Showing posts with label Tempat Jatuh Tidak Dikenang. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tempat Jatuh Tidak Dikenang. Show all posts
Monday, 11 July 2011
A Year In Merde
10 July 2011 marks the 1st anniversary of us living in Malaysia. I only manage to give 2 out of 5 stars for my review after a year. 1 would be the convenient of halal food and 2 would be staying home and not office. That's it. Nothing fancy nothing noble. I still hate the rude sales assistants, the stupid company policies and the dumb waiters.
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
Thing I Regret the Most
I regret coming back to Malaysia. I am not happy although come July it is going to be a year since I left CI. I miss CI very very much. Life was nearly perfect there. I have less things to complain.
He works too hard and comes back late almost every night. He was stressed and so did I. Malaysia is one fucked up country. It is a failed nation. Traffic has never been smooth. People are rude especially drivers and sales assistants.
Everything is damned expensive. I cannot buy things I really like to eat. Life was a blessed in CI. I can buy sweets, chocolates, cakes and English & French desserts anywhere, anytime I want. Money is a problem in Malaysia. Life is hard in Malaysia.
He works too hard and comes back late almost every night. He was stressed and so did I. Malaysia is one fucked up country. It is a failed nation. Traffic has never been smooth. People are rude especially drivers and sales assistants.
Everything is damned expensive. I cannot buy things I really like to eat. Life was a blessed in CI. I can buy sweets, chocolates, cakes and English & French desserts anywhere, anytime I want. Money is a problem in Malaysia. Life is hard in Malaysia.
Friday, 25 March 2011
The D Day
Was a very disappointing day! Excuse my language because I'm going to write in a horrible way and other than English too.
Mother called early in the morning and asked how to get to DJ by LRT. She wanted to collect her credit card which has been waiting for her for nearly 6 months. Then she started mengumpat about the family which I do not want to hear. Mother told me that my divorced uncle at 50+ which is getting married tomorrow did not have money and borrowed loads from her and grandmother. At last hubby replied my messages and said that I can go with mother to Mbank.
At Mbank the officer in charged kept us waiting although she has finished entertaining her customer. Mother said we have to wait but I did not want to and asked the male officer whether I can get my things done right away. Only then the female officer helped us and I noticed that her name was written in the letter from Mbank to mother asking mother to contact her by phone should she needs help. That bitch told mother that the credit card needs to be reinstated because it was issued and not collected long time ago. Mother told her that she had been calling Mbank DJ many times but no one answered the call. That bitch did not apologise and that was rude! I asked for the card to be forwarded to SG branch so mother will not have to collect it at DJ again.
On the way back we didn't know where to wait for taxi or bus. With my hands and mother's full of groceries stuff it was hot to wait for taxi by the side of the road. I told mother not to buy too many because I did not want to carry them because they were heavy. Mother said she can carry half of them so not to worry. I still think that was a stupid idea! We waited for the taxi but the first one did not want to drive us to the LRT station and the second and third was 'robbed' by other people. I was so annoyed because both taxi drivers picked them up first although mother waved for them to stop for us.
I remember reading from the RapidKL website that T65 passes along 22/23 near ASC and was hoping that the bus will come soon. However the bus went the other way and we missed it. Lucky there was 1 taxi and we went to TB which cost mother $6.00.
When we arrived at PV mother was busy complaining about the overseas kids which have no manners jumping up and down in the school bus and made the driver crazy. Mother said probably their parents pampered them too much that they became spoilt kids. I told mother our kids are like that too because parents spoiled them but she said no, we spanked them. Oh, you are bullshitting me mother because look at divorced uncle and brother what had became of them? Mother talk bad about uncle but still gave him money!
I did not want to hear mother anymore so I turned on the tv and ate. She ate too and talked about what was on tv. At around 4-5 pm mother started calling sister and brother to ask them to fetch her home. She kept on bising when they did not call her to confirm the time to fetch her. At last sister answered her call and asked her to wait for them at the warung across the road from PV because they were already at the car park and will be on the way soon. I told mother to ask them to come up and help mother with the groceries' bags but mother said brother's foot was swollen and pity him, didn't want to trouble him. (See, mother bullshitting me about spanking kids!)
