Flower Of Life

Tagged and thanks as im just too freaking bored!

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 04:24:00 +0000

Three names you go by?
1. Jeeva
2. Jee
3. Minnal

Three physical things you like about yourself?
1. My hair
2. My smile
3. My flat tummy..:P

Three physical things you don't like about yourself?
1. My height!
2. My weight!...underweight man!
3. My hairy arms and legs

Three parts of your heritage?
1. height?follow granny and great granny
2. my ceylonese look?(sumone told me tat b4)
3.none

Three things you can't stand?
1. ppl who r late and make me wait
2. uncleanliness
3. ppl who spend on branded stuff too much

Three things that scare you?
1. getting sum serious illness
2. ppl in trance
3. going sum place new all bymyself

Three of your favourite shows?
1. all CSI
2. Ghost whisperer
3. desperate housewifes

Three of your favourite Japanese animes?
None.

Three of your favourite current songs?
1. Ragasiya Kanavugal-Bheema
2. ArabuNade- thottal poo malarum
3. Umbrella-Rihanna

Three movies you can watch over and over again?
1.Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Ghaum
2.Scarlet
3. Santhi Nilayam

Three movies you would like to watch?
1. Bheema
2. thottal poo malarum
3. Kreedam

Three of your everyday essentials?
1. contact lens(im practically blind)
2 . HP
3. Ipod

Three things that you are wearing right now?
1. long sheeve t-shirt
2.jeans
3.sandals

Three things you want in a relationship?
1. Romance
2. Trust
3. Understanding

Three physical things about the opposite gender that appeals to you?
1. Eyes
2. Smile
3. body...:P

Three bad habits?
1.Kelam kabut
2.impatience
3. my short temper

Three of your favourite hobbies?
1. Reading
2. Music
3. Watching tv

Three careers you're considering or currently pursuing?
1. Teaching
2. Designing
3. Wife and mother in 5 years time…hahaha

Three places you want to go on vacation?
1. India
2. Paris
3. Switzerland

Three kid's names you like?
1. tatiana
2. Vishal
3. Aishu(hahahha)

Three things you want to do before you die?
1. get married
2. have kids
3. travel around the world

Three things that you are stereotypically a [girl]?
1. dressing up and make up
2. Cleanliness
3. Love cleaning up?

Initials of three crushes?
1. D
2. S
3. ?

Buried in books

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 03:01:00 +0000

I know i havent updated my blog like for donkey years.Have been extremely lazy.

Well,for starters,im gona post on the books ive been indulging into lately.Borrowed them from the Uni library during my last visit.

Have Read :A Hard Man is Good To Find by Jane Blackwood

Stop The Press…

Here's the front page story: Pulitzer Prize-winning, buttoned-up journalist, Harry Crandall, becomes publisher of small-town newspaper. Firing reporters left and right, he makes no friends in the newsroom, especially not with the cute, rough-around-the-edges editor, Jamie McLane. She’s got a pool going—first reporter who can find out why the cold-hearted-but-extremely gorgeous taskmaster had to leave New York takes the jackpot. And she plans to be the winner...if she can keep from falling for the jerk.

Are You Getting This All Down?

Here's the curve ball: Turns out Crandall thinks McLane's one of the best natural reporters he's ever met. Sure, she needs practice—some late nights; a little field work; a lot of arguing behind closed doors that leaves him ready for a cold shower. His reporter’s instincts tell him she's working hard to get the story on him, but if she wants him to reveal his sources, she'll have to be willing to give him something of hers in return...

My testimonial : This book is quite romantic and i like the flow of the story. Not very serious and keeps me hooked.I have grown a liking for the author and I can't wait to get my hands on her other books...:)

Now Reading :
Sister of My Heart by Chirta Baneerjee Divakarun

Synopsis : Divakaruni’s new novel is entitled Sister of My Heart. This book is about how the lives of two women are changed by marriage, as one woman comes to California, and the other stays behind in India.

Anju is the daughter of an upper-caste Calcutta family of distinction. Sudha is the daughter of the black sheep of that same family. Sudha is startlingly beautiful; Anju is not. Despite these differences, since the day the two girls were born—the same day their fathers died, mysteriously and violently—Sudha and Anju have been sisters of the heart. Bonded in ways even their mothers cannot comprehend, the two girls grow into womanhood as if their fates, as well as their hearts, are merged.

When Sudha learns a dark family secret, that connection is threatened. For the first time in their lives, the girls know what it is to feel suspicion and distrust—Sudha, because she feels a new shame that she cannot share with Anju; and Anju, because she discovers the seductive power of her sister’s beauty, a power Sudha herself is incapable of controlling. When, due to a change in family fortune, the girls are urged into arranged marriages, their lives take opposite turns. One travels to America, and one remains in India; both have lives of secrets. When tragedy strikes both of them, however, they discover that, despite distance and marriage, they must turn to each other once again.

Testimonial :

“Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s account of family life in Bengal is warm and richly detailed. Hers is one of the most strikingly lyrical voices writing about the lives of Indian women today.” (Amitav Ghosh)

“Ms. Divakaruni emphasizes the cathartic force of storytelling with sumptuous prose…she defies categorization, beautifully blending the chills of reality with rich imaginings.” (Wall Street Journal)

“Mesmerizing…a masterful allegory of unfulfilled desire and sacrificial love.” (Publishers Weekly)

“What an irresistibly absorbing immersion in the pleasure and anguish of growing up passionate in a world of duty, where each comfort is hedged with a constraint and love unsettles every plan. Sister of My Heart may be alive with exotic detail but its emotions are very recognizable.” (Rosellen Brown)

Excerpt
Chapter 1

They say in the old tales that the first night after a child is born, the Bidhata Purush comes down to earth himself to decide what its fortune is to be. That is why they bathe babies in sandalwood water and wrap them in soft red malmal, color of luck. That is why they leave sweetmeats by the cradle. Silver-leafed sandesh, dark pantuas floating in golden syrup, jilipis orange as the heart of a fire, glazed with honey-sugar. If the child is especially lucky, in the morning it will all be gone.

