I Miss my mummy...
What a day!
Its food...yes its food...FOOD!Sunday, 31 December 2006
Christmas Photos..
Guest appearance by 'Puff Daddy'
The Sri Lankan Barney
The 'Chef'
The Food
Sonia with her first giftSaturday, 30 December 2006
Death...
Walked into office today morning at 7.30am,greeted the guy at reception then he tells me Sadam Hussein is dead.I was abit suprised, I dint expect him to be hanged so soon.Well at lunch time caught up with CNN,saw some disturbing graphics on his hanging.I strongly disgaree with the graphics of his dead body, apparently taken from a mobile phone.I strongly belive no matter how bad a guy is, at least his death should be dealt with dignity.As for now Saddam is only answerable to God and no one else.May His Soul Rest In Peace.
At last...
I have been wanting to write so many things for the past week, I have been caught up with so much of work.Well Christmas was fun, we had a great BBQ party(will post some pictures soon ).About 7 of us got together and planned every detail of our celebration, and it turned out so well.It was one of the most memorable Christmas,4 of us all guys ate up up to 20Kg of meat I think.Well, my stock take dint turn out so well,I was so stressed as it was the second time we are re-doing it, well the result is still hanging.Lets wait and see.
Its so cold here, that I had to buy a heater.We actually have a nationwide heater shortage here in Bahrain.Temperature has been dropping up to 9 Degrees sometimes.I was one of the very few lucky people to have bought a heater before the whole country went out of stock.Its been raining heavily here in Bahrain for the last couple of weeks,that rain makes it so miserable.Wet roads,cold breeze, instant lakes emerging at almost all car parks.The weather has been improving lately but the breeze is so cold at times.
Its so cold here, that I had to buy a heater.We actually have a nationwide heater shortage here in Bahrain.Temperature has been dropping up to 9 Degrees sometimes.I was one of the very few lucky people to have bought a heater before the whole country went out of stock.Its been raining heavily here in Bahrain for the last couple of weeks,that rain makes it so miserable.Wet roads,cold breeze, instant lakes emerging at almost all car parks.The weather has been improving lately but the breeze is so cold at times.
Friday, 22 December 2006
Break...
I just want to run away from all this for some time.Work is killing me.Worrying is killing me.Is it worth it?.I dont know if i chose the right line of work, 6 years! Dont know what kept me going,thoughts of quiting are flirting my mind.Just need to be strong,very strong.Men Plan ,God Decides!
Cheers
Cheers
Tuesday, 19 December 2006
No Time lah...
Been very busy, i told myself that i will update my blog regulary.But just can't find time.Went to Dubai last week, great trip.Will post some pictures soon.
Cheers
Cheers
Saturday, 9 December 2006
Stress
Its the start of the weekend in most parts of the world, but here in Middle East where i live, its the second day,it makes no different for me as my nature of job requires me to work through the weekend.Tomorrow will be a stressful one for me as,I need to present sales for the previous month.This happens every month and each time its not only butterflies that i have in my stomach, but you can say that i have a whole zoo in my stomach.I just wish i could die for one day and come back alive on Monday.I'm In office trying to prepare my presentation,but my mind is frozen.This happens every time I do this.So i thought I rather blog, I'm also looking forward for my holiday slotted from the 14th December till the 17th December.Not a long one, but I'm really looking forward for it.But to get to the 14th i have so many hurdles to cross,after my sales presentation tomorrow then there is a quarterly inventory on Tuesday, which is like me being in ICU a day.I wish i could get through all this alive....for now I will work on my presentation...
From The Heart
From the heart………..
Having lived abroad for almost two years, I have been always proud of my home country, Malaysia. The moment someone knows that you are from Malaysia, the immediate response would be ‘it’s a great country what are you doing here’.
My usual response would be, just to gain experience or for exposure.
But deep, down inside my heart, I never wanted to leave my home, my family,
, childhood friends, the mamak stall the every single thing that we Malaysians uniquely enjoy
It never hit me that after 49 years of independence we are still not ‘Malaysians’. If you are not a Bumiputra then, you are Indian, or Chinese with a Malaysian Passport.
