<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150</id><updated>2011-12-13T17:20:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takde Tempat Kerja Yang Best</title><subtitle type='html'>After working for a while, my friend came up with this conclusion: "Takde Tempat Kerja Yang Best".. which means, if case you don't know.. No workplace is really that nice. You will only enjoy if there's good food and nice people to work and hang with. I have to agree.. If you don't, it's ok. After all.. this is MY CONCLUSIONS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-6163876239162361951</id><published>2011-12-13T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:53:06.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of frustrations.</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;It has been six years since I last blogged in here.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;With tales from the 18th floor these days.&lt;br /&gt;Since I last wrote in here, I have been to three different units.&lt;br /&gt;I've had five different directors.&lt;br /&gt;I've moved to three different offices.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, that downward feelings keeps visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-6163876239162361951?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6163876239162361951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=6163876239162361951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/6163876239162361951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/6163876239162361951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-frustrations.html' title='Of frustrations.'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-113583804473157785</id><published>2005-12-29T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:34:04.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day The Meeting Ended At 6.30pm As Usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/473/1600/Photo-0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5077/473/320/Photo-0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new phone... I took this during the meeting that I was trapped in...&lt;br /&gt;That's my Department Director who chaired the meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-113583804473157785?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/113583804473157785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=113583804473157785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113583804473157785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113583804473157785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-meeting-ended-at-630pm-as-usual.html' title='The Day The Meeting Ended At 6.30pm As Usual'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-113564917855374701</id><published>2005-12-27T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:06:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day It Was Exactly 1 Week Away From DPA</title><content type='html'>It is exactly 7 days till I leave for my DPA... A Diploma in Pulic Admin (or is it management?) It will be a 6 month full time course. During those times, it will be bye-bye office work and hello classroom. There will be outdoor and indoor modules... Frankly I am half scared, half-nervous, half-&lt;em&gt;malas&lt;/em&gt;, half-excited and half-hearted lah to say the least. The whole thing is cluttering my thoughts that I can't even blog, let alone do work... and work is piling up... demmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-113564917855374701?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/113564917855374701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=113564917855374701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113564917855374701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113564917855374701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-it-was-exactly-1-week-away-from.html' title='The Day It Was Exactly 1 Week Away From DPA'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-113452324584288058</id><published>2005-12-14T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:22:22.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The DayS That Went By Without Much Work</title><content type='html'>I will be going for a 6 months full time course. Meaning, no going to the office for the whole 6 months. However this is not the usual classroom lecture, like our old college days. There will be some lectures, but outdooor modules as well... like Outward Bound School, Firefighting, Military, Police Academy and all. So, I am counting the days till that day comes... which is only 19 days away. So the days that went by, hasn't been filled with too much work... Part of me is enjoying this.. A very big part. But a small voice in my head is not... but it's not hard to shut it up... shove it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about this course thingy, I am excited about it, but scared as well. Won't you be scary too when they tell you in military camp, you will get blisters and all.. carry heavy guns... get lost in the sea. Man, will I survive this bruise-free, no emotional breakdown? I doubt it. I think that's like for a diamond ring with a hundred ringgit note... hahah. But frankly, I am not sure how to prepare myself for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah... trying to be mentally prepared for this thing, (since physically i don't think I am that fit.. punyelah pemalas nak jogging). Till then, lepak lepak lepak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conclusion: Beehoon goreng pagi tadi mmg tak best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-113452324584288058?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/113452324584288058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=113452324584288058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113452324584288058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113452324584288058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/12/days-that-went-by-without-much-work.html' title='The DayS That Went By Without Much Work'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-113351109561297049</id><published>2005-12-02T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:19:23.