tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10989878255103883772024-03-19T11:09:34.390+08:00Merely My PrinciplesNo matter what, I will always stick to my principles. This is my voice, my stand, my feelings and my beliefs. Right from the bottom of my heart. Its the expression of my true self. Solely me. Mine. It will be my footprints as I walk along this sandy Beach of Life.kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-23163288561661993412009-08-19T19:20:00.003+08:002009-08-19T19:32:02.065+08:00Am back!Yesterday was exactly 5 months that I left this blog idle. Curse me if you want to, I deserve them. So, am not going to give any reasons whatsoever. Let it be. If I am in the right mood one fine day, I will share. Meanwhile, I want to bury the rubbish under the carpet first, we'll clean later!<br /><br />What transpires me to write today, now? Of course.. its anger, frustration, you name it... all the negativities. <br /><br />Aaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!! GGGGrrrrrrrr!!! My claws are coming out now.... beware! <br /><br />Actually I have no intention of writing or expressing matters yet, just to inform that I am coming back, beginning today. <br /><br />We'll talk again later as today I got no mood to ponder, just to express 'geram'! <br /><br />Till then....Kalambicara is trying hard to cool down...kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-26174375898125396472009-03-18T18:30:00.001+08:002009-03-18T18:44:31.365+08:00'Tis the time...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxMjROLqnwNMWtlVsCjhkJagoAL_Si7bBJopC8U_QohBNtZfkjTYJbhcimjAfBYMQxZHMztb1e2E5i30EgIetI4FWi5JTmQLE0PpMJAXQqg0vywHMvNgD0RgkmBGaxviTvjS4rLz5Guc/s1600-h/enan46l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314471770721612946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxMjROLqnwNMWtlVsCjhkJagoAL_Si7bBJopC8U_QohBNtZfkjTYJbhcimjAfBYMQxZHMztb1e2E5i30EgIetI4FWi5JTmQLE0PpMJAXQqg0vywHMvNgD0RgkmBGaxviTvjS4rLz5Guc/s320/enan46l.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">OMG ... its been about a month and a half I left this blog without any touch... apologies to those who keep peeping yet to no new posting :) Was too busy and too many things occupying my mind plus no mood and mental blocks and proscrastination and whatever lah...he he<br /><br />Got two more days before my last physical day here at my present workplace. Thus, so much things need to be accomplished and been requested politely to do some tasks. Since I am heading a department, I can understand that its not easy for them at this crucial time of the year. So, being nice, I comply. I want to leave in good faith, leave sweet memories and most importantly to leave a mark. I believe I had achieve that in my tenure here for the last 2 years and 3 months. I have established self niche that is known throughout the organisation on some of my deliverables. Thats fine and sufficient too, me think so. :)<br /><br />Why am I leaving? Well, frankly I thought this will be my last workplace before I retire, the ending of my career with fixed income. I truly enjoy what I am doing now plus the fact that the company is paying for my doctorate studies. The only setback was that I missed the adrenalin rush in my body. A resource centre is cool and so laid back, contradict to corporate communications which is very fast moving, hectic and so diverse. You also got a chance to go out of the office a lot and establish contacts aplenty. After all, corporate communications and public relations is my forte. Other most important reason is that I am going to somewhere much more secure, in its establishment and also its perks. I hope that the greener pastures that I have decided to go is really green. Insyaallah.<br /><br />Enough said, the time has come for me to bid farewell to the acquitances that I met here. Should our path cross in future, let us acknowledge each other the good way. Wish me luck in my new endeavour...<br /><br />Kalambicara has yet to clear most of her belongings here, gtg now.. </div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-37721876228968087242009-02-02T18:36:00.004+08:002009-02-03T16:59:53.335+08:0025 Random Things<div align="justify">In a blink, we are already in February 2009 and I realized that I did not post anything in January. Like I am so busy... busy making myself busy eh?</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Btw two of my close friends mother passed away in January, at the time when both were not around. One was outstation and missed the funeral and the other one was not home when it happened. Condolences to both of you, my dear friends (you know who you are). AlFatihah to both aruah. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />A colleague of mine, Yati, tagged me at my Facebook with 25 Random Things. I hereby cut and paste my response here too. Well, at least I have one posting today he he... So here it is:</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the application, then click publish.)</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"><em><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Yati tagged me. So Yati... heres my responses :) ...</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">1. I missed my youngest nephew, Hasif Zahin (1yr 3mths old), sooo much. Sayang, sayang Ayong...! This year, I will get another two more new additions to our family, Insyaallah. </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">2. I never had enough of holidays at the beach at any island. If possible, I want to go swimming in the sea every weekend.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">3. I want to take one month off to go to an island, just to swim in the sea during the day and write a book at night. Can I do this fully paid by the company? Or any publisher? Nay...!</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">4. I dislike changing the bedsheet just because its too tiring to handle the heavy mattress, unless of course someone does it for me. (Pls do not get me wrong, I like fresh bedsheet and like to shop for bedsheet and had plenty of bedsheets at home, just tired of doing the changing, thats all.)</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">5. I don't know when I can clear the clutters in my bedroom, the piles are getting thicker each day. Semua benda pun I sayang... so camner? Keep procrastinating la jawabnya...</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">6. I wish that I have lots of money to settle all my debts and dispose the credit cards. I want to be a debt-free individual. (But of course not for the house and car loan, mana mampu daa..)</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">7. Its been so difficult for me to choose a handbag that I really like. I have been using the Lollipop handbag for almost two years already, dah naik kusam. Though ada la beli satu dua, but then tak suka and hand down to my sis... The ones that I like are mostly way off my budget... so kena sabor dulu.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">8. I have not started anything on my PhD research yet, except the earlier proposal. Mati la first review with my supervisor end of March ni.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">9. I am not a morning person. I always sleep again after the Subuh prayer. (I know this is not good.) When will I be a good sister or daughter and start preparing breakfast for everyone? </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">10. I have never been to the Berjaya Times Square since it opened. I would like to go there at least once. </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">11. I am looking forward to go to Pavillion, window shopping at least but nobody at home wants to accompany me yet. (Not that I can't go alone, but two is better than one, right?)</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">12. I like jungle trekking and had tracked most of the paths at Frazers Hill and Cameron Highlands and some paths in Bagan Lalang, Gombak, etc. In addition, I have been into caves and river excursions. </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">13. I have tried white water rafting and enjoyed it so much, especially in Sg. Pedas near Tenom Valley in Beaufort, Sabah. The scenery was awesomely magnificent and the train ride was such an experience. My adrenalin rushed like a broken dam!</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">14. I love snorkeling and never had enough of the wonderful underwater world. How I wish I can take diving as well ...but my heart condition now does not allow me to do all the above mentioned activities...hu hu... (unless curi-curi buat ssshh!) </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">15. I like to bake and try new recipes, but of late its been quite some time that I bake something. Sheer laziness eh? Not so lah. I usually take a good rest over the weekend since my health condition does not permit me to be hyperactive like before. What to do?</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">16. I have just finished reading 'Eat, Love and Pray' by Elizabeth Gilbert and 'Twilight' by Stephanie Myers. Now I am reading 'Love in the Time of Cholera' by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and 'New Moon' by Stephanie Myers. I read two books alternately at a time, thats my style. </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">17. I always do two things at one time i.e two focus. Its my nature of doing things as far as I remember. Eg. Studying while listening to music, watching television while browsing the internet, eating while watching television, bathing and exercising lightly in the bathroom, YM while in a meeting, browsing the internet in between writing a report and so on... he he he</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">18. I enjoy reading biodata of successful people, see pictures of the lifestyles of the rich and famous and always dream to be among one of them one fine day. (In my dream la...kan?) First biodata that I read was of Lee Iococca when I was in Form 4 (found in my uncle's room) and later when I was in my first year of varsity, I read again, borrowed from my auntie-in-law. Still remember the orange colour cover of the book with bold white title... So inspiring.</span></em></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"><br />19. Sometimes I missed my late father so much and used to cry alone in my room (especially when theres slight hiccups in the family and I just could not shoulder anymore...huhu) or while driving especially near or on Father's Day when the radio deejays keep talking about fathers stuff etc. sob! sob!