Being An Entrepreneur As Richard Branson Put It

opportunity richard bransonIt was a strange afternoon, and interesting, somewhat, today.

I went out to meet someone for a catch-up. She works in this Big 5 consulting firm for many years, and survived so far. And yet, she envied me for what I have done since 18. She wanted to do all of the things I did and yet, she said, she didnt think she could.

I did a lot of things since I was 18. And that DID NOT include graduating from a UK university and securing less than 3 employed jobs in this lifetime. Not because of a lack of opportunity, but I was instead busy enjoying all of the opportunities presented themselves to me.

Would I have done things differently if I were to take up the Australian or the UK studies or the study sponsorship to Japan? I dont know. Maybe yes, maybe no.

In some ways, it was great to be acknowledged that what you did and do makes a lof of difference to many people to a point it becomes and envy to some.

Like I said, it was a strange afternoon, and interesting too, somewhat.

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Graves With No Markers

Last night was the time I took the opportunity logging to the net to scour for news of MH370. And there, I saw, the Prime Minister’s latest press conference on the ill-fated 777 plane.

“Using a type of analysis never before used in an investigation of this sort, they have been able to shed more light on MH370’s flight path.

“Based on their new analysis, Inmarsat and the AAIB have concluded that MH370 flew along the southern corridor and that its last position was in the middle of the Indian Ocean west of Perth.”

To read the full news, click here.

Silently I wiped away tears that started to roll down on the cheeks. As much as just like everyone else when you are always hoping for the best out of this tragedy, you knew deep inside that it will not. 18 days lost with no trace and no one really knows what really transpired. I do not know anyone on board but I do know that there are someone’s mother, daughter, husband, friend, sister, brother…my heart goes to the grieving families.

Rest in peace now.

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Pray For MH370

pray for MH370It has been close to 2 weeks…..

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The New House

Day 14 at the new house No. 75.

Has it been that long since we moved in? The days just passed by so quickly in the last several weeks. First, the shift itself. Second, shifting all 27 furkids, which will take another blog to tell. Then, last weekend the contractors came to do install the security grills and the curtain rods.

And we are still living out of boxes and suit cases….

We celebrated George’s Big Birthday in the new house too. Emi and Jaja brought this awesome cake and we all had briyani bought from JM Briyani. Very low but I do hope my darling hubby will be patient enough to wait for a good weekend when we both can go out and have a bigger post birthday celebration.

George birthday

(picture from Emi’s FB).

George has also started on his new project with a client since early late February. I have started on one main project with a client too and awaiting for several more in the pipeline. This has been good progress so far, just a few minor hiccups here and there.

Travelling to work or to the city has been….a bit of challenge especially in the morning. The actual drive does not take that long. It is just the traffic is a real nightmare. On some good days, it will take us about 1.5 hours to reach KL Sentral. Last week, it was 3 hours. Returning home via the Sg Buloh road will take us forever. Another option is via Latar which will take us home in about an hour provided we leave early enough.


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Moving House Again

moving house


We have about 2 more days to D-Day.

House shifting, that’s what it is all about. People say the stress of moving house is just the same as in divorce and death.

Well, I have experienced divorce; and death of my dad. Those were painful. Several times of house shifting too, so I guess that makes me a seasoned person in pain of the same kind?

Boxes are everywhere. Garbage bags are piled up outside of the gate. Never thought that you could pile up so much garbage in a short span of about 6 years.

Most of the furkids are now in cages, and only about 14 of them are still out and about. We want to minimize the noise and trauma of the noises away from the kids while shifting as there have been just so much activities happening at home.

Well…this is good. New house in a new year is definitely good.


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Touching Photos, Touching Lives

A picture, they say, says a thousand words.

No need for elaborate sentences, but a brief description is enough to bring out the emotion. I found this link that conveys such strong human emotions that I just have to share this.

Touching photos.

Enjoy and dont forget to ready the tissues first!

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Phoenix Rising From The Ashes

In a recent radio interview session by BFM89.9 on entrepreneurship, I was asked what (animal, plant, etc.) are you most like?

I said, “I am an oak – strong, resilient. Oak trees have deep roots that come rain or shine, winter, drought- it looks as if it is dying but it is not”.

2013 was not a very good year for the family – career and financial wise. It was fraught with disappointments, one after another. A major project that was supposed to take off in the first quarter of 2013 never took off due to insufficient financial resources of the client. Then, there was this client whom we found out was and still is a major fraud who had cheated people by the millions, and still walking around as a free man. But then, that is another story to tell on another fine day.

The furkids got sick one by one, several crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I still mourn of them. The flowers died, even the money plant that you thought could grow in the Sahara; the grass outside of the gate turned to brown and dry away, just like my heart each time I see them;  even the rambutan tree which were fruiting all throughout the years just simply refused to bear any fruit. It was as if trying to tell us that there was something seriously wrong with something, whatever they are.

I felt side lined. Empty. Demotivated. Dejected. A failure.

There I was on the stage as one of the key panellists in this women forum on entrepreneurship sharing my old success stories of building the empire that crossed the length and breadth of Malaysia. At the same time I was comforting myself how this success can always be created again and again.