“That’s because the servants sneak in during the night and eat them,” says Anju, giving her head an impatient shake as Abha Pishi oils her hair. This is how she is, my cousin, always scoffing, refusing to believe. But she knows, as I do, that no servant in all of Calcutta would dare eat sweets meant for a god.

The old tales say this also: In the wake of the Bidhata Purush come the demons, for that is the world’s nature, good and evil mingled. That is why they leave an oil lamp burning. That is why they place the sacred tulsi leaf under the baby’s pillow for protection. In richer households, like the one my mother grew up in, she has told us, they hire a brahmin to sit in the corridor and recite auspicious prayers all night.

“What nonsense,” Anju says. “There are no demons.”

I am not so sure. Perhaps they do not have the huge teeth, the curved blood-dripping claws and bulging red eyes of our Children’s Ramayan Picture Book, but I have a feeling they exist. Haven’t I sensed their breath, like slime-black fingers brushing my spine? Later, when we are alone, I will tell Anju this.

But in front of others I am always loyal to her. So I say, bravely, “That’s right. Those are just old stories.”

It is early evening on our terrace, its bricks overgrown with moss. A time when the sun hangs low on the horizon, half hidden by the pipal trees which line our compound walls all the way down the long driveway to the bolted wrought-iron gates. Our great-grandfather had them planted one hundred years ago to keep the women of his house safe from the gaze of strangers. Abha Pishi, one of our three mothers, has told us this.

Yes, we have three mothers—perhaps to make up for the fact that we have no fathers.
There’s Pishi, our widow aunt who threw herself heart-first into her younger brother’s household when she lost her husband at the age of eighteen. Dressed in austere white, her graying hair cut close to her scalp in the orthodox style so that the bristly ends tickle my palms when I run my hands over them, she’s the one who makes sure we are suitably dressed for school in the one-inch-below-the-knee uniforms the nuns insist on. She finds for us, miraculously, stray pens and inkpots and missing pages of homework. She makes us our favorite dishes: luchis rolled out and fried a puffy golden-brown, potato and cauliflower curry cooked without chilies, thick sweet payesh made from the milk of Budhi-cow, whose owner brings her to our house each morning to be milked under Pishi’s stern, miss-nothing stare. On holidays she plaits jasmine into our hair. But most of all Pishi is our fount of information, the one who tells us the stories our mothers will not, the secret, delicious, forbidden tales of our past.

There’s Anju’s mother, whom I call Gouri Ma, her fine cheekbones and regal forehead hinting at generations of breeding, for she comes from a family as old and respected as that of the Chatterjees, which she married into. Her face is not beautiful in the traditional sense—even I, young as I am, know this. Lines of hardship are etched around her mouth and on her forehead, for she was the one who shouldered the burden of keeping the family safe on that thunderclap day eight years ago when she received news of our fathers’ deaths. But her eyes, dark and endless-deep—they make me think of Kalodighi, the enormous lake behind the country mansion our family used to own before Anju and I were born. When Gouri Ma smiles at me with her eyes, I stand up straighter. I want to be noble and brave, just like her

Lastly (I use this word with some guilt), there’s my own mother, Nalini. Her skin is still golden, for though she’s a widow my mother is careful to apply turmeric paste to her face each day. Her perfect-shaped lips glisten red from paan, which she loves to chew—mostly for the color it leaves on her mouth, I think. She laughs often, my mother, especially when her friends come for tea and talk. It is a glittery, tinkling sound, like jeweled ankle bells, people say, though I myself feel it is more like a thin glass struck with a spoon. Her cheek feels as soft as the lotus flower she’s named after on those rare occasions when she presses her face to mine. But more often when she looks at me a frown ridges her forehead between eyebrows beautiful as wings. Is it from worry or displeasure? I can never tell. Then she remembers that frowns cause age lines and smoothes it away with a finger.

Now Pishi stops oiling Anju’s hair to give us a wicked smile. Her voice grows low and shivery, the way it does when she’s telling ghost stories. “They’re listening, you know. The demons. And they don’t like little eight-year-old girls talking like this. Just wait till tonight . . .”
Because I am scared I interrupt her with the first thought that comes into my head. “Pishi Ma, tell no, did the sweets disappear for us?”

Sorrow moves like smoke-shadow over Pishi’s face. I can see that she would like to make up another of those outrageous tales that we so love her to tell, full of magic glimmer and hoping. But finally she says, her voice flat, “No, Sudha. You weren’t so lucky.”

I know this already. Anju and I have heard the whispers. Still, I must ask one more time.
“Did you see anything that night?” I ask. Because she was the one who stayed with us the night of our birth while our mothers lay in bed, still in shock from the terrible telegram which had sent them both into early labor that morning. Our mothers, lying in beds they would never again share with their husbands. My mother weeping, her beautiful hair tangling about her swollen face, punching at a pillow until it burst, spilling cotton stuffing white as grief. Gouri Ma, still and silent, staring up into a darkness which pressed upon her like the responsibilities she knew no one else in the family could take on.

To push them from my mind I ask urgently, “Did you at least hear something?”
Pishi shakes her head in regret. “Maybe the Bidhata Purush doesn’t come for girl-babies.” In her kindness she leaves the rest unspoken, but I’ve heard the whispers often enough to complete it in my head. For girl-babies who are so much bad luck that they cause their fathers to die even before they are born.

Anju scowls, and I know that as always she can see into my thoughts with the X-ray vision of her fiercely loving eyes. “Maybe there’s no Bidhata Purush either,” she states and yanks her hair from Pishi’s hands though it is only half-braided. She ignores Pishi’s scolding shouts and stalks to her room, where she will slam the door.

But I sit very still while Pishi’s fingers rub the hibiscus oil into my scalp, while she combs away knots with the long, soothing rhythm I have known since the beginning of memory. The sun is a deep, sad red, and I can smell, faint on the evening air, wood smoke. The pavement dwellers are lighting their cooking fires. I’ve seen them many times when Singhji, our chauffeur, drives us to school: the mother in a worn green sari bent over a spice-grinding stone, the daughter watching the baby, keeping him from falling into the gutter. The father is never there. Maybe he is running up a platform in Howrah station in his red turban, his shoulders knotted from carrying years of trunks and bedding rolls, crying out, “Coolie chahiye, want a coolie, memsaab?” Or maybe, like my father, he too is dead.