</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">20. I can watch channel 703 Asian Food Channel at Astro over and over. Same goes to channel 707 Travel and Living. But, I dislike the tatoo program such as Miami Ink, London Ink etc... what the heck do they show that when Malaysians mainly Muslim are not allowed to do so... still its on air... apa raa! Anyway, I am an ardent fan of Astro's documentary channels.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">21. I love Japanese food so much. Never had enough of those sushis, bento set, unagi, miso soup, teppanyaki, california rolls, temaki...etc. My niece, Nur Naily Aishah, 5 years old, also likes sushi so much. </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">22. I need some money to renovate my kitchen. The previous extension has now shown some defects and needs renovation and upgrading asap. Money, money, money... (hum like Donald Trump's The Apprentice).</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">23. I know I am in need of an operation (may be two op) but I keep procrastinating to go for the check-up and consultancy at an established hospital. I know the company will be paying, but I think so much of the after effect, me not be around at work for long, etc. Must clear my mind on this and make the move fast.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">24. I have never been to Europe and Down Under (incl. NZ) and wanted so much to go there but when and how and again the five letter words, signature of Donald Trump's programme...he he. </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><br /><em><span style="color:#ffff33;">25. I really really really wish that I get the chance and sufficient funding to go for Umrah this year with my family. Insyaallah.</span></em></div><br />Phew! This tagging business is becoming like a self realization session pulak... Actually I need not be so frank there, but being me, honesty is my policy. So I guess, now most of you know my traits eh... whatever!<br /><br />Kalambicara got to go off now... till then!kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-30927460605420957172008-12-31T23:46:00.000+08:002009-01-05T12:51:11.387+08:00Last Day of Year 2008<div align="justify">O' well...how time flies... No more regrets of the past. Let bygones be bygones. I do have some lessons learnt but it will be kept in my memory chest for future references and remininces if need be, merely for betterment but not to mourn... </div><p align="justify">Listed below are some of the things that have affected my well being in year 2008... </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">1.</span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">M</span></strong>y contract for service as the Corporate Communications Consultant expired in January and I was then offered to head a new department known as the Knowledge Resource Centre. Like it or not, I took the challenge or else I will be jobless. And I truly am thankful to Allah swt for this opportunity. Being an avid reader, I feel like a fish in water, I blended well with library matters and learning the management of library/resource centre based on the job training. I love what I am doing now, seriously am, though my forte is Corporate Communications. Never before I look highly at librarians as I am now. Thinking back, I should have taken Library or Information Science instead of Mass Communications during my degree days... but again, everything happened for a reason and only Allah swt knows whats best for us, right? Whatever, I am a happy person now.</p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">2.</span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">D</span></strong>ue to my tight work schedule, I did not manage to give part time lectures to college students like I used to do before, thrice a week for evening classes. Soru miss sikit laa... Anyhow, I am so touched when two of my previous students came to see me prior to them departing to pursue studies abroad. They said, "Miss, we need to see you. We need to get your blessings." I am so touched. Indeed teaching/lecturing profession is something great. Now one of them is in the US and another in New Zealand. Both doing Corporate Communications. Btw fyi subjects that I used to teach are Corporate Communications, Brand Management, Contemporary Advertising, Customer Relations and Mass Media & Society.</p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">3</span>. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">M</span></strong>y application to pursue Phd was successful when my proposal was accepted in July and I am now a doctorate student of UTM. Just settled my formal registration last week. Got my own student matric card, library access card, etc. It definitely is going to be a hectic year ahead, I know for sure. Actually its funny to think of my studying path. I had my degree in Mass Communications majoring in Public Relations. Then I continued with a Masters in Business Administration and now am pursuing Doctorate in Computer Science - focusing in Information Security. Three different areas altogother. May Allah swt provides me a smooth path in learning and completing my research. Amin.</p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>4.</strong></span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span></strong> went to Bali for holidays with four of my colleagues and later called ourselves 'Geng Lulur' simply because we merrily went for spa together excitedly since some of us had never been to a spa before. Also because our hotel was next to a mini mart which sells very cheap lulur and every night we went there to 'borong' them till the shelves were empty and the shop owner did not manage to replenish them timely. Bali was great, beautiful, serene and so natural. I love everything about Bali. I will definitely go there again. </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"><strong>5.</strong></span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span></strong>ent to Cherating a few times and got so hooked with Hai Peng Kopitiam in Kemaman. Had a bliss with my niece and nephews on the beach. I want to note here that Impiana Cherating is one great hotel with spacious room and an ambience so cozy and homely. The beach front is beautiful too. I love the satar, the keropok lekor and the nasi dagang there in Kemaman. An evening in Kuala Kemaman with the sweet and salty breeze from the sea and smells of freshly boiled keropok lekor, grilled satar and otak-otak really entice me and makes me longed to go there again soonest possible.</p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">6.</span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">E</span></strong>scaped to Tioman Island with an ex-colleague, just the two of us, and had what I called a real holiday, without any disturbance from office. Why? Because of no coverage, thus no emails received via my blackberry and so no worries at all of office matters. The island hopping was great, the snorkeling was fun and satisfying, the water was crystal clear, the underwater world was magnificent and so magical, I was mesmerised. I spent most of my time in the sea than in the chalet. Indeed I felt so relief, fresh and anew after this escapade. I am really a water person (is there such statement eh?)!</p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">7.</span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">O</span></strong>ffice politics, resignation of top guns, arrival of newcomers, bragging of their past achievements and success stories elsewhere, noviceness of some superiors on certain matters, lackadaisical attitude of some staff, backbitting, ass licking and all the likes, really created a momentum at work. Some times we were so pissed off and other times we were accepting and learning to shut off. Whatever, its all part and parcel of a workplace situational analysis and organisational behaviour. Anywhere, its the same. There is a choice, take it or leave it. Not standing on the fence and be a hypocrite. My only plea is that hopefully no talking or complaining or gossiping about matters like these anymore. Or rather, do not share with me. I do not want to know, do not want to hear. It gets nowhere. It just gets me wanna vomit. I just want to do my work and achieve my departmental KPI. Period. </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong>8.</strong></span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span></strong>ook my mum and sisters for a holiday in Langkawi. Had a wonderful time shopping. Yes, shopping. That was indeed the plan. Apart from visiting some historical places, of course. But, still the main agenda then was shopping. We, or rather my mum, really shopped till she dropped tired. Poor mum, did a lot of walking in Langkawi than in her lifetime, I guess. Bought some Corelle crockeries (to add to our existing collection of European Herbs), some Corningware caseroles of the same theme, about two dozens of batik sarong, a Scholl sandal for me, a Clark sandal for adik, lots of chocolates and three perfumes; J'dore by CD, Princess by Vera Wang and Incredible Me by Escada. Adik was the happiest. She bought the Clark sandal on her own and she ate chocolates there like drinking water... seriously she had chocolates for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Also during morning break, tea break and supper... in fact, she only stopped when shes asleep! She was so hyperactive then. Not like when shes at home... We really had a bliss in Langkawi and I am glad that I managed to make this vacation in Langkawi a reality. We went with just two luggage but came back with seven. Thank God that it was MAS and not AirAsia or else we will have so much to pay for the check-in bags/boxes. </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">9.</span> <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>I </strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">had the opportunity to meet Tun Mahathir and Tun Siti Hasmah during the recent Workshop on Leadership for Librarians and Information Professionals, held at the Perdana Leadership Foundation. I also had a chance to ask Tun Mahathir a question during 0ne of the sessions and put my company's name in the limelight. The best was when I managed to speak one-to-one and face-to-face with both Tun Mahathir and Tun Siti Hasmah. Plus, had my pictures taken just the two of us, with each of them and later with both of them. Also, got both of them to sign my caricature book of them (written by Eu Yu) which I brought all the way from home and received a personalised wishes from both Tuns written nicely. Am contented. Am impressed with Tun Mahathir's ideas, opinions and reading habits. Am amazed with Tun Siti Hasmah's gracefulness, an etiquette to master by all ladies. Such a lovely intellectual couple. Great idols. It made me think... how I wish I will grow old being brilliant and articulate and able to think well like them...