adioz Melaka...

the moment HR announce my date of reporting to PJ, my heart sank....a lil. i look at my working station...and my lil office.

i remember very well, the 1st day i report myself to this office, i was shock and keep on complaining that the office is so small. and there's no toilet paper, no drinking water etc etc. i'm the one that liaise with few vendors to get toilet paper supply, to get drinking water supply, contact the electrician wen the electric went down, contact plumber if there's water leakage. basically im the one that manage the office *ehem ehem, proud sial*. until i get to know the vendors very very well and we were just like friends. especially the GDex guy that send parcel to our office.

my new boss was with us for about 2 months. and we were quite close too. so wen i inform him im moving to KL the coming 2 weeks on the fon, he went "HAH!!" freaking loud that i had to pull away the receiver from my ear. haha. he asked how is my new replacement. i answered "well, went quite pretty well, jus a lil blur due to tons of reports to be done". he continue "dowan blur ady, i had enuf of blur SA's, JB and BP SA still in blur land. if ur replacement still blur den i die la". haha. and he even add on that im d most reliable one. *ehem ehem...proud again". well, not to say i wanna brag la, since he's new and was with us for 2 months, he had been contacting me to clarify a lot of issues with me. *ehem ehem*

so that last Friday, nearing to 5 pm, he blast out an email to my ex superior and few coliks. his message was ....

Dear CCPL Southern Gang ,

"Today marks Tricia’s last day in Melaka . She will be transferred to KL starting 26th.May.2008 .

This is a great loss to Southern CCPL , as she has shown utmost responsibility and competence in my absence in Melaka . She has also been a great help to the sales staff as well as to SAs in BP and JB .By today , her Audit preparations is almost , if not completely, done . With her in Melaka , I have no worries whatsoever .

So , to dear Tricia , you have set a high standard that Southern SAs will be hard to emulate . A big THANK YOU!!! to you for all the help and assistance that you have rendered during my short tenure here , and apologies for all the problems that I have created , which you helped in settling without any complaints .Here wishing you all the best in your future . We will certainly miss you ."

Awww...i feel so touched... *sob sob*. and exactly at 5pm, he rang me up.

Me :wats up Boss?
Boss : nth la, just wanna say thank you.
Me : i'm just doing wat i can do and moreover its my duty to do so.
Boss : but u had been doing way more then u have to do
Me : "proud and was tinking if i stay till end of the year, im sure my bonus will be much more HIGHER! a lil regret ady..haha"

at tat time we were all preparing for audit, everyone was superb bz till i even had to go bek to office Saturday. and my Boss still take the initiative to rang me up... *so sweet*

all of these reminded me of last time wen i was at KL the very last day too. nearing to lunch time my Divisional Sales Manager came to me and say "Tricia, i hope u don have any lunch date as Mimi (My Senior Manager, paling tinggi punya BOSSS!!), want to belanja u makan".

I told her i really appreciate the offer but i already have lunch date till i have to reject sum of them as i donot noe how to divide my body into pieces!! so i choose to have lunch wif my closest buddies that time.

so here i go again......KL.....wait for me!!!! *sei, a bit home sick jor =( *

Sichuan Earthquake 2008

sumting to share....

Song Xinying ,3, pulled out from rubble after being buried for 2 days. She was in critical condition and lost a leg, but survived. Her parents hold each other’s hands and shoulders face to face to make an arch to shield her from the falling building. Her parents did not make it out.

A 5 year old boy was rescued after being buried under rubbles for 24 hours. His left hand was broken, but he smiled and saluted to his rescuers. His smile made everybody cry.

Yuan Wentin, 26, first grade teacher. When the earthquake struck, she rushed to carry her stunned students from classroom on the 3rd floor to the ground. She managed to pull out most of her students, but the building collapsed when she was trying to pull out the last few. At the last moment of her life, she was trying to use her body to shield the students from falling concrete.