I was so sakit hati and sent message to husband which I did not intent to do in the first place. I will not invite mother or brother or sister to visit me again because I know I will get frustrated. I hate the male species in the family and hope that I will not give birth to a male baby.
Mother called early in the morning and asked how to get to DJ by LRT. She wanted to collect her credit card which has been waiting for her for nearly 6 months. Then she started mengumpat about the family which I do not want to hear. Mother told me that my divorced uncle at 50+ which is getting married tomorrow did not have money and borrowed loads from her and grandmother. At last hubby replied my messages and said that I can go with mother to Mbank.
At Mbank the officer in charged kept us waiting although she has finished entertaining her customer. Mother said we have to wait but I did not want to and asked the male officer whether I can get my things done right away. Only then the female officer helped us and I noticed that her name was written in the letter from Mbank to mother asking mother to contact her by phone should she needs help. That bitch told mother that the credit card needs to be reinstated because it was issued and not collected long time ago. Mother told her that she had been calling Mbank DJ many times but no one answered the call. That bitch did not apologise and that was rude! I asked for the card to be forwarded to SG branch so mother will not have to collect it at DJ again.
On the way back we didn't know where to wait for taxi or bus. With my hands and mother's full of groceries stuff it was hot to wait for taxi by the side of the road. I told mother not to buy too many because I did not want to carry them because they were heavy. Mother said she can carry half of them so not to worry. I still think that was a stupid idea! We waited for the taxi but the first one did not want to drive us to the LRT station and the second and third was 'robbed' by other people. I was so annoyed because both taxi drivers picked them up first although mother waved for them to stop for us.
I remember reading from the RapidKL website that T65 passes along 22/23 near ASC and was hoping that the bus will come soon. However the bus went the other way and we missed it. Lucky there was 1 taxi and we went to TB which cost mother $6.00.
When we arrived at PV mother was busy complaining about the overseas kids which have no manners jumping up and down in the school bus and made the driver crazy. Mother said probably their parents pampered them too much that they became spoilt kids. I told mother our kids are like that too because parents spoiled them but she said no, we spanked them. Oh, you are bullshitting me mother because look at divorced uncle and brother what had became of them? Mother talk bad about uncle but still gave him money!
I did not want to hear mother anymore so I turned on the tv and ate. She ate too and talked about what was on tv. At around 4-5 pm mother started calling sister and brother to ask them to fetch her home. She kept on bising when they did not call her to confirm the time to fetch her. At last sister answered her call and asked her to wait for them at the warung across the road from PV because they were already at the car park and will be on the way soon. I told mother to ask them to come up and help mother with the groceries' bags but mother said brother's foot was swollen and pity him, didn't want to trouble him. (See, mother bullshitting me about spanking kids!)
I was so sakit hati and sent message to husband which I did not intent to do in the first place. I will not invite mother or brother or sister to visit me again because I know I will get frustrated. I hate the male species in the family and hope that I will not give birth to a male baby.
Saturday, 5 February 2011
What Happens At The Start of 2011
Well after 5 months of setting my feet on Malaysia's soil husband started his new partnership. Now that the Fiesta has finally arrived it has been an enjoyable time to spend with, said husband. A new house SPA has been signed plus financing accepted and the place is his at last. The only thing that matters now is PV.
It has been ages searching for the right contractor and the cabinets are finally installed. The Eglantine has arrived and looking very good. Still not everything is intact and the main thing to settle next week are the curtains. After a long public holiday break I hope to get the curtains ready so that I can move in.
Apart from that the final payment to the contractor will have to be made soonest possible. Next thing in mind are the clothes hangers, tv, furnitures and ACs. Probably we can get them ready by Saturday as I cannot wait any longer to have my own space to chill.
