OppS! I aM TaGGed!

Tagged? Me? Surprise anyone wants to know me! Because what you see is what you get. If you don’t get it, then you are not seeing properly. But many times, people don’t get it. So here it goes, the secrets behind Shuba’s Mysterious life with Rusty:

Question 1: What time do you usually wake up?

Weekdays: Mom is my human alarm clock. Once she calls my name I am wide-awake. If she is late then I am late too.

Weekend: My four-legged pal, Rusty will knock my room door when he need to poop. First two knock is gentle, if I ignore, he will repeatedly knock till I open the door. At times, my moping freak pa will wake me up by making noises.

i can never understand why my dad have to do his chores on weekends..specially mopping??

Question 2: What the first thing I do:

Weekdays: Nowadays, i simply look at my alarm clock to see if I have time enough time to bathe!!!

Weekend: Brush my teeth and bring Rusty to poop.

Question 3: Breakfast:

Weekdays: No time for breakfast. I wake up at 6.10 and out of the house by 6.30.

Weekends: Hmm yummy home cooked food: from tosai, roti chanai, nasi lemak fried mee etc

Question 4: Do you go to work or school?

For now, I am working.....but planning to study...

Question 5: Do you like it?

Sigh! For the past 5 year I am posted at the same place doing the almost same job. I am surviving!

Question 6: If you stay homes what do you all day?

Its rather subjective as it depends on my mood. If my mood goes off, I stay home and do absolute nothing and feel no guilt at all. But if I am in good mood, I can do beyond my limits.

Question 7: When is lunch and what are you eating?

Weekdays: I prefer to sleep rather then eat, so no lunch. If I do eat, it’s just to avoid sleeping! Besides, I hate messy food in office.

I love to sleep at the office..morning..lunch time...

Weekends: Since I have heavy breakfast, lunch will drag till 2 or 3. My choices of food are limited, yet ma will always make something new and yummy like.

Question 8: what time do you get home from school/work?

Hmm lets see, if my boss don’t start the meeting at 4 or he is doest not say “I want it by today”, then I switch off my PC at 17.00, and punch card by 17.05 and at home by 17.50. Neat huh! However, if I really do have something urgent to finish, I am will be back by 18.30 to 19.00.

Question 9: What do you do?

I work for the Government! I am the Principal Assistant Secretary (in glamour we are known as Administrative and Diplomatic Officer or PTD) at Investment, MOF Inc and Privatization Division, Treasury, Putrajaya. In short, we take care of government companies as well as privatization projects.

Question 10: Diner and what?

Weekdays: Dinner is the only real meal that I eat and will keep on munching till its time to sleep. It normally yummy home cooked Indian food or sometimes Western or Chinese... if I have the mood.

Something like this..yesterday i had briyani..hmm yummylisious

Sometimes Chinesse...

Sometimes western..

Weekends: Depends, if I have good breakfast and lunch and teatime, no dinner. Sometimes, eat leftover of lunch. Mom usual cooks a lot.

Question 11: What do you do to unwind?

I use to enjoy .....

Trekking & Holiday..

Jogging at the park..

Going to Gym

Swimming ..

Reading

Crafting...

Sometimes hanging out Miss J or Miss HM..

But now days I don’t feel like doing anything except for blogging and updating face book.

Question 12: What is the best part of the day?

I am actually a happy person and believe so despite what others feel. So no time is bad for me except when people annoy me and spoil my mood.

Question 13: Who’s your favorite person (s) to interact with?

First god, second Rusty! But unfortunately neither of them is human and I have no one else to name.

Batu caves is the only place i get peace of mind...

You cant live with him or without him..

Question 14: When is bedtime?

When my chores with Rusty finishes. .

Sometimes it will drag till 1.30

Question 15: Who’s bedtime with?

Who else, Rusty of course! He will knock till I open the door, scratches my bed, lick my hand and face till he is tired and half way through the night he will go to Ma

Or at times when i dont wash my legs after bringing rusty out, "uhm-uhm" will join me...he he he

I hope you (Charis) are not going to make me your subject matter.....but anyway i had fun writting...

and now i shall tag:

raveendran-security

and ..