This high school student was rescued from the collapsed building. She lost both legs, and her both hands are broken. The rescue workers were all in tears when they saw this. She smiled to them: “Be Brave!”

Last but not least....the most touching scene I ever seen..........

This baby, after being buried over 24 hours, miraculously, was rescued unscratched. He is about 3-4 months old, and his mother kneeled down, pinned her head and hands on the ground to shielded him from the falling concrete, and milked him. His mother did not make it out. A rescue worker found his mom’s cell phone in his wrapper. It had a text message left by his mother: “Dear child, if you survive, please remember, Mom loves you forever…”

I guess this baby will always remember his mother's sacrifice and the message that had left for him.....

something different from Taiwan

one of my hamsum colik went for his honeymoon at Taiwan. so he got us some 'souvenier' back from Taiwan.

let see wat he got for us.....

-- ballz yang berkilat--

--another close up pix of cute bebola kilat--
-- oh!! its an egg...sumkinda jeruk egg, taste not bad--

wat do we have next...

-- a bra??--

-- its white chocolate....and its a shape of a breast!!--

i hate half of the 'breast' i gave the other to my sis

poor thing we have to share one breast huh?

next we have....

--Calvin Klein spender???--
-- another chocolate....but its a 'penis' chocolate!!--
the moment wen i put this 'penis' chocolate into my mouth, my sis was saying "Er Jie eating penis!!!"

and till we come to another tidbits...

--Sophie pad?? wat happen to Sofi sanitary pad??--

but the package is cute huh?

--and here it goes...its marshmellow...but not coated with 'jem' la!--

interesting huh?

it happen again...

the tremor...i felt it again....

Lim Guan Eng

received 2 emails about Dato Lim, and i feel that i shud share these articles too.



Email # 1

Untold Stories about Lim Guan Eng from Wong Ho Leng (http://yippeego.com/ypwordpress/?p=447)

I had written 2 paragraphs about my visit to Guan Eng when he was serving his sentence in Kajang Prison. I made that visit in October 1998 together with Chong Siew Chiang.I had merely written that during that visit in Kajang Prison, Chong Siew Chiang and I had a heart to heart talk with Guan Eng for 1 hr. 45 minutes in respect of his legal case which had cost him his freedom, political office, professional career, pension and much else besides.

I had said that it was a sad but eventful meeting. I was economical in my words.

There is one aspect of my visit to Guan Eng that day that I did not write about. Actually, I could not write about it, because it was so, so humiliating and sad. I did not write about it because Kit Siang did not want me to see it. But I did see what Kit Siang desperately tried to let me not see it.Kit Siang was supposed to drive us to Kajang Prison. He was busy that morning and our departure from our HQ was delayed a little. Kit Siang was speeding like nobody’s business. When we arrived at the Prison, we “checked” in at the office. It was at this time that I saw the prisoners walking out in their prison uniform for row calls at the wardens’ office. They had to squat in rows, every time and every day that they did so, and the prison wardens would call their numbers.

As I walked in, I saw the familiar face of a prisoner with an unfamiliar crew hair cut. He was squatting at the front row. Both his hands were placed over the back of his head …

We had a split second eye contact but I pretended not to see … It was very dissimilar to those other cases when I was required to visit the prison as a lawyer.

Half an hour later, we met. Kit Siang did not join us. I would not know where he had gone to. Guan Eng started by saying that he wanted me to send a message to Party members and supporters in Sarawak not to despair over his fate. “Tell them that they can break my back, but they cannot break my soul.”

As we discussed his case, I knew that he was not well at all. He was pale and complained of body pain. He also complained that he had not consumed sufficient salt, the food being tasteless. We were worried that his fragile body won’t take him through. We were concerned about his safety in there. He assured us that the inmates there had treated him alright, that they all knew that he was wronged.

It was unbelievable that even when he was at the pit of his life, he had his heart for the Party members, in our case, the comrades in Sarawak.

We told him our view about the legal case. It was clear to us that he was fated to sit behind bars for another 10 months. He knew as much. Royal pardon was out of question.

