29 April 2008
Pada hari Sabtu 26 April 2008, bersamaan 19 Rabiulakhir 1429 Hijrah, saya meluangkan waktu untuk melawat pameran Inacraft 2008 bertempat di Balai Sidang Jakarta atau Jakarta Convention Centre (JCC).
Inacraft merupakan sebuah acara tahunan di mana para pengusaha hasil kraftangan Indonesia dikumpulkan untuk mempromosi hasil kraftangan masing-masing.
Kraftangan dari seluruh provinsi di Indonesia dipamerkan dan dijual sepanjang berlangsungnya pameran ini. Seperti yang kita sedia maklum, Indonesia terkenal dengan kraftangan-kraftangan yang mempunyai kualiti yang tinggi.
Saya tidak sangka menulis dalam Bahasa Malaysia piawai adalah amat mencabar. Oleh itu, sekarang saya akan menulis dalam Bahasa Melayu Perak.
Kome-kome yang peghonah pergi ke JCC taule betape besornye tempat ni. Letih aku keliling tempat ni. Adele dekat 3 jam aku kat situ.
Banyak hasil kraf deme ni. Ate, Indonesia ni kan ke lueh, banyakle kraftangan dari Bali sampei le ke Sumatera. Elok bebenor ropenye. Regenye pulak jangan ceritele... murah-murah. Sampei tertelan ayor lior aku nengoknya.
Ghonsing nengok banyak benor yang cantik-cantik. Udoh-udohnye aku beli le jugak 5-6 jenih barang. Ate, udoh dekat 3 jam meghonde takkan tak beli apa-apa kan?. Buat rogi tambang teksi je.
Manusia usoh cerite le. Ramei bebenor. Bersesak-sesak kat dalam dewan tu. Berlaga-laga bahu sampei meghonte-ghonte nak berjalan. Idak le peronah aku nengok orang ramei macam ni kat JCC. Kalo kome nak datang tahun depan, kome datangle awe pagi hari biasa. Usoh datang hujung menggu. Udoh ghope Batu Cave mase Thaipusam.
Aku ade amik gambo tapi gambo pintu gerobang Inacraft aje. Nanti aku bubuh kat sini. Talian internet ghope sial aje sekarang ni.
23 April 2008
However, Monday morning I had to attend a meeting with officials from the company which manages the Soekarno-Hatta airport. Corrupt officials.
I was at the meeting venue at 11-ish with two lady directors from the joint-venture company which I work for.
The venue was in one of the buildings inside the vast airport complex. It was my first time stepping inside the rather old looking two-storey building. We were greeted by a lady officer (whom I had met once before, also corrupt) who was smiling from ear-to-ear. Probably she was expecting "ang-pau" from us. Sorry to disappoint you lady, I don't operate like my boss. And by the way, wasn't it a fortnight ago you received an envelope from my boss?
So, this corrupt lady officer led us to the meeting room. Along the way, I could see staff standing around having casual conversations and there was even one staff playing games on the PC. None was doing or seemed to be doing any serious kind of work.
But the office setting was of an acceptable standard. Idak le hudduh bebenor. Wayyyy much better than the local immigration office. I've been there three times (the immigration office). Strangely, it looked like a Turkish bath. Not that I've been inside one but I've seen how they look like on telly. Lebih kurang macam tu le rope immigration office deme ni.
Ok. Back to the meeting.
The meeting could be done with in a matter of less than 10 minutes but it dragged on to almost 45 minutes. I don't know whether they had done it deliberately in anticipation of getting "ang-pau" from us. I was cursing inside. Tak nampak ke hidung aku ni meleleh-leleh hingus tengah flu. Banyak benor pulak acara balas pantun nih.
I was feeling restless. Just like a kid would be when forced to sit quietly. I started reading the meeting agenda distributed earlier on. I stifled my laugh. Here's why.
"Anak makcik keroje kat mana?"
"Tu ha.. kat lapangan terobang"
"Apa kerojenye?Pangkat apa?"