Whenever I thought this my eyes would sting with sympathy, and if by chance Ramur Ma, the vinegary old servant woman who chaperones us everywhere, was not in the car, I’d beg Singhji to stop so I could hand the girl a sweet out of my lunch box. And he always did.
Among all our servants—but no, I do not really think of him as a servant—I like Singhji the best. Perhaps it is because I can trust him not to give me away to the mothers the way Ramur Ma does. Perhaps it is because he is a man of silences, speaking only when necessary—a quality I appreciate in a house filled with female gossip. Or perhaps it is the veil of mystery which hangs over him.

When Anju and I were about five years old, Singhji appeared at our gate one morning—like a godsend, Pishi says—looking for a driver’s job. Our old chauffeur had recently retired, and the mothers needed a new one badly but could not afford it. Since the death of the fathers, money had been short. In his broken Bengali, Singhji told Gouri Ma he’d work for whatever she could give him. The mothers were a little suspicious, but they guessed that he was so willing because of his unfortunate looks. It is true that his face is horrifying at first glance—I am embarrassed to remember that as a little girl I had screamed and run away when I saw him. He must have been caught in a terrible fire years ago, for the skin of the entire upper half of his face—all the way up to his turban—is the naked, puckered pink of an old burn. The fire had also scorched away his eyebrows and pulled his eyelids into a slant, giving him a strangely oriental expression at odds with the thick black mustache and beard that covers the rest of his face.

“He’s lucky we hired him at all,” Mother’s fond of saying. “Most people wouldn’t have because that burned forehead is a sure sign of lifelong misfortune. Besides, he’s so ugly.”
I do not agree. Sometimes when he does not know that I am watching him, I have caught a remembering look, at once faraway and intent, in Singhji’s eyes—the kind of look an exiled king might have as he thinks about the land he left behind. At those times his face is not ugly at all, but more like a mountain peak that has withstood a great ice storm. And somehow I feel we are the lucky ones because he chose to come to us.

Once I heard the servants gossiping about how Singhji had been a farmer somewhere in Punjab until the death of his family from a cholera epidemic made him take to the road. It made me so sad that although Mother had strictly instructed me never to talk about personal matters with any of the servants, I ran out to the car and told him how sorry I was about his loss. He nodded silently. No other response came from the burned wall of his face. But a few days later he told me that he used to have a child.

Though Singhji offered no details about this child, I immediately imagined that it had been a little girl my age. I could not stop thinking of her. How did she look? Did she like the same foods we did? What kinds of toys had Singhji bought for her from the village bazaar? For weeks I would wake up crying in the middle of the night because I had dreamed of a girl thrashing about on a mat, delirious with pain. In the dream she had my face.

“Really, Sudha!” Anju would tell me, in concern and exasperation—I often slept in her room and thus the job of comforting me fell to her—“How come you always get so worked up about imaginary things?”

That is what she would be saying if she were with me right now. For it seems to me I am receding, away from Pishi’s capable hands, away from the solidity of the sun-warmed bricks under my legs, that I am falling into the first night of my existence, where Anju and I lie together in a makeshift cradle in a household not ready for us, sucking on sugared nipples someone has put in our mouths to keep us quiet. Anjali and Basudha, although in all the turmoil around us no one has thought to name us yet. Anjali, which means offering, for a good woman is to offer up her life for others. And Basudha, so that I will be as patient as the earth goddess I am named after. Below us, Pishi is a dark, stretched-out shape on the floor, fallen into exhausted sleep, the dried salt of tears crusting her cheeks.

The Bidhata Purush is tall and has a long, spun-silk beard like the astrologer my mother visits each month to find out what the planets have in store for her. He is dressed in a robe made of the finest white cotton, his fingers drip light, and his feet do not touch the ground as he glides toward us. When he bends over our cradle, his face is so blinding-bright I cannot tell his expression. With the first finger of his right hand he marks our foreheads. It is a tingly feeling, as when Pishi rubs tiger-balm on our temples. I think I know what he writes for Anju. You will be brave and clever, you will fight injustice, you will not give in. You will marry a fine man and travel the world and have many sons. You will be happy.

It is more difficult to imagine what he writes for me. Perhaps he writes beauty, for though I myself do not think so, people say I am beautiful—even more than my mother was in the first years of her marriage. Perhaps he writes goodness, for though I am not as obedient as my mother would like, I try hard to be good. There is a third word he writes, the harsh angles of which sting like fire, making me wail, making Pishi sit up, rubbing her eyes. But the Bidhata Purush is gone already, and all she sees is a swirl—cloud or sifted dust—outside the window, a fading glimmer, like fireflies.

Years later I will wonder, that final word he wrote, was it sorrow?

My testimonial : This book is very captivating and a very very good read!Can't wait to continue reading when i'm in he bus later!..:P

Will Be Reading :Liar, Liar by Gabrielle Williams

Synopses & Reviews
Publisher Comments:

In this charming debut novel from Down Under--where the clubs, the drinks, the fashion, and the sex is out-of-control--the only thing more insane than lying your way into someone's heart is telling the truth to stay there. Ellie is a commitment-phobe trying to get over Ben who dumped her for stable, boring Kate. She's got the hots for Minnow, who has the hots for her--or did, until Ellie got scared (hello, commitment) and blurted out that she has a kid. Which she doesn't. (Goodbye, Minnow.) Minnow can't be attracted to Ellie. She's a mother. A sexy, completely desirable mother. It's bad enough that he's already told Mona at work that he's a single dad--which worked like a charm. Of course, it might work on Ellie, too. Getting an actual kid is no problemo. He can just borrow his friend Kate's... Kate can't believe the nerve of Minnow, asking to "borrow" her eight-year-old son. If he weren't her dearest friend, well, she'd probably be in bed with him like half of female Australia. Thank heavens she's got Ben... Ben's just happy he's got a gig. His band is on the rise, playing every hot club in Melbourne. And now, he and Kate are finally going to meet this hot girl Minnow keeps talking about--Ellie something-or-other. It couldn't be Ben's Ellie, though, because this woman has a kid....

