. SHE ANSWERS. RAZ:Hey, Kuza! KUZA:Raz, ada berita tak baik aku nak bagi tau kau! RAZ, THE LADY AT THE DESK, STOPS FIDDLING WITH HER KEYBOARD. SHE SLUMPS BACK IN HER SEAT AND

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Now that the Club’s drama is over, I’m spending less time in the forum. Not only there are less intelligent topics to be discussed, but sadly, the beloved forum has turned into a showcase of wealth and power.Life, I guess for some, is all about show! How much they pay for the rims, bodykits, custom-made wide body and the $$$$$ bla bla bla and how highly-educated and powerful one is in the

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Three weeks had passed since the interview. The long wait has finally come to an end. Nope. I didn’t get the job. So, no Bahrain!But this has not dampened the spirits. I’ll carry on my tasks here, in this place I’ve called home. Doing what I do best. Until such time another opportunity comes knocking on my door. Or maybe, being me, I’ll probably go out and look for other opportunities.In the

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Strange things happen when you least expect it. While most would brag about, okay let’s do this in gentler-mode, be proud of their achievements academically and/or professionally, there are also those who are proud to loudly annouce to the World Wide Web that they are nothing but idiots!On the recent happenings in one of my non-profitable activities, I came across individuals who would actually

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I love the rain! It is the best time to enjoy a bowl of sup kambing and a glass of the sweet, milky teh tarik, of course, along with good company. Ah! What a great setting to tattle-tale!Ed and I were at a restaurant, enjoying the best sup kambing (in Klang Valley and some say Malaysia), at Jln Doraisamy earlier today. [Read: If you like the mamak style mutton soup, with rempah and such, you’ll

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I'm contemplating with the idea of moving to wordpress.com or staying put. But whatever it is, this new look I have is only temporary. I just need a change. This place needs a face-lift.I have already created a blog in wordpress.com and was fiddling with it the whole morning. By lunch time, I realised that it offers too many commands for me to handle. [Read: Memang aku buta IT!] And the thought

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Public Holiday is good. Who doesn’t like them? Especially when smacked in the middle of a long week. Not that it made much difference to me as it has never been included in my leave entitlement. [Read: I’m a full-time legal counsel cum school bus driver cum writer wannabe cum mother of 2 beautiful children and part-time cook cum cupcake baker. Phew!] Nevertheless, it’s always good to know that I

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I had a terrible headache after reading a reply posted to a thread in an auto club forum today. As always, I gave any post that is of interest a quick-glance-over to pick out the essence of the message. This particular one was quite lengthy for a forum post. After reading it through once, I was shocked to my wits. I couldn’t understand a tiny bit of what the forummer was trying to say. It was so

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As we approach yet another public holiday, Kuala Lumpur revives its party engines. Great food and drinks and party-goers will inter-mingle till the light of dawn on Thursday.I was invited to party this Wednesday night by a group of wonderful merry makers. Instead of letting the body out of its usual nine-to-five cage and join my party buddies for a great night out, I had chose to be cooped up in

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This picture is stolen from here.“Do you believe in ghosts?” Ed, my associate asked when we were traveling together to Kajang last Thursday.“Huh?” I was caught rather off-guard with the question, although it has always been a subject of interest to me.“How does one become a Pontianak when they die?” he continued.“Why are you suddenly so interested in Pontianak?” I asked. “Man, are you on crack?”

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As an aspiring novelist, I’ve always been advised to write everyday. But I had never probed deeper into that until last night. Do I have to write everyday or every day? Does it have to be writings pertaining to the novel that I am working on with no exceptions or is it writing anything in general (articles, journaling, blogging etc)? Does my blabber posting in a car forum count?Terry Pratchett,

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While doing some research on my current project, I came across a spell for unrequited love or used simply to cast on an unsuspecting victim. The intention of the spell is for the target to kiss the spell-caster [ade ke perkataan spell-caster ah?] the next time they meet.The ritual involves a red candle, a paper, a matchstick, a lipstick (obviously, a spell for the fairer sex), a piece of scented

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"The air was still misty from the overnight rain. Ainon quickened her pace up the concrete slope. The pavement that stretched alongside the single carriageway was wet from the rain. An old building which was occupied by the Pathology Department in its early years perched on top of the hill, staring at every passersby with its mournful façade. Ainon glanced briefly as she passed the vacant 2-

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Again, for the umpteenth time, I've slacked in my postings. Blame it all on Facebook! Or rather on the Texas Hold'em Poker application that Facebook offers. Guilty! Work had also played a major part in my disappearance. So not all is bad, huh?There were times when I had ideas fleeting through my mind for my next story but as much as I always had a notepad and pen in my handbag to scribble them

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What a night! I’m sitting at my desk staring at the white screen of my laptop. It has been like this for the past 40 minutes or so. Another frustrating night! Another harassment of the writer’s block! I could have well be partying in some pubs or hanging out with acquaintances in Hartamas than sitting here and not being productive at all. On second thoughts, I think I would rather be unproductive

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As per my previous post, I've promised to include pictures of my first attempt to decorate a wedding cake, well, somewhat. It was actually for a bridal shower but the bride-to-be had decided to save it for a "hantaran".Good news is that I just received an order to do yet another....hehehe...kelakar gilerrz!N'ways, here it is. Will definitely start another blog on my cake decorating soon. When I

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Errr....how should I start this? A couple of months ago, I promised to post a few short stories that I had put together. Well, truth is, I've been procrastinating. A lot! [Mati la aku...]I wouldn't, however, blame it all on my shortcomings. There was work. Plenty of it lately. Business plans, analyzing cash flows and financial assumptions, blah blah blah... And, out of the ordinary, baking. Yeps!

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All done with the festivities, I'm now back in full throttle!During my 2-month holiday stint, I managed to put together bits and pieces for a couple of short stories. All of which I will, by the life of me, post them here in the next few days.Remember, all good things takes time...so hang on...

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I know what some of you are thinking? But no, I am not going to write about how the holy month of Ramadan will “Sampoernakan Citarasa Ku” because “Sampoerna, Pria Punya Selera”! [huhuhu]Okay, enough monkeying! Let’s get down to business….Alhamdullilah! We are now into the seventh day of Ramadan. There are a couple of things that I have to get accustomed to before moving in to the 2nd week of the

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I hated Mandarin classes. Coming from English speaking home definitely did not help in comprehending and speaking the foreign language any easier. Why did Mother ever thought that it would benefit me in the future, I had absolutely no idea.In that lost year of 1983, I was to sit for the Primary School Leaving Examination. A total aggregate of not less than 250 scores was required to comfortably

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Let me take you down the path I once passed. The path where I had walked and played as a young girl until the time I blossomed to a full-grown woman. I was born 31 years ago in the city of Kuala Lumpur. Being the only child, my parents had given me undivided love and attention through out my living under their roof. Father, whom I lovingly called Abah, was a certified public accountant in an

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