Ramnah-My Spices of Life

and..

agong-suet mun

and new addition:

Chong Mei Ling(ebby)-xiao-ahmei

Family Reunion- Mother’s Day Special

For many people, wedding, funerals and birthdays is the only way to reunite with family. But as for this small broken branch form a huge gigantic family tree, we can always find time to meet on yearly basis with no worries, no fuss.

For us, once our mind is made up, off we go visiting without any warning. Nevertheless, this time around, we want it to be special so we picked Mother's Day which was just around the corner. And to make it memorable, instead of the usual house gathering and cooking, we decided to go out for movies.

We stoped for lunch at GEMS before heading to Putra Heights for tea and cake cutting ceremony, which as usual dragged till dinner! By the time we left the house, it was late and we were so stuffed.

Me and my macho bro

Uncle & Aunt -bro's parents

Ma and sis ...don't they look so cute together

Sara and Vino

Even though our circle of four families is in incomplete, it yet managed to create memorable days of us. It was first time in years for ma, sis and me, first time with ma's sis and her family, first time with us as cousins and first time with 3 families to watch movie together.

Vino, sis, aunt, neetha, ma and me

2 Perang, 3 Hijau and 5 Merah

When asked, many would say the best time ever was their campus life. But for me, I loved my schooling days. Despite the pinafore, the rigid rules and not having boys around (not that I care as I was like one tom boy), it was the best time ever. I simply love my Methodist Girls School (MGS).

Standard 4 Kenanga -SRK MGS(2) Class of 1989

Jr. MGS (2) was a blast. From there, almost all headed to Sr. MGS along with our so call enemy then, the Jr. MGS (1) as well as both St Teresa (1) and (2); where we were all divided into 7 class. Hence, at the end of the day we all become friends regardless of our religion, race, background, school etc. Unlike in varsity where people are so prone to stick to their own race, school, state or faculty etc.

The first two years in my Perang (brown) class was awesome. Never a day went by without being scolded by the counseling teacher, the art teacher or the discipline teacher. But the best memory of all was the famous Miss Shirley, our dear KH teacher.

Just when we were all getting so close, the school decided to segregate us according to grades as we headed for form 3. Not being the bright one, I was put in one of the average class, 3 Hijau (green), where I had to split with some of my closest friend. Anyhow, it never fails for us to meet, as they were all just doors away. Although I was not the naughtiest student, I am always among them. My 3 Hijau class was the first class ever to be the topic of the school. My class captain has to beg the teachers to enter the class. We were extremely naughty, noisy and stubborn. But of course, it was just us the 15 backbenchers.

First they advised, then they ignored and finally punished us. The funniest was when the class captain resigned; all 15 of us were locked in men’s toilet for the whole period (we cared less and kept on talking in the tinny toilet) and the naughtiest girl form my class was appointed as our new class captain. Sigh! Imagine that.

Then, we were separated once again when we headed to form 4-5. This times it was according to streams and I once again reunited with most of my form 1-2 friends. This class was unforgettable. Almost half of the class was prefect, librarian or head of the sport team or clubs, the headmistress was our math teacher and above all the discipline teacher was our English teacher. Yet we were like devils. However, we only start showing our true color in form five when they all left. Imagine we had schedule to take leave, our physic teacher left the school partially because of us, the history teacher refuse to enter our class for months, we refuse to go for PE lesson and prone to hide in the cupboard. Who could beat that?

My 5 Merah class of 1996

Sadly, when I did my form six and was transferred to Methodist Boys School (as I wanted to take Mathematics for STPM), it was simply boring. Almost all came from Chinese School and preferred to talk in Chinese or stick to themselves. School didn’t seem to be fun anymore. I prayed for it to be different while in university, Sigh, it was all the same there. Anyhow, there is always different side of the moon. USM brought me back to reality, meet real people and understand life. What more a girl need to know then!

Anyhow, what I like most about MGS was that, everyone knows everyone regardless of age. I guess it’s the school spirit. Somehow, when we bumped into one another, we will somehow recognize, acknowledge and have a smile in return. With facebook now, anything is possible!

Pictures taken from: Suet Mun and Sumita Yashvant (Face Book)

Dr. Fish!

Last weekend was superb. After hearing about fish theraphy form all, Miss J and I finally decided to experience it for real. Though the fish therapy initially started in Turkey, it has now blossomed through out the world. There are couple of outlets opened in Malaysia, but when we discovered Kenko Reflexology and Fish Spa has a branch in Mid Valley, we quickly fixed a date to meet and experience the “it thing”.