However it is difficult to get myself to PV as there are no buses passing along the road from the station. I have to walk for 10 to 15 minutes (maybe more!) to reach PV plus develop goose bumps all the way. More often than not I feel unsafe to walk by myself as I had the experience of snatch thief before. As a result I sent an email to RapidKL to suggest for route extension from the station to PV.
Talking about bad public transportation in KL we were pissed off with one of the Old Town White Coffee outlets' service this morning. Husband had to cancel his order because it took them forever to serve the food. Although the outlet was equipped with so called intelligent ordering system the family who came later than us had their food first!
It has been ages searching for the right contractor and the cabinets are finally installed. The Eglantine has arrived and looking very good. Still not everything is intact and the main thing to settle next week are the curtains. After a long public holiday break I hope to get the curtains ready so that I can move in.
Apart from that the final payment to the contractor will have to be made soonest possible. Next thing in mind are the clothes hangers, tv, furnitures and ACs. Probably we can get them ready by Saturday as I cannot wait any longer to have my own space to chill.
However it is difficult to get myself to PV as there are no buses passing along the road from the station. I have to walk for 10 to 15 minutes (maybe more!) to reach PV plus develop goose bumps all the way. More often than not I feel unsafe to walk by myself as I had the experience of snatch thief before. As a result I sent an email to RapidKL to suggest for route extension from the station to PV.
Talking about bad public transportation in KL we were pissed off with one of the Old Town White Coffee outlets' service this morning. Husband had to cancel his order because it took them forever to serve the food. Although the outlet was equipped with so called intelligent ordering system the family who came later than us had their food first!
Thursday, 2 September 2010
7th Anniversary
1st September 2010 marks the 7th anniversary of my wedding to Mr Hubby. Since we are still in Ramadan month we had nothing special to eat like the usual yearly celebration. In fact I was scolded when crossing the road. That is why I still hate Malaysia (after nearly 2 months).
I was wondering whether there exist a husband who can do laundry from start to finish. From gather the clothes in a laundry bag, load the washer with clothes and detergent, run the washer, unload the washed clothes, hang them to dry in the sun, collect them from the rail, fold the clothes nicely and finally put them in the wardrobe. Same goes to cooking; starting from the ingredients, serve in the plates and clean the pots and pans. Probably it will going to take some time before a husband can get used to doing house chores if his wife died. No wonder most men married another women because they can't survive life without someone to take care of the house (I mean to cook and clean).
During Ramadan women especially married women are busy preparing dishes for berbuka and sahur. At 5 p.m. they will be in the kitchen trying to cook something extraordinary nice which are not usually cook in other months. Usually wives will wake the family for sahur with the dishes already on the table. Married women like to please their husbands and children. They don't consider it a burden so long as they can make their families happy.
I am not complaining because I already expected all these. I am not at my own house anyway. I am not doing the cooking too. I still remember Ramadan at my own place in Malaysia, UK and UAE.
I was wondering whether there exist a husband who can do laundry from start to finish. From gather the clothes in a laundry bag, load the washer with clothes and detergent, run the washer, unload the washed clothes, hang them to dry in the sun, collect them from the rail, fold the clothes nicely and finally put them in the wardrobe. Same goes to cooking; starting from the ingredients, serve in the plates and clean the pots and pans. Probably it will going to take some time before a husband can get used to doing house chores if his wife died. No wonder most men married another women because they can't survive life without someone to take care of the house (I mean to cook and clean).
During Ramadan women especially married women are busy preparing dishes for berbuka and sahur. At 5 p.m. they will be in the kitchen trying to cook something extraordinary nice which are not usually cook in other months. Usually wives will wake the family for sahur with the dishes already on the table. Married women like to please their husbands and children. They don't consider it a burden so long as they can make their families happy.
I am not complaining because I already expected all these. I am not at my own house anyway. I am not doing the cooking too. I still remember Ramadan at my own place in Malaysia, UK and UAE.
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