tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79485247633214013692024-03-13T22:58:48.511+08:00scrolllockthe world of my thoughtsNaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-39865638330812348222016-10-17T23:38:00.000+08:002016-10-17T23:38:11.683+08:00Mental Health Awareness month.<div style="text-align: justify;">
Hi intelligent readers of my blog! (If you are reading this, congratulations. It's not everyday people call you intelligent, right? *wink* )</div>
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It's been more than 2 years since I last updated this lovely field of thoughts. It has been a great and wonderful break.. from blogging. I really do miss chattering away here... But you know what.. I suppose I have to be really careful on what I write nowadays.. Us Malaysians just loooove to viral everything under the sun. Even when they don't understand the issue/ don't know the authenticity.. but we just have to say what we think is right, huh? Especially when everyone else is also talking about it.. Perhaps, we do have a certain level of mental instability in each and everyone of us? This urge to be connected through sharing everything and commenting on every single post?</div>
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Don't let me start on all the pseudo-doctors, pseudo-ustaz, pseudo-motivators.. and endless list of conman that our people are so proud to back, protect and sadly.. emulate.. It seems now, as long as you have money (lots of money!).. you are excused from EVERY THING!. Even lying becomes a virtue.</div>
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"Ko apa ada? Sekurang2nya dia tu jutawan!" Urgh.. hark ptui!</div>
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If you still didn't know, October is mental health awareness month for Malaysia and here are some useful tips for us all:</div>
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Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-76008864514125656562014-07-08T16:57:00.000+08:002014-07-08T16:57:44.628+08:00The tale of Azalina Eusope by darkrye.com<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #141823; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 14px/19.31px Helvetica, Arial, "lucida grande", tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0px 0px 6px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">
<em>I drafted the post below for a different site and I am reposting it here.</em></div>
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Ok. I don't know how many of you have read this piece of fantasy like article but to the uninitiated, this is the story of a Malaysian who made it kind of big in America thanks to her heritage and of course, hard work. However, before you start to wipe those tears away or awe in the awesomeness of her rags to riches story or wonder how backward this "exotic" little south East Asian country called Malaysia is, I need you to get your facts right.</div>
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1: Mamak is not a tribe! And it is not certainly the lowest caste in Malaysia. I, and million other Malaysians are not aware that Malaysia practises caste system. We have your usual favouritism, and to some degree, discrimination perhaps, depending on your definition of the word discrimination but that is not the same as caste system. But come on, tell me one place on earth that has zero discrimination. Anyway, back to Azalina and her claim of Mamak being the poorest, denied this and that due to them being on the bottom rung of the social ladder, that is such an intriguing point for her to say. Why? One of our most brilliant prime ministers is of Mamak descent. Quite a number of the top guns in the government service and even private sectors are Mamak. To get more personal, some of my fb friends are of Mamak descent and they are very brilliant ladies and gents, and I wouldn't dare say that they are poor or not successful in life. These Malaysian India Muslims who still speak Tamil and practises certain cultural things their ancestors brought from India to Malaysia are certainly not as deprived as the authors and Azalina wanted you to think.</div>
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2. Orang Utans are natives to Borneo! Not Penang. They are endangered, protected and could not be kept as pets. Neither could elephants for that matter. The way the writer wrote about Azalina's childhood which should not be thaaaaat way back in the past made me assume that either this writer was just plain stupid, or whether this Azalina fellow is such a brilliant story teller, to be able to spin such tale that sounded like something that could have appeared in the Jungle Book.</div>
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3. We have fridges and computers in Malaysia since I was small.. It's not recent technology. I won't dwell further into this, but that's it. This article is just too much. Yes, we are very happy that you are successful in the states, we are very very proud of that too. You should have seen how it was reported by the Malaysian media. They love you Azalina! But I think you should not exaggerate so much to sell your story. You have your talent in culinary. Make full use of that instead.</div>
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It's 3am and I need to sleep. But I could not just go to sleep thinking that somewhere in this world, some naive web readers believe every single word written on this darkrye.com website.. Sigh..</div>
