Friday, April 3

Spammers are NOT My Friends

To all blog-hoppers-cum-aspiring-entrepreneurs... while I understand thet you need to promote your wares, I would appreciate if you could stop flooding innocent multipliers such as yours truly with invitations to be your contact.. Should I be needing anything, I will look for it..I especially do not appreciate that some of you wanting me to add you as a "friend" when you are just hoping to make a financial gain out of this...

sigh...this is why modern technology can be such a pain in the tooshi... grr~

Thursday, December 4

McClatchy Washington Bureau | 12/03/2008 | How India officials fumbled the response to Mumbai attack

NEW DELHI, India — It took 10 minutes for word of the Nov. 26, Mumbai terror assaults to reach the top of the government of Maharashtra state, but nearly 10 hours for India's best commando team to reach the scene.

That delay may help to explain why it took three days for India's security forces to overpower 10 assailants who police say killed at least 188 people and wounded more than 280.

Indecision by politicians and the delay in launching the commando force, however, don't fully account for the extent of the slaughter, which now threatens to escalate into conflict between nuclear-armed India and Pakistan, where the attacks are thought to have been planned.

"This was not the fault of any one organ of the security apparatus, but a systemic failure," said Arun Bhagat, a former chief of India's Intelligence Bureau, India's main domestic intelligence agency.

Indian officials ignored advance intelligence warnings. Police officers ran away from the scenes of carnage because they lacked weapons, and their bulletproof vests were said to be defective. The Indian coast guard doesn't have night vision equipment, much less the more advanced human detection gear used by China, Japan and other countries.

India's security agencies are now rushing to point the finger at each other.

According to anonymous leaks to the daily Hindustan Times from RAW — the Research and Analysis Wing, India's equivalent of the CIA — intercepts of satellite telephone conversations indicated that the terrorists would arrive by sea, using a prohibited route from Pakistani waters, and attack five-star hotels in Mumbai.

The first major sign, the newspaper reported, was a satellite telephone call between a known operative of the Pakistani terror group Lashkar-e-Taiba and an unknown person, which said that an operation was being planned to target a hotel near the Gateway to India, a Bombay landmark, and that the assailants would come by sea.

However, the date of that intercept isn't known, its existence hasn't been confirmed and other security spokesmen say the advance warnings were "not specific enough to act upon."

According to the Hindustan Times, though, on Sept. 24 there was a second conversation about possible hotel targets, including the Taj Mahal hotel, the Marriott, the Land's End and the Sea Rock.

The paper reported that in a third conversation, monitored on Nov. 19, a voice said: "We will reach Bombay between 9 and 11."

RAW said the call originated offshore, about 25 miles from Mumbai. The final conversation took place hours before the attack, when RAW officials told the paper they recorded a conversation between Yusuf Muzammil, a member of Lashkar-e-Taiba, and a number in Bangladesh, asking for five SIM cards — used to pay for cell phone calls — for the operation. RAW officials said they deduced that the attackers might have relayed calls through Bangladesh.

The armed men reportedly did arrive by sea, hijacking a fishing trawler in the western Indian state of Gujarat, killing the crew, and sparing the captain until he piloted the ship to near Mumbai harbor, where they killed him.

They reportedly came ashore in rubber dinghies, undetected by India's coast guard. It's unclear whether the alleged advance intelligence about the plot was shared with the coast guard or the Indian navy. Moreover, Indian naval officers say that the security authorities lack night vision gear or other sensors that can detect a low-profile skiff or rubber dinghy or the people in one.

Although it has the world's third-largest military, India's 4,500-mile coastline is largely unprotected. The federal government set aside funds to purchase 26 boats for the country's eight coastal states, but Maharashtra state, where Bombay is, refused them, saying it lacked the funds for maintenance. There also is a severe shortage of helicopters available to the Coast Guard.

Once ashore, the killers reportedly split up into small groups and headed in five different directions.

At 9:21 p.m., according to published reports, two gunmen stormed the main railway station, where they tossed grenades and began firing indiscriminately as they moved from one hall to the next.

There are no metal detectors at the busy station and only a handful of city policemen, equipped mostly with canes to disperse unruly crowds and clad in ill-fitting bulletproof vests. Most of them fled. Maharashtra, India's richest state, has 180,000 policemen, but only 2,221 weapons, of which 577 are earmarked for Mumbai, a city of 13 million.

The railway special police are armed, but they must share weapons, one for every two policeman. In 44 minutes, 53 people were shot dead at the station.

Police officer Zulu Yadav was one of the few who stood his ground. Remonstrating a colleague for not responding, he grabbed his gun, hid behind pillars and fired. As the assailants tried to escape in a stolen car, he killed one and shot at the second, who was captured with the help of another police officer. Zadav's marksmanship stands out, police officials said, for many constables have never opened fire in their lives.

At 9:30 p.m., shooting was first heard at Mumbai's Nariman House, also known as the Jewish Center. There, two terrorists gunned down the rabbi and his wife, as well as several Israeli guests. The center had no metal detectors or armed guards, perhaps because Mumbai's Jewish community has been there for 2,500 years and never needed any. By the time commandos ended the siege three days later, 51 people had died at the center.

