The Paper Chase That I Do Not Have

(HRB blogging from the comfort of an air-cond room, her heart is yearning for a long travel to the East Coast and burying her toes in the hot, soft sand on the beach)

It is common knowledge that Steve Jobs never completed his education. His real paper qualification came in the form of a high school education and a one semester in a college. That’s it.

It would be fantastically funny to see how his resume will look like if he is ever invited to pitch for a project case with this Government agency that my team is working on right now. As usual, team members are to be screened before being admitted to the project. I am perplex as to how my training certificate from 35 years ago needed to be sighted by them.

Training certificate from 35 years ago? If whatever skills and experience that I have today (and clients are actually paying me for my services) are based from a puny training certificate from 35 years ago, then I digress.

Wombat Is Not A Pig

Do not believe me? Ask Uncle Google.

wombat baby

There is a current uproar in Malaysia, being blasted by who-else but the oh-so Melayu no less. Read about it here.

I am saddened by all these idiotic mentality that is now so prevalent in Malaysia. Instead of going forward, we are all going so backwards. With more smart phones and access to knowledge via the internet, so surprise there are still people who are just so lazy to research on a subject.

The subject in discussion is a mascot in a form of wombat. Sydney (he has a name) is the official mascot for ServeCorp, an Australian company. Now, if these people care to read a bit more about ServeCorp, they should know about the mascot. The embarassing part was when someone from DBKL said that the image is of a “beruang” (bear).

sydney mascot

This reminds me of an Eidil Fitri advertisement a few years ago which was produced by TV3 if I am not mistaken. The advertisement was showing a couple of happy children on a flying cart. They were also playing in a garden filled with flowers including lotus flowers. Seemed such an innocent ad right?

One dude who had nothing better to do during the Ramadhan said that the flying cart was a symbol of Christianity as it looked like Father Chrismas with his sledge. The lotus flowers were deemed offensive as it symbolized the Buddhist faith.

The question is, why are we like this? Why the intolerance towards others? Is there a certain food that we are eating nowadays that affects our thinking skills and making us less rationale and less accepting?

It must be the nasi lemak then. Could it be the banana leaf rice we eat on Sundays? Or the chap fan?

Something Is Missing In This Ramadhan

Every year, I would look forward to Ramadhan. It is a month of solitude, soul searching, do good, self and spiritual discovery.

This year has been different. Two weeks down after the Ramadhan starts, I am still not “feeling” or “finding” it. The mind is still spinning as fast as it could and my heart is still not at ease and calm.

What could it be?

The Business Of Kain Batik Sarung, Towel And Women In Short Skirts

I am setting up my new business venture.

Selling kain batik sarung at all the main entrances of courts, transportation offices and Government buildings. On top of this, I am also going to sell towels near the main entrances of public hospitals. How much are YOU willing to pay for each piece?

More news on kain batik sarung and towel cladded women, read the link below:


The Art Of Finding The Soul Mate


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This piece is dedicated to a dear friend, Mohsin who is a game changer, explorer, adrenaline junkie, single & available and is on his quest to look for The One.

All of us grew up watching Disney movies where the Prince and Princess will live happily ever after at the end. The movies are always accompanied with beautiful songs which are so Disney-esque.

And still did not see it in the real world.

Beautiful, I thought. But I never thought that true love would happen to me. Finding that elusive soul mate is just a fairy tale. I grew watching so many loveless marriages and shattered relationships that the idea of true love just eluded me.

The Never Land

Being single at one point of my life taught me a few important things, and I call this my Never Land:

  • never underestimate your own strength of living through life
  • never have the “I am a victim” mentality
  • never “settle” as you deserve more. Psychobitches and psycho bastards are abound and difficult to shake off.
  • never disregard your bull shit detector/gut feels that God gives you
  • never accept “half loaf of bread”
  • never be needy and desperate
  • never compact your life in a small box. The world is your oyster, go explore.
  • (this is for men) never let your dick do the thinking as it has no brain for rationalisation.

Some friends ask me how do G and I achieve a balance in our own marriage. Being so different and yet so compatible. Well, I do not have all the answers but one thing we agreed upon is that we both have had life experiences before we met each other. If we had met years before we were destined to meet, I do not think we will even tolerate each other, let alone being married! Being the practical people that we are, we treated the relationship as a business similar to merger & acquisition. We prodded, examined, asked, validated everything from divorce papers, salary slips to health screens to legal papers. Then we opened up the “closets” and think about whether we could live with all these information with a knowledge and acceptance that history was done. That this person is here, now, present and he/she cannot undo what has happened in the past. The acceptance is important because this is where the trust comes in. The trust that whatever you found in the closets will never be used against you in the future. This is where the NDA (non disclosure agreement) comes in. Next step is to sign the M&A or in this context, the pre nuptial agreement.

But, one of the key things is this – your “customer service” must be opened, 7 days a week, 365 and a quarter – ever ready to serve your “client” (spouse/partner/soulmate). Come rain or shine, this customer service must be grounded, neutral and objective.

Why I Am A Big Advocate of Pre nuptial Agreement

Donald Trump, one of my big time idols advocates pre nuptial agreement. “It’s a hard, painful, ugly tool,” says Trump. “Believe me, there’s nothing fun about it. But there comes a time when you have to say, ‘Darling, I think you’re magnificent, and I care for you deeply, but if things don’t work out, this is what you’re going to get.” It is worth noting that he was married twice before Melania Knauss and both ex wives tried contesting the pre nup with no success.