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<span style="color: #a64a22;"><em>Azalina Eusope is a San Francisco street vendor who works 18 to 20 hours a day serving up delicious Malaysian dishes from her Penang style hawker stand. She spent her childhood days hanging out with an orangutan named Madu and her blind chicken. Wait. What? Is this the Malaysian norm? Come to think of it, where exactly is Malaysia? </em></span></div>
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<em>As a result of being a part of the ancient spice route, Malaysia’s ethnic recipe consists of Chinese, Indian, Thai, Javanese and Sumatran cultural influences. Articulating Malaysia’s diversity and its impact on her, Azalina called it a “bold, spicy, delicious and rich culture of flavors that shaped the person I am today.” Though growing up and stewing in the totality of this rich variety of cultural flavors, Azalina herself is a member of the Mamak Tribe. She described the Mamak as “a lower caste subcommunity born from Indian descent and rubber tappers or anyone with dark skin.”</em></div>
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<em>Azalina was raised by her “coconut rice grandmother,” so called due to her “exquisite coconut rice, flavored with tons of spices, dried fruit and fresh nuts.” Her grandmother’s workdays started at 2 a.m. and ended at 8 p.m., during which she mumbled to herself a lot. After making and packing rice in the early morning, she shooed her 10 grandchildren off to school, sold herbs, rice and curry out of a little shack, and then, with a full basket on her head, walked from village to village selling rice.</em></div>
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<em>The Mamak’s relationship to spices is original and complex. Says Azalina, “Spices are bits and pieces of who we are. They’re used in all of our cooking which brings us together in food, ritual and ceremony. Both in food and in us, spices seem to at first fight one another but in the end they marry each other.” Here, spices both participate in and transcend their normal roles in the creation of food by merging with the Mamak’s sense of themselves psychologically and spiritually.</em></div>
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<em>Guided and consoled by the soul of star anise, Azalina left Malaysia when she was 15 to be a pastry chef in Singapore. Cooking took her to Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Australia and Tokyo before arriving in San Francisco 10 years ago. As fluent in language as adventure, she speaks Tamil, Hindi, Mandarin, Cantonese, Hokkien, Bahasa Malaysia, English, Japanese and “a little broken Arabic.”</em></div>
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<em>When I asked her how common it was for a woman from her caste to escape that subcommunity and accomplish something like she’d accomplished, she answered enigmatically: “The only person that can break you is you.”</em></div>
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<em>In San Francisco working as a street vendor, Azalina has successfully launched a nationally recognized Malaysian food empire. She caters, teaches cooking classes, has 12 products available for purchase at Whole Foods Market, and she even catered an event with her signature Malaysian street food for President Barack Obama. That’s quite a path for a woman who used to sleep outside with an orangutan and a blind chicken, a little girl dreaming big dreams beneath the stars, by the power of star anise, guided by spices.</em></div>
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<em>However, Azalina did not mention anything about Mamak as a tribe or orangutan or elephant in the video so my guess is, the author of the above article really knows how to spin his/ her story. </em></div>
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<em>To Azalina, as I told you, proud of you, and all the best in your venture!</em></div>
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Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-15798118814200514332014-06-27T00:37:00.000+08:002014-06-27T09:30:21.947+08:00How to make friends with Malaysians?<div style="text-align: justify;">
While we are still on this topic of Malaysia, I would love to expand a little bit and include my thoughts on Malaysians and what others thought of us.</div>
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I wasn't joking when I said I really could not concentrate on my PhD work and started writing in this blog again since a few days back. So I started googling Malaysia, Malaysians and the like.</div>
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Well what I found was rather interesting actually. Where most Malaysians consider themselves to be very outgoing and friendly, I saw that our foreign friends begged to differ in opinions. </div>
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Basically,a lot of the western expats including Aussies and New Zealanders (even though they are not located anywhere to our west in the traditional definition) , thought that Malaysians are aloof and very hard to make friends with.</div>
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Our Asian neighbours tend to have rather negative opinions on us too. As most Malaysians know, some Indonesians think that we are thieves who stole their culture. Some Singaporeans thought that Malaysians are hopeless and stupid. Some Japanese thought that we are a lazy nation. Too relaxed in attitude. And rather loud and boisterous. Some Philippines thought that it doesn't hurt to kidnap us, Malaysians. Some Chinese.. well you can guess after the MH370 incident... We are not popular there either. (Btw, before you start condemning me, do note that I said, some. not all... )</div>