The chief minister of the state of Maharashtra, Vilasrao Desmukh, was notified of the first terror strike at 9:30 p.m.. However, 90 minutes passed before he contacted the country's Home minister, Shivraj Patil, to request that 200 commandos be sent to Mumbai and Patil ordered the head of the National Security Guard into action.

The "Black Cats," as the commandos are known, are headquartered in Gurgaon, south of New of Delhi, however, and have no bases anywhere else in the vast country and no aircraft. The only plane available to transport 200 commandos was a Russian-built IL-76 transport plane, but it was located in Chandigarh, 165 miles north of New Delhi. The pilot had to be awakened, the crew assembled and the plane fueled.

The aircraft reached New Delhi at 2 a.m., picked up the commandos and took off for Mumbai at 2:25 a.m. — five hours after the attacks began.

Gunmen had stormed the Cafe Leopold, where they opened fire on diners, and taken control of the Oberoi-Trident and the Taj Mahal Palace hotels. They fired at guests through the night, set fires using grenades, and collected hostages, many of whom were later executed, according to police.

By commercial aircraft, it takes two hours to fly from Delhi to Bombay, but flying on the IL-76, the commandos didn't reach Mumbai until 5:25 in the morning. There they were met not by helicopters but by a bus, which they boarded at 6:05 a.m. After being briefed, they divided into groups and set out on their mission.

Some counterterrorism experts say that trained commandos must reach the scene of a terrorist attack no later than 30 minutes after an assault begins. In Mumbai, nearly 10 hours elapsed.

Among those killed were four counter-terror police, including the head of the state counter-terrorism force, all apparently because they had ill-fitting and inadequate bulletproof vests. A former police officer, Y.P. Singh, told reporters in Mumbai that he'd tested and rejected two lots of vests as defective. He said he was sure that the vests being worn during the melee were from those defective lots.

In those three chaotic days, some heroes emerged. Yadav at the railway station helped capture the sole survivor of the terror assailants. Maj. Shivaji Unnikrishnan of the "Black Cats" went back into the Oberoi to rescue a colleague and was shot. A nanny at the Jewish center grabbed Moshe, the infant son of the slain rabbi and his wife, and ran with him, risking her life.

Some lessons may emerge from the slaughter. Shivraj Patel, India's top law-enforcement official, is among those who've resigned, and the incident has revealed the deficiencies of India's police, coast guard, commando force and intelligence apparatus.

Indians will go to the polls for national elections in 100 days, and the tragedy is already a central element in the debate. "All this can change only when politicians stop recruiting 'yes-men' to the top echelons of the police," said Julio Ribeiro, a former police chief in Mumbai, "and stop diverting elite commandos towards their own personal security."

Some lessons don't appear to have been learned, however.

On Tuesday, three days after the last shot was fired and the last terrorist's body was bundled out of a first- floor window at the Taj Mahal hotel, a 50-year-old Mumbai resident put his licensed .32-caliber revolver in his pocket and took a train to the main terminal.

"I went in and out of several metal detectors, and nothing happened," said Balasaheb Borkar. When he asked policemen standing nearby why he wasn't stopped, they said they couldn't hear the newly installed metal detector beeping in the crowded, noisy terminal.

Thursday, November 27

on that hairy subject...

excuse the intentional pun..

i had a hair cut like 4 days back... it's really long overdue...with my hair that seems to have a life of its own (cake can and will attest to that)..the moment i take off my tudung, the same old proclaim "Wahhh...lambut lu manyak aaa." Note that this has happened eversince the first my mom brought me to a hairdresser donkey years ago... I breathe in deeply n said "yes" as though my head has been forever wrapped in tudung and it was also my first time seeing it. duh~

The next question which guarantee follows that will be..."Lu orang apa?"

Just for the fun of it i wanted to say Orang Laut , Orang Perempuan ker.... sigh... and I played along.." I'm indian". That's the opening of what transpires below:

Barber: Oooo.... butulka? Lu cakap Malay... Lu tak cakap Indian? Lu tarak tengok maciam Indian (Now she's questioning my heritage)

Me: Betul laah.. Gua tak bohong. Lu mau tengok gua punya IC?

Barber: Eh..No laahh.. I ask only... Pasal u tengok macam Malay... But your hair manyak wooo... Lu letak minyak ka kasi manyak?

Me: Taklah... ini natural...Ok sekarang gua mau potong sampai pendek...

Barber: APA?! Lu tarak sayang mau buang ini manyak lambut? Gua trim sikit lah, nanti lu buleh ikat lagi manyak cantik..

Me: Tak maulah Nya... Gua mau pendek... manyak hot laa...gua pakai tudung lagi. Orang tarak nampak kalau gua botak pun.

The hairdresser laughs and resumes the necessary ritual needed to prep hair for cutting... Seriously for a minute there I was tempted to go commando..but then wait my hubby heart attack plak so i decided to let it go. All throughout the cutting process she kept "tsk-tsking" and muttering out loud enough for me to hear: "Ini maciam manyak lambut, ada bagus lor". Maybe she was hoping I would change my mind...sorry lah sister, aku yg kena jaga ini lambut manyak...tak sanggup beb!

The moment it was all over, I heaved a big sigh of relief... I can finally see my ears feel the aircon on my cheeks/neck without any obstruction and my head is considerably lighter.. I might have even lost a bit of weight..muahahaah...Most importantly hubbi approved. He said better to maintain that way. Like this, my "hair accidents" such as termakan rambut, tertarik rambut dan apa-apa yg sewaktu dengannya could be minimised...