See what happens when the love is lost? When you are still in love, you want to give and give and love and care the other person. When the love is lost, trust me my friends, even a single sen will be dug out from the past – where was it gone to, what have you done with it, etc etc.

It is also a show of responsibility especially when you have a business to run. Pre nuptial agreements ensures the company’s sustainability which in return takes care of its employees. Do not punish the employees for your own stupidity when the company is split into several ways upon your divorce. Imagine 10s, 100s or thousands of employees who are out of jobs when this happens.

The Check Boxes

Sure, you can create as many boxes as you like as you go along but remember all these boxes must also be a reflection of yourself. Would you check all these boxes for yourself?

So Where’s The Art In This?

Be brave, listen to your gut feel, open up your mind and do not be gullible. It is easy to fall in lust and confused it with love.

Ramadhan Al Mubarak 2015


Ramadhan is here again. It was “just” recently that I felt we celebrated Aidil Fitri and now the fasting month starts tomorrow.

We went out for a family dinner earlier this evening at The Curve. Just something that we try to do every week or so. Ramadhan, to me, is a month of reflection and contemplation about life itself. Somehow, it also brings back my childhood memories. Never fails. Year in, year out.

Fasting month during my childhood days means having to wake up very early. The entire family – my parents, grandparents – will wake up to start preparing a full meal. That means we will see rice, a few types of dishes and dessert. There will be sambal fish, gulai ayam, more sambal, vegetable. Dessert can be anything from bubur to fruit from our own orchard.

In my mind, I could still see my grandmother sitting by the steps after the meal, just resting and waiting for the sun rise.

This will be my 5th Ramadhan with George. It will be a busy month too as we prepare for our second half of the year with business activities.

Marital Rape Is Not A Crime, Says Government.


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Wow! It has been months since I wrote something in this blog. Time flies and the next thing you know, you have taken so many pictures and it is the middle of the year.

And then, you read something in the newspaper that makes your blood boiling mad.

Government maintains marital rape is not crime.

Just because sex happened between two married people does not mean that it is consensual. Please lah. If it rape, then it is rape no matter whatever name you want to disguise it with.

This reminds me of a lady who lives in the Gombak area. Not only that she was abandoned by her Malaysian husband with 5 kids in tow, she could not also claim anything from the Welfare department due to her being non Malaysian. Living in poverty and no support, she was visited by a group of women ngo friends of mine. The next day she was supposed to appear in the family Islamic court to finalize her divorce from the husband.

Two days later, my friend called me. My heart broke when I heard that after the court hearing was over, the husband went back to the house and raped the wife. Perhaps that was his way to “teach” the wife for dragging him to court.

So, was it a rape? Not a rape?

It was ok for him to force himself onto the wife like that? Just because they are still married?

I hate it when people like these can hide between technicalities and get away from it. Justice should be what it is – to protect the innocence – and yet he get away from it.

Types of marital rape.

  • Violent rape
  • Force-only rape
  • Sadistic or obsessive rape

So which is this that says it is ok?

My First Plane Trip

I took my first plane trip when I was in mid teens. 14 I believe. I was then on a school holiday and my mom had sent me to stay with an uncle in the big city of Kuala Lumpur. It was terribly exciting as my uncle was then an army officer and his house was this big, rambling house with beautiful things within the army camp. Everything was new to me.

My aunty, Aunty F, at that time did a few tv dramas and she was a real celebrity. One day she had to do some filming in Penang and she bought me a ticket.

Thrilled to the core, I felt sick to my stomach that morning.

As I sat in the big flying aircraft from Subang airport, I knew this was one of things that I would enjoy doing. Never in mind I thought I would travel so much with planes within the region in one of the phases in my life.

There was no fear of flying and it was always a pleasure to see the MAS logo at the side of the plane. It feels as if I am home.

Plane Tragedy

It was sad reading about the air disasters for the past couple of years – the MH 370, flight QZ 8501 and now the most recent one, the helicopter crash in Semenyih. All the passengers including the pilot perished.

Would I Fly Again?

All these air tragedies has somewhat put a damper in our travelling plans this year and the next. I dont know what to do. Even the thought of flying to Kota Kinabalu for a short holiday is scary.

MIHAS 2015

MIHAS 2015 came and went.

This year saw several new pavilions such as the South Africa, Morocco and the Arabs. Too bad we got in only on the 4th day when the excitement has died down and many of the exhibitors had only home in their mind.


We walked from Hall 1 to Hall 6, passing one booth to another. Once in a while we stopped to sample some offerings of this and that. Very nice layout and easy to follow direction. Good thing I was wearing my sneakers!

I was looking for something different but only one or two booth looked promising. I was also expecting some new, innovative meat processing supplier but did not find one. However, we found a booth that was promoting halal meat from France. Tasted some of the sliced meat and they were good.

I also noticed that there is a rising trend of TV dinners ranging from briyani to noodles to nasi lemak. Endless tongkat ali and collagen drinks and not forgetting the myriad flavours and manners of coffee.

What else is new?

We arrived at the Indonesian pavilion. Plenty of booths selling beauty products as well as rendang in pouches. The crazy part? Each pouch was retailing between RM30 to RM35. Errr…sorry dudes, Malaysians are not THAT crazy over TV dinners.


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