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Well... he came to Malaysia to give some lectures on Al-Quran. While still in Malaysia he updated his status saying "Malaysia is beautiful, Malaysians are awesome". Of course Malaysians were elated to be praised by a public figure like Nouman Ali Khan, one of the most influential young Quran and Arabic scholars in the world. But, the amount of comments by other muslims from different countries, drenched with hatred, prejudice, generalizing Malaysians, especially Malaysian muslims, putting us down, trampling our good name and so on increased in just a few hours after he updated his status. </div>
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But then, perhaps there were just too many bloody idiots armed with a keyboard who are sitting in front of the screen, who has never even been to Malaysia, have never even made friends with a single Malaysian, who had too much time on their hands and were not cultured enough to think that being polite does not hurt. Or putting a blanket statement on a nation is a very idiotic thing to do.. Or people who believed everything they read online.. and started to deduce this and that about us Malaysians just by reading yahoo news.. you know... </div>
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Do you really want to know how to make friends with Malaysians? Well, here's the big 'secret'. Be nice to us. Actually, if you don't know it yet.. it's universal. Be nice to people. That's how you make friends. </div>
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It's a fact girls and boys. Yes, I never try to hide from the fact that I am fat. In medical term, obese. Oh yes, obese because my BMI is way over where it is supposed to be. I know my facts..I learned about healthy eating, healthy lifestyle, nutrition and what have you in dental school, and from professor Google.... but still.. I am what I am. </div>
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Living in Japan is tough for woman. Especially woman with weight problems. Everyone here is soooo skinny. Except for their national warriors, the sumo wrestlers of course.. but other than that.. fuh... Even my daughter who is just in 2nd grade always talk about how she has to control her diet because her friend told her that her legs and arms are rather thick. She is not what I would say a fat child. She is 135 cm, and weighs 31 kg. Perfectly normal for a kid her age. But no... people have to say what they wanted to say.. *sigh*. </div>
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So full these people are with their weight issues (even though in my humble opinion, it is not an issue at all), you can see the booming of these slimming centres and weight loss supplements. This did not only affect the girls but guys as well.. </div>
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By the way, there are two people in my lab who always talk about other people's weight. These two are very very very skinny. But they kept on saying, especially the female that they need to watch what they eat or they will end up being fat like our professor. And they will laugh at how the professor is fat, has short legs and so on. Is the professor fat and has short legs? Well, she is not skinny. But she definitely is not fat. As for having short legs. I think half of the Japanese population has kind of proportionally shorter legs. Its's genetic perhaps..but it's not something that you should laugh about.</div>
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So, almost one year back I declared that I will write more. I wanted to write more. That definitely was and still is the truth. But I have to say, I blame all sort of distractions that have been doing their best distracting me from writing masterpieces<strike> *feel free to puke*</strike> here on this blog. I don't want to call my family a distraction but time spent with them, as precious as it may have been, definitely limited my time to write. And as for my current goal is to get a Ph.D before October 2015, working towards it also contributed to the absence of quality time to just sit down and pen (keyboard? ) my thoughts. Ok, guys, I can hear you.. yes, I should know my priorities. Just in case you did not get it.. I do know my priorities. hence the lack of posts in all my blogs combined. </div>
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Just so that you know, they <i>(the lady who holds the power and her two side kicks, well mainly it was the lady's decision</i>) finally allowed me to submit one paper after one whole bloody year of rewriting. Bear in mind girls and boys before you start hitting the keyboard to congratulate me..It was just submitted. Not even accepted yet. My time is running short. But.. lets just have faith shall we. </div>
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Actually, I am supposed to continue with my second paper but at times like this, why must my freaky brain reverts to its old self and start dreaming of silly, yes seriously silly things! Did I tell you I used to dream, weird dreams. Of people I never really cared about while I was wide awake. When I was young, I remember dreaming of pillion riding a bike with Luke Perry. Luke who? Well, he was much adored by my friends when we were teenagers. I didn't really fancy him but since everyone around me were talking about him, how they wish he was their boyfriend and what not.. ah.. you know, when a group of teenage girls in an all girls boarding school whose only source of male entertainment were either the very few male teachers and staff we had in school .. Lack of testosterone in our life made us rather pathetic in other teenagers eyes maybe. I remember a friend even had a crush on the gardener! He was not that good looking to begin with. Yes. sad... but true..that was life, growing up in an all girls environment... haha. </div>