5 words to describe your relationship

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Fri, 25 May 2007 03:17:00 +0000

Are you in a spiritual partnership? The first step to finding out is to write down five words that describe your relationship. Be as honest as you can—don't write down words that describe what you wish it would be. Ask your partner to do the same thing. It will start a very interesting conversation.

Jee says :
Passionate, Loving, Caring, Understanding, Trust

Passing my time...

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 23 May 2007 04:57:00 +0000

1. Name someone who made you smile today
:)...darling bf

2. What were you doing at 1:55 this morning?
In dreamland

3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Reading blogs,checking mails,updationg my blog,eating vadai,drinking coffee

4. What is something that happened to you in 1990?
I was in standard 2...

5. What is the last thing you said aloud?
It's ok,ive bought food 4 lunch(2 vadai)

6. How many different things did you drink today?
Water,nescafe and coffee

7. What color is your hairbrush?
I hardly use a comb or hairbrush.just my fingers.

8. What was the last thing you bought?Chocs and Ballentines from langkawi

9. Who was the last person you kissed?
Secret

10. What color is your front door?
Yellowish

11. Where do you keep your change?
In my wallet

12. What's the weather like today?
Kinda sunny

13. What is the best ice cream flavor?
Any baskin robbins wil do

14. What is something you are excited about?
Continuing my studies

15. When was the last rainbow you saw?
Long time ago

16. What size shoe do you wear?
5

19. Do you want to cut your hair?
When my hair is long and 'shapeless'

21. Do you talk a lot?
Of coz!

22.Does your screen name have an "x"in it?
X as in the alphabet X? then no la.But if X factor mayb yes.lolx

24. Do you know anyone named Steven?
nope

26. Are you ticklish?
Yup

27. Are you typically a jealous person?
Not really

28. Name someone whose name starts with the letter "I"
Ivan

29. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter "M"
My3

30. Who's the 1st person on your received calls list?
D(bf)

31. What did the last text message you received say?
Miss Jee,mkn dy?(from my student)

32. Do you chew on your straws?
Yup,all the time

33. Do you have curly hair?
Nope.

34. What is the next concert you're going to?
None.

35. Whats your favorite color(s)?
Red,pink

37. What is something you say a lot today?
Never had lot to say yet...lolx

38. What is the last thing you ate?
Vadai

39. Have you seen the movie "Donnie Darko"?
Huh?no

40. Do you have work tomorrow?
of coz

41. Is marriage in your future?
Hopefully

42. When was the last time you said "I love you."?
This morning

43. What should you be doing right now?
Updating my blog...hhehehehe....

44. Do you have a nickname?
Mayb...:P

45. Are you a heavy sleeper?
Nope

46. When was the last time you used a skateboard?
Never

47. What is the best movie you've seen in the past two weeks?
Deepavali is ok ok onli...

51. Did you cry today?
Nope

52. Do you like someone right now?
i thought i answered this in the ealier post?

53. Are you currently playing any sports?
nope.too lazy

55. Last time you listened to music?
yesterday

56. Last time you watched tv?
last night.ugly betty & desperate housewifes

57. Do you miss someone right now?
Bf n family

58. What are you doing at this very moment?
Answering this post

59. Who is the last person you talked on the phone with?
Bf

60. Are any of your friends going to fill this out?
Mayb.wil ask them to

Be 100% truthful!

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 23 May 2007 04:41:00 +0000

1. When was the last time you washed your hair?
The day before yesterday...later in the evenin...

2. What were you doing at 8am this morning?
In the car to work with darling bf

3. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
Reading blogs and looking for tutorials on editing blog design

4. Are you any good at math?
I HATE maths coz im bad at it!

7. Are you mad at anyone right now?
Nope

8. Do you know the words to the song on your friendster profile?
Huh?Got song meh?

9. Last thing received in mail?
friendster updates

10. How many different drinks have you had today?
Half a cuppa nescafe ealier and now coffee

11. What was for breafast this morning?
One Puri

12. Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machine?
Never used one or saw one b4.(except in tv lah)

13. Any plans for tonight?
Dinner wit bf as usual,watch tv, zzzz

14. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?
Of coz!!

15. What's the most painful dental procedure you've had?
Years ago when i was in school and the doc had to pull out my extra tooth

16. What's outside your front door?
nutin

17. Do you have plans on friday morning?
Work

18. Do you like the ocean?
Yup

19. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different popcorns?
Nope.Got meh?

20. Have you ever been to a planetarium?
Yup,it was a school trip

22. Something you are excited about?
Starting my masters in one month's time

23. Who around you has the most problems?
no one

24. Are any of your great-grandparents still alive?
Yup.My great grandmother(mom's grandma).She is almost 100 yrs old.

25. Describe your love life
Going well....:)

27. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people?
A few weeks ago in front of my students

28. Do you like anyone right now?
It has alwiz been HIM...:)

29. What was the weather like on your birthday?
Beau weather...:)

30. Do you sleep with the door open or closed at night?
Of coz la closed!

31. If you could change your name, what would it be?
Cant think of one right now.

32. Do you like your middle name?
Front,middle,back all in one...:P

33. Who are you thinking about right now?
No one

34. Do you consider your best friends family?
Mayb.Is my bf family?lolx....

35. Favorite food?
Choc,chic rice,sardine cutlet curry,.....

36. Who's reading this post right now?
My blog friends

A Thought on Mothers

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 23 May 2007 04:21:00 +0000

"I think the hardest thing for a mother is to make it possible for a child to be independent and at the same time let the child know how much you love her, how much you want to take care of her, and yet how truly essential it is for her to fly on her own."
— Madeleine Albright