Here's to me and my fuzz-free hair!!!

(p.s. need to credit my multiply-mate dandy for this hair idea for my blog, thanks babe!)

Wednesday, November 26

A New Face for A.D.H.D., and a Debate

Published: November 24, 2008

When pediatricians diagnose attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, they often ask their patients whether they know anybody else with the problem.

These days, children are likely to reply with a household name: Michael Phelps, the Olympic superstar, who is emerging as an inspirational role model among parents and children whose lives are affected by attention problems.

“There is a tremendous, tremendous amount of pride — I got the impression sometimes that some of the kids felt like they owned Michael,” said Dr. Harold S. Koplewicz, director of the Child Study Center at New York University Langone Medical Center. “There is a special feeling when someone belongs to your club and the whole world is adoring him.”

But the emergence of a major celebrity with attention deficit has revealed a schism in the community of patients, parents, doctors and educators who deal with the disorder. For years, these people have debated whether it means a lifetime of limitations or whether it can sometimes be a good thing.

Children with the disorder typically have trouble sitting still and paying attention. But they may also have boundless energy and a laserlike focus on favorite things — qualities that could be very helpful in, say, an Olympic athlete.

For that reason, some doctors are pushing for a new view that focuses on the potential strengths of the disorder. Dr. Edward M. Hallowell, a psychiatrist and author whose books include “Driven to Distraction: Recognizing and Coping With Attention Deficit Disorder From Childhood Through Adulthood” (Touchstone, 1995), says the current “deficit-based medical model” of the disorder results in low-self esteem.

“It’s not an unmitigated blessing, but neither is it an unmitigated curse, which is usually the way it’s presented,” said Dr. Hallowell, who has the disorder himself. “I have been treating this condition for 25 years and I know that if you manage it right, this apparent deficit can become an asset. I think of it as a trait and not a disability.”

The notion that a disability can be harnessed in a positive way is not a new concept. Last year, a study found that 35 percent of the small-business entrepreneurs surveyed identified themselves as dyslexic. The researchers concluded that dyslexia made them better communicators and problem solvers, more likely to delegate authority.

Dr. Hallowell says low-self esteem and low expectations result from the way the A.D.H.D. diagnosis is presented to children, parents and teachers. He tells children with attention deficit that they have the brain of a race car, and he wants to work with them to build better brakes.

“We want to tell children, ‘You’ve got a difference, but not a disease,’ ” he said. “Michael Phelps is one of any thousands of examples of mega-successful people, C.E.O.s and brain surgeons and famous writers, inventors and entrepreneurs, who have A.D.H.D.”

Other experts, however, say that while such success stories can be inspiring, parents need to know that their children face real risks. Research shows that children with attention deficit have different brain patterns from other children, and that they are more likely to drop out of school, be involved in car accidents and use illicit drugs.

“This reframing A.D.H.D. as a gift, personally I don’t think it’s helpful,” said Natalie Knochenhauer, founder of A.D.H.D. Aware, an advocacy group in Doylestown, Pa. “You can’t have a disability that needs to be accommodated in the classroom, and also have this special gift. There are a lot of people out there — not only do their kids not have gifts, but their kids are really struggling.”

Ms. Knochenhauer, who has four children with the disorder, says they too were inspired by the astonishing performance of Mr. Phelps in Beijing. But she added, “I would argue that Michael Phelps is a great swimmer with A.D.H.D., but he’s not a great swimmer because he has A.D.H.D.”

Dr. Koplewicz, of N.Y.U., agreed. “There are lots of children in the world who have chronic illnesses or disorders like diabetes, allergies or dyslexia who accomplish great things in spite of the fact that they have these disorders,” he said. “I worry when we say A.D.H.D. is a gift, that this minimizes how real it is.”

Michael Phelps’s mother, Deborah Phelps, says she has spoken openly about her son’s diagnosis because she wants other parents to seek out resources and support. Her son stopped taking A.D.H.D. medication at age 10. But today, Ms. Phelps is a national spokeswoman for McNeil Pediatrics, which makes the attention-deficit drug Concerta. (Dr. Hallowell and Ms. Knochenhauer have also consulted for McNeil; Dr. Koplewicz has no industry ties.)

Ms. Phelps, who is a school principal in Baltimore, says the qualities that often accompany the disorder are not always negative, although it may require extra effort and knowledge to help children harness their talents.

“You’ll find they are creative children,” she said. “They do have determination when you are able to work with them and be consistent. I want young parents to reach out and get assistance and not give up hope.”

Tuesday, October 28

What are the odds?

when i read your blog, aai ijust being a tuch paranoid... i mean you've been together for like how many donkey years and you've a beautiful boy there.. and then i get what i think you felt then...