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Drummers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I've been trying to look all over for this poem, or writing, whatever you call it. I used to paste it on my whiteboard where I used to work... It was a reminder for me (and others too) to mind my own business and respect other people, especially at work where everyone may be and can be so stressed out and pressured.... And I thought I had lost it (the poem-lah) when all along, it was there right in front of my eye, the first thing I pinned on my partition when I first came in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Excerpted from Please Understand Me II &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Copyright © 1998 by David Keirsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do not want what you want,&lt;br /&gt;please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if I believe other than you,&lt;br /&gt;at least pause before you correct my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or yet if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action,&lt;br /&gt;let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conclusion: Everyone is different. Accept them as they are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-113351109561297049?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/113351109561297049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=113351109561297049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113351109561297049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113351109561297049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/12/different-drummers.html' title='Different Drummers'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-113340111314040903</id><published>2005-12-01T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:38:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Took A Day Off</title><content type='html'>Cuti best gila! Pergi dentist ingatkan sejam dua jam... ropanye... tak sampai 10 minit pon bawah gerudi. Told the dentist rasa ada lobang, tapi dia tak buat apa pon... Tapi ngilu dia... Gawd!!! Habis gusi aku kena langgar berdarah-darah. Aku berazamlah untuk tahun baru ni akan pergi dentist every 6 months like I should. Bukan skip-skip buat-buat lupa... walau bagaimana ngilu pon it's gonna be. Sebab habis awal punye pasal, I managed to have breakfast with my mom (diiringi dengan leteran tetapnye.. hehe) and watch the morning show of Harry Potter.  The rest of the day, spent lazing around (read: SLEEP) and bawak kids pergi playground. Best Gila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conclusion: Cuti mmg bestlah! Especially hari Rabu.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-113340111314040903?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/113340111314040903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=113340111314040903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113340111314040903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113340111314040903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-i-took-day-off.html' title='The Day I Took A Day Off'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-113325434913285107</id><published>2005-11-29T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T16:54:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I My Director and Chief Asst Director Weren't In The Office</title><content type='html'>Both my direct superiors are not in today. Coming to the office since september 2005 had never been this blissful. I feel so relaxed, I managed to do a few assignments, unlike days when they are around. Usually 1. Heheh. How ironic... Went to lunch early and back slightly late... yet not stressed out. And tomorrow I'm taking the day off... going to the dentist. Plan to watch Harry Potter, if I have the time. Wow, the day feels so bright!!! If everyday is like this, maybe it's not so bad to be here. But, wishes hardly ever come true... But in the mean time, I'll enjoy this while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conclusion: Days off always cheer you up! Take them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-113325434913285107?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/113325434913285107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=113325434913285107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113325434913285107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113325434913285107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-i-my-director-and-chief-asst.html' title='The Day I My Director and Chief Asst Director Weren&apos;t In The Office'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-113270903955824911</id><published>2005-11-23T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:23:29.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity Prayer for Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The courage to change the things I cannot accept, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had to kill today because they ticked me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And also, help me to be careful of the toes I step on today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As they may be connected to the ass that I have to kiss tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Help me to always give 100% at work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12% on Monday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23% on Tuesday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;40% on Wenesday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20% on Thursday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and 5% on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And help me to remember... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I'm having a really bad day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And it seems that people are trying to tick me off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That it takes 42 muscles to frown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And only 4 to extend my middle finger and tell them to bite me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-113270903955824911?