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Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-40773197471208475352013-08-02T10:08:00.001+08:002013-08-02T10:08:51.497+08:00iPhone bloggingYeay! I can now blog while on the move! Lovely... Though it took me days to figure out how to get my post published via this app.. It still is lovelier than not having the chance to write things down when I wanted to.. Wait for more to come! Hopefully .. :)Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-67777559175844469692013-08-02T09:24:00.001+08:002013-08-02T09:24:49.884+08:00Sayonara 28<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">First of all, I must tell the world (though it is highly unlikely the world is reading my blog), that I am highly impressed with the lovely oral surgeon who did a minor surgery to remove my upper left wisdom tooth just now! Blessed with teeth with long sturdy roots, extraction is not something that I look forward to. </span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The oral surgeon who also happened to be my friend from dental school did the surgery alone, from incision to removal to suturing. Without fussing over how the assistant not shining the light properly or scolding them for poorly retracting patient's cheek or putting the blame on the assistant's bad performance when the surgery didn't go as planned. Nope. She was cool all the way, without any assistant to help her! </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">By the way, I felt obliged to share the story not because of her but to urge everyone with partially impacted wisdom teeth that you can't really see, let alone brush properly.. Go and get them out asap. I knew mine had coronal caries only after she removed it and showed it to me. Just imagine how much of a hassle it's going to be to remove this half embedded tooth if I ignore it until the caries eats up the whole crown! Scary..</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Anyway,</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Thanks Dr M. I owe you one :)</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><img id="id_97f6_2a40_82c3_5dfe" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dD5TpOa-LZI/UfsKX3MTynI/AAAAAAAAANg/L6bNmYobdhE/%25255BUNSET%25255D.jpg" alt="" title="" style="margin: 4px; width: 290px; height: 387px; "></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; "><a href="file:///var/mobile/Applications/5CAC66DF-601F-47C3-AC21-C4CFD128470C/Documents/Blogger/blogger-image-961132846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"></font></a></div><div></div></div>Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-33270992346812736652012-12-19T14:23:00.001+08:002012-12-19T14:23:07.257+08:00Autobiography<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Good news y'all, the government has reduced the compulsory service from 3 years to 2 years so you who can't wait to jump into the money churning business of being a private dentist attending to high end clients, you are one year shorter to your dream!! But rumour has it that if you know the minister, you can actually try your luck and ask his permission for your compulsory service to be even shorter! Remember, it's the rumours.. not me ok! So stop going to the authorities and suggest them to take disciplinary action against me. Get a life you! you know who you are!!</div>
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In my previous post, I talked about distraction didn't I? Well... I had a good one with a group of friends in Shibuya a few hours back. It felt great! Really... I made new friends, one of whom was from a country I couldn't point on the European map. Basically because my geography was lousy... Anyway, the point is, I managed to forget the melancholic feeling that has been enveloping me ever since that incident... </div>
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頑張れ!自分!</div>Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-10769263453888395452012-01-21T23:52:00.001+08:002012-01-21T23:52:07.925+08:00Marginilisation<div style="text-align: justify;">
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It's weird you know. I thought I have grown over that feeling but apparently not...More than 8 years has passed and still... It's tormenting me from within. Why ? I hope it goes away soon enough. I really need a distraction. A big one that is! Gosh... this is driving me crazy... I am supposed to be able to write anything on this blog since it's not my fb .. but I remember some of my friends who know me in real life sometimes read this .. can't risk them knowing things that I would rather die them let them know.. oh.. that does sound scandalously juicy isn't it? *wink* It is no laughing matter..How am I supposed to spit it out? I am hurt.. deeply.. I curse the person who reincarnated this sharp throbbing feeling in my heart... curse you.... I curse you with the memory of us.. I hope I am not the only one in pain in the middle of Tokyo at this hour in this cold winter.....