Real notices

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 23 May 2007 03:31:00 +0000

Real notices spotted around the world and written by...well, "people whose first language is not English".
1. In a Tokyo Hotel: Is forbidden to steal hotel towels please. If you are not a person to do such a thing is please not to read notis.
2. In a hotel in Athens: Visitors are expected to complain at the office between the hours of 9 and 11 A.M. daily.
3. In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from Russian Orthodox monastery: You are welcome to visit the cemetary where famous Russian and Soviet composers, artists, and writers are buried daily except Thursday.
4. Outside a Hong Kong tailor shop: Ladies may have a fit upstairs.
5. In a Rhodes tailor shop: Order your summers suit. Because is big rush we will execute customers in strict rotation.
6. In a Budapest zoo: Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable food, give it to the guard on duty.
7. A sign in a Paris hotel: "Please leave your values at the front desk"
8. On the door of a Moscow hotel room: "If this is your first visit to the USSR, you are welcome to it"
9. Instructions in a Belgrade elevator: "To more the cabin, push button for wishing floor. If the cabin should enter more persons, each one should press a number of wishing floor. Driving is then going alphabetically by national order."
10. A sign in a Norwegian cocktail lounge: "Ladies are requested not to have children in the bar"
11. A sign in a Bucharest hotel lobby: "The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable."
12. From an advertisement by a dentist in Hong Kong: "Teeth extracted by the latest Methodists"
13. How a sewage treatment plant was marked on a Tokyo map: "Dirty Water Punishment Place"
14. Sign in a Leipzig elevator: "Do not enter lift backwards, and only when lit up"
15. Sign in an Austrian hotel catering to skiers: "Not to perambulate the corridors in the hours of repose in the boots of ascension."
16. Sign in a Czechoslovakian tourist agency: "Take one of our horse driven city tours - we guarantee no miscarriages."
17. From the instructions on a Japanese hotel air conditioner: "Cooles and Heates: If you want just condition of warm in your room, please control yourself."
18. Sign in a Copenhagen airline ticket office: "We take your bags and send them in all directions"
19. From the menu of a Swiss restaurant: "Our wines leave you nothing to hope for"
20. From a tourist brochure: "In the close village you can buy jolly memorials for when you pass away."
21. Two signs in a Majorcan shops: "Here speeching American" and “English well talking.”
22. Sign in a Hong Kong supermarket: "For your convenience, we recommend courteous, efficient self-service."
23. From a story in an East African newspaper: "A new swimming pool is rapidly taking shape since the contractors have thrown in the bulk of their workers."
24. Sign in a Vienna hotel: "In case of fire, do your utmost to alarm the hotel porter.
25. Detour sign in Japan: "Stop. Drive sideways."
26. Sign at a Swiss inn: "Special Today - no ice cream"
27. Instructions on a Japanese medicine bottle: "Adults: 1 tablet 3 times a day until passing away"
28. In a Tokyo shop: Our nylons cost more than common, but you'll find they are best in the long run.

Joke 2

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 23 May 2007 03:28:00 +0000

These are actual excuse notes from parents(including original spelling) collected by Nisheeth Parekh, University Texas Medical Branch at Galveston...

Please excuse Gloria from Jim today. She is administrating.
Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by very close veins.
Please excuse Ray Friday from school. He has very loose vowels.
Please excuse Pedro from being absent yesterday. He had (diahre)(dyrea)(direathe) the shits. [words were crossed out in the)'s].
Please excuse Roland from P.E. for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.
My son is under a doctor's care and should not take P.E. today. Please execute him.
Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick and I had her shot.
John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.
I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping because I don't know what size she wear.
My daughter was absent yesterday because she was tired. She spent a weekend with the Marines.
Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could not breed well.
Please excuse Mary for being absent yesterday. She was in bed with gramps.
Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a gangover.
Please excuse Burma, she has been sick and under the doctor.
Maryann was absent December 11-16, because she had a fever, sore throat, headache and upset stomach. Her sister was also sick, fever and sore throat, her brother had a low grade fever and ached all over. I wasn't the best either, sore throat and fever. There must be something going around, her father even got hot last night.
Dear School: Please ekscuse John being absent on Jan. 28, 29, 30,31,32, and also 33.
Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football. He washurt in the growing part.
Please excuse Tommy for being absent yesterday. He had diarrhea and his boots leak.
Please excuse Jimmy for being. It was his father's fault.
Sally won't be in school a week from Friday. We have to attend her funeral.
Please excuse Jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get the Sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it Monday, we thought it was Sunday.

Joke 1

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 23 May 2007 03:22:00 +0000

FBI agents conducted a raid of a psychiatric hospital in San Diego that was under investigation for medical insurance fraud. After hours of reviewing thousands of medical records, the dozens of agents had worked up quite an appetite. The FBI was taping all conversations at the hospital, and this conversation took place when the agent in charge called a nearby pizza delivery service to order.
Agent: Hello. I would like to order 19 large pizzas and 67 cans of soda.
Pizza Man: And where would you like them delivered?
Agent: We're over at the psychiatric hospital.
Pizza Man: The psychiatric hospital?
Agent: That's right. I'm an FBI agent.
Pizza Man: You're an FBI agent?
Agent: That's correct. Just about everybody here is.
Pizza Man: And you're at the psychiatric hospital? Agent: That's correct. And make sure you don't go through the front doors. We have them locked. You will have to go around to the back to the service entrance to deliver the pizzas.
Pizza Man: And you say you're all FBI agents?
Agent: That's right. How soon can you have them here?
Pizza Man: And everyone at the psychiatric hospital is an FBI agent?
Agent: That's right. We've been here all day and we're starving.
Pizza Man: How are you going to pay for all of this?
Agent: I have my checkbook right here.
Pizza Man: And you're all FBI agents?
Agent: That's right. Everyone here is an FBI agent. Can you remember to bring the pizzas and sodas to the service entrance in the rear? We have the front doors locked.
Pizza Man: I don't think so. Click.

Probably the most pointless sign in the world

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 23 May 2007 03:19:00 +0000

This road sign near Dodwalls in Cornwall claims to ease traffic by being closed, although, it does not seem to be doing the trick.

Hand written car plate number

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 23 May 2007 03:17:00 +0000

Spotted this car with a 'marker pen written plate number' near bukit Bintang a couple of weeks ago....

Funny sign at restaurant......

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 23 May 2007 03:15:00 +0000

riddiculous?funny?

I believe in...

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 23 May 2007 03:01:00 +0000

I believe in...