</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>10.</strong></span> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">I </span></strong>thought I have found love again in 2008. Now I guess it was just infatuation. I was never lucky in love. There were times when you felt you were needed but there were also times when you felt that you were being ignored. I felt both, at one point. Now I just couldn't be bothered anymore. Enough is enough. Having all those feelings made me become a dreamer. I tend to put aside many things that I needed to do and I spent most of my time by just lying down and let myself float. Float, float and away...! (I actually fell asleep dreaming!) It was indeed not healthy. It was my sheer imaginations and self created feelings. I became lazy. I was in my own world. World full of fantasy. No promises and no future. Its just me and the knight in shining armour. The one that touched my heart then. Huh! Thank God, I came to realization fast. The knight was not actually the Prince Charming. May be not yet. I quickly came back to reality. I will never let myself into this again. No, no, no... this is utterly ridiculous. I am not a teenager anymore. Thinking back, that experience really evoke my senses, make me realized certain things and most of all, it made me more mature and a much better person.</p><p align="justify">Ok, I guess my 10 points is sufficient to end year 2008. A chapter is about to be closed. Many more things did happened but let it be my self-kept stories. A new chapter is about to begin in less than half an hour. Goodbye 2008! Lets embark into year 2009 with big great strides...</p><p align="justify">Kalambicara is rushing to watch the countdown of the new year on tv... till we meet again in 2009... Cheers!<br /></p>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-10601304694777645432008-12-30T16:33:00.001+08:002008-12-30T17:08:42.044+08:00Salam Maal Hijrah 1430<div align="justify">Its been more than a month that this blog is left idle, full of cobwebs eh? I know... I am aware...just that the drive is not there for me to begin writing, too many reasons to state here and of course being busy and having a tired body, mind and soul are among them... :)<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Anyway, I guess it is not too late for me to wish all my Muslim readers Salam Maal Hijrah 1430. Today is already the second day of Muharam, new month of the new year in the Muslim's calendar. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Hopefully this year will be a much better year for me and also for my family. I do have some resolutions, some things to achieve, some dreams to be fulfilled and some missions to be accomplished. Insyaallah I will strive hard and with blessings from Allah SWT, the road ahead will be with less or no obstacles. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />A friend once said that sometimes Allah breaks our spirit to save our soul. He breaks our heart to make us whole. He sends us pain so we can be stronger. He sends us failure to make us humbler. He sends us illness so we can take care of ourselves. Sometimes Allah takes everything from us so we can learn the value of everything He's given us... Allah is great!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />So dear all muslims, Salam Maal Hijrah 1430. May all that you wish for in the new year come true! Amin! Insyaallah!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Kalambicara is signing off with fresh new hopes and wishes for the new year 1430H...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-69736889540026158322008-11-03T19:22:00.004+08:002008-11-03T20:04:51.210+08:00Budak Kelantan<div align="justify">Out of depression and upsetness last Friday (as per my last posting), I went for a movie. An unplanned one. While still working on a report at the office, a friend of mine (a Lecturer from the uni where I did my part time lecturing) buzzed me, inviting me to a movie entitled 'Budak Kelantan'. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264398257825089586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBf8KqveecEONH_UuzQAll6lXiOrFEdYr1G3iH9TWccAfdVdRev_Z7xHJwrWsbyU-cnXvJzRPSiFgRy9NvBPc3eDRIsj62n35zqgu_xqBjpb227G8h4TKsSP_afkl9tknleOFakHDhNlY/s200/gallery_php.jpeg" border="0" /> <div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Honestly, little did I know theres a movie on this title. She said another colleague of her told her that the story is interesting. The timing was right. I need a break and automatically said yes to her. We went to Alamanda Putrajaya and watched it at GSC. Something really got into me that day that I accepted the invitation. It was the second time in my life I went for a Malay Movie. The first was Cinta Kolestrol long time ago with my cousin. But this time it was special because I went to see 'Budak Kelantan' straight from work on a Friday in a Baju Kurung. Can you imagine? I totally forgot about my appearance. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Anyhow, I did enjoy myself. Not so much of the storyline or what but the fact that I got to listen to Kelantanese dialect in a whole movie and am proud of the language uttered. Seriously. Being a Kelantanese myself and been residing in KL since 1983, some of the words used in the movie remininced me of my growing up days in Kuala Krai and Kota Bharu. Nowadays, we still speak Kelantanese, of course, but not all words. For example, the word run or 'lari', we used to say 'ungga' but now we seldom use the word, instead we said, 'lari' as well. And many more. I smiled and laughed a lot merely listening to the words spoken. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">For the review of the story, please go to this link. Funny thing is that its written in both Kelantanese dialect and English version. See if you can understand the Kelantanese version, found it while browsing. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://miloskilos.wordpress.com/2008/11/02/budak-kelantan-my-review/">http://miloskilos.wordpress.com/2008/11/02/budak-kelantan-my-review/</a></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">All in all, I rate the movie as 3.5 out of 5. Reason: Not all Kelantanese are as depicted in the movie. It is definitely not representative, just a scenario of one group. Should highlight those successful ones too. In that movie, the successful ones are graduates of UM but with no permanent job and selling burger and drinks by the roadside. Can do better actually... he he.. Not to forget, the dikir barat songs, so nostalgic,with photos of the places enroute KB-KL. Anyhow, it was a good and entertaining movie. I forget my unhappiness on that day. Hopefully theres a sequel to the film. Well done.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Kalambicara is still smiling recalling Jaha's conversation with Buchek when they first met :)</div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-8332140952028030422008-10-31T10:39:00.004+08:002008-10-31T12:53:30.609+08:00Aaaarrrggghhh!!!<div align="justify">Today, on my way to office, while driving, I was screaming my heart out. Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh!!! </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Reasons:</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />1. Along the route, at different locations, I came across three proton saga cars crawling worst than tortoises in a fast lane. One was talking on a handphone. Another was smoking with one hand out, shaking off the ashes of the cigarette butt on and off. The final one was just sight seeing I guess cos' there were no cars at all in front of him, and he was taking the damn sweet time observing the scenery along the road, in a fast lane and couldn't care less about me tailing! My question: Why these type of human beings drive a Proton Saga? It enhances the bad reputation of the brand name whereas the driver(s) should be at fault. Sigh.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />2. I got 6 messages coming in my handphone while driving and a few calls non stop ringing. Hello, I am driving and will never slow down to read messages or answer to calls and I do not like to wear a handsfree, can't stand the little speakers in my ears. Also, even if I on the speaker, I can't really hear well (my music is at full blast, of course!) and I do not want to look like an insane driver, speaking to oneself (though I do not mind singing out loud, tapping my fingers on the steering, tapping my feet on the pedal and/or shaking my head left and right while driving). Hey, its my principles ok? Unless, if the hp keeps on ringing like a zillion times, then I will signal and stop by the roadside. On top of it all, my blackberry too was non stop buzzing and the red signals keep blinking, meaning emails or messsages are coming in, non-stop. Aiyo... so tension ma... tak sampai office lagi, baru pukul 8.55 am dah ada 23 emails and needed my response. Phew!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />3. I was thinking hard of the departmental KPI (Key Performance Indicators) and its evaluation next week. I have solid justifications for two of the eight initiatives that was rated a bit low but for me to say it out loud during the evaluation session will affect the well being of my superiors. Some of the delays were due to changes after changes and finally back to the first one, without taking into consideration on time. Time is the essence. The undecisiveness and 'not that great decisions' (don't want to say lousy, though it actually is 'lousy decisions') affect my departmental performance. And, worst still, I have to answer and rebutt, me...moi... ok!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />4. One of my staff is giving me problems. I found out that a few things were not done accordingly. I do not see the urgency in accomplishing work. A few completed tasks were later found incomplete, wrong, not as briefed (though I saw notes were taken during the briefing) and the list goes on. I had spoken to this staff, not once but thrice... and still I found the errors. What more, tasks assigned to this staff, was never submitted on time. Procrastinate or forgetful or plain novice of what deadline is? Looks like I need to slowtalk again... but till when... tak reti2 ke... tak faham, tak tahu...tanye laa. As a result of this staff incapabilities and not meeting my standards (he he I ada benchmark and expectations of my team), another staff keep complaining to me because this person got to redo the other persons wrongdoings or uncomplete tasks or merely plain rechecking, out of curiousity after a few errors found. Marah la yg sorang ni. And, telinga mak ni dah tak larat nak dengar...tu yg mak pikir-pikir sampai menjerit sekuat hati dlm keter tuh. Adus!