curse you to your grave .. you know who you are...</div>Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-1389548238628344002011-12-12T23:34:00.001+08:002011-12-12T23:34:57.936+08:00Faizal Tahir<div style="text-align: justify;">
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and.. do google the translation.. it's a nice song.. with a meaningful lyrics.. and NO.. it does not have anything to do with my life.. I just like this song.. that's all..</div>Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-68784666851672412422011-11-13T13:31:00.001+08:002011-11-13T13:45:04.889+08:00The Best Rejection<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I think lately, i received a lot of the third kind.. I have to say, it doesn't feel good to be ignored. To me, it's the rudest kind of rejection one could have. You are kept waiting for an answer which you never know when you are going to get .. *sigh... When you can't help me why don't you just say so?! I am an adult.. I can take 'no' for an answer.. But being ignored.. is .. is..... pathetic..</div>
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To those who are reading this and actually know the real me... </div>
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I abhor people who can't give an answer and decides to ignore my question!! hate!</div>
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Take note!</div>Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-75937821653042634072011-11-12T14:15:00.001+08:002011-11-12T14:58:56.084+08:00Long Time No See<div style="text-align: justify;">
My last entry was in July 2009. i myself wonder what caused the big gap.. after a few minutes of thinking while sipping a cold ice tea on a cold Saturday evening (it's 15 degree Celsius outside and in my room too..brr.).I think, I know the answer! </div>
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I was busy updating and following updates on fb that I didn't really care to visit blogger anymore. You know, on fb, I only accept people I know in real life to be my friends. So if you are just a friend of a friend, please, don't ask me to add you as a friend. </div>
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Haven't you had that moment on fb when you want to write something, you really had to sit down in front of the screen and think real hard whether what you are going to write is going to stir any trouble or not? And you end up editing the whole thing in your mind first and what you typed is not exactly what you wanted to say? Well, I'm that type on fb. Sometimes you just want to put up the photo of your children doing something which to you is of superstar quality but some of your friends might think that you are trying to show off your happy family?</div>
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Things on fb are not as simple as it used to be.. now that most of my real friends are on fb.. even my sisters and nieces and nephews and in laws are on fb.. my bosses are on fb.. my students are on fb.. in fact I will have difficulty listing those who are not on fb.. fb is not longer the place where i can vent my anger, shout my opinion, express my feelings.. i think it will just be a social tool where i will be my civil self.. as civil as a civilian can be.. </div>
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and my apologies for those who wanted to know more about practising dentistry in Malaysia..</div>
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I have resigned from the Ministry of Health for more than 2 years now.. I don't have the latest information anymore. Go to their webpage for more info.. you don't know what's the link? err...mmm... try.. 'google'?</div>
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This workshop is aimed at empowering dental practitioners who are interested and willing to make a difference in helping individual clients to stop smoking. The workshop is designed to be interactive. For the first time, interactive pads in small group sessions to facilitate direct contact with facilitators will be used. The program will enable participants first hand information and assistance should they wish to start programs of their own on completion of this workshop. Continued assistance will be provided for those interested to conduct their own programs in their centers.<br /><br />Registration fee: RM50 only by 29th July<br /> RM 65 by 30th July-4th August<br />On-site registration fee: RM 80<br />Please request for the first flyer if interested.<br /><br />Thank you very much for your support in making our world a healthier place to live in.</div>Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-82146210370120099662009-04-30T10:33:00.003+08:002009-04-30T10:43:25.250+08:00Dear KFC<div style="text-align: justify;">I have been a loyal fan of yours ever since I first tasted your finger<br />licking good original fried chicken way back in the mid 80s. However,<br />last Monday, April 27th, I have experienced a series of very<br />unpleasant services from not one, but two KFC outlets near my<br />residential area.<br /><br />First, we went to the KFC outlet at wisma PKNS, Bandar Baru Bangi at<br />around 9:15 pm. I was lining up for about 10 minutes when finally I<br />got to reach the counter. But, the counter boy casually told me to<br />move to a different line, put the sign "counter closed" and happily<br />sang his way back to the kitchen. "What the hell??" , just for your<br />information, I was the only customer left on that line and if I were<br />to move to other lines.. I had to go back into queues of 6 to 7 people<br />and god knows how long I have to wait until I get to reach the<br />counter. He saw me waiting there like an idiot for 10 minutes... if he<br />wanted to close the counter, he could just have asked me to move<br />earlier and not let me waste my time to reach the counter and be told<br />in the face that the counter is closed! I think that is darn rude !