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/113270903955824911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=113270903955824911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113270903955824911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113270903955824911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/11/serenity-prayer-for-work.html' title='Serenity Prayer for Work'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-113203894861460898</id><published>2005-11-13T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T15:19:29.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought yesterday was a long day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If thursday was a long day, friday is longer! Just because you're not married, no one is waiting for you, doesn't mean that everybody else is in the same position. Take a reality check once in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday started and continued like any ordinary day until the very last hour before I packed to go back. Then one of the bosses said that my director said that everybody has to stay back to prepare for some crap. Well, okay, it wasn't crap... it was important and it was the minister's order... But why does EVERYBODY has to stay back especially when one is not needed there? And please TRY to understand that my journey home after 5pm, would take AT LEAST 1½ hours. And what did I have to do? Called my boss who was still on leave... to ask one lousy question, whose reply didn't really help anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the end, I left at 8.15pm, only to realize I only had RM4 in my wallet. Wasn't enough for my journey home, which would cost rm7. Who do I ask? My boss... hmmm, tak payah. Baik aku jalan kaki... marah punye pasal. Segan sebenarnye. The walk to the ATM is so dark, and at this hour, it is ridiculous. I doubt there would be anyone there. So what did I do? Well, board the bus to the commuter, took the commuter to KL Sentral, withdrew money and board the commuter again back to Seremban. I reached Seremban at 11.40pm, had McD (for the third time in the past 2 days) for dinner... and reached my house at 12 midnight. Doesn't make sense to me... working my ass like this for nothing... but frustration and disappointment from my kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know, it was my choice to live in Seremban... but, please... can't she try to understand. Everybody has their reasons for things you know... And I have mine for living in Seremban, working in Putrajaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-113203894861460898?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/113203894861460898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=113203894861460898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113203894861460898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113203894861460898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-i-thought-yesterday-was-long-day.html' title='And I thought yesterday was a long day...'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-113194196114111829</id><published>2005-11-11T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:19:21.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Represented My Minister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, the moment I arrived, there was a paper that I needed to ammend... knowing me, the procrastinator, the thought of putting it off, definitely played in my mind. Surprisingly, only for a second.. or two. But I guess, only because the opportunity to spend more time at breakfast motivated me. The moment I finished, sent it off for approval... trying to speed off for breakfast, one of the bosses called me... and, I had to complete this directory which was so tedious. And &lt;em&gt;'thanks' &lt;/em&gt;to my good fortune, my friend cancelled our breakfast. Tak sempat nak berangan, my director's PA came to me and asked me to attend a meeting in PWTC... which was 2 hours away. Well, I could make it if I had a car... automatic... not that I couldn't drive a manual, but it's just that... I've haven't drive one for soooo long (as in 2 years!) and never had in KL town. So, the hour journey might turn to 2 hours, or never make it at all due to unforseen circumstances... so, I opted for the public transport - ERL and LRT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then, boleh tak, there's no one to even send me to the ERL station... demmit betul malik! Good thing nuar is always so helpful, willing to come all the way from Precinct 2 to send me to the station. And sempat singgah maybank kuar duit. Anyway, I arrived at the PWTC station 10 minutes to 10. How efficient! I was lucky too really, for not having to wait too long for any trains. The ERL was only 5 minutes. But the cost of the whole journey to the meeting was RM7 (balik nanti another RM7...). Anyway, remember I didn't have any breakfast, so I made a pittstop at The Mall's McD for breakfast. Good thing too, because as it turns out, no kuih for meeting like the usual Gomen meetings... (hahah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iy was good experience really.  I got to see this picture of our PM, not the usual blue background, but a different one, which I think is so much nicer and handsome. Seems more recent than the usual ones. Met Puan Leela Mohd Ali... (somehow her name reminds me of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laila_Ali"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Laila Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) and many more people like KSU of KEKWA and banyak lagilah. The funny part was when people ask me, "You are here representing your Minister?" Hmmm... never ever thought that would ever happen in my lifetime... well, not so soon, not at this age. Maybe when I'm older, a TKSU or KSU... (note that dream ya.. hehe). Well, I suppose so. I mean, the letter was addressed to the Minister, and he couldn't make now, and I have to attend to take notes. Now, in truth I am representing my ministry, whose minister is YB Dato'. So, I guess yes lah! But that wasn't how I answered lah... I have to akways remind myself to be more firm, confident and sure. So used to communicating by typing that sometimes speaking aloud, I am unsure of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I sat quietly as a mouse. Hoping to be invisible. Almost was, only at the end of the meeting I announced my presence. Puan Leela thanked the ministry for coming and all. The meeting ended at 1, there was a Press Conference and then, I left without attending lunch. Takde kawan nak makan nak borak nanti. Lunch without company isnt that fun ok... so I came back to the office the same way I came. Called CT to pick me up at the ERL.. and then stopped by Taman Warisan for snack sbb lapar! 