For many, the thought of feeding our feet to the fishes sounds creepy. But the truth is, it not that bad at all. For about 30 minutes, we let the fishes nibble away all dead skin from our feet up to knee. The selection on the size of the fishes are upon us. It varies from 4 cm up till 13 cm. But of course, the bigger sizes are recommended for man only due to their rough, thick and hard skin.

The fishes there are all separated according to their sizes. There were about six ponds and the tiniest of all that we picked was facing the window. Sigh! Hence, our poor foot had audience while being nibbled away by the fishes.

It took a while for the fishes to get jiggy with our feet and it took a while for us to adjust to the nibbling. The bigger the fish was, the ticklish it was. Ours session lasted for about 30 minutes, which cost us about RM38 each. Off course for many, RM38 sound ridiculous as one could spend it on a good meal at Chilies. But the truth is, it was worth it. It may sound weird coming from a vegetarian who don't eat animal but getting nibbled by one, but the experience was good. I simply loved it. At the end of the session, I somehow felt my feet was clean. Maybe it’s the socking for 30 minutes, may be its RM38 or may be simply the enzyme form the Dr. Fish, the medicine man..ops fish!

Dreams..

Last night, even though I was exhausted, I could not sleep. It took me ages to doze off, yet was awaken by horrifying dream. I was scared and worried, but managed to doze off again. A while later, woke up anxiously, dreaming the same old thing.

I hate dreams. Indian believes that all dreams have meaning. Meaning that signify the opposite part of the story as well as a hint for one to act or react. As for myself, even though the dream signify good omen, my anxious mind fail to rationalized it then, or even now. I am worried. My mind is so messed up. I just wish I had a cue form god to say my decision was right!!!!!

The Voice of Rakyat

It was a bizarre weekend. Voting for the first time and I witnessed the power of the Rakyat demanding for change. DS Anwar Ibrahim said and I quote, “the people have spoken”. Rakyat have indeed spoken and now we see fall of mighty BN that have been holding strong since independence.

However, its not the first attempt by the Rakyat to show their dissatisfaction. First was the 1969 defeat, which leads to major racial riot. Followed by the 1999 election when DS Anwar was sacked. The new party called PKR failed to get Rakyat’s support as it was pro Annuar party rather then pro rakyat party. Along with that was the denial of voting right of young Malaysian .

Four years down the lane, in 2004 PKR failed to get Rakyat’s support again when BN changed its administrative from DR. M to Pak lah. In view for new change in the BN and the absence of DS Anwar, the Rakyat once again granted BN the 2/3 majorities effortlessly.

Today, we see the switch in Malaysian politics. With all the political, racial and economical turmoil, everyone expected BN to shake a little, but instead, it was destroyed by the tsnuami wave. There should be no country with 100% pro government. To ensure check and balance, we need the opposition. However, to decline 2/3 majority, was a drastic moves made by the Rakyat.

So how was BN defeated shamelessly?

The BN believes that their losses are due to the minority group and out of control of electronic media (Internet). There is no denial in that, but it’s sad that they only realized it post election. After the HINDRAF incident, many BN politicians have cried out loud that they, the UMNO don’t need Indian to win election. Today, BN loss shameless in Kedah, Perak, Penang and Selongor, places with the highest occupant of Indian/Chinese residents. Further more, MCA loss 25 out of 40 Parliament seats, MIC loss 6 of of 9 Parliament seats, Gerakan loss 11 out of 13 Parliament seats and PP lost all seat allocated by BN for the minority group. However, the dissatisfaction was not only with the minority, but also Malays, that opt to choose for PAS/PKR and even DAP. Dr. M said and I quote, “he has destroyed UMNO, destroyed BN”.

But why was BN lead government so ignorant with Rakyats pleas in first place. It’s all right for opposition to say, “the Rakyat has finally spoken”, but not for the BN. The Rakyat did not jump into bandwagon on the 8 Mac to decline 2/3 majority for BN. They approached, the pleaded, sent memorandum and even went to the street. However, instead of looking at Rakyat’s plea, the BN lead Government disregard declined and demanded the Rakyat to voice out through the ballot box.