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />5. I plan to go for a 3D2N holiday in Singapore this December. Imagine, my last trip there was in 1990! Need to book Tiger Airways asap if I am really going. But I am contemplating now. I have always wanted to go to New Zealand (NZ). And now, NZ dollar is lower than Singapore Dollar, pikir2 its better to go to NZ. Accomomodation, I have a friend doing PhD there and she keeps pestering me to visit her. Now I am confused. This year I only managed to go to Bali, Cherating and Tioman Island. On top of this all, last night I rasa terpanggil seruan Ilahi... so rasa nak gi Mekah. Seriously. Am not kidding. Never felt this before. A few days ago pun dah rasa and had told Flower Girl about it. Now ni musim haji and a few of my relatives and friends are going. Lagi terasa lak. Dok jalan2 seantero dunia, Mekah tak penah pegi lagi..huhuhu. Feel so bad pulak. Kalau mum tau, sure lagi dia nasi tambah, he he he. So camner, am a bit confused now. Last2 ni, sure tak ke mana2. To umrah, kena lepas musim haji nanti la... tahun depan la Insyaallah. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><p align="justify">Alamak! Panjang la pulak posting ni jadik. Dari nak lepas geram je, konon satu para je... thats normal me la... in fact, kalau dibiarkan I can go on writing everything that is in my head now. Ni pun banyak I control macho dan tapis, buat mental screening. Kalau tidak satu dunia akan mengenali isi perut ku...mua ha ha ha.<br /><br />Feel good now... Out of my chest dah, lega sikit. Masalah tu tetap ada, but sekurang-kurangnya I tak rasa tertekan sangat. Insyaallah I can manage and handle with care. Selalunya fitrah Kalambicara ni, risau je lebih, lepas tu kacang je... bak kata one of my seniors and roommate (for three semesters) masa belajar dulu, "You ni suka je risau, suka je nyusahkan diri, benda tak der ape. Lepas tu semuanya you boleh solve nanti. Tak faham I!" Yes, Kak Ju (Juliana Omar, formerly with Bernama, now with Petronas), I ingat tu. :)<br /><br />Kalambicara is sigining off with high hopes that all will be settled and overcomed smoothly, Insyaallah.<br /></p>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-4463136806910872682008-10-29T04:23:00.000+08:002008-10-29T04:23:00.542+08:00Thats it!<div align="justify">Like I mentioned in my first blog dated 1 Oct 2007, I am known among friends at previous workplace as the "Lady of Principle" and friends during MBA days used to call me, "Miss Powerhouse" and these two names are synonym with me for quite some time. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />My point... today I uphold these two names with dignity. Pantang I ialah bila seseorang tu boleh kata I macam-macam which are not true and exaggerated, straight to my face or behind my back, and I got to know it... jangan harap I boleh ketawa2 lagi dengan orang tu...Worst still, if that person(s) can tegur2 and talk to me like nothing happened before.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />I am no hypocrite. How can I joke, have fun or even eat and be merry with you when earlier you said things so much about me. I know this is not about me personally but still it affects me and my well being. I will not forget. The wound maybe will heal but the scar will always be there. I reiterate: I can never forget. Can never erase it from my thoughts. It will be embedded in my mind. Yes, I am hurt. And, I will not forget those untrue things that you said to me especially on my work performance. Hello... how do you measure? I do not want to blame you but I do have all the justifications, reasons and evidences. Dare you tell lies...!</div><p align="justify">As a result to all these hulaboo... I just cannot make myself smile with you anymore, let alone to talk about things other than work. So, I made up my mind, not to join lunch as organised today. Honestly, I do not know the purpose of this luncheon, it was quite abrupt and out of the blues. Whatever, I just do not have the heart to go, thats all. Period. I have come to the point already. No regrets. No turning back. Come what may...<br /><br />Kalambicara is a bit upset with some matters and words expressed by some people today...gtg<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-9291318625350212722008-10-14T19:39:00.000+08:002008-10-17T13:13:46.750+08:00Dingin - Ziana Zain<em>Dingin malam yang menyelubungi<br />Hening sayu dalam hati<br />Berbicara bersendirian<br /><br />Ku rasa resah<br />Selama dibuai rindu<br />Pada cinta yang terlalu<br />Terpendam di dalam khayalan<br /><br />Kan ku leraikan impian indah<br />KepadaNya ku berserah<br />Mungkin tak daya<br />Ku tawan cinta yang sama<br /><br />*chorus<br />Dinginnya getaran asmara<br />Sentuhan mula bermadah<br />Ku tak bisa juarai<br />Jiwa yang ku tak punya<br /><br />Dinginnya bila kau berkata<br />Ruang buat ku tiada<br />Memoriku gengamilah<br />Biarkan aku beralah<br /><br />Dalam hatiku tiada dendam<br />Walau impian semalam<br />Masih mekar dalam ingatan<br /><br />Kan ku leraikan impian indah<br />KepadaNya ku berserah<br />Mungkin tak daya<br />Ku tawan cinta yang sama<br /><br />oo hooo ooooo…</em><br /><em><br /></em>Kalambicara is suddenly feeling so cold... gtg now :(kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-15233867239816039862008-10-13T20:15:00.000+08:002008-10-13T20:41:10.834+08:00Think & Act Like A CEO<div align="justify">This morning we had our weekly Operations Meeting. Due to the Raya holidays and all, we did not have the meeting for the last two weeks.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />This meeting was chaired by the CEO himself and attended by all Heads of Departments (HODs) in our organisation. The main objective of this meeting is actually to allow HODs to bring up any issue direct to CEO's immediate attention and get the solution or feedback there and then. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Anyway, a meeting is a meeting lah.... so I guess you all know the process of a meeting. Am not going through the details here. Just that there was this one statement that I could not forget. The CEO said that we all, HODs, <strong>have to think and act like a CEO</strong>. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />At that very moment, I smiled. Can I also earn an income like a CEO? How I wish...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Back at work after the meeting, I publicised one book available at KRC (Knowledge Resource Centre) via email to all members of the management. The title is 'Speak Like A CEO' by Suzanne Bates. Not long after, someone came to KRC and borrowed the book. Good. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Kalambicara is still smiling recalling the positive effect of the CEO's remarks.</div><div align="justify"></div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-77106850696142302932008-10-11T21:04:00.000+08:002008-10-13T13:19:30.887+08:00Its My Day!<div align="justify">Today, 11 October, is my birthday, my day.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />I started receiving birthday wishes since the last three days. Thanks a zillion to all for the wonderful thoughts. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />So, what did I do on my day? Well, with my mum and sisters, we went to Mid Valley and The Gardens. I called this visit to shopping complex as my retail theraphy. It was really healing and I truly enjoyed and never had enough. Met my brother and his wife there and together we window shopped and had lunch. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />My initial intention was to get a handbag, a perfume and a new facial care set. I have set the brand that I wanted. Anyway, am not going to reveal them here. My current Lollipop handbag is almost seasoned. My current perfume, Aigner Black by Etienne Aigner is almost at its last drop. So is my Glamourous by Britner Spears. And, lastly I need to act fast on the pores and wrinkles on my almost sagging face! :) Doesn't it look like I really need all these items? I do, right?</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Talking about treating myself, in the end, I bought nothing. Reason, the brand of the handbag that I aimed for was not there. Have to go to either KLCC or Pavillion. As for the perfume and the facial care set, I was so frustrated when I compared the prices there with the ones I saw at the duty free in KLIA. I should have bought them during the promotion at KLIA before boarding the flight to KB during the recent Raya. Arrrggghhh!! Not only the prices differ, but the extras given in the package was so much attractive. So, being quite thrifty nowadays (as the economy too is on the downturn - blame it there!), I decided not to embark yet. Maybe I will wait till the Christmas Sale soon or on my next trip somewhere. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />After Mid Valley and The Gardens, we went to an auntie's house in Putra Heights for a Raya gathering. Oh well... found the nasi dagang now... my auntie made nasi dagang with gulai ikan tongkol, kerutup ayam and gulai udang. Also theres nasi impit and kuah kacang and laksa. Yum yum yummy... </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />All in all, thats how I spent my day, nothing extraordinary this time but had a great time with my family. Btw, I am not sad or down or feeling emotional or lousy today. I am okay. Maybe this age is coming to me already, he he he. Accepting the fact of life, thankful to Allah swt that I am still alive and kicking. I am not upset even when I did not receive the one wish that I was earlier hoping for. It was understandable and I had already anticipated it. So, no hard feelings at all. I am happy. I had a simple day but a great one, today, on my birthday, with my loved ones i.e members of my family. Alhamdulillah. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Kalambicara is signing off while humming "Happy Birthday to me...happy birthday to me...!"