3.30 baru balik office. And there was the dept's weekly meeting going on. Nak masuk ke tak.. punch out time is one hour and half... I better do lah... kang buat saje je.. And as usual the meeting ended after 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the journey home was another story. I got on a METRO bus, that pusing putrajaya 2 kali, pukul 7 lebih baru sampai komuter. And nasib baik ada komuter, no need to wait so long... and sampai seremban at half past 8. Makan-makan dulu with my husband and ended up at home at 10 pm. Which sux big time sbb I was so damned tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And today is another day.... ingat nak cuti tapi tak jadi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conclusion: Take the train, you can expect to arrive in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-113194196114111829?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/113194196114111829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=113194196114111829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113194196114111829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113194196114111829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-i-represented-my-minister.html' title='The Day I Represented My Minister'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-113150378904746978</id><published>2005-11-09T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:37:18.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berapa Lama Cuti Raya?</title><content type='html'>What is the limit for Aidil Fitri vacation? Who takes the longest raya vacation? Government Servants? I think so too... Why? I don't know. I don't blame people who gets angry dealing with the public service. I mean, these officers are on leave long before Raya day... and back weeks after 1 Syawal. When you call them, kena call balik when they're back. And when they ARE back... they have to attend meetings and trainings outstation that take 1-2 weeks... when are these people actually in the office? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I complaining? I'm not. It's just the office is so damn quiet. I haven't open my mouth since I came back from breakfast... (Or is it because nobody really wants to talk to me... oh, selfcheck: loser?) My boss isn't in till next week... so are most of the other officers. Marah ke orang lain cuti aku tak? I don't think so. Entahlah... whatever it is, I plan to take leave on Friday so that I dont have to attend the stupid weekly meeting and that I wont be the only one from my unit there, having to attempt to answer questions I have no idea what they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conclusion: Orang gomen suka cuti lama-lama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-113150378904746978?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/113150378904746978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=113150378904746978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113150378904746978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/113150378904746978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/11/berapa-lama-cuti-raya.html' title='Berapa Lama Cuti Raya?'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-111317961093676188</id><published>2005-04-11T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:37:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job New Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I left my old job... which means I have to leave the office as well... because the department does not have post for my new job. Why did I accept the new job? One main reason is because, it's a permanent job in the public sector. The post that I was holding is only a temporary post, contract renews every year, for only so many times. People always ask me why don't I ask for a permanent job for the post that I was holding... well, I did.. but they never called me for interview, what can I do? Appeal? Did that too... It's such a pity because I had learned so much there and encountered so many people I can call friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel like reminiscing the first time I joined the organization... I didn't embrace the situation too well. I disliked most people. Coming from the private sector where the medium of communication was English, I was taken aback at how little these people speak English... how bad was their command. I mean, these are GRADUATES! I knew then why so many graduates where unemployed. If these were the people that DO get employed, I can't imagine for the rest of the graduates who didn't. And not to mention the typical Malay thinking that they carry and preach around... maybe not all, but most that I had my first encounters. But slowly (and I do mean, very slowly).. I got to know a few that I could klik with... (borrowing TMNet's tagline.. ) One of the GFs.. great friends.. the other GF... good food... well, that came and went.. kalau ada pon, agak jauh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, in this new office, all alone during this festive season... I realize that I have to start that all over again... look for those GFs.. in the past 2 months that I have been here, things are not looking so bright especailly the good food part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was planning to write why I accepted this new post but turned out differently... well maybe we can save it for another entry...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conclusion: Mmg takde tempat kerja yang best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-111317961093676188?