I Forgot to Blog About My Birthday

Food. One of my favourite topics. The last birthday was all about food and food and friends and families. The birthday was last month’s the 20th April. I was 18 again. Three cakes within the 48 hours! And, of course, more food, friends, families. (The 3 Fs)

Birthday Eve Dinner

The birthday kicked off with a pre birthday dinner at our regular favourite, Muhibbah Restaurant, Sg Penchala.

Simple yet satisfying meals together – sweet and sour chicken, garlic asparagus and I wanted the fried spicy loh shee fun.

The Day

Right on the day, our company together with an associate consulting firm had organized a forum in one of the hotels in the city. We had about 30 odd CHROs who attended our event and I felt blessed to have such wonderful network.

Being a breakfast forum, we obviously had, what else, but a lovely breakfast spread. Now, this being the Ritz-Carlton, no simple food can look simple in their hands.

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Did I tell you that their nasi lemak was SEDAP?

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Finally as we wrapped up the event, suddenly the front entrance to the hall opened up and I saw several hotel staff pushing a food cart with two cakes and candles. People started to sing birthday song, and I wondered, “Whose birthday?”

Duh.

IMG_20170420_113357Check out the birthday cakes! Aren’t they just awesome!

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The event ended on a high note with more lunch treat from friend, CJ at the Sentidos, Starhill Gallery. (by now no turning back on the calorie counting).

You want good service? Checked.

You want good food? Checked..

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(above) The juicy shrimps…IMG_20170420_135733

…and the grilled juicy lamb…

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…and tacos…

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and finished off with churros…by this time, I am telling you, I could go on for days without food.

More cake and makan the next day…

The next day we attended tahlil and doa selamat at our friend’s place, Eda. Tahlil for her late hubby, and our good friend, Allahyarham Megat. What I didnt know was that she had also prepared a beautiful cake for me!

(I love you Eda….thank you!)

IMG_20170421_223147Yeah, another one of that surprised look…hahaha…

 

Happy Mommy’s Day 2017

This year we have a 2-generation mommy’s day – mine and The Girl’s.

Thinking back that when she was a young girl, I had spent a good half of her first  six years away from watching her first foot steps. Do I have any regret? Of course, would I do it again? Maybe. But, at that time, I had to do what was necessary to keep things floating and keeping the wolves away from the door.

The Girl was a latch-key kid when she was a teenager, the same as I was growing up.

Living in the city, unlike days back in the kampung is different. The need for the eco system support is important to ensure safety, security and general well being of a child. However, the raising costs of living has made it quite difficult. My daughter pays about RM450/month for a baby sitter. This is cheap compared to others who are charging at least RM600/month, with multiple kids and would not accept weekend care. Income is not rising compared to living costs.

Not good.

However, on this day (as much every day is really a mommy’s day), Happy Mommy’s Day!

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Knot That Got Unravelled

knot-1110536_1920When I started in the business many years ago, there were many people along the way whom have contributed to my growth. Some in a good way, some gave examples at how I should not be. These people came in so many forms – family, friends, vendors, bosses, colleagues..and I think it is important to realize that “they” are there, at that exact moment to provide you with life lessons – just when you needed it.

Think about it as learning-on-demand. In HR terms, learning-on-demand is a knowledge-based learning and it can happen in real time, any where, anytime, just as when you need it. Cool huh?

And there is a saying that people come into your life for a season, a reason or for a lifetime.

 

I Hope You Remember The Good Parts of Your Childhood

I sat at the square plastic table today, waiting for the Adik to serve me her famous Kelantanese nasi kukus ayam goreng (steamed rice with fried chicken). Next to the stall site is a big soccer field. The day was nice and hot. It was approaching 5.00 pm and I was just about to have my very late lunch.

I saw several boys, maybe around the age of 7 or 8. They were playing kites. They ran across the big field while their little kites soared majestically across the big blue sky. I could hear them laughing as one of them stumbled and fall, and quickly picking up his paces again so as not to lose his momentum.