“Resilient, dear Self”, I said.

“Be strong, bounce back better and stronger than ever, dear Self”.

“You have done it many times over and you can do it again”.

There were so many times when I could not see in the dark that chocked my breath but as God might have planned His way to show the power He has, He gave a peek of the end of the tunnel. As each day passes by, the light just got bigger and bigger.

I could see it. I could taste it in my mouth. I could feel it in my bones.

Success. Again.

Just like the phoenix rising from the ashes. This time higher and better.

There is still a journey to be made towards the end of this tunnel but I can see it. It is getting brighter and brighter.

I just knew it.

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Farewell To A Friend (Tribute To Pak Ngah Ben)

I am truly lost for words on how to say farewell to this friend.

 A humble man who had dedicated his life to rescuing, saving and helping stray cats, Pak Ngah Ben was a well known man among the circle of rescuers. He had rescued so many strays, cared and nursed them back to health and treat them with so much love.

His rescued strays, from ugly and sick cats turned into such beautiful cats that people thought they were of high breed.

It was quite late in the evening of Friday, 31 December 2014 when another close friend, Emi called my mobile. George and I were returning back home from one of our evening drives. That was when she shared the news that our friend has just passed away after Maghrib prayers.

We promptly make a detour and drove to the other side of the city to his house. It was already 11.30 pm. We arrived at his apartment but was told by the neighbour that his jenazah (remains) was sent to the nearby surau.

There were a lot of people there. I approached the wife, Mak Ngah and we both broke down. And next to us was the remain of Pak Ngah, covered in batik sarung and looking as if he was in deep slumber. The Al Quran readings around us were drowning my thoughts.

It was too terrible to accept the loss as I just saw his FB posting not more than 5 hours ago. He was there, and then, he was gone.

This evening, as I perused old photographs of the various events we had joined together, I realized that there was no picture of us together. The last visit to his house was after the Eidil Fitri last year when we paid him, his wife and the furkids a visit.

Widdy at Pak Ngah Ben's houseThis was taken during that visit. The furkid I was holding was named Widdy, a stray that now looked like a Persian or some exotic looking cat, thanks to his daddy.

A real loss to the rescue circle, and to friends who appreciate him for his friendship.

Rest in peace, Pak Ngah. We will all miss you.

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Let The Year Of The Horse Gallops In!

Happy Chinese New Year to all of my Chinese readers and followers. Each year I never fail to see how so many companies come out with their unique advertisements, be it Chinese New Year, Hari Raya Aidil Fitri, Deepavali or Christmas.

Have a look at some of my favourites for CNY ads this year:

2014 Chinese New Year ad by Bernas


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Harassed Over “Sexy Attire”

Looks like the religious police came in another form – school security guards.

Apparently, there was this lady who went to her children’s school was nearly assaulted by a female security guard for dressing in “sexy attire”.

This lady was accused of exposing her body when all she wore was her work uniform. The news also mentioned how the security guard followed her to the school office and was believed that she wanted to her the mother of two.

Read the news here.

This is not an isolated case because I too, had experienced a similar incident. Way back in 2007, I was harassed not by a school security guard but by the Headmistress of the school itself.

Self-righteous, snooty and higher-than-thou attitude lady, she tried to “instill” some nilai-nilai murni (good virues) to me in that quick-flash lecture outside of a classroom while waving and pointing her index finger towards me.

All these happened while other teachers and my daughter were watching in horror.

More “horror” because I did not take it too kindly because I gave her back with a few choiced words that it trailed off to a nicely written report to the nearest Pejabat Pelajaran Daerah (District Education Department).

I was not wearing a mini skirt, see-through blouse with neon bras, white pants with pink thongs or looking like a slut looking for a hook up at the bar. I am sure the mother of two, Fatimah Abdullah from Melaka was not wearing any sexy attire either.

Read my old story here.

This story also reminds me of another incident in Putrajaya not too long ago. I was supposed to have a meeting with one of the Pengarah (Director) of a quasi-government. Together with a few other associates who happened to be all male, we registered ourselves at the counter. All of my male colleagues were allowed to go through except for me.

Now, this appointment was called by this Pengarah for his briefings as well as his team. There I was, the leading team member who was supposed to present the paper, all dressed up in below the knee length black dress and business jacket was stopped at the reception for “not wearing appropriate attire”.


I was brushed off by telling me that it was their “policy on attire”.

Furious with the ridiculous situation, I asked for the blinking copy of the policy in black and white. I also asked to see the security supervisor. By that time, we were like a show with a few spectators wondering what the heck was going on. One of the security guards pointed to my knees.

I asked him what was wrong with my knees when it was well covered by the length of the dress?

He said…”I think I still can see your knees..”

Realizing that talking to a moron was not going to do any good, I promptly called the PA to the Pengarah and had his good office be aware that we were caught late by this silly drama by his security officers.

The incident passed by when the PA himself came down to escort us in with much apologies.

Sometimes I wonder how people see things? These people ought to know what constitutes indecently dressed to proper ones. Are they following a proper policy or they are acting based on their understanding of what “properly dressed” means?



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