</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-85843689614962367482008-10-10T19:23:00.000+08:002008-10-14T18:40:33.863+08:00Ceria Beraya<div align="justify">Its now ten days of Syawal and many are still in the Raya mood. Me, still not had enough of the Raya food. Till now, I have not tasted the Lontong and Lodeh, Soto, Nasi Dagang, and the like yet. We celebrated the first three days of Raya here in KL and another three days in KB. We went back to KB not so much for celebrating Raya but more to celebrate a cousin's wedding i.e my Aunite Mo second son's wedding.<br /><br />As I was still working on the eve of Raya, so not much baking was done this time around. I managed to bake only three types of cookies namely Biskut Mazola, Choc Chip Cookies and White London Almond, as compared to my usual six or seven types. For cakes, I baked one fruit cake, one orange cake and plenty of cupcakes with butter frosting. I only bought some pineapple and roselle tarts and some 'kuih batang buruk'. I did received a few containers of cookies from some business contacts as well, so that added to a few varieties on the coffee table. Oh btw I also prepared some toffee from the recipe given by Villas, my colleague. It was quite a favourite among those with sweet tooth. My mum made Nasi Hujan Panas (colourful rice) with Ayam Masak Merah, Dalca, Acar Mentah, Sambal and Kerutup Daging. Best giler! Also theres my mum's specialty and all time family favourite, the <em>ketupat pulut kacang in daun palas</em>. In addition, we bought some lemang and beef rendang. But, I forgot to snap photos of these food on the main table...hu hu...too busy entertaining...<br /><br />Anyway, see the photos below for some of our Raya and wedding celebrations both in KL and KB this Syawal 1429H... </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><br />My mum, me, my uncle and his wife, at my house.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256953029864085170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jFbsNNjVxiRDImEOPRwtEvu6z5AIm_xBL-pzeCrATOKCyQg0kMYr3aeYTZ9PJHJQBEzHWINReuk269W3BPbUNMa61-M9kG8inV4N5iC7a0pvSR7smKdd_FVJEUFtXU8-RIDRjR0OC1E/s200/PA010777.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center">Replenishing the cupcakes, the hottest kuih raya...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnEx8is_IAToB5F5_J0473Zo-jf0V8XT6mH_Pc6Hvv_IwXQ5RculqLz4hYJcrquch1dJebv70aIk-5-tiP14qDwb0p_UpYNmb36wNipwNRus_ylV0fCWUbaQUaoG_Ikb0J7JfC3pRNIXY/s1600-h/PA010768.JPG"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255510886225218466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYrtooOKmHHTk7OECpHAXw1bOiVhNEi8wIJmDNSaDyVfTYziqPh1rzU4w8mtMJgvZmudimrbIHTlTJiRVtvjQhkYzE8L7U_YgMoaQ_NQ1LU7hii14OfJSaRHtQv6LRr-cj0pXSVVneOk/s200/PA010768.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">With my uncle and cousin, all born in the same year!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255510886461217394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFXI6KgP8RKkUDqfAHOF2tiUPhjYsEDDLIMLpCMnfWGf8HC0iObkDKjo1mpcs6r3QG1Z71dvzKOb4zdzLYhppLHHaGgff6j4BCj4KqbWaIXYh97QNhyphenhyphen4c1HYXR0PCCvplTuVXBo1ec61Q/s200/PA040879.JPG" border="0" />My mum (leaning against the wall), my sis, my aunties and a cousin.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255510892935092738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlKuJAGdlxFjeHlyxH8B2XDodsFv5U2jgHsMEFLL3inoGM4FGd1fQTJ__qbpzr8Q9OKeC_24PokGI3Sel-seVT7BH9hbrTq6nffSk6owaq58FVE4AgT2ES3UooF9HDqAjVkiJn2JnYp8/s200/PA050954.JPG" border="0" /><br />The bride and groom (my cousin, Nik Nadzmen), at the bride's house.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255508521999006994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVN5p1n3nHC6s5otqmdt6lHRGZF216m4HBzKavHoNRV8JQwMs3hkrdoaKLYnrz_lOHrsVSP-FG2D5h2pko45B1WCT460AZ_kz1-BHbXMlh_eRPkOjAECw1UjckutCTK74Pm_I9dHVX-s/s200/PA040871.JPG" border="0" />The newly wed, again, at the groom's house.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255508522815354050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYANLrS-BX8t8oie0Fq4mI3NUThISe3xNetR4WsaivszPXlZL9YWEdWnGVCXEddQuUjmwQ7NtN9UclDrP6aC354XFh8BITMbD1S6yBzHiYCw6pu3jLSM-dYv4c_rVA0EjHmXfU3W4jXp4/s200/PA050956.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">From the groom to the bride.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255508523897609170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitTqX763WZ7kJvUwEY3FxSvm9Ko2BExh4LKjOzUVxKzBoJwvUZGs2mZW1k1VsHQOstzZkryZ-tEDb2tZyDrM3YkCB0Ijjxdee2XcPOMBvjoqqgl7CMywxwP_VxD9UaPdZtpHcgXWsq_zA/s200/PA040868.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">From the bride to the groom.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255508529671973378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHO7IzW2hobyHmGOdIBrJkJiscpGCI5tLts8fyeqwfdJokV67-2LtkStkt24EWWK5izrVmD2F6dpsckNXbAYJqYCP_2OktxvmTNKH7pzv6ajG0vAU6DEYm8sreufRoRWuw7MOFPa2_d_o/s200/PA040869.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center">My mum, my sisters, my aunties, my cousins & an uncle, at the groom's house(my auntie's house) in Pasir Mas. Shes in white tudung.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255508531956279762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKm05vTZPj6lq4IqL5043U-3VfpYiNCJmze4SUnzkHF1vv3-Wno4H-jS9mwh8ih_ZsX09eo0kCMhnE8sZqWYS9bBY6BeAVd7cRRzfoJOqEmkEqe5Af_vwqjdNmHnYGr1HeWmgoxepbWhs/s200/PA050973.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">My sis, my uncle and my cousin at my house... Namastee!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255506461457308306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVtblTsy_-YGmYMcLEypxDzSw5QEpJilRmSZatQA6iOo2pS-DC_VKBi14xqIny9CrsjYO7PQBdJGqHwT9Flb90inWAWlvAm9_wbze3c2AikVe93D2j-UChrJbx4lahj2Lgew3FCi7ks4w/s200/PA010760.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center">My mum's famous sweet ketupat pulut with black eye peas </div><div align="center">(before being wrapped in daun palas).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256953033961340706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzETFVU_JcncSPVOb4p6KBO2SReJQG9MSuTH4Om2sW4FDHhDbv6xp1zJ9bQTBrh8wIHSE-msnbge7WkUNmsBXC652tSWoUso9B3kHSGkIqCLUHN5IsWaI4Qj_HBQsGTzny2rD7JE-16I/s200/P9300740.JPG" border="0" />The ketupat pulut after being wrapped, ready for steaming.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255506466045887666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHpFUKnLpNUB_BP3u5LepD8Sqnn_Og1pFWKIj9p09tYJ_sAoS_8-v3NQ7jGwb34zDdHdF8bNMBo7seC5PRH4vj93q2B1tMoMGM5RinN1HeZDUMa9JbbR68jhqiz0wAVHNyG3InpJjyAhw/s200/P9300739.JPG" border="0" /> The dessert on the coffee table...</div><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255506480220082994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhronHSrHv0ttAGxjBvL5RFHuX8f7kks_uYfzVGYcNwhyC8S3mxW-GOnDsKMdNPXXKCw3h7az-Y7jEHy8KFCRN_zrG_zTX6kCG2ahwnOZdljoqTP_1MVziiAFNccVGTR4yqYRyHlTtLoC4/s200/PA010769.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center">With my cousin, Farha, at my house.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255506481081144706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDiwZtyI95xb7MOIeP-ykWSYjbhPA_tkhBQgLRMhCN0cemP17QhKe6_tRXlK6ljB-lkVSgm9XDxDtOYpQk7ctrHSX9ncWTNgPIX4HX5a4QulwEB5-Hcorx_3YzQoe7nX8Bo8vN9EUvOg/s200/PA010780.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Photos below are some 'kuih raya' that I made i.e self made, home made...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Choc Chip Cookies<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255503689844710242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8AMlRz2GOh6CeEbatLOy81j2eRRYih5bsTe-0vPyHdOERIyr5ugd6Xsg9JAjmSNgGzeHaeAjEi5HzRvPsUMVxSh-sLJeGMMe3trij3GYDEfa4gl3JYqet9Q_VdI_rfgrcqLCxQfKTrU/s200/27092008.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Biskut Mazola<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255499084371574178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQOlIMT7-yAvgstsLnSVDLfZZwbPIJ3DxgW-VtNpSQw7j0nDjplb4LSBqQwxW_RQ_TDRbV5Zv0FXAiXa4jZQPitGE0BRTMr-RSEdaXQ6zUECgdGXBa14OGA61rlYKuKWBJY8ncj1Rh3w/s200/28092008(001).jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Cupcakes<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255499085884509922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpE3az6tiQ43Z6mPwg7tECm9grOx9kWTZX6J97OOn986D_Cm28DTeVevCTwJxThVMiHWwuuIRxXmmT4NYrAyq3LgP5wDP8fhr08h6o95biXpreRPt_nV9OfQWTt_dQmae5QVeE18j9bxI/s200/01102008(003).jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Slices of Orange Cake<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255499082941083250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZgzq5cmvwetenQGiwhMEdlBpPLwIOvNgmKm2Ahmpw5CV3unUEIqVZ4AO6XYYihN0tIIVaBcOBMwXrLYlStfjS68IAW2-t1vGm9pjsnteIV1_I_e_IiQv6v1vAKur8Qp4mA6Hv4KsYQA/s200/01102008(006).jpg" width="200" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Slices of Fruit Cake<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255499086966790786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHADsq33ZySzwdngj1Y14ICleQ7kuIGd4WiAEuWz7jHrsGbdst8VoHMui5MUnRKUL0jHfCjVEEtkXu0vRQ6PIwmCpLi2eQS_xQ2DYObDpkfclj4bFrCPq6yci7J51LOJyFwTYAQz7yjo/s200/01102008(005).jpg" border="0" /> </div><div align="center">Toffee <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255499088480902242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-N1Kv0-6YR6e9mk-I1BseB6dBtbk4LYZEP710lBKfYwa0fF5gYX6zAGplYaAYVS4SsEf2RJBr8PUtMqkeLgoSJdiM5UHDTJV233wMwZiDn7oQwcWBMR5k0ShP83w2n2HUJjt_HSowhC8/s200/01102008(004).jpg" border="0" /> <p align="justify">Well... thats how I celebrated 1st of Syawal 1429H. It was tiring, but I had fun, especially being together with my siblings and meeting relatives. Travelling with my siblings was full of laughter. Took a flight with mum back to KB and traveled back to KL in a car, another sis of mine took the flight with mum. It will be too tiring for mum to be in a car for more than 8 hours. All in all, the last Raya enhanced our bonding and love for each other. Hopefully, next raya will be even better. Insyaallah.</p><p align="justify">Kalambicara is happy and contented now... </p></div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-50528212230020112572008-10-01T21:07:00.000+08:002008-10-01T21:36:34.161+08:00Salam Aidil Fitri 1429H<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiYDbc2wnb0D15_1b5VJD3kizNPTS-40Y9_Avfp_8DYn-_s04I6eprJZV5B2D1dJD_wOv8uX5E4Bd1sRegd8hUFWs6eNgOUX045e17E-Oqcw72tFcqtWLdYJQ-7kibEA47OSWzWmX-7Y/s1600-h/ketupat+cupcakes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252172283781167714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="74" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0U7q4EjJ6Mf4E7WZhORvtJ2L7cNLQyL6l1GULXUp_xMhvKae_jUH7O2wSWE2hNBsmhhTtWXUz55LVmApc92Ev75L7ZBCg0nrY7azIih7xOo5QDTMP1cskDNukVFqB_7BTFGkDX-cZwoo/s200/Ketupat+raya+card.jpg" width="124" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div></div><div></div><div>To all Muslim followers of my blog, heres wishing you "Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri and Maaf Zahir Batin". To the rest of the readers, "Happy Holidays".