Such pleasure. So simple.

I miss most of my childhood memories.

I hope those two boys will remember their kite flying days as much as I have some 40 odd years later.

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Women’s Rights to Comprehensive Sexual and Productive Health

I read the news on Trump’s global gag on US funding towards the programs on sexual and  productive health.

Maybe, this is a wake up call for other countries to step up and play a role in this. Instead of waiting for US funding, there are many other countries who have equal capacities to help. Whatever he’s been thinking, this is devastating news. Never mind that it will have a backlash on other women’s health programs within the country itself.

Why did you guys vote on this guy?

Read the news here.

Staycation

Staycation

The first time I heard of this word before, most probably was a couple of years ago. It didnt make any sense at first as I never had a staycation.  Wikipedia says the meaning of staycation is “a vacation spent in one’s home country rather than abroad, or one spent at home and involving day trips to local attractions.”

I always feel that a staycation is more of having a holiday at a place near to your home. Which, actually was what we did during the new year.

Hotel rooms elsewhere were expensive, air fares were not doing any better and we hated the fact that the traffic will be so bad on the returning day that we might need another holiday.

And so…..G booked us in Marriot Putrajaya for the night. We decided to walk the mall, enjoy with a little bit of shopping and finally some dinner. I tell you, Malaysians generally enjoy their mall experience. IOI Mall which is located near to the hotel is no different from other huge malls in KL. It was packed to the brim. People at every turn.

Being non social animals that we are, we decided that for end of 2017, we will check in elsewhere where there are less people within 50 km radius…

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Happy Holidays

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Christmas Eve Dinner

G and I decided to host a simple dinner on the Christmas eve. Simple because it was a pot luck dinner instead of a full cooking session which we had done in the previous years. No turkey and fresh oysters this year as well. Prices have gone up and wallet is thinner. So, roast chicken it was, among other things.

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Garlic roast chicken. Gone in minutes.

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The neighbour, Shux, brought his delicious nasi lemak. I must tell you that for a single dude, he can really cook. The last he was at our home, he arrived with a couple of ramekins of creme caramel. Seen tucked in between the rice and the sambal was my garlic and herbs steamed fresh clams which another neighbour bought for me earlier at the Kuala Selangor fish jetty.

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My funky rooster plates…hehehe…and the rest of the dishes. I cooked Korean noodles as a filler, lots of garden salad with Italian dressing and green apples salad as another side. Pandan syrup drinks to wash down all these food.

No leftovers unlike the year when we had the turkey. I tell you, we didn’t want anything to do with turkey anymore for a good few months afterwards.

 

I Don’t Want To Grow Old and Bitter

Two weeks before, I stood in front of 400 graduates while running a career workshop. Last week I did two career workshops at two local universities with more than 200 graduates coming out from their faculties in each session. Even had their DVC and lecturers dancing to the tune of Justin Timberlake. This week I will have another with potentially 400 graduates who crave to hear about the world of work.

Next year I will be a tad closer to hitting the Big Five Series. And seriously I don’t feel a day older than I was at 35. Many friends commented that I look youthful. I have no idea how the face just managed to look young. I even browsed through old pictures of classmates and other friends. And mine.

I surely look youthful. I FEEL youthful.

And frankly I think I absorb all these youth elixir from all these young people.

They are just so vibrant, so energetic, so young, and so ….young…

 

Don’t be a grumpy old fart

That’s what I keep on telling myself. More so after having some “exciting” exchanges in FB with my older cousin brother. He is waaaaaaayyyy older than me. He was lamenting the fact that the “young generation has no soul” and they have no interest about their roots. This came after I commented about the lack of young people in a recent family gathering. I told him that it is no true. It is just that “we” ie the older folks tend to forget to unlearn to relearn. We tend to say ohhh we have “makan garam” first meaning we have been here longer.

I, dont want to grow old being a grumpy old fart. Or old fartress. I dont want to grow old talking about old stuff.

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