Yesterday, we suddenly had a bit of inspiration to clean up our karang guni store-room... among others, we found baju kahwin which we thought we had lost for gd when we were pindah-randah-ing... then hasbern found a keepsake wallet where he kept a lot of khazanah from is arwah bapak n arwah yai... so it's pretty valuable lah in terms of sentiment..then as I was looking it over, I found a small photograph of a girl standing in a kitchen wrapped in a plastic... i asked him half-jokingly asking this one gf no. berapa? and he mentioned that heyy, this is where the photo has been all this while..? n i was like... okay...he knew her when he was in 1st yr poly...regarded it as a first time he got to know a girl non-platonically...i was just trying not to care too much n guess what comes next... he nonchalantly informed me, "oh by the way her name's also Maisarah"

Dayum! store-room nyer barang kemana , aku pon kemana... hasbern was just laffing it off n kept assuring me he hadn't any idea he still had the photo etc, etc...& i know, i know...he's with me now and since he had forgotten this supposedly little detail should tell me that they were never seriously an item..but the fact that the photograph was carefully kept in a plastic among the valuable keepsakes just ate me up...

Thursday, July 31

FYI

Taken from Yahoo Singapore -NEWS

SINGAPORE: Based on a new international water quality guideline by the World Health Organisation (WHO), Pasir Ris Beach has been identified as one where swimming would not be recommended. However, activities like canoeing and kayaking can continue.

The beach scored a fair grading because it contains an abnormal level of a type of bacteria traditionally found in human faeces and warm—blooded animals.

And for the first time, advisory signages against swimming have been erected along the 3.3—kilometre beach. They point to the high level of bacteria in the water, which could cause illnesses affecting the stomach, and eyes, like conjunctivitis.

S Satish Appoo, Director, Environmental Health Department, National Environment Agency, said: "I’d like to stress that the water quality has not deteriorated. It’s because the standards have become more stringent, so it’s just a question of not being to meet the higher grade.

"One of the factors could be that after heavy rains, the dirt, litter and other things that you find on the ground, could get washed eventually into the beaches and beach fronts, thereby affecting its water quality."

Among the other five beaches, Sentosa Island scored a "Very Good" grading, while East Coast Park and Changi were rated "Good". Beaches at Seletar Island, Sembawang Park also got a "Good" rating.

The six fresh water reservoirs in Singapore like Bedok, MacRitchie and Lower Seletar reservoirs all meet the new WHO guidelines.

In addition, they are not affected by the new standards because swimming is not allowed in the reservoirs in the first place. Only activities like wakeboarding, skiiing and dragon boating are permitted.

Authorities will conduct annual reviews on the quality of the water at the six recreational beaches and reservoirs.

Compared to other beaches in the Eastern part of Singapore like Changi or East Coast, Pasir Ris Beach is not as popular among Singaporeans. Those who frequent the Pasir Ris beach said that over the weekends, fewer than 50 people would be swimming inside these waters.

The National Environment Agency, which monitors the water quality on a weekly basis, will take necessary actions for Pasir Ris Beach after a year—long study.

The new WHO water quality guidelines apply to all water bodies which are open for recreational use. — CNA/vm

Wednesday, June 18

Trouble in School? Should You Have Your Child Tested?

My son Robin is everything a parent could want: bright, loving, funny, and as sweet as a peach. He plays the sax, draws for hours at a stretch, and loses himself in daydreams of science, stars, aliens, and his own fantastic inventions. (He's been working on a bathtub submarine with real firing torpedoes for months now.)

This is a kid whose first word was "Look!"--repeated loudly and often as he explored the world with an expression of pure joy on his chubby face.

I always expected him to do well in school--that went without question. I was a National Merit Scholar and earned two master's degrees with ease, and Robin's father has a PhD. in physics. His older brother, Akira, a math and chess whiz, has breezed through his homework without parental prodding since age seven and has an ambitious future all mapped out.

So why on earth would I worry about Robin's intelligence?

Trouble in paradise
During his first few years of grade school, Robin did fine. Drawing, history, computers, and science were his loves, and he began to show a real talent for music.

Then I noticed he was having trouble with math. In second grade, the kid couldn't add. He'd either count on his fingers, or he'd guess.

We tried flash cards. I'd hold up a card--5 + 6, for example--and watch impatiently while Robin counted on his fingers. When I urged him to pick up the pace, he'd guess. Sometimes he was right, but more often he was wrong. By the end of third grade, Robin was still counting on his fingers and hadn't yet learned his multiplication tables.

I started getting reports from Robin's teachers that he was disorganized, sloppy, and didn't turn his work in on time. His backpack contained a graveyard of wadded-up paper: field-trip permission slips, incomplete homework assignments, and completed assignments that never made it to the teacher.

If he was supposed to write a story and illustrate it, he'd spend almost the entire time on the drawing, writing maybe two sentences of text that was full of misspelled words.

Homework horror stories
Robin started leaving his homework at school so he wouldn't have to do it. Not that this was out of character: He'd also routinely leave his lunchbox or jacket behind once or twice a week. But when he started furtively stuffing his assignments behind the piano as he came in the door and would then tell me he didn't have any homework, I really began to wonder.

Then Robin came home one day and asked if he could have an IQ test. A boy in his class had called him stupid, and Robin clearly was afraid the boy might be right.

When Robin asked, I realized that testing might well give us some answers, and I wondered why I hadn't thought of it myself. I asked around and was referred to Fred Provenzano, a well-respected licensed psychologist and certified school psychologist in Seattle.

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The intelligence-performance gap
Robin met with Fred twice, for a couple of hours each time; first for IQ testing, then for academic achievement tests. I met with Fred once more to discuss the results, then Fred wrote up his recommendations for Robin's teacher. The cost was about $550.