GOD
I believe in Aliens, ufos, ghost...
I believe in Karma
I believe in Faith
I believe in true friendship
I believe in doing things fast
I believe in LOVE
I believe in romance
I believe in being loyal and true
I believe that the world will end one day
I believe in dreams
I believe in imagination
I believe in being honest
I believe in sacrificing
I believe in in self dignity
I believe in ME!

Hello, where are your manners?

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:34:00 +0000

SHORT-TAKE BY HOO BAN KHEE

THE hand-phone is one of the most important inventions of the last century, making instant communication possible at any time and almost anywhere in the world.
Unlike the fixed line, it is mobile and convenient. It is pocket-sized, light and sleek, and comes with multiple functions and in very attractive colours.
You can dial a number anywhere in the world and get connected directly with people without the hassle of going through an operator who may not speak your language.
But the flip side is the emergence of some hand-phone users who are less than considerate and keep yakking loudly in public places, anywhere they like.
You find them chatting on the phone during a meeting, inside a lift, toilet, bus, restaurant and even the theatre and cinema.
They spoil the atmosphere and become a nuisance to the people around them. It is annoying when you are forced to listen to conversation that you are least interested in.
I also find it extremely annoying - even insulting - when people sharing a meal with you are more interested in taking a long time talking on the hand-phone than sharing your company.
That leads me to a recent advertisement by a telecommunications company to promote its services during the Chinese New Year.
It works on the tradition of the reunion dinner held on new year's eve in order to promote its special services called the “longevity calls”.
Thus, you see family members partaking in what looks like a reunion dinner but instead of enjoying the meal and fellowship, all of them are busy yakking away on the hand-phones.
With a pair of chopsticks poised over a spread of sumptuous dishes on the table and their heads bending sideways to talk into the hand-phones resting on their shoulders in unison, the scenario looks decidedly comical, even ridiculous.
What kind of image does it project? Do the Chinese partake in the reunion dinner in this way? Is yakking on the phone more important than the most meaningful meal of the year for all members of the family?
Where is the new year spirit? Where is the tradition? Where are the grandparents, the parents and the children who are supposed to share the reunion dinner and to catch up with one another at the gathering?
Many may argue that the advertisement is simply a clever and funny gimmick to draw attention and get the sales message across.
Others, especially those who stick to tradition, would find it upsetting.
It is indeed a clever attempt at capturing the occasion and giving it a twist to sell the company's services and get people talking but it certainly leaves a bad taste to people who value culture and traditions because of the wrong focus.
It may not be guilty of cultural subversion but it trivialises a long-cherished tradition.
And above all, where are the table manners?

Don't Mess With Old Ladies

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 21 Feb 2007 05:34:00 +0000

An older lady gets pulled over for speeding...
Older Woman: Is there a problem, Officer?
Officer: Ma'am, you were speeding.
Older Woman: Oh, I see.
Officer: Can I see your license please?
Older Woman: I'd give it to you but I don't have one.
Officer: Don't have one?
Older Woman: Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.
Officer: I see...Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.
Older Woman:I can't do that.
Officer:Why not?
Older Woman:I stole this car.
Officer:Stole it?
Older Woman:Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.
Officer:You what?
Older Woman:His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see
The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for
back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly
approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.
Officer 2:Ma'am, could you step out of your vehicle please! The woman steps out of her vehicle.
Older woman:Is there a problem sir?
Officer 2:One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered
the owner.
Older Woman:Murdered the owner?
Officer 2:Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.
The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.
Officer 2:Is this your car, ma'am?
Older Woman:Yes, here are the registration papers. The officer is quite
stunned.
Officer 2:One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license.
The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to
the officer. The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.
Officer 2:Thank you ma'am, one of my officers told me you didn't have a
license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner. Older Woman: Bet the liar told you I was speeding,too.

Men are better friends!

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 21 Feb 2007 05:34:00 +0000

Women:
A wife was not at home for a whole night. So, the very next morning, she
tells her husband that she stayed at her girlfriend's apartment over night.
The husband calls 10 of her best girlfriend's and none of them confirm that.

Men:
A husband was not at home for a whole night. So he tells his wife the very
next morning, that he stayed at his friend's apartment over night. So the
wife calls 10 of his best friends: 5 of them confirm that he stayed at their
apartments that night, and the other 5 are claiming that he still is there
with them!

I Miss You Mayang!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Fri, 12 Jan 2007 02:15:00 +0000

Tis post is inspired by Su who wrote in her own blog bout missing Mayang.

Today is 11th Jan 2007.My last in Limkokwing, Pj campus was on 22nd Dec 06.Actually my last day was supposed to be on 4th Jan 2007 but i took my annual leave.

Its been almost 3 weeks since i stepped out of Mayang,seen my old colleagues.The 'Miss Mayang' bug does occasionally infect my brain once in a while.I look back at the hundreds of photos bringing back sweet memories and smile.

There's loads of things that i miss at Mayang:
1.breakfast with my colleagues in the pantry or at IH resource room.
2.morning stand up meetings
3.surfing the net the whole day(i can do the same at my ne place as im given my own pc)
4.ta pau(packing)lunch wit su and yang
5.vege food,indian aunty's food and the malay food.all so cheap!
6.havin my bf send me to work in sum mornings.
7.havin breakfast wit my bf at bombays.
8.havin breakfast sumtimes wit my colleagues at bombays.
9.havin breakfast wit su at the roti canai shop on saturdays.
10.having breakfast wit my bf at tmn megah on sum saturdays.
11.yakking away wit my colleagues.
12.the marketing trip to pahang.
13.Goin back home wit Su to have tea at Nagas.
14.The So Looonnnggg lunch break on Fridays!(12-3)
15.Havin lunch at Amcorp Mall on Fridays.
16.wonderful events such as mysterious nite and deeparaya with the students.
17.my students!!!!!!

theres are things that i dun like to but lts not go into there....:P

anyways,like Su said,i too have no regrets....

Mayang was one of its kind.I will alwiz cherish the memories.

Farewell Mayang.....

Happy New Year!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Fri, 05 Jan 2007 03:31:00 +0000

Hey Peepz!!