</div><br /><div></div><div><em>Andai ada tersilap bicara</em></div><div><em>Andai ada terkasar bahasa</em></div><div><em>Andai ada terguris rasa</em></div><div><em>Andai ada tercipta sengketa</em></div><div><em>Ampun dan maaf dipinta</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><div align="justify">May we all have a blessed and meaningful Eid this time around. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Salam Aidil Fitri from the bottom of my heart.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Kalambicara got to rush for some last minute prep...</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfiYDbc2wnb0D15_1b5VJD3kizNPTS-40Y9_Avfp_8DYn-_s04I6eprJZV5B2D1dJD_wOv8uX5E4Bd1sRegd8hUFWs6eNgOUX045e17E-Oqcw72tFcqtWLdYJQ-7kibEA47OSWzWmX-7Y/s1600-h/ketupat+cupcakes.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-14923423080816276732008-09-19T04:55:00.000+08:002008-09-20T10:06:28.840+08:00Seatbelt Attraction<div align="justify">I am always amazed with kids... especially those less than a year old. They will be interested in EVERYthing and will try hard to catch hold and bite... yes...BITE... to taste, maybe.<br /><br /></div>Pix below is my beloved nephew Hasif Zahin bin Roshidi. They were captured three months ago when I visited him in Kemaman. It happened in the car and I was at the passenger seat. Watch and read the storyline...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247597289649015746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMMlsB6VFeH-5DFqFPZGTfhlg38WRb-nfQSl9LEnbQzg3siAJ2iHVlxv9xpA77lm1wHpEHwd75brUGudmfcypGL5ApKmb3MqsOvwkZnw2my3U8EiXogCkP3MyEBQAWWk4B1M5qjUXO40Y/s200/04062008(002).jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">1. The seatbelt really mesmerised him, a temptation he could not resist...<br /></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247597404271266098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9OCNf0bWcX8Y3j0sQDsf-uhIQrJxjF75MVpcPLv9OLNJ3vki5OxvLrplbyWrGCjxvMaEFYmANNbUG8uGC2gPUstY_Kpmmb5SyOyC93I5JF8NtX9BsA_X46ZPt-eQ70MrjwIYwBUATVg8/s200/04062008(001).jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">2. "I got it, I got it... the taste is fine with me..." </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247597000383799314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRngqv8r2uJQjjOBym8F2CkpARFndWsuH8xqXNa-NVLRsye6Cqyjkwnq8qzkIoHG7RjyPWWvW1V1BrhWsh6vl_SOMnBZFWardsNpIHH0qdcfzggdDQkDzaFWMc7bG_W3OIjAbpExtk1hc/s200/04062008(004).jpg" border="0" /> 3. After being stopped by me... looking straight at me, nasib tak nangis! </p><p align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247596843989361266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTi6f25DoL9W20nyh7lz6zYo1bgjGjdvuGkSZCn-TpXivEWS34OyrevJ6IZXhnXB2BIcVpoAX6hFgYL3oTEfw3r_8yH9TjAes2xO37n64oLhLeNjRUMxwJg_KctgCB0cZOgXaYFVEJoIQ/s200/04062008(005).jpg" border="0" /> 4. And ... when I ignored him ... back to his attempt... very determined.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247596454203337826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxmsRYsPVC6rzs4FH4f-Pc51WgyP4TQQVZW3y8sqH8Pa-6PhFSHBOTfE7psNqOaPe2_pxjINs93mST2P7ddRsjSyQyT4kKphajVF3ekHYMcMMkC6Km_FEvF3qtPL0LLXMpObnXOtn1K0/s200/04062008(006).jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">5. "Yum..yum...yummy...! At last I have tasted it, the seatbelt!" </p><p align="justify">Well... thats my nephew... 7 months old at that time. Hopefully, he'll grow up to read this blog and laugh his heart out. But, will I still be around then?</p><p align="justify">Kalambicara signing off with a mixed feeling now...</p><p align="justify"></p><p></p><p></p>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-13294105068422687032008-09-19T03:59:00.000+08:002008-09-19T13:00:58.070+08:00Warisan<div align="justify">Actually, I do not like to talk about whats in the news nowadays. I do not see the news value or news worthiness there anymore. Not like newswriting before... Its not that I do not know whats happening in the country and around the world. I do. But from various other sources, not so much from the mainstream media.<br /><br />With whats happening in the country at present, I have this odd patriotic feeling. My mind goes way back during my orientation days decades ago in ITM, now UiTM. We were asked to sing this song over and over... and till now I can still recall the lyrics... and it really touch my heart every time I hum this song. For all ITM breeds out there, I guess you know this song well... The title, if I am not mistaken is Warisan:</div><div align="justify"></div><em><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">Anak kecil main api<br />Terbakar hatinya yang sepi<br />Air mata darah bercampur keringat<br />Bumi dipijak milik orang<br /><br />Nenek moyang kaya raya<br />Tergadai seluruh harta benda<br />Akibat sengketa sesamalah kita<br />Cinta lenyap di arus zaman<br /><br />Indahnya bumi kita ini<br />Warisan berkurun lamanya<br />Hasil mengalir ke tangan yang lain<br />Pribumi merintih sendiri<br /><br />Masa depan sungguh kelam<br />Kan lenyap peristiwa semalam<br />Tertutuplah hati terkunci mati<br />Maruah peribadi dah hilang<br /><br />Kini kita tinggal kuasa<br />Yang akan menentukan bangsa<br />Bersatulah hati bersama berbakti<br />Pulih kembali harga diri<br /><br />Kita sudah tiada masa<br />Bangunlah dengan maha perkasa<br />Janganlah terlalai teruskan usaha<br />Melayukan gagah di Nusantara (repeat 3x)</span></div><div align="justify"></span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Kalambicara is thinking, "How 'bersatu' are we now... to be 'gagah di nusantara'!"</div><div align="justify"></div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-24430767102738689772008-09-13T19:24:00.000+08:002008-09-14T17:41:51.647+08:00What is the time Mr. Tiger?<div align="justify"><br />Believe it or not, it’s almost 4.30 am on Sunday, 14 September 2008 and I am still wide awake, doing office work!<br /><br />As of now, I am not feeling sleepy yet. I guess I will wait till ‘sahur’ and the ‘subuh prayer’ before I take a rest. I am working using my laptop in front of the television downstairs. Upstairs, my sister, a final year Quantity Survey student, is wide awake too. She is finishing her thesis.<br /><br />Actually, there was no intention on my part to do work at wee hours like this. But, since my sis requested me to accompany her (so that there is another soul awake in this house and not her alone at this odd hours), and I do have unfinished tasks, so here I am, active like a bat eyeing for food before daylight comes. <br /><br />Earlier I was watching documentaries via the Astro channels, one after the other, until I got bored, thus switched to this laptop. And out of boredom too, drove me to updating this blog at present, between work.<br /><br />(I know the remarks my mum will make if she later realizes what I am doing at this time. Well, she will say, “<em>Jago male tengok tv ko, buak kejo ko, buleh pulok. Cubo kalu bangun dok baco Quran ko, semaye sunat gapo-gapo ko, lagi baik, tamboh bule-bule poso gini</em>…”) Obviously you will know that we are Kelantanese. <br /><br />Well, she has a point. Mum is always right… but….ermm… Never mind, I rest my case now. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Kalambicara needs to focus back on her work now…</div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-87988457281158043282008-09-12T04:45:00.000+08:002008-09-11T16:08:31.618+08:00Excruciating Pain or Pedih Menusuk Kalbu<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">For this particular post, I am writing in Bahasa Melayu (BM)... To those BM Experts out there, you may judge me and see how I score... </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Pernah terdetik tak di hati kalian satu perasaan yang sayu dan hiba? Sayu sehingga menusuk kalbu. Bukan satu kesedihan yang nyata. Cuma satu perasaan yang membuatkan diri, hati dan perasaan terasa amat sebak, sayu dan hiba...<br /><br /></em></div><div align="justify"><em>Sudah lama aku tidak mengalami perasaan sedemikian, tetapi malam tadi... perasaan itu menyinggah di hati dan sanubari... terasa benar... sehingga air mataku menitis membasahi pipi... tanpa disedari.<br /><br /></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em>Mungkin dek banyak perkara yang bermain di benak fikiranku... dan tiada yang dapat ku luahkan melainkan kepadaNya jua. Pilu... amat pilu ku rasakan. Perit pun ada. </em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Titisan air mata dan kesayuan yang ku alami itu benar-benar memberikan satu keinsafan. Elok juga perasaan itu melanda diri ini. Sekurang-kurangnya aku berpeluang berteleku dengan lebih khusyuk mengadapNya dan berserah. Ku bermuhasabah. Hanya Dia yang mengetahui segala yang berlaku dan bakal berlaku. </em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Perasaan sebegini datang tanpa dipinta. Dia jua yang menjadikan ku dilanda badai kepiluan dan kesyahduan sebegitu. Dia yang Maha Mengetahui. </em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><em>Aku pasrah. Aku redha. Aku sedar. Aku akur. Aku berserah...</em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Kalambicara needs to be alone now...</div></span>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-30901988082266945672008-08-12T12:26:00.000+08:002008-08-11T21:30:28.025+08:00Flashback - Bali<div align="justify">I went to Bali during the recent Vesak Holiday in May. Since some of my friends complained that my blog is lacking pictures, thus here I am posting just some of the photos taken in Bali. I tried not to put those that has been posted by some of my friends in their blogs or Friendster or Facebook...whatever. So here are some of them... Apologies for no captions... lazy laa... Let the pictures speak for themselves...</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233234019256799314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZicmeK5YymvOLvu24ihOfqIB9pRT1qJYH_S81ttQj1PZu8TlwoirDcsRAWwp7kui-vkq94xVYCxNPHG95UIn2EluNvYqG3Y5gnXpmLx-JK9gGKDeLZcvcXyZfpgVbSI3T591OeA7WB4A/s200/DSC03209.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjertZdWNLaXn6sX5zD-m_DF9kKeg6Agna62DxvnXUiB1XrC-juN1KORcCBQd-uuR9idg6S8iAqxEuKKK0lA6jrf5DAam9CeXwjtoLfH4p39rx3Wv78DLkyJQ7_6Wh0wKg850dR5aYut6Q/s1600-h/17052008(007).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233233187194964450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjertZdWNLaXn6sX5zD-m_DF9kKeg6Agna62DxvnXUiB1XrC-juN1KORcCBQd-uuR9idg6S8iAqxEuKKK0lA6jrf5DAam9CeXwjtoLfH4p39rx3Wv78DLkyJQ7_6Wh0wKg850dR5aYut6Q/s200/17052008(007).