Robin enjoyed the challenge of the IQ tests, many of which were visual: assembling puzzles, putting pictures in order, and matching pieces to a whole. He was more apprehensive when doing the academic achievement tests.

The findings were revealing--and surprising. The tests showed that Robin is very bright, but he has a huge gap between his intelligence and his performance--in part because of what Fred called "processing difficulties" in how his brain works.

In fact, the gap between Robin's intelligence and his performance was great enough to qualify him for special education, although Fred did not recommend that.

Another huge surprise was that Robin's greatest strength is actually in math logic--or big-picture, conceptual math--despite his frequent errors in adding and subtracting. How would I ever have known?

Finding what works for Robin
Robin was tested in the fall, and I took the results to his fifth grade teacher and asked for the accommodations that Fred suggested. These included allowing Robin to print or type rather than write in cursive, finding ways to shorten assignments so that Robin could demonstrate his knowledge of the subject without being overwhelmed, and emphasizing visual and tactual learning strategies. Fred also recommended tutoring.

Of all the fifth grade teachers at Robin's school, Mr. Rowe, his teacher, is the one who really piles on the work. At first glance, that would seem to make him a bad fit for Robin. In fact, Mr. Rowe has been wonderful--in part, I think, because he uses a wide variety of teaching strategies.

Mr. Rowe agreed to all of the suggestions Fred and I made. He has encouraged Robin, and he also praises and rewards Robin generously when he does well or tries hard. Mr. Rowe also seems to know when to get on Robin's case, without ever putting him down.

I bought Robin an abacus, and he uses it to add and subtract. He dictates some of his book reports and other written assignments to me, which saves him hours of laborious writing and allows him to concentrate on what he wants to say. He writes others on a computer, which helps him catch spelling and grammar errors.

I held off on hiring a tutor, but I did buy a series of math workbooks for Robin. Over the past six months, we've worked our way through second, third, and fourth grade workbooks outside of school.

All of this has made a huge difference to Robin. The tests showed Robin he is just as smart as his big brother, and this was a tremendous confidence booster. The tests also explained to him why some things are so hard for him.

He now understands that he can learn those things, but it might take a different strategy and it might take more time.

Does Robin still forget to do assignments or sometimes forget to turn them in? Sure. He'd rather draw or read or daydream than do homework.

But his confidence has been restored and his work has improved. And when he does fail to complete an assignment, Mr. Rowe is there to say, "Robin, we're going to hang you from the ceiling!"

Robin's response to this threat? "He's joking. Because he makes a joke out of something, you get the message, but in a way that's fun. And he doesn't hurt my feelings."

Friday, March 28

"Help Wanted"

This had been going on for some time but due to my short-sightedness I had missed it....anyway, I speak for all Al-Ma'arifians that your kind contributions irregardless of its size are very, very much appreciated....

Jazaakumullah bilkhair...

Friday, March 7

/~* Self-appraisal *~\

A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a
soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He
climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the
buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits (phone numbers).

The store-owner observed and listened to the
conversation:

Boy: 'Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your
lawn?
Woman: (at the other end of the phone line): 'I
already have someone to cut my lawn.'

Boy: 'Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of
the person who cuts your lawn now.'
Woman: I'm very satisfied with the person who is
presently cutting my lawn.

Boy: (with more perseverance): 'Lady, I'll even sweep
your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will
have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach , Florida
.'
Woman: No, thank you.

With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the
receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all
this, walked over to the boy.

Store Owner: 'Son... I like your attitude; I like that
positive spirit and would like to offer you a job.'
Boy: 'No thanks,

Store Owner: But you were really pleading for one.
Boy: No Sir, I was just checking my performance at the
job I already have. I am the one who is working for
that lady, I was talking to!'


Friday, February 15

Do you know them?

The Belittler
Belittlers routinely tear others down in order to build themselves up. Put-downs, demeaning remarks and disparaging comments are common trademarks of this person.

Coping strategy: Your confidence is the Belittler’s weakness, and he or she will back off if you stand up for yourself. Try refuting a Belittler’s criticism by asserting yourself, using facts where possible. For example, if he or she puts down one of your ideas, say, “It’s something that’s worked for X, Y and Z, and it also is more cost-effective than what we’re doing now.”

The Credit Thief
Insecure about their status, Credit Thieves boldly steal your ideas and grab the glory when a project is successful. Curiously, they’re nowhere to be found when things go wrong.

Coping strategy: Keep a written record of your activities and accomplishments, and give your manager regular status reports about the projects you’re working on. And don’t hesitate to correct misperceptions. (“Actually, I did the research; John helped input the data.”
The Noisemaker
Be it making long personal calls, forgetting to silence their cell phone ringers, playing music or talking with others using their “outside voice,” Noisemakers can’t help but disturb others.

Coping strategy: Do your best to insulate yourself from the sound. If you have a private office, close your door. If you work in a cubicle, try putting on headphones or moving to an empty office where you can concentrate in silence. If the situation persists, speak to the person and kindly ask him or her to keep the noise down, explaining that it’s preventing you from getting your work done.

The Saboteur
Saboteurs have a knack for leaving colleagues in the lurch. Similar to Belittlers, they like to make others look bad. Their tactics aren’t always overt, so you may not realize you’re working with a Saboteur until a critical deadline arrives. That’s when you discover you’re unable to complete your part of the project because the Saboteur has withheld important information.