The disappointed Rakyat indeed listened and today, we have 82 opposition seats in the parliament. Hence, the presence of minority indeed made the difference in the political turmoil. However, it was the power of Rakyat that denied 2/3 majority seats for BN. That is why there is no one logical reason for the defeat of BN. It is actually combination of several issues that leads to the fall of BN due to their negligence. Among them are:

i. the presence of DS Anwar for real;
ii. the perfect alternative party which is not religion/racial based
iii. the rights of minority Indians and the HINDRAF incident
iv. the survival of Chinese in bumi controlling economical ground;
v. high cost of living, petrol & toll hike etc
vi. the dissatisfaction of BN administrative
vii. the Khairy hatred syndrome’
viii. others

Nevertheless, there is only 3 logical presumption for the victory of the Barisan Alternative, which are:

i. the presence of DS Anwar for real and perfect Alternative Party against BN;
ii. the dissatisfaction of minority with BN lead government;

iii. the dissatisfaction of Malay with UMNO lead government;

iv. the perfect coalition technique by the opposition to have, one opposition, one BN competitors.

What ever it is the Rakyat has finally spoken and the ruling government need to acknowledge that. But in reality, the UMNO Malays are not satisfied. There is tension everywhere. The country is extremely quite and gloomy, as if we are mourning. To see people retaliate immediately is for real, but the quietness and cold shoulder given by certain group, its really creepy. It make one’s mind wondering what plan has they for the minority. Sigh! Only time will tell.

Match Made in Heaven

Finally the day came for me to witness my close friend tying the not. Beautiful place, with pleasant food, bride and groom in bright colorful garments with humble heartwarming family and friend was an unusual Punjabi wedding experience that I had.

I truly believe that very soul has its partner and all match are made in heaven. With her, I truly believe so. I sure glad that god has sent some like Mr. G to make her life so real, so lived and so cherished.

From the bottom of my heart, I wish you a wonderful married life.

Standing: Miss J, me (in green with messy hairdo as we need to cover our head in gudwara) and two of our USM mate (as well as Miss J's class mate)

I Thought, I Asked and I Wondered

I decided to get rid of my "baggies" and among the first thing on my list was to getting rid of old diaries. Sad but that's reality.

As I was flipping through the pages, I came across this particular poem that was written a along time ago, which made me wondering. It needed a closure..

I thought, I asked and I wondered

I found me…so I thought
Then I lost it, never thought would find it again..
But I did…so I thought!

Is it really me who I found…so I wondered
Is that what I want …so I asked
Is it going to stay forever…so I wondered, again

For what I’ve found, I have no regrets
And would hold on to it for a long time..
Will I, so I wonder?


Today, I found the perfect closure to the poem..…

But I’ve failed
I could not hold on to the real me,
I really thought I could
As what seems so right, was simply wrong,
What seems so good, was just ugly,
And what seems so real, was just an illusion.
So I thought, asked and wondered…
What game has god played?

Sand Art

This is superb. I never know, a single drawing can be transformed into different forms. Do enjoy this piece of art accompanied by superb saxophone music.

Sorrow

It was poring heavily here in putrajaya so i scribbled this....

Today as I gaze upon the pouring rain
It felt just like the wet tears from my eyes,
The dark gloomy clouds

felt just like my miserable feeling
The roaring thunder

felt just like my throbbing heart beat
And the cold wind on my face felt like my dead soul

The moment the rain stop pouring,

a bright shinny day emerged and
the tears from eyes fades away,

but the sorrow in my heart lingers

as the tears has failed to wash away my sorrow

**Shuba

It wasn't excellent but i was satisfied till i came across this and realised mine was nothing. Sigh!

In myself I feel a struggle

In my eyes, in my heart

In my body, here inside

Sadness in-between my ribs is set

Light from outside is not let

Words from my lips I cannot express

Everything becoming less and less

I hear people around me

But I don’t have a clue

I hear far-echoes from a distance

Help me god to force this through

This pain I want to let go

I only hear my heart throbbing

Rapidly beating

My only voice as I cry I hear

Tears like rain, hurrying down

As if cooling my ache from outside

My face tucked in, my hands folded tight

What is happening to me?

Am I alright?

I carry on – I deserve to cry

I deserve to let it out

This struggle, this pain

I deserve to express

Let me go on…

~ Bidwiya