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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
The Project
Wow... for the first time ever, I practically force myself to update my blog.
Because I need the hit for nuffnang... pfft. So, today... I SMSed my boss that I am not feeling very well, and went to Putrajaya with Mun for our little big project. She SMSed back with an "Ok" and a "Take care". See, this is why you never tipu-sunat a female boss. I mean, why the hell do I even need to explain myself? I am not owned by them. And the thing with a female boss, they really do mean it when they say "Take care"... so of course, I feel like an ass. So off we go to Putrajaya, pick Nad up and go straight to our big mission. The thing is, THIS is THE project. I mean, this is not the cakap-cakap kosong all dreams no substance kind of thing. We have been dreaming of doing this since like.... err... the first day we realised that we can't work 9-5 because we're all stubborn asses that need to be our own boss. And this is the very first project of our millions of ideas (because some of us are dreamers *cough*moi*cough* and some of us are the ones that kick all dreamers from the ultimate dream to actually do something about it). So, after our meeting, we found out we need LOADS of money (of course), and so we went to MECD to ask about loans and stuff (okay, so the asking is more on Mun's side, because she HAS a company). But as MECD is already dismantled from its beautiful establishment, we had a friggin hard time. I mean, yes, another ministry is gone. We spent more hours naik turun one floor to another while each and every one of them went, "Were sorry, we're moving and I am secretly loathing the new PM right now but I am not showing it..." Tengah-tengah pening dengan susunan jabatan yang mengarut itu, my phone rang and a strange number came oout on the screen. It's Kak Mai. "Syahida, Kak Mai la. Soft Launch dalam BM ape?" Huh, Kak Mai ni takde tanye kabar tanya ape, trus bisnes... but I didn't have the answer to the question. Yeah, what is "Soft Launch" in BM? Then Tim called and told us that she had a sucky day and asked us about the project. Makcik itu was totally excited and wanted to make a loan and everything to get out from her state of depression waaaaay in Sabah. Went to Alamanda, bought two boxes of dark chocolates and Nad looked at me with a weirded face when I said that dark chocolates are very sexual. Well, it's true. I mean, hey, I'm a writer. That's the best way to describe it. "Delicious" and "savoury" are not enough. Went to Black Canyon and had an ice blended chocolate - the best evrrr... I mean, still tak boleh lawan stall kuning pasar stadium Ahad Shah Alam, but still.... deliciosa. Then singgah rumah Nad, and while she is in her room praying, I took the chance to sing a lullaby to Adam and pretend that the two months old baby is talking to me and I am agreeing to any sound he makes. Well, in my understanding of that gugu-gaga-ness of his non-verbal interaction, Adam is saying that when he was sleeping, he dreamt that there are two teddy bears chasing him and then he went to a park where ummi and abi were sitting on a bench and the beautiful Auntie Shai (that's me) was singing a lullaby to hundreds of chrysanthemums.... or maybe I was imagining Adam talking. Hey, it's my understanding of Adam's words, I can be beautiful in it. If you're not satisfied, make your own definition. On our way home, Mun told me about the claustrophobia of being your own boss. Yes, I understand. Yes, sometimes I too am threatened when other people go from one level to the other, with a higher salary, and a better living while I am here, working my ass off, sometimes to the wee morning just to get enough money to be broke again the next day. I'm like that 1900s modernisme painting of a guy in a bar, with a pencil tuck behind his ear, sans the alcohol and smoke - wishing that ten years from now, I will be able to eat the fruit of my hardship from a hammock in front of a chalet I own, in pario and original GUCCI shades, sipping on an ice blended juice served by Matthew Macfadyen....... okay the last part is a bit too much. But right now, I am satisfied with cursing the new PM for dismantling MECD. I finally got to watch "Frost/Nixon". Wasn't as great as I expected. A tad too serious and journalistic at times... although I prefer how there is no justification in the end... but at least it's off my list, together with "Coraline", the movie that I have requested to do... but then, I think it's bound to be forgotten by ed team, so better save time and just watch whatever comes my way. Creepy movie by the way. Draggy, but creepy still. Posted at 02:11 am by theshai
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