Coping strategy: Be sure your supervisor or project manager knows the roles and responsibilities of each team member, and insist on regular progress reports so that Saboteurs can’t take advantage of lapses in oversight.

The Rumor monger
Rumor mongers like drama and often spread half-truths or lies by talking behind others’ backs. This is an especially dangerous type of co-worker because he or she has the ability to tarnish your reputation.

Coping strategy: The best defense is to avoid engaging in any kind of mean-spirited gossip. Remember, if you can’t say anything good, don’t say anything at all. If the Rumor monger starts swapping stories with you, avoid falling into the trap and instead excuse yourself as quickly as possible.

The Slacker
This person may try to pass off tasks to other staff members. The Slacker often claims he or she is “too busy” to help out, yet will make time for long chats and Web surfing during office hours.

Coping strategy: If you lead a project team, be sure this person carries his or her weight by documenting the responsibilities of each member of the group and asking for regular status reports. Hold everyone accountable for their portion of the project, and be firm with deadlines.

The Prairie Dog
There’s nothing quite as distracting -- or, at times, alarming -- as when an individual pops his or her head over your cubicle wall, seemingly out of nowhere, or drops by your desk unannounced. It typically happens when you’re on deadline or just about to write down a brilliant idea.

Coping strategy: Let the person know that, while you’d like to talk, you have a lot to do at the moment. If possible, schedule another time to meet, such as during lunch or after work. And, to prevent further interruptions, consider hanging a sign outside the entrance to your workspace, notifying people that you’re busy and when you’ll be available again.

If one of these descriptions reminds you of yourself, it might be time to re-evaluate your own behavior and adjust it as necessary. Remember, when it comes to working in an office environment, the more you respect others’ time and space, the more likely they’ll be to return the favor.
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Thursday, December 6

Crazy English

If you have not read the following article.. and if you like playing wif words..read on..

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Crazy English

© Richard Lederer
richard.lederer@pobox.com

Verbivore

Let’s face it–English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat.

We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? One Kleenex, 2 Kleenices?

Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend, that you comb through annals of history but not a single annal? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preacher praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? If you wrote a letter, perhaps you bote your tongue?

Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? Park on driveways and drive on parkways?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and wise guy are opposites? How can overlook and oversee be opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another.

Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, ruly or peccable? And where are all those people who ARE spring chickens or who would ACTUALLY hurt a fly?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it.

Taken from http://www.ldresources.org/?p=438 on 6th Dec 2007

real late updates

Finally...the long-awaited, much-anticipated time of the year.....the air suddenly smells sweeter, even though it was raining here, it feels refreshing and not at all gloomy... Phewww...mind-boggling assignments, sleepless nites, bloody tears and cranky selves will be a thing of the past... pejam-celik, pejam-celik...1st semester had passed us by...wow....it wion't be too soon to know where our postings will be (saw the new list of resource schools the other day...gigit jari sekejap..)...but that's another bridge i'll cross later..

the 3 intensive (and i do mean intensive) @DAS, had really open my eyes big-big... there are so many things needed to be done and there will be only one of us to be implementing them... my head spins and though i appreciate the experience, i have my moments of doubt...hopefully, i dun cause more harm than good...

Hasbern also just finish his exams hoping to go holiday but hasbern's got no more leave..so we'll be spending some time at home...maybe giving the home the much-needed spring-cleaning...

oh well...happy holidays to all...enjoy your vacations/rests..

*brain shutting down*

Thursday, October 11

Vrooom, vroommm....

I'm a Lamborghini Murcielago!


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You're not subtle, but you don't want to be. Fast, loud, and dramatic, you want people to notice you, and then get out of the way. In a world full of sheep, you're a raging bull.

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Monday, October 8

subhaanollah, alhamdulillah....jazaakumullah...

Kupanjatkan syukur kehadhrat Allah SWT., selawat & salam ke atas Nabi besar kita, Muhammad SAW, ahli keluarganya, sohabah2nya, imam2 & segala pengikutnya sekalian...

Where to begin? I can only be thankful & grateful to Him for giving me grace and letting me be here to continue to serve Him and be amongst my loved ones.

I am so thankful for the flood of Du'as & good wishes from family and friends and especially when i read the outpouring response from our multiply network frens whom i know personally & those I don't,thanks for your concerns, Only Allah may reward your kindness

I am doing as well as can be expected. To answer some queries: I had a few fractures mostly on my left pelvic bone but alhamdulillah after a thorough scan, I had no internal injuries & need no surgery. I was informed by the doctors that the cracks may heal completely on its own just that it will take time & I may be using walking aid for the next 2 months. I am also undergoing therapy and (trying to do) some of them @home.

I need further Du'as from everyone especially so that I have strength & patience to overcome frsutrations that I sometimes get.u know even the little things can get to me if I'm not watchful, trying to pick up something from the floor or walking the short distance to the bathroom or even remaining in a single position for long can tire me out. Family is very supportive especially Hubbi that I sometimes worry that he may be very tired from work/class/& taking care of me...Tears fell from seeing the TLC and support i get from him.. I'm also especially touched to see my NIE frens coming up and allaying my worries from the upcoming assignments and interceding to my lecturers on my behalf. My thanks also go to my understading lecturers..! of them came to see me in hospital...alhamdulillah, subhaanollah...

