lead me the way

Liyana Azira is finding the direction.

super hero terbang tinggi

In A Staright Line

Today: Break fasting with PTD 1/2009 friends at Precinct 16, Putrajaya.
Saturday: With a long-lost dear friend of mine. *miss.kamu*
Sunday: With soul-sibs: Farina, Eman, Gonn and Ajid at Ampang (Ladang Jagung?)
Monday: With kipochi at TBD venue
Tuesday: With MAMPU's PTD friends

Conclusion: BYE-BYE diet.


Cintailah saya seadanya.

Connection of Belief

Been thinking about the connection of faith and emotion of late. I started thinking about emotion yet again, following this little disconcerting experience last year where my hidden emotional abilities seemed to be much more conscious than my supposedly rational thinking abilities.

Emotional reactions are a kind of sixth sense.

Faith might be a sort of emotion but on the other it describes the very state of acceptance or belief in that which we feel.

We don’t question whether the feeling exists or not, or from where it sprung, we believe in it, we experience it, we know that it is bona fide, that it exists, that it signifies something sincere, honest and true.

Saya sahaja yang tahu.

Amazing thing is that some instinctual part of us *felt* something way way before the conscious mind had even a hint of a slip of an illusion of what was approaching.


Believe that a Tortoise can walk fast and a Butterfly may loose its wings.

Louder Than Words

Today:

Short and snappy no words posts activated, I’m on a very chock-a-block schedule...

Superwish

I love to read. If it's doable, (At the moment, it's NOT) I love to read...too much! Beyond doubt. I was the kid with her nose always stuck in a book growing up.

...and books are still my best friends.

My idea of a perfect day? Day in a bookstore, browsing the tempting menu…
a bite of fiction, a swill of poems, and a yummy crumb of magazines...I love them all!

Bilakah impian ku kan tercapai lagi?

Sigh.


Doing 'Lead By Example, 50 Ways Great Leaders Inspire'.book review tonight

A Plum Once Said

I ‘love’ my new hair!

After a wearing one week course followed by a really dreadful Owh-thank-God-it-is-not-the-swine-fever, and with the deliberation of a having a new me will help to eases up the tightness, I set off for a new hair-do last weekend. And thanks to the most convivial SMS,
“T&G Promo. Spa Perm/Rebonding RM jada-jada-jada”

Spa Perm?

Macam best.

So yes, I went for one and sat in front of the mirror admiringly my new locks after a stiff 4 hours sit and helicopter head banging. But it is only for a jiffy tick until Ms. Repunzel reverie has been swiped away by the so-called hair trimming which ended up to be a really short-chop-a-chop cut!

“Hey! It’s the end trimming that I wanted and not a hair cut!”

Bye-bye curls!

Yes, I cried for 2 days seeing my reflection of the new curled short hair in spite of of how people said it is just fine. But with one magic spell by the T-Prince, “Cantik la Yanna”, mengada-ngada-ly, I bunged the unconstructive thought and learn to accept things as it is.

So let’s recognize our true self and be pleased as there is no necessity for us to strip our self off our originality. We just need to think good of our self. There is a world for each one of us, where we shall reign as queen (or king,,, kong) by just being our self anyway. Saya cinta diri saya walaupun rambut saya sudah dipotong ‘ter’pendek!

A plum once said, just because a banana lover came by, we should not transformed our self into a banana.

But disappointingly, most of us did and we incessantly trying hard to change.

And later we turned into an orange.

And when someone said it was bitter, we became an apple.

And Ha-ha, they went in search of grapes.

Heartrending

So let’s just remain as a plum and waited for a plum lover.

Hehe

What I have learnt, just find that world… well, in fact, that world will find us!

Everything and everybody has been created with a self uniqueness to serve the purpose that we can only accomplish by being our unique self. In fact, we as our self alone can act our purpose and I as I alone can serve my purpose.

Mari celebrate our uniqueness!


What am i to you...

In The Mood Of : Falling Dan Jatuh

People said,
"Wishes do come true" right?

Just wish I had a crystal ball to show me if it is worth it all...




Falling For You

I don’t know but
I think I maybe
Fallin’ for you
Dropping so quickly
Maybe I should
Keep this to myself
Waiting ’til I
Know you better

I am trying
Not to tell you
But I want to
I’m scared of what you’ll say
So I’m hiding what I’m feeling
But I’m tired of
Holding this inside my head

I’ve been spending all my time
Just thinking about ya
I don’t know what to do
I think I’m fallin’ for you
I’ve been waiting all my life
and now I found ya
I don’t know what to do
I think I’m fallin’ for you
I’m fallin’ for you

As I’m standing here
And you hold my hand
Pull me towards you
And we start to dance
All around us
I see nobody
Here in silence
It’s just you and me

Oh I just can’t take it
My heart is racing
The emotions keep spinning out

I can’t stop thinking about it
I want you all around me
And now I just can’t hide it
I think I’m fallin’ for you

I’m fallin’ for you


Kawan-kawan, Malam Nada Biru jom!