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqnbTh1dbZKmMVBDT_XoStg9DQ30KqHdC9S14rdepguHdi8KGQlZOhoNhWMJguvrVEoLpU6wgQgE0IUTH0nejQo611G0eA9ab9PhBmkMjbtivET2TNwfgE5rKwoRDUzWHudnfwLKdzws/s1600-h/17052008(002).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233232693595853490" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK5LRSF2T398_r20QNla0pqlRma78jU3PFpqleMpxoBuzZ9NSOdvW40KLW0SF1gMU_wIdCesPpP0CPeThJxG7Qkd4cYWz7uR2xLC7c1nNu-fbl3zpQJnupRB_zU4Ptw9s7VkXxTarSpqs/s200/P5170014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I think I like Bali. I fell in love with Ubud, love the scenery of the paddy fields on the way to Ubud, love the Pasar Ubud and all the merchandise there, love the art galleries along the road (bought a piece myself - an abstract), love the creativity of the Balinese and am so amazed at their crafting skills. Also, impressed with their devotion towards their beliefs. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Deep in my heart, I have made up my mind... I would like to go to Bali again and specifically to Ubud. I want to rent a villa with small stream and a private pool and to wake up in the morning with the fresh air from the greens of the paddy fields and picturesque view of the paddy terrace... and my other half hugging me in the open balcony... (phew! what a dreamer I am, eh?) </div><div align="justify"><br />Well, as they say... Life is but a dream... so a Dreamer I will be... :)</div><div></div><div><em><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">When I want you in my arms </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">When I want you and all your charms </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Whenever I want you, all I have to do is </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">When I feel blue in the night </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">And I need you to hold me tight </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Whenever I want you, all I have to do is </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Anytime night or day </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Only trouble is, gee whiz I'm dreamin' my life away </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I need you so that I could die </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I love you so and that is why </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Whenever I want you, all I have to do is </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam, dream, dream, dream Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam</span> </span></em></div><div></div><div><br />Arhh...! This Everly Brothers song spontaneously comes to my mind every time I dream... and I have been dreaming a lot lately... really got to wash my face lah! Wake up! Wake up! </div><div></div><div><br />Kalambicara has to quit now or else I will be embarassing myself here... </div></div></div></div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-41430674905220510082008-08-12T09:02:00.000+08:002008-08-11T21:32:57.687+08:00Beach of Paradise<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233207052683310978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNU0JeRKuNpIH9wpdMsG0TpH0-qiHGfqfvZBhN6F56rIJD2qAfPJ_Z8Yu4os2utAidg6A_4yBLggkyf4T8-S-XclGrhvZ6OLHWHmPPRbTz6oc0T3LHojqSeCpe4rCoxKVYq8AqL59UUCU/s320/443426468_d58dcefc45.jpg" border="0" /> <div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>I wish that I am on an island</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>All by myself</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Reading a good book</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>While lazing on a hammock</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>By the sea</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>With the soft breeze </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Blowing sweetly to my face</em></span> </div><div><em>The blue sky and cottony clouds</em></div><div><em>As the ceiling above me </em><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Soft white sand underneath my hammock</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>So velvety and plush </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>The sound of waves beating the shore</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Form music to my ears</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>A rhythm that soothe just like a lullaby</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>The crystal clear sea water</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>So shallow and transparent</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>I am contented... so joyous is my heart</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>My innersoul in great peace</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>O' what a wonderful feeling</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>At my Beach of Paradise</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Somewhere over the rainbow!</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">(Copyright Kalambicara!)</span></em><br /><br />O' how I wish this will never end...and I can go on dreaming and imagining... A picture so vivid... forming in my head and I know for sure... very sure... That I now really need a break!<br /><br />Kalambicara is just awaken from her day dreaming...huhu!</div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-69158733902417450482008-07-24T11:26:00.000+08:002008-07-24T18:06:31.995+08:00Half Year Review<div align="justify">O' How time flies... theres only one week i.e only seven (7) days left before we reach August. It makes me shivers, can feel it till my spines... thinking of the lost time... the one thing that you'll never get back when its gone. Ouch! What good have I done so far in 2008? Am thinking of any great achievement... ada la ...kut... very minor...kut...entah!<br /><br />I do not wish to take work achivement into consideration here. Am thinking so much of self achievement. For myself, as an individual, a person, a human being, a living thing. Sigh...<br /><br />It seems like I am not doing much for myself. Not really taking good care of my well being, my health, my diet, etc. I have been procrastinating a lot, day dreaming a lot, sleeping a lot (kononnya over problems), eating a lot (kononnya sbb stress)... O' gosh, scarry nyer bila pikir.<br /><br />I know its never too late to start things over, after all whats passed is past laa... Aarrggghhh! ... Never mind... Am not going to reminince about all these. What I need now is to do some alignment and balancing acts as soon as possible and get all things on me running smoothly, without any more hiccups. These include some of my resolutions made (in my head) early of the year. I really have to do these, or else I will regret later. I know this for sure.<br /></div><div align="justify"><br />Else... ok lah... Family - very supportive and loving mum and great siblings (yg kdg suka jugak buli this Kak Long...sabor je la) with a little bit of ups and downs, thats normal la and it makes us getting closer... Friends - nasib baik ada geng lulur and a flower girl yg forever entertaining and making me feeling forever young, and also one who is ever willing to lend me the ears...(ye ker willing eh?). Come to think of all these, my life is good actually! Thanks all dearly... muuaaahhss!<br /><br />Guess right now... another five more months to go before accomplishing my mission for year 2008, I really have to take things seriously and do things accordingly and timely. If not, I will go kaput! One thing for sure, instead of roaming like a tiger (thats what my siblings said) many a times, I need to laugh and smile a lot too... (Sometimes I look solemn and down...not pretty, eh?)</div><div align="justify"><br />Ok ok.... Kalambicara got to go now to practice facial expressions in front of a mirror! Mua ha ha ha !</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-63566396624232766682008-07-12T12:52:00.000+08:002008-07-11T22:27:11.384+08:00Hello Again!<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">I know I have not been posting anything here for almost three months now... Whether you want to know the reasons (or rather, my excuses) or not, I hereby am listing them down anyway:</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">1. I was too occupied with work... so many things to accomplish and so many deadlines to meet.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">2. I was in a confused state of mind, thinking so much of some personal matters, especially those that touched my heart.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">3. I was assigned an additional task, as Project Manager for the Corporate Annual Report 2007 and was given two (2) months to accomplish... thus, becoming more occupied. (The printed copies of the Annual Report was delivered as scheduled - 18 June 2008. The next day, five copies were delivered to MOF. Phew! On time la!)</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">4. I was waiting for the right mood... it just did not come! (ya right?!)<br /><br />5. I had so many ideas, and pictures captured for blogging purposes... but too tired to write creatively. (forever tired maa!)</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">6. I keep procrastinating... tonight... no, tomorrow night... and so on... all due to my mental tiredness after hard day's work.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">7. Matters of the heart affected my brain... making me a lazy thinker...</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">8. Matters of the heart ... again... made me staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, for so many nights... till I fell asleep. (pure laziness, actually eh?)</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">9. Busy at work, implementing all the planned activities, ensuring that the centre is up and running smooth and efficiently.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">10. So many meetings attended, day after day, that the only time to really work was at night, either at home or at the office.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">11. My planned vacation to Bali... was great and forgotten about everything else. </span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">12. Busy browsing, doing research for my PhD proposal, keep changing the topic before finally endorsing one and agreed by supervisor. Alas, submitted last month..