Aku mesti selalu beringat bahawa ada org lain yg ada di dlm keadaan lebih memerlukan dariku... Ada yg menghadapi lebih banyak ujian. Senantiasalah kita bersyukur kpd Allah SWT, berusaha utk sentiasa dapat menjalankan kewajipan kita sebaik2nya & dapat melalui segala rintangan dgn penuh sabar & redha...insyaa Allah.. Mohon semua dapat mengambil iktibar dan mendoakan kami.

As a gd fren who had visited me had said, there is always blessings in disguise. Sometimes this thing happen in order to prevent from something much bigger happening. Wallahu'Alaam...I know my perspective towards life has changed. Seeing another day, watching my beloved and able to walk even though very slow filled me with so much gratitude that I sometimes think I might burst...

Babe, I love you, take the best care of yourself & dun fret abt me... let's pray together for a full & speedy recovery.

Friday, September 28

Forgiveness in Action

I'm not condoning what you had done

I'm just trying to make peace with myself so I could move on

I am thankful for the day that you did me wrong, the days I've had ever since and the days I'll continue to have, God willing...

Saturday, September 15

[when i look in the mirror...]

Isn't it super-fast how time flies? pejam celik, pejam celik...it's been almost 2 months I've been in the maktab perguruan... amidst the hectic assignments which had bombarded me mercilessly, I am feeling the over-whelming emotions of being in the pits...for those who are not in the know, well "the Pit" usually arise after a tumultuous and OTT introduction & exposure into a particular field. In my field, well, there are loads of negativity & uncaringness from people around. People are very surprised when they asked about what i do...i tried to explain & generally they will just smile in a way that imply to me "i still dunno what you're talking abt, & i'm not as interested as i thot i was" or "i think you're just making things up & so pls shut up so i can go elsewhere & blab with sumone else"

"the Pit" is not just induced by people as mentioned above... after numerous visits to institutions... tonnes of videos & other information media that I have to digest in order to satisfy my required module, I felt so sorry for people with special needs (especially) and their families/friends..i know some may thinks it's un-PC to feel sorry for them and that the last thing in the world that they need will be people's sympathy, i can't help but felt for them...i'll be lying if i say otherwise cos that was one of the many reasons i applied for this..

I know the road in fornt of me is an unpaved one

I'm grateful to God that i am now no longer blind and deaf to things surrounding me.

Friday, August 10

=write here right now=

it's been such a long time since my last rant.. very tired to think & school had just started the last 3 days (wed cancelled, thurs holiday).. Sooo many readings in sooo little time... Maybe i shd have subscribed to thatr power reading thingy...assignments have started pouring in & i'm soaked...figuratively speaking dat is... I've been staring @the pc wondering how should i start my paper, praying for ilham..then i decided to msg my coursemates... haiyah still no revelations... the text given were full of technical mambo-jambo for all i know, it may have been written in German.. i read 1st para & re-read it again to digest and then moved on to 2nd para then i realised that i'd completely lost the meaning & so i had to re-read the 1st para all over again...

A fren said she is having a similar prob. She attributed this phenomenal yet common condition to long-ago-school-leaver-itis... I dunno if she's right but i hope this epidemic is not virulent..it isn't as if a shot of antibiotics can cure it... urghh.. and i'm still having the physical remnants of phleghmatic coughs and runny nose..which resulted in me trailing a line of tissue papers in my wake (don't worry i picked them up already...littering is an offense)

In spite of all these challenges..i'm very grateful that i had this chance.. it is an opportunity for me to go in depths into the world of special needs & exceptional children...besides, compared to the 1st bacth, we're having it pretty easy... The 1st batch had to work & complete the course requirements at the same time..boleh kenoneng dibuatnyer...

Now, feeling relatively better, i've to soldier on with my tutorials...thanks for the du'a kind friends.. Till we meet again, God willing!

Tuesday, June 19

anything? whatever...


When we go out for a bite, with all variety of food available out there..we can be spoilt for choice... and sometimes when you're really hungry but you really have no idea what to eat and your partner is feeling about the same, the discussion on where & what to eat can lead to an all out war if one's not careful...


Picture this, we're at the counter trying to order some food or perhaps with a wait-person taking down our order..we'll look at the menu, flip it to the last page & back to the front, stomachs thundering, look at each other, look at the menu again & finally I ask, "so what are you gonna eat, hubbi?" Hubbi shrugs his shoulder, look at his menu & say "aah you decide laah...anything also can..." Grrr..then I go, "they don't sell anything.." then Hubbi turns the table around and ask me "ok so what do you wanna eat?" & i'll be like "watever.." Hubbi goes "and what makes you think they sell whatever?" It's kinda funny typing this up but in the heat of the ravenous moment, the phrase a hungry man is an angry man is an understatement of the century...pfftt...


but hey, waydeminit...what's this??



hah...they do sell Anything and Whatever now...