Kembali

Geesh! Wow, I know it's been a long time since my last post. Just fading myself off the blog radar. And disappointingly blogging is at the very low scale on my totem pole of priorities that when time is limited, it oozes down it even far.

But someone has triggered up the mood of updating this little baby of mine last night and suddenly I realized that it has not been fed for quite phase of time.

Yes, it's been obsessive lately. Work has been in reality, intense (Owh, I left the Bank!) and grinding me down, but truthfully, I LOVE my new job. And I’m so blessed to have been given the chance of doing something that I feel affection for.

And I’m as well so thankful that I have been blessed with the best of people on earth when it comes to friends. I am not regretting even a second I spent with my besties pretties and hunkies.

Yanna got carried away.
hehe

Fortunately, yes, I have always the best of people surrounding me in every occasion.

OMG, I just couldn’t tell you how much I have missed blogging. I am hoping that I’m able to start posting more regularly. With the lost of my writing agility after the 6 months of bunking off, terimalah wadah pembuka bicara from saya.

*sigh


Contemplating away to give thanks to the person that was there to 'hold' my hand

Gong Xi Fa Cai

I would like to take this opportunity to wish all Chinese readers “Gong Xi Fa Cai” ahead of the Chinese New Year celebrations next week. (I hardly go online over the weekend lately as it will normally being packed out with so called ‘eventful’ plans, so it is the best for me to put it an advance wish). As always, if you are going to travel longer distances, I hope you will continue to make safety your top-most priority as you embark on your journey. :)

Eunice and 'Ah Boy'... this is for you guys! Comment lor! Dont be a 'silent reader' ...

The Investigator

So why am I calling myself an investigator?

Indeed yes, I feel like I’m one now. Detective Liyana.

A friend of mine received a courier from her online ‘boyfriend’ from UK and there in the parcel, the guy has placed together a cash of 5000 pound. Since there is no way for any cash to be sent via courier, she has faced so many problems in claiming the parcel from the courier company, Fast Link Express and needs her to pay RM 4,960 for the clearance administration.

I know, it sounds so unreasonable, but yes, she paid for it and this has been done via wired transfer to the courier company bank account. Later on she received another advised from them that the process of releasing her parcel needs Inland Revenue execution, thus the package and its contents has to be insured and the added valued tax has to be paid before her parcel can be dispatched and delivered to her.

But this time, she become ‘conscious’, so she refused to further pay any amount and requested for the RM 4,960.00 to be returned.

[Judgment 1: The courier company bank account is under a personal account number. If it is really a true courier company, they should have their own trade account number right?]

But it wasn’t as easy as she might think and she nitpicked her boyfriend and told him her frustration. And since the Mr. Prince Charming didn’t want to ‘loose’ her sad princess (or the money?) and get loose of her ‘trust’, he remitted 250,000 pound into her saving account. (That is like a million over Ringgit!)

He told the girl that his love is for real and he really thinks that she is his lucky charm. Jada-jada drama.

As per normal remittance procedure, he asked from her the swift code, her account number and the receiving bank details and she gave him all. Prior to that, she received another call claiming that it is from CIMB Johore, to confirm on such transfer whether it is a valid transfer. And the ‘bank officer’ advised her on the procedure to claim the amount. She has been given two choices, first to wait until they received clearance approval from BNM (as it is a very large amount and abnormally transacted into her account) which will take sometimes to be cleared and engaged tedious procedures or the second, for her to open an account in the sender’s bank, which in the Barclays Bank of UK.

After listening to the ‘branch officer’ best advice, she opted for the second, without any doubt and much deliberation.

[Judgment 2: Why should CIMB Johore called her when her home branch is in Shah Alam? And why is there no specific branch location given?]

To open an account in Barclays, she needs to have an initial deposit of 1,300 pound for the account opening and this ‘can’ just being done online. And she agreed. And the money was then transferred to the ‘bank officer’ personal account who claimed to be the middle agent of Barclays. She had as well submitted all of her personal details and the ‘account opening form’ via email to Barclays.

[Judgment 3: Can we really open an account online? I mean initial account opening. Nope, I don’t think so.]

It was until I met her the other day and she told me the whole story and she has been keeping this to herself for almost 2 weeks! Gosh! I then told her all my doubtfulness and helped her to call CIMB to check on their bank procedure and seeking advised on the next steps of actions. And after some checking, we found out that the officer who called her is not a CIMB staff but she might be the middle remittance agency in charged of the deposit clearance. So the next morning, she called her home branch and it is confirmed that they are unable to retrieve such agent. Sigh.