As Kit Siang drove us away from the Kajang Prison, he made sure that we had a taste of the signature food of Kajang town – satay. At the coffee shop, Kit Siang greeted the town folks who wished him well and to remain strong, but in his leaner body frame, I saw the pains that he had endured. Political adversaries had long accused him of cronyism and nepotism, and the building of a Lim dynasty. The fate of his son losing everything after standing up for a Malay girl who was raped by a Chief Minister, and having to languish in jail for 18 months, showed the cruelty and venom of those accusations.

Siew Chiang was habouring many questions inside his chest and it took a long time for him to break his silence. He asked Kit Siang why he was speeding desperately this morning. Kit Siang then told us. He wanted to make it to the Prison before the row call. If we had made it in time, our meeting could begin, and Guan Eng would not have to take part in the row call. During the row calls, the prisoner had to squat in a row, hands behind the head … As the father, Kit Siang did not want us to see his son in that moment of ultimate humiliation.

Siew Chiang told Kit Siang that he did not see Guan Eng in the row. I said I did not also. Then Kit Siang told us where Guan Eng was squatted. He sped, because he had not wanted us to see the ultimate humiliation to his son.

But I had sinned with my eyes.

The signature satay was tasteless to me amidst cries of injustice that innocent people had to suffer.

On our way home, there was hardly any communication between us. Our hearts were heavier than lead. In my mind, I saw the flashes of a prisoner, hands behind his head, his face so familiar, squatting in the row like other inmates. I repeatedly asked myself whether Guan Eng deserved this. Why should I see that moment in his life when his father had wanted me not to? But that was what it was, for Guan Eng had to endure that humiliation for 365 days.

It was after midnight in Kuching not long after Guan Eng’s release. We had finished our party function and all were hungry for supper. We found a little place in order to replenish our tummies. There was no food left except plain porridge. I ordered some, teasing Guan Eng that the porridge must be better than what he was used to in Kajang. Guan Eng cursed me for reminding him of what he had gone through.

That day about 2 weeks ago, when I stood for photograph with YAB Lim Guan Eng behind his Chief Minister’s desk in Penang, I recalled what I had seen of this man. From a humiliated prisoner, he had been vindicated by the powers in the people’s hands.

Much that YAB Lim had never responded to anything I said about his less than glamorous times behind bars, he will always remember the ultimate humiliation that a person had gone through. He will know the true meaning of justice.

In less than 10 years, God has shown YAB Lim Guan Eng the way. May YAB Lim now shower mercy and love to the great people of Penang.




Email # 2 (www.mrmanager.blogspot.com)

This is written by Ning Baizura's manager & photos taken by him. CM travelling alone - wish him really safe journey & hope it is worth the effort to save Govt. money.

Friday, May 02, 2008

As Ning and I were lining up to board our flight to Penang on Wednesday afternoon, I spotted a familiar face standing in front of usin the queue. So I whispered to Ning.

Me: Look in front of us. It's Guan Eng.

Ning: Who?

Me: YAB Mr. Lim Guan Eng, the Chief Minister of Penang .

Ning: No lah.

Me: Yes lah! I know how he looks lah. It's the CM lah.

Ning: Takkan CM jalan sorang sorang. If he's the CM, where's the bodyguards and the officers and the rombongan and kaum kerabat?

Me: Tak percaya? Watch and learn.

So I walked up to Yang Amat Berhormat, introduced myself and asked to take a picture. He smiled and obliged.

YAB CM: Hey, I know you! You're Ning Baizura!

Ning: YAB Lim, good afternoon.

YAB CM: Come, come, we take a picture. Vernon , here's my card. Email me the pictures OK.

Me: Definitely, sir.Ambik kau. CM pun peminat katanya!

Ning and I really felt honored. But we felt more surprised that the Chief Minister of a state was travelling all by himself like any normal rakyat jelata. But the biggest surprise in store for us was yet to come.