(am now waiting for August's review session - dgn penuh debaran). (Honestly, with the workload and all, it was a miracle to accomplish even a proposal. I donno how, in the coming years, with the research to be done...citations to be compiled, etc... I will definitely become bonkers, if not zombie!)</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">13. The Sirim ISMS Audit... phew...another meticulous departmental tasks to accomplish and to be prepared, mental and physical.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">14. Another vacation, with family, to Cherating/Kemaman... but was bombarded with a zillion calls, sms and emails from office (especially the COO himself...aarrrgggghhh!!!)</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">15. Again... no mood to write...though many ideas triggered my mind... (Plain malas le!)</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">16. Procrastinate, procrastinate and procrastinate... sampai dah jadi habit till now... (baru sedar konon!)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="justify"><br />17. Mid Year KPI Review Session and target setting... (another headache, another rush!)</div><div align="justify"> <br />18. Doing extra work for extra income i.e proofread a book for the National Department for Culture and Arts, Ministry of Culture, Arts and Heritage entitled "Joget Pahang Gamelan Melayu - The Classical Essemble of the Pahang Royal Court) (Like I do not have enough work to do eh? But, hey, got extra income maa...thank God that I let go lecturing this year...)</span></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Well... the list can go on... merely excuses kan? Hmmm... today somehow or rather... I feel the urge to write... especially when the ISMS Audit Closing Meeting was over at 5.00 pm today. Me, felt so contented and proud of the company as well. Was so happy when the Lead Auditor announced in the boardroom as below:</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"Ladies and gentlemen, With no NCR recorded, we, representing SIRIM QAS International, hereby recommend CyberSecurity Malaysia be awarded with the ISO/IEC 27001:2005 Certification..."</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The announcement was followed by a big applause from all of us, members of the management. We are happy. It was tough. In fact, though we were the second company in the country to be awarded with this certification, we actually beat the first company if compared by the number of staffing that we have. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Frankly, adhering to ISMS (Information Security Management System) is not an easy task but we managed, though with some rooms for improvement. So, till next year's surveillance audit, we will try our best to maintain and improve all our processes, policies and uphold our dignity in our quest to 'secure our cyberspace'. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Bravo to all, especially to the SMBP (Security Management and Best Practices) team for making it happened. Also to my team, for all the hardwork and effort put, keep it up KRCians!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Enough for now... Kalambicara is signing off smilingly...over and out.</span></div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-85192649386251744962008-04-22T10:50:00.000+08:002008-04-21T20:03:59.242+08:00Believe so...Someone close to you is so depressed.<br /><br />Someone close to you is feeling so down.<br /><br />What do you say to that someone?<br /><br />How do you console them?<br /><br />That its just one of the challenges of life...<br /><br />That Allah swt. is testing us...<br /><br />That we have to be more patience...<br /><br />That we have to be strong...<br /> <br />That we have to hold tightly to our belief...<br /><br />That we have to reinforce and enrich our time with Allah swt. ...<br /><br />That we have to have faith in Allah swt. ...<br /><br />What else do we say to that someone? <br /><br />People know all these. Just that they tend to forget ... or lose hope?<br /><br />Should we? I don't think so. <br /><br />Hope is all that we have.<br /><br />Hope is 'the one thing' that we have to hold dear too... in all circumstances<br /><br />I believe we have to trust Allah swt. for HE knows what is in store for us....<br /><br />Have trust. Have faith. For Allah swt. is there for us, all the time, good or bad.<br /><br />Thats the best I can say. Guess you have to believe so too... <br /><br />Insyaallah you will feel good. Insyaallah you will feel great. <br /><br />The feeling of depression ... its all in our thoughts. You can control them. I believe so.<br /><br />Everything happens for a reason. We all know this. But, like myself too, we need to stop and think...<br /><br />Not to think of what the reason is... thats beyond our mind...<br /><br />But, to believe that theres a reason why things happened ... believe that something good, something worth waiting for, is there for you... we never know... nobody knows... (Of course Allah swt knows) ... until it happens. So no question. Just believe so. Period. <br /><br />Kalambicara needs some time to be with Allah swt. ...kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-81243618137712391402008-04-19T12:20:00.000+08:002008-04-21T18:23:16.658+08:00Life is a Gift<span style="color:#33ff33;"><em><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Today before you think of saying an unkind word<br />Think of someone who can't speak.<br /><br />Today before you complain about life<br />Think of someone who went too early to heaven.<br /><br />And when you are tired and complain about your job<br />Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.<br /><br />But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another<br />Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.<br /><br />And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down<br />Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around.<br /><br />Life is a gift, Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, And fulfill it.</span></em></em><br /></span><div align="justify"><br />I like the wordings above. They were meant to cheer me up... to think positively and to avoid myself from going bonkers! :)<br /><br />Kalambicara is ending today's post with the quote below: </div><div align="justify"><br />DO NOT ADJUST YOUR GOALS TO BRING THEM IN LINE WITH YOUR LIFE. </div><div align="justify">ADJUST YOUR LIFE TO BRING YOU IN LINE WITH YOUR GOALS.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />Till then...</div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-7083382157340545502008-04-12T11:40:00.000+08:002008-04-11T20:45:13.681+08:00Theres a reason...<div align="justify">I know that I have not been posting anything here for almost a month now. Earlier, I was not in my right mind... A few things were complicating my mind and it affected by body and soul. It was hard controlling oneself, holding tightly, so as not to be blown off ... but after much ado, (soul searching, lots of thinking, muhasabah diri and all), I survived, though razor thin... sigh. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I had given enough time to understand situations and learn to accept people as they are (not as what you expected, wanted them to be or to change them to your standards set, etc) and to accept the fact that all incidents happened with a reason. Its the Almighty's way of testing oneself, your endurance, courage, faith and above all, because the Almighty loves you and do not want you to be drifted further... It is also the Almighty's way to ensure that one is on the right track...I believe so. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Anyway, put that aside, I am back. Am feeling good. Am enjoying what I am doing so far... Reading has always been my passion, what more when I now have the opportunity to work in an environment surrounded by reading materials - books, journals, magazines... and books too (both physical and virtual) being the core services of my department. I truly like...</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Today, my close confidante at work left the company, for good. I am supposed to feel sad, but I don't. Not really. I refused to bid farewell to her, though we took a moment to hug each other and giggling while doing so. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Both of us understood that from tomorrow onwards, we will not be working together in this same organisation. Thats all. We are not parting and going away from each other. We might not see each other everyday, but theres always the means of communication. We live in a borderless world. Thus, nothing is impossible and theres no reason not to communicate or not keeping in touch. I know we will still share secrets and all and had already set a date for our next outing, so theres no reason for me to seriously bid farewell.<br /></div><div align="justify"><br />Yes, I do miss her, already... missed sharing stories and confiding matters to each other, but that gives me a chance to compile and to add more spices so that our next communication session will be much heated up... So, till then ... Azila Alya Dahalan... I know you are such a courageous lady, and I believe that you can easily overcome all, through thick and thin, walk tall and glory will be yours, soon. Remember, La Tahzan and semua yang berlaku ada hikmahnya. Insyaallah. </div><div align="justify"></div><br />Kalambicara signing off for now...kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098987825510388377.post-34076054623091368072008-03-12T14:26:00.000+08:002008-03-16T02:06:59.838+08:00Away but near...<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Got this via sms at 8.17 pm tonight... </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><em>"Friendship is being together in good and bad times, being honest with yourself and each other, respecting the truth and never pretending, and understanding that it is complete accepting to the other person just the way they are. Friendship is missing the other person when they are away but remaining near in heart forever..."<br /></em></div><div align="justify"><br />Thanks for the wonderful thoughts...</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Am reminincing the precious moments and wondering ... (the song 'When will I see you again' by The Three Degrees is suddenly playing in my head so clearly that my vision is now blurry...)</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Kalambicara is sad and needs to bring herself together before it gets worst...</div>kalambicarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12492686951409361078noreply@blogger.com2