I hope it's not too late to still wish you guys:

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007!!!

Happy New Year 2007 wishes to all of you,
I wish love and good fortune,every mingle mix,
Prosperity and Joy,with much Happiness too,
Packed in this special thought, and sent to you.

You're wished they Joy,of whole world today,
never ending wishes,are surely sent your way,
Each day all the year,365 days please remember,
What I am wishing for you,January to December.

You're wished the best ever,but many times over,
Even the wistful thought,of a four leafed clover,
All your days will be bright and never go wrong,
Rainbow Joy,New Year Magic,365 days along!!!!!!

May Her Soul Rest In Peace

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Fri, 05 Jan 2007 03:19:00 +0000

Last nite my sis came bck late from her double shift.She said that they had to attend to an emergency case where a women who had just given birth through normal delivery was wheeled to the ICU dept where my sis worked as she was bleeding terribly after giving birth.My sis said there may be a few reasons such as the placenta didn't come out completely and bridge or something like that and etc.

The floor all the wasy to the ICU was wet with blood as she was bleeding alot.She must have lost a few litres of blood.Her husband was crying and following her.The trolley(not sure what it is called)was soaked wet with blood.

There was no BP and she had stopped breathing for some time so they had to do CPR on her.She was not conscious and flat.

I prayed that she will survive as she has a newborn baby to take care.

This morning i smsed my sis and asked hows the women doin and my sis replied that she had passed away.Can't help it.The baby is not doin very well either.

I am just so sad that she died giving birth and her baby will be motherless.Thinking how devasthed will her husband and family be.

They would have been happily preparing for the arrival of their new bundle of joy and instead of celebrating, they would be preparing for the morther's funeral.How much the new mother would have looked forward to be a mother.The plans that she had for her baby.Its really so sad to imagine and think of it.So devastating.

I pray to GOD that her soul may rest in peace.And that her baby will get well.How will the father take the loss of not only lossing his wife but also his newborn baby.

"Eternal rest, grant to them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen."

Goodbye 2006,Here I Come 2007!

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Wed, 20 Dec 2006 01:09:00 +0000

In about 11 days time, year 2006 will end and we will usher in year 2007.Time really flies by FAST as i can still remember ushering in year 2006.365 days really is short!

Year 2006 has been very generous and fulfilling.Even though i didn't achieve some of my resolutions,I am glad i did achieve a few.Like i have stopped biting my nails!I'm into french manicure right now and i really can't imagine biting my long beau finger nails now.Beau alright,except for that i broke my lil finger on my right hand a couple of days back during my driving class.Oh boy!

Working life has been both good and bad.I have learnt alot from my current job,not only teaching which is really good.

I'm excited for 2007, as i will be starting a new chapter of working life in a new place.Nervous too.Well,everyone will feel nervous at a new job and place.But i believe the grass is always greener on the other side.On the other side of Limkokwing of coz.Everyone will agree wit tat...:P

I'll be having ample of free time at my new job as it's flexible timing.I just go for classes and consultation hours.How good can it get?Plus i would be teaching more into advertising and graphic designing which is REALLY MY KINDA FIELD.More time to do freelancing and start my masters.

If i dun have classes,I just go in by 2pm.But im not planning to do that all the time of coz!I'll be damn bored at home man!I am experiencing boredome now itself with my working hours wic is like 8.30-5pm.Ya,im sittin in the staffrum reading Sophie Kinsella's book trying to past my time!

Yup,i plan to take masters part time next year.Been saving up for it.So far so good!

Come 2007 and i'll be 25 years old!Damn,tats da not so nice part!I dun like getting old!I wish i was stil a kid playing in the playground!So many things to enjoy.Now it's more to work and work and work!More responsibilty!

hopefully i'll pass my driving test tom.If not i'll sit again next thurs after 3 more hours of classes.I can sit as many time as i can til i pass as i took the Learn Till U Pass package.Wic means i can fail and retake it as many times and i dun have to pay an extra single cent.Hope i can have my driving license by end of this year.Or if my luck is not tat good,by early next year....:P

Will have to sit down and plan my Goals & Resolutions for 2007.It's alwiz good to make resolutions.Resolutions that can benefit you.That are positive.That can make you a better person.If u cant make all of it become true,at least a few will be good enough.

Neways,wen i can think more to write on 2006 and comin g 2007,ill add up to my post k...

Till then,have a wonderful remaining year 2006 and have a great blast of New Year 2007!

Farewell Mayang

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 02:44:00 +0000

We had a 'farewell mayang-potluck-party' last Wednesday.

We Are Moving

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 01:57:00 +0000

Its been like donkey ages since i blogged.I have been very lazy.Wanting to blog but my mind just goes blank on what should i talk about.Everyday i keep saying to myself that i would blog today and i keep postponing it.So sorry people.i am truly becoming lazier and lazier to blog.But i wanna blog.I read your blogs like everyday and i see most of your blogs are just like mine.Sleeping.And i become more lazy to blog.

Whats been happening in my life?Nothing much i would say.Our campus here is closing down this month and we are being relocated back to the main campus in Cyberjaya.Everyone is busy doing somthing else but not packing yet.last minute as usual.We would be starting in Cyberjaya next month.We have been told that we have to start packing next week.

I am so gona miss this place.It is like so nearby to my place.So near to LRT.So near to everything!!!!!!

Cyberjaya is so so so far away.Everything is expensive there.Transport,food,etc.

When i was studying there and staying in the hostel i didn't find it a problem at all.Staying in hostel was good.free net 24/7.cheap food.But now that i am working i don;t think i can find life there.Boring boring boring.And i am not gona move over there just becoz we r relocating there.i am happy staying in KL.i am not going anywher far.Far too expensive to transvel,to eat and more.

Students went on break starting last week.The campus is empty right now.So quiet.

Tonite we are having a 'Farewell Mayang Party'.Dress code-Anything BUT Black...;p
We are having BBQ and more.Potluck as well as we have to bring something.I just bought a big bag of jelly sweets.

Bf wud be fetching me tonite as it will finish late.will upload some pictures here after tonite.