I did my own checking with my colleagues too, and it is confirmed to be a big time scam. Firstly, as per my manager’s advice who served Barclays before joining OCBC, they have a policy for not to communicate or ask any personal details via email and secondly, their email address is @barclays.co.uk and not as the one my friend received, barclaysfinances@mail2Uk.com.

Further to that, the contact number provided in the email, +447031862891 is a mobile number! (No bank will communicate in such manner right?)

So I went to Barclays’s website, and checked under their security clauses and practice, yes, it is indeed true as being told. I would say, from my own finding and conclusion, I don’t think it was conveyed by Barclays Bank but just a scam.

So my dearest readers please and please be aware of such scam. So should you receive such offer in the future, just disregard it by any chance. Fraudsters are ubiquitously and even my credit card has been used without my authorization twice before for some purchases made online. We never know, we might be their next victim. So do keep your personal details to yourself and not to let it be freely shared with everybody. Of course, please do not trust anyone that easy even they are our friends or somebody close to us. We never know. It is human normal penchant and desire that we just do something without much thinking when we see any opportunity. And for that desires, we might forget and become the perpetrator or becoming the victim.

For what ever that we do, think twice. Life is beautiful and sweet. How we wish that everything were nice to be true. But sometimes, and most of the time, it is just too damn good to be true.


Someone knocks my heart :)

Happy Isnin

As promised, I’m back today. And I’m learning hard in chorusing the reading and writing in such a chock-a-block schedule. It is such a wearing Monday. I opened my department inbox this morning and ‘smiled’ ‘with pleasure’ to the so much convivial-welcoming remark ‘inbox [60]’.

Yeay!

Doing business communication thing is undeniably my cup of tea. Even so when it is Monday, I just can’t get hold of calling it an agitated day. How you wish that pleasant and amusing weekend could run eternally but was bunged by an annoying alarm clock that rings at 6am and washing away your castle in the sky. Adieu fantasy.

And added with nearly 55 letters and emails prepared and replied to customers today, it builds up my abhorrence-ness of M.O.N.D.A.Y.

(Dear inner soul, stop complaining!)

Hey! I wasn’t that awful in fact. As it is the payday! A.k.a the debt paying day! Sigh.

(Dear inner soul, stop becoming belligerent!)

O-K

There is nothing much to talk about today. But I have a nice Monday brainteaser for all of you...
"Is it more correct to say the yolk of eggs is white or the yolk of eggs are white?"

Answer:
Next post!


Where O where...

Rojak

I have been contemplating the whole world of blogging again. Once you get out of blogging on a regular basis sometimes it's hard to get back to it. There are so many things you'd like to blog about, but where do you start?

I’m stuck in a vicious circle.

Offline, there are numerous things you'd like to blog about, but you just can't for some ‘unavoidable’ reason, until when you are blogging again, it’s just a whole different natter. It is just poles apart.

Unavoidable?

I proclaim myself that I’m a multi-tasking monster. But not for reading and writing. Sadly, I just can’t do both at the same time. And that is to reason my away. And for the past 2 weeks, I’m on my own unidentified reason reading marathon. Not the kind where people run a lot, but the kind where the book in question has pegged that you on and has therefore masterfully planned to keep you glued to the spot by showing pages after pages of nicely written fiction. And before I started the fifth book, I realized that it is time for me to blog again. And nope, I’m not gonna let my blog decompose.

So we're 18 days into 2009 and what a better time to start rolling out my Goals, (I prefer not to call it resolutions).

And so far, I’m so thankful that it commenced flawlessly. Though there are still humps in between, I believe life is for the living and we simply have to give our best to get the best. Embracing where we are and not to sweat the small stuff as the humps is just part of the life that makes us stronger and a better person forward. After all, time brings about change, and change brings about growth.

Kan?

Btw, with all the excitement of the new year, I forgot to mention my new 'do'. I have cut my hair short, and now regrettably announcing that I miss my old hair! But then again, I take it as a way to cut off all the blueness away. And to start fresh emotionally and physically as a new person for a better days ahead. Insyallah.

Alhamdullilah, for I believe in every test that the God has tested us with, with patient and incessant praying and tawakal, insyallah, there will always ‘something’ nice destined for us. To share a good news, I have passed my PTD (PAC) assessment test. So I’ll be sitting for the 3rd test, the interview in February. I’m very much excited but yet stunned as I just couldn’t believe as true that I have make it to the interview session which is the last assessment. Alhamdullilah.

Will talk more about it tomorrow, or should I say the next post? Ha-ha. We will see :)

Till then.


Akmarina! Thanks a lot for the news. Cepat cari tips,..hehe

Bye Bye Fun

I'm back... It was a great trip with the Pretties. Talk about it tomorrow aite! Still ‘Jetlag’? Ha-ha. Yah rite… (kunon)


Charlatan you! *vanished* p.l.e.a.s.e