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In just a few days, this beloved country will be celebrating its 60th Merdeka Day. Time flies, the landscape changed, the weather changed, have the people changed?

Just yesterday I posted something on my LinkedIn about a career event and one guy blasted about how all of the jobs in Malaysian are highjacked by the foreigners. It was also the same day that I questioned the validity of the recruitment process of some companies in hiring career come-back women.

When I was a young kid, I remember going to my friends’ houses for lunch right after school. My parents were at one time, were travelling often due to work. We never saw the skin colour. The language was just different. We just knew that the Chinese kids from Chung Ching School were better with their basket ball game. The Shahbandar kids were mostly from out of towners and MGS kids usually get into fights with the boys from Mahmud Primary.

That’s it. No racial tension. We all ate at the same table. Sat next to each other in Lin Siong bus from Sg Ruan to town on Saturday to watch the cheap matinee.

And cried the same tears of joy and sadness.

Have we changed for the better in our last 60 years?




When You’ve Hit Rock Bottom


Most of the times, the closest persons that you love suffer the most when you’ve hit rock bottom and you think you could not get your shit together.

This rock bottom shit, is likened to driving a car in a flash flood. You know how KL is famous for its flash flood due to bad irrigation in certain parts of the city. You think you have the SMART Tunnel to save you from all these trouble. 20 minutes of heavy rain and you can see cars floating at the road next to Semantan MRT station.

Anyways, I digress.

Back to this rock bottom shit.

My dad used to tell me that when you have to drive your car in a minor flash flood (you dont be idiot by driving through a flood), make sure you engage the gear to 2nd gear and for God’s sake, KEEP ON MOVING. If you still drive in D , the gear will shift and water will get into the engine.

I can tell you, that certain Mr Steven the mechanic will have a tough time telling you how many zero’s in the bill that you have to fork out.

Coming back to being at a rock bottom situation. This Ramadhan has been tough. Testy and all that. I have stopped counting how many times I had to pull myself together and just. move. on.

For, there are light at the end of the tunnel.

Although, it did not meant death either.

(Although it did came to my mind that this might be my last Ramadhan on this earth. Which might not be good. There’s a very spoilt husband who does not know how to pull the duvet together. There are 26 kitty cats that will annoy the shit out of him too)

So, just like driving a car through a minor flash flood.

Keep on moving.

We don’t want the water to get inside the engine.

Be Brave, My Friend.

The Malay has a saying…disangkakan hujan hingga ke petang, rupanya hujan di tengah hari…(you thought it will be sunny till the evening, but it rains at noon).

After close to 20 years of marriage, a friend of mine is ending her marriage. She’s moving out from her marital home this week.


Be brave, my friend. Be very brave…

It is a big world out there. But you can survive as you have always been a survivor all these years.

Life is too short to be unhappy and living a life of misery. Pick up the pieces again as you go along.

Be brave, my friend…

There is always a silver lining at the end of the dark clouds. You just need to keep on moving and don’t stop.

The world may feel like it is opening up, swallowing every bits of your broken heart  and heavens falling down on you. But, that is okay. The sun will rise again just like any other day. The birds will sing, the flowers will bloom. You just need to see the beauty that God creates for His creatures. And you move on.

Be brave, my friend. Be brave…

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.


Did I tell you that their nasi lemak was SEDAP?


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?”


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

18447585_10154632537206169_7253276834594800577_nYou can see how surprised I was….

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..


(above) The juicy shrimps…IMG_20170420_135733

…and the grilled juicy lamb…


…and tacos…


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!


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.


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.