Hmm....,other that tat...lets see.....Mom went for an Angiogram last Wednesday at IJN(National Heart Institute).

*An angiogram is an imaging test that uses x-rays to view your body’s blood vessels. Physicians often use this test to study narrow, blocked, enlarged, or malformed arteries in many parts of your body, including your brain, heart, abdomen, and legs.

She frequently has chest pains.The Malacca Hosp was late(Government,wat do u expect)so we made appoinment for her ourselves in IJN.She coudnt even go tru level 2 our of 5 in the Stress Test.Therfor the doc made her an appointment to do the angiogram to see if her hear is fine.

I took 2 days leave-on wed & thurs.the angiogram took about 3 hours wic made us scared as it normally onli took bout 30 min.we were having thought that she did have blokkage and the doc was inserting stents in her heart.how reliefed we were when she was put saying the doc said her hear is clear and ther is no blockage in her heart!!!!:):)

however,the doc gave a letter askin her to do a scan to see if her chest pain is caused by nerves at her spinal cord.Hope there is nothing serious with her and she gets fine soon....

BTW,her angiogram was on my parents wedding anniversary.The next day,mom treated us to a good lunch to celebrate the good news plus with the wedding anniversary...:)

Would be going back home for Xmas.Will b visiting a fren's house.She called me like after 5 years!It was such a suprise.i assumed she was calling me to invite me for her wedding...:P...lolx....

neways,i hope u guys have a great day ahead!wil update my blog soon!REAL SOON.Promise!..:)

Cheerz!

Happy Deepavali & Selamat Hari Raya!

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Tue, 17 Oct 2006 04:29:00 +0000

This Saturday,Hindus from all around the world will be celebrating Deepavali, also known as Diwali.I will be going down to my mom's hometown,Taiping on Thursday.Parents and brother is coming over to stay at my place tomorrow.We will be leaving to Taiping on Thursday early morning.We will leave Taiping on Sunday as my sister starts work on Monday.I will be folowing my family back to Malacca as i'm on leave till 29th October due to the Hari Raya celebration which falls on Tuesday and Wednesday.As Deepavali coincides with Hari Raya again this year just like last year, we are celebrating 'Deeparaya'.Can't wait for the long awaited holiday and celebration!!!!Wishing all my dear friends Happy Deepavali & Selamat Hari Raya!

What is Deepavali?

A colorful festival that is celebrated by all Hindus worldwide is Deepavali, which is also known as the festival of lights. This festival usually falls around late October and November. One important practice that the Hindus follow during the festival is to light oil lamps in their homes on Deepavali morning. By lighting the oil lamps, the Hindus are thanking the gods for the happiness, knowledge, peace and wealth that they have received. The Hindus consider Deepavali as one of the most important festivals to celebrate.

The Legend

There is even an interesting legend behind this festival. The story goes that Narakasura, a demon, ruled the kingdom of Pradyoshapuram. Under his rule, the villagers suffered a lot of hardship as the demon tortured the people and kidnapped the women to be imprisoned in his palace. Seeing his wickedness, Lord Khrishna set out to destroy the demon and the day Narakasura died was celebrated as Deepavali, the triumph of good over evil!

Celebrations

The Hindus usually awake early in the morning of deepavali around 3am and the first ritual will be having an oil bath, which is an important feature of Deepavali. Hindus will be dressed in their new clothes on Deepavali. Most of the ladies would be clad in silk saris or Punjabi suits of various bright shades. Hindus particularly dislike dressing in black on that day, as they consider black an inauspicious color for the festival. Hindus would also pay their respects to the elderly and most families would go to the temple after having breakfast. This is also an important practice for them. The reason why they would be going to the temples is to pray to get happiness and prosperity on Deepavali. The houses would be decorated with oil lamps and children will play with firecrackers to celebrate the festival. On the first day, they would not go visiting but would stay at home to welcome the guests who visit them.

Food

Visiting Hindus during Deepavali will be an interesting activity, as you will get to taste a wide variety of delicious food. In every home that you visit you are bound to be served with a tempting spread of sweets. Some of the popular sweets are halwa, burfi and laddu. Hindus love eating spicy food.Thosais, idlis, naans and also idiyapom are served with prawn sambal, mutton curry, chicken curry, etc.Murrukus, oma pudi and other types of biscuits such as jem tart, peanut biscuit, etc are much sought after.

Fire works

Fireworks are played starting on the eve of Deepavali and can go on till about 1 week.

A lil bit bout Hari Raya

Hari Raya Puasa is also commonly known as Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Hari Raya (Malay for "Day of Celebration") is a term used in Malaysia that can apply to the Muslim festivals of Eid ul-Fitr or Eid ul-Adha. Typically, simply "Hari Raya" refers to Eid ul-Fitr, which is also known as "Hari Raya Aidilfitri" or "Hari Raya Puasa" (literally "Fasting Day of Celebration").As Eid ul-Fitr often coincides with either the Hindu festival of Deepavali or the Chinese New Year, which are both celebrated in Malaysia, portmanteaus such as DeepaRaya or Kongsi Raya have been created that refer to Eid ul-Fitr and one of the two festivals.

When you are supposed to be working...

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Tue, 17 Oct 2006 04:29:00 +0000

I am surrounded with people who lack the values below.

Punctuality
Effiency
Time Management
Hardworking
Work Smart, Not Work Hard
etc

When there is work, they tend to keep themselfs busy and preoccupied with things that don't come together with this job.Things that are done as leisure.Things that are not supposed to be done while you are working.I am just baffled with these people.I don't undestand if they know what they are doing, what they are supposed to be doing and what they are not supposed to be doing.And when the work is supposed to be completed on the certain time, they will complaining that the work is alot and rushing like mad.They are lecturers and yet they behave like their students.Seriously.

I always finish my work on time,ealier in fact. There is ample of time for you to do your own work.These people need to be given some course on how to work.

By not completing your work,you tend to make people wait for you.And waiting is not good.I hate to wait for people and make people wait.

Please share your comments here as i really need some opinions...

Hepy Weekendz!

noreply@blogger.com (Petite Queen) — Sat, 07 Oct 2006 03:34:00 +0000

Have agreat weekend ahead!