<br />Where is your common courtesy, man?<br /><br />I was too pissed off to spend my hard earned money on you, I asked my<br />husband to just go to McDonalds instead. But being a loyal KFC fan, he<br />insisted to queue and get his fried chicken for dinner. Besides, my 4<br />year old daughter was so excited about getting her chicky meal. So, we<br />waited for another 15 minutes or so.. only to find out that they only<br />have twister left on the menu! Oh my god!! KFC! do something! Your<br />staff just don't know how to handle and communicate with customers!<br />The manager or one of the staff could just inform all those people who<br />spent their time queuing, a simple line would do... " we are sorry<br />sir/mdm.. but we are about to close and only have bla bla bla on the<br />menu" . And if they are too shy to stand there at the doorsteps and<br />tell the customers.. a simple handwritten sign posted at the front<br />door or hanged at the counter is good enough for Bandar Baru Bangi's<br />residents who I believe are all well read and literate people. Urghh..<br />Don't just think of what's in the customer's wallets, but also<br />consider our patience and dignity. Several customers were stunned when<br />they reached the counter and found out that the only food avilable was<br />twister. It's too simple, I don't think you need a customer to lodge a<br />complaint to the customer service department to improve on things like<br />this..<br /><br />But the story did not end there. Being a determined person my husband<br />is, he insisted for us to go to the KFC outlet in Kajang which<br />operates 24 hours. There, well.. the service was better, when they<br />wanted to close the line , they didn't just turn away customers who<br />were already in the queue. Sadly, again, they didn't know how to tell<br />their customers about their shortfall. They promised to send us the<br />free toy that comes with chicky meal but it never came to us not even<br />until we have finished our meal. So, we went back to the counter and<br />asked one of the staff. But we were kept waiting and waiting and<br />waiting.. and the thing never came. If you don't have it or if it is<br />out of stock, just tell us so. We are your customers. We pay for your<br />service and merchandise!<br /><br />I seriously hope action is going to be taken against this complaint I<br />made. It's not that I want your staff to be punished or what not, I<br />just badly want you to improve. You should educate your staff the<br />proper way to deal and treat your customers. Communication is the most<br />important tool in business. Someone like me shouldn't be telling a<br />giant conglomerate like KFC something as simple as that, but<br />sometimes, when we are at the top, we tend to forget all these little<br />things that are actually fundamental to our success.<br /><br />Well, not all KFC staff are that bad, I have to say I enjoy dealing<br />with KFC at Warta, Bandar Baru Bangi as well as KFC at<br />Alamanda,Putrajaya. They are polite, and they always inform me when I<br />have to wait for some things I ordered or when things are out of<br />stock. Maybe, those KFC staff in Wima PKNS and Kajang could go and<br />learn a few things from them.<br /><br />Thank you very much for your kind attention. Hope to hearing from your<br />management, soon.<br /><br />yours truly,<br /><br />scrollock<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This was taken from an actual email sent to customerservice@kfc.com.my. Name was changed for confidentiality purpose </span></span>. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I will update the blog if there is any news from them</span></span><br /></div>Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-36247635653089918842009-03-22T18:28:00.002+08:002009-03-22T18:42:14.420+08:00Parliament, Oh Parliament !<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9iY8kLilI4/ScYTVzFziVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2pUrBb8ZiSc/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315957675370187090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9iY8kLilI4/ScYTVzFziVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2pUrBb8ZiSc/s400/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">My last parliament duty ended at 8.00 pm. No more such duties for me at where I am heading, I hope. I'm not sure whether I'm going to miss this or not.. but, naah.. Having to sit at the parliament for the whole day just to listen to the debate (though some were quite entertaining) is nothing but an insult to my intelligence, so I choose to opt out of the system. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were spent on me to do something smarter than this. And I hope I can deliver what is expected out of me.<br /></div>Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948524763321401369.post-67921734901615305482009-03-17T16:24:00.000+08:002009-03-17T16:25:00.566+08:0030 Days and CountingTick Tock..<br /><br />Tick Tock..Naahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07305927835781214212noreply@blogger.com0