As usual, we sat in First Class. I expected the CM to be seated somewhere in front of us but then I realised he wasn't in First Class.Where did he disappear to???

I popped my head round the curtain that veils First Class and Economy Class and guess who I saw sitting in the front row seat of Economy quietly reading the newspapers?

YAB Mr. Lim, you have my deepest respect. You have made history by being the first Chief Minister in this country to sit in Economy Class whilst in office as Chief Minister. You really mean what you say when you talk about cost-cutting. Sir, you have shown me leadership by example.

Of course I asked permission to take his picture sitting in Economy and he laughed. And I said I'd blogged about it and he laughed some more, and gave permission.

Ketua Menteri yang berjiwa rakyat.

Mariah Carey - Bye Bye

This is really touching and nice *sob sob*

This is for my peoples
Who just lost somebody
Your best friend, your baby
Your man or your lady
Put your hand way up high

We will never say bye
No, no, no

Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers
Friends and cousins
This is for my peoples
Who lost their grandmothers
Lift your head to the sky
Cause we will never say bye

As a child there were them times
I didn't get it
But you kept me in line
I didn't know why
You didn't show up sometimes
On Sunday mornings and I missed you
But I'm glad we talked through

All them grown folk things
Separation brings
You never let me know it
You never let it show
Because you loved me and obviously
There's so much more left to say
If you were with me today
Face to face

I never knew I could hurt like this
And everyday life goes on I wish
I could talk to you for a while
Miss you but I try not to cry
As time goes by

And it's true that you've
Reached a better place
Still I'd give the world to see your face
And be right here next to you
But it's like you're gone too soon
Now the hardest thing to do is say

Bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye

You never got a chance to see
How good I've done
And you never got to
See me back at number one
I wish that you were here
To celebrate together
I wish that we could
Spend the holidays together

I remember when you used to
Tuck me in at night
With the teddy bear you gave me
That I held so tight
I thought you were so strong
You'd make it through whatever
It's so hard to accept the fact
You're gone forever

I never knew I could hurt like this
And everyday life goes on I wish
I could talk to you for a while
Miss you but I try not to cry
As time goes by

And it's true that you've
Reached a better place
Still I'd give the world to see your face
And be right here next to you
But it's like you're gone too soon
Now the hardest thing to do is say

Bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye

This is for my peoples
Who just lost somebody
Your best friend, your baby
Your man or your lady
Put your hand way up high
We will never say bye

Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers
Friends and cousins
This is for my peoples
Who lost their grandmothers
Lift your head to the sky
Cause we will never say bye, bye.

I never knew I could hurt like this
And everyday life goes on I wish
I could talk to you for a while
Miss you but I try not to cry
As time goes by

And it's true that you've
Reached a better place
Still I'd give the world to see your face
And be right here next to you
But it's like you're gone too soon
Now the hardest thing to do is say

Bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye

To Jonathan

Dearest Jonathan....

As i was lying down on my bed enjoying the cool air cond...u came to my mind..

I remembered wen i was doing part time job at a shopping complex, and while u were waiting to pick your gf up from work, u will drop by at my working place and chat with me. altho it was always a short conversation, but it was indeed nice to see you with a sweet smiling face while we were doing our chattings.

And I remembered too wen my late cousin was seriously sick, u asked for his name and said wanted to pray for him. Thank you Jonathan for being so kind and helpful.

And also wen my late beloved dearest mother was sick too, u and korkor asked for my mother's name and did prayers for her too...i was seriously very touched and i remembered too at that time you yourself was sick. but u still tink of others...Jonathan, really appreciate your prayers and your kindness....

i told my mother about you ... she said "do ask him to be strong..".

Dearest Jonathan, I'm sure u're happy up there with Him and u definitely will be a wonderful Angel! take care.......

upclose and personal with my ..........

jeng jeng jeng jeng ~!!!!

-- Tricia's Fish and Potato, Mix Vege Salad ( Western Style ) --

sapa mau coba??