"Alah.. tu ha..keroje dalam unit bisnes lapangan terobang. Pangkatnye tinggi le jugak. Deme kata ASSMAN"People here are so obsessed with abbreviations. They would coin a new term by abbreviating two or more words.
For instance, from the pic above:
KADIV = Kepala Divisi
KADIN = Kepala Dinas (or unit)
ASSMAN??? Whaddya think?
Scroll down for the answer....
17 April 2008
You are working your ass out in the office meeting deadlines. You call your colleague on his mobile to know his whereabout. He then said he'd call you back.
When he finally return your call, he nonchalantly say that he was having creambath (a popular scalp massage treatment). Not an ounce of guilt.
How would you feel?
Creambath is the latest addition to golf, massage and social meetings (which have nothing to do with the company's business).
Sometimes I wish I was back in KL. No. Most of the times I wish I was back in KL.
16 April 2008
Supper with the supplier of "Spiderman" mechanical pencil and "Batman" pencil box.
Me with one of the shareholders of Below 100 Inc.
Courtesy of Peanutbutter, I might have a temporary butler/maid/gardener/cook by end of the month. Ms Peanut, I'll make sure she doesn't flirt around with the good looking security guard (matila ko Stephanie, ko dah ada competitor!).
One more thing Ms Peanut, there won't be any physical abuse. Paling kuat pun aku penampau kalo dia main cak-cak ngan aku kat pintu.
02 April 2008
I came across a few which were to-die-for but they were waaaayyyy beyond my tiny budget. On the other hand, there were many which were within my budget but the design was not to my liking.
Last Saturday, as I was having my weekly chocolate gellato dose in a nice cosy cafe in PIM 2 (bukan PIM-PIM yea), my eyes were drawn to a nice looking single seater sofa featured in a magazine that I picked up in the cafe.
That led me to Coterie Home in Kemang the next day.
As I entered the shop, the exact same sofa which I saw in the magazine the day earlier immediately caught my attention, in all its regal and splendour, nicely placed in a corner of the shop.
I called the store assistant and asked about the price. A big relief!!.. it's within budget.
Then I asked if there were two new ready-stock of the same sofa. The store assistant said that's the last piece left. I'd have to wait about a month for them to make a new one. However, the store assistant said, to my dissappointment, they ran out of the exact fabric which was on the displayed single seater. I'd have to choose another.
Later, the store assistant showed me several fabric cuttings for me to choose from. I spent almost 45 minutes looking through the samples and trying very hard to imagine if they would match my three seater sofa. I narrowed down my choice to five.
Sensing my exasperation, the store assistant told me to take home the fabric samples so that I could match them with my three seater.
Her offer caught me by surprise. A pleasant one of course.
Now, these fabric cuttings were not the size of your palm. It's almost a metre long!. I was not their regular customer, in fact, it was my first ever visit to the shop. I didn't arrive in a luxury limo and I was only dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans. And yet this nice store assistant allowed me to take home five fabric samples, each about a metre long! (I could make several cushion covers from those samples you know).
Chances of that happening in Malaysia? Zilch!! In Malaysia they would probably tell me "Lu kasi angkat gambar lu punya sofa la..." or "lu kasi angkat lu punya sofa mali sini" or worse still they would just ignore me or attend to me half heartedly. I've been in Malaysia long enough to know these probable scenarios ok.
So, back to Coterie Home. I was more than pleased to take home the fabric samples. And this made my task a whole lot easier.
I've chosen the fabric and made my order. I'd take delivery of my new single seater sofas early next month.
Thank you Coterie Home for the excellent service. Let's hope they don't screw up by delaying the delivery. Fingers crossed.....
I guess he has so much free time now that he is no longer the MB of Selangor that he decided to be a blogger (and also, probably, now he has more time to do facials... kulit kena maintain youuuu).
Now, I wonder what the intellectually-challenged Nazri Aziz and Zam have got to say about Dr Khir being a blogger.
Speaking of Zam, I'm so glad he lost in the GE and is no longer the Information Minister. You have done your fair share of humiliating Malaysia Zam. Go hibernate in a cave and never to come out until you die.