We don’t want to admit, or rather the leaders who supposedly are a role model to the public, fail to acknowledge the fact that the layman on the street are beginning to look at each other as strangers. This is the direct result of the so called role models, who are busy fanning who’s the Boss syndrome.
Everyone wants to be in control, The Prime Minister had to publicly declare that he is in control, is he in control? , only time will tell. The situation gets worsen day by day. Young leaders, armed with nothing but sheer arrogance are instilling fear for respect and applause. Political parties fail to address the issue; the ‘YES SIR’ attitude and fear of loosing popularity are stopping them even to ask questions. The opposition cries and wails but, who is hearing them, Big Brother is watching everything we speak, write, hear or act. What options do we have? Vote for the opposition? Will it change the whole scenario? The opposition in Malaysia has never been tested, though they have been fire fighting all this while. Will they be able to bring change or will it be the same situation again.
Only time will tell. I don’t want to be known as an Indian Malaysian, I want to be known as a Malaysian. I want my children to be judged based on their academic performances, not by quota, my business to flourish because of my hard work and not because of my connections, to be able to read, write and speak my mind and not be restricted, to be able to buy a property because I can afford it, to be given equal opportunity to work and be judged based on my talents and capabilities.
Is it too much to ask?
Vishnu Varthana
(This article was published in YB Lim Kit Siang's Blog,DAP Adviser and Malaysian Oppositon Leader))
Having lived abroad for almost two years, I have been always proud of my home country, Malaysia. The moment someone knows that you are from Malaysia, the immediate response would be ‘it’s a great country what are you doing here’.
My usual response would be, just to gain experience or for exposure.
But deep, down inside my heart, I never wanted to leave my home, my family,
, childhood friends, the mamak stall the every single thing that we Malaysians uniquely enjoy
It never hit me that after 49 years of independence we are still not ‘Malaysians’. If you are not a Bumiputra then, you are Indian, or Chinese with a Malaysian Passport.
We don’t want to admit, or rather the leaders who supposedly are a role model to the public, fail to acknowledge the fact that the layman on the street are beginning to look at each other as strangers. This is the direct result of the so called role models, who are busy fanning who’s the Boss syndrome.
Everyone wants to be in control, The Prime Minister had to publicly declare that he is in control, is he in control? , only time will tell. The situation gets worsen day by day. Young leaders, armed with nothing but sheer arrogance are instilling fear for respect and applause. Political parties fail to address the issue; the ‘YES SIR’ attitude and fear of loosing popularity are stopping them even to ask questions. The opposition cries and wails but, who is hearing them, Big Brother is watching everything we speak, write, hear or act. What options do we have? Vote for the opposition? Will it change the whole scenario? The opposition in Malaysia has never been tested, though they have been fire fighting all this while. Will they be able to bring change or will it be the same situation again.
Only time will tell. I don’t want to be known as an Indian Malaysian, I want to be known as a Malaysian. I want my children to be judged based on their academic performances, not by quota, my business to flourish because of my hard work and not because of my connections, to be able to read, write and speak my mind and not be restricted, to be able to buy a property because I can afford it, to be given equal opportunity to work and be judged based on my talents and capabilities.
Is it too much to ask?
Vishnu Varthana
(This article was published in YB Lim Kit Siang's Blog,DAP Adviser and Malaysian Oppositon Leader))
Friday, 8 December 2006
Horaaaaaaaaaaayyy
Finally, My first Blog.I must admit it was not very difficult to get it started ,I'm still abit confused with all these icons though.Being a blog-addict,finaly influenced me to have one of my own.It is a trend now for most ex-Journalist to have blog where they can voice out whatever they want without being axed.From my wiriting style you can immediatly realise that im not one of those journalist who are gifted with the art of writing.But me, i just want to write and speak what i want.So people if you happened to bump into my blog in the ever advancing busy cyberworld,please do drop a line.I will try my best to keep this blog updated on daily basis...
Cheers....
Cheers....
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