Monday, June 11

Close call

I had been putting off writing about our trip to PK & KL for abt 2 wks now... & just when tonight I thot it's now or never, i'm afraid the idea might not even see the light of day (pun intende here) Why? Well, something happened today that took my mind up totally... (i count my lucky stars folks that IT was only my mind .. )

MIL & I went out today.. since her legs are not giving her much problem, it was a good day to be out & about town... I sent her back at around 6pm & after 'Asr prayers I quickly head home. You know the escalator heading up towards Causeway pt/MRT station from Woodlands Interchange, how high it was..? & If you don't, well.. it was about 2x the usual mrt escalator height...pret-ty steep there... a guy was standing 2 steps up from in front of me & there was a nother guy infront of him we were all following escalator riding regulations by standing on the left hand-side.. about 3/4 up, the 1st guy suddenly dropped onto the guy in front of me & in a split second both of them were pushed on top of me. I only had 1 hand on the railing and the other was holding a plastic bag filled with my favourite things (3 thick library books & food). I yelped, bent my knees and lowered half of my body (all those boring facts abt the laws of the gravity came into play here, guys..) the other half of my body were flailed to the back..All praises to Allah, before we reached the top, the guy in front of me managed to stabilize himself and the guy who just dropped onto him like a sack of potatoes...(I think he blacked out for i noticed him rubbing his head) both of them apologized and i was just too shocked so i just mumbled something i wasn't even sure what... I looked down and some other people below us were also rubbing their chest relieved perhaps it didn't turn out to be a stampede or perhaps in this case, a rolling-pede?

Guys, seriously...before this i used to not care abt the public announcement ..you know the ones...where u're supposed to take the lift if you're feeling unwell or carrying loads of stuff? So, before we "aw,shucks-no-it-won't-happen-to-me" , think..what if there are kids behind? pregnant ladies? the elderlies? what kind of a tra-domino-gic effect we could start...When I looked down the escalator, the notion that we could have rolled down & knocked people down like bowling pins, literally shook my knees..i had to sit down for a while...& what if bits of my clothes were stuck in between the gaps there...urgghh.. while recounting the incident to hubbi, my over-active imagination is working overtime (oh so not helping) that I cried and cried... Hubbi held me and kept saying sorry but i knew it wasn't his fault...it's no one's fault.. it just show how things we took for granted can turn ugly in a split second.. so guys, be careful okay... & please, stay behind the yellow line..!

Wednesday, April 11

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sekali ku tepis, *kelepap* dia jatuh atas muka direktor ahmad nisfu....


had more time to think of my previous post... yeah, i was angry... now more befuddled & exasperated...


hadn't meant to sound as mean-spirited or bad-tempered as it was supposed to be and never would i use this platform to give out personal lashings before lashing out directly to the person(s) involved. But i had exhausted all means of communication with the intended. Yet the intended buat dono jer.. worse still, the intended wanted..no, demanded to be treated as an adult...well, in my book, to qualify, you first have to be an adult or at least "try to act like one"...haiz...

i'll not brood on it....gotta keep moving forward anyhows... so am praying to be back more cool & collected (refer to figure below)


Saturday, April 7

070407 ---- 1152



you say one thing and then you go ahead and do another



grow up,


get over yourself...


the world doesn't revolve around you




Tuesday, March 27

who? me?

My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.



funnily enuf, when i used another pic, my look-alike posse totally changed!

Thursday, March 22



Sometimes, life can feel like a job,
But sometimes, if we're lucky, our job can feel like life.
(chrisina adams)

Wednesday, March 21

you follow your head when it comes to romance

You follow your head when it comes to romance
Maybe you've been burned before, or maybe you're just too busy changing the world, but when it comes to your love life, you definitely look before you leap. While you might not be cautious in every aspect of your life, love is an area you tread on lightly. Let's face it, you'd rather have a little more control over your emotions, but they're sometimes hard to pin down. So rather than get lost in them, you, and many of us, probably prefer to focus on other aspects of your life.It's not that you don't want love to wash over you so you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It's just that you'd probably like to fall in love when it best fits into your calendar. Still, with your smarts, you're probably able to sense when you're up for a little romancing and when you're not. Just remember, if you're ever on the fence, you want to fall off on the side where someone's going to catch you. Especially if he's tall, dark, and handsome.


Do You Follow Your Heart or Your Head?

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Monday, March 19

At a pharmacy,

Boy : hmmm.... I donno what's good... (while fingering boxes of condoms)
Girl : Aiyah...whatever laaa..no need to be so fussy one...
Boy : u know which one better?


The pair then looked this way & that and blushed hotly when realised that their "discussion" was not privy to just themselves... both chucked the boxes they were holding back to the shelves and made for the exit as if their pants were on fire....
Perhaps the reason people were staring at them aside from the fact that they were loud & behaving rather intimately, might be cos they looked so very young...like secondary sch students...maybe appearances can be deceiving..but looking back at their level of conversation....i think
not!

Friday, March 16

Thursday, March 15

Why It Was None Of Your Business (The Sequel)

Gosh, i spoke too soon...

I'm having a big fat dose of this too, right this minute.... worse, i can't walk away from her...have to tahan this person until lunchtime...God help me! She's sitting right across me and asked me all sorts of question.... why r u temping? are u waiting for admission to any uni? what are u eating? (I was just abt to munch on a piece of bread i brought from home, nasib baik tak tersedak) where do u stay? what time u get up? what time u go to sleep??

AARRGGHHHHHHHHH!!! Just leave me the hell alone, woman!!!!!!!!