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/111317961093676188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=111317961093676188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/111317961093676188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/111317961093676188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-job-new-office.html' title='New Job New Office'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-110671669069388263</id><published>2005-01-26T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T13:32:27.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we blog?</title><content type='html'>I know nobody really reads this. And I wonder why I keep on typing away... Why anybody else does it either? Beats me. Sometimes I feel kinda silly because I feel like a columnist wannabe... Maybe that is the reason people have blogs, huh? I mean if you want to keep a diary, why publish it to the whole world? Diaries are supposed to be private, right? Or maybe because sometimes people have things that they want to say or tell but don't know where to channel it? Maybe... Like me. Anyway, that brings me to another thought... why do we like to read other people's blog? Well.. that's another story, huh? Till then, this is the columnist wannabe signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-110671669069388263?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/110671669069388263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=110671669069388263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/110671669069388263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/110671669069388263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-do-we-blog.html' title='Why do we blog?'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-109989060320829443</id><published>2004-11-08T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:30:08.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virus Combating Is Never Easy</title><content type='html'>I give up. People keeps complaining when a system is down, when something goes haywire, when the network is slow, it is ALWAYS the virus. And what you know, I'm in charge of the damn thing.. (okay, I know no swearing, but I can't help it). I just don't know what to do anymore. Sometimes I feel as if I have exhausted all my knowledge, resources and excuses that I don't know how else to attend the situation. And worse yet, people don't seem to understand, the network will NEVER be virus-free. Once in a while, that pop-up message while appear. Anybody had been, has been.. still am a virus master? (Goodness.. is there even such word/post).. I really need a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far is heaven?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-109989060320829443?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/109989060320829443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=109989060320829443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/109989060320829443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/109989060320829443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2004/11/virus-combating-is-never-easy.html' title='Virus Combating Is Never Easy'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-108969919068917355</id><published>2004-07-13T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T14:19:43.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelabah... Gelabah... Gelabah</title><content type='html'>Early morning today, network boss came and marah-marah my backup partner. DOn't know what it was all about. Quickly rushed to the boring meeting. There, Big boss made us all wait for half an hour.. Wish I had brought something to read or do.. Still unproductive this week. Anyway, just before I went for the meeting, brother msg me and asked me to help with his scholarship. Tak masuk-masuk lagi. Gelabah semacam. Which made me gelabah as well.. hmmm. See lah who I can call today. Bet, they wont answer the phone. Typical of them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-108969919068917355?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/108969919068917355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=108969919068917355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/108969919068917355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/108969919068917355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2004/07/gelabah-gelabah-gelabah.html' title='Gelabah... Gelabah... Gelabah'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579150.post-108943028670265080</id><published>2004-07-10T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T11:31:26.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unproductive Week</title><content type='html'>This week just came back from outstation for one-half week. Man, it was sooooo tiring. Not to mention how the little rugrat wears me out at night.. So today I am so sleepy and havent done ANYTHING for the whole week. Malas betul. The day I came back, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boss came and asked me to attend a meeting that doesnt concern me AT ALL.. oh, how I wish I could shout back at him. And as always, he was very inarticulate about it. &lt;blockquote&gt;"9.00 ada meeting" &lt;br&gt;OK.. &lt;br&gt;"At the second meeting room" &lt;br&gt;Therefore? &lt;br&gt;"I nak pergi meeting kat Level 6"&lt;/blockquote&gt; Duhhh!!! Couldnt he just said, I have to attend another meeting at level 6, so pls attend this meting? urggHH!! He is so getting on my nerves.. Please somebody help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579150-108943028670265080?l=myconclusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/feeds/108943028670265080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579150&amp;postID=108943028670265080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/108943028670265080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579150/posts/default/108943028670265080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconclusion.blogspot.com/2004/07/unproductive-week.html' title='Unproductive Week'/><author><name>Sayalah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_17KTqE-dXcQ/R1nbGuEsElI/AAAAAAAAABE/hG_nh5YJbTE/S220/Photo-0224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
