I am sure that most of our household or parent's house has at least a maid.
Most of my friends would be having Indonesian maids in their Malaysian houses or apartments. For me, are the maids (or they call it house girls over here in Nigeria).
One thing about having maids is to learn patience..... which sometimes can run to be very thin. I am a patience guy. Never scold them (never once for 7 years in Myanmar). I am considered to be a very good boss. I believe that I am so, until I arrive in Nigeria.
How I wish to tear my hair out of my head!!! or to strangle my maid by the neck!
To some of the so - called politicans here, they say that Nigeria is a first world country. First world in their prices is right. Everything is so damn expensive..... Any other thing, I do not know whether qualified to even classify as 3rd world.
Myanmar is one of the poorest country in ASEAN, right? I would conclude that Nigeria is a lot worse off than Myanmar. People are earning the same amount of salary as Malaysian people but yet they are poorer than Myanmar people. Very pathetic.
Ok, let's get back to the maid issue. Got side tracked. Where were I? Oh yes, about me being such a good guy.
I am a good guy (someone would say that my hide is getting thicker now), never scolded any of my previous maid(s) before. I would always give bonus to them at every month end out of my own pocket. But the current one, how I wish that I could not give her salary at all. You want to know why am I so mad? Let me list it out :
1) Put the rice spoon next to the rubbish bin;
2) Doesn't know that celery, spinach or mushroom are vegetables that I had taken out in the morning for dinner, so... didn't cook rice for me;
3) Didn't know that a can with a dog's face is dog food;
4) Asking me how to cook a big bag of dried dog food, thinking it was cereal;
5) Using a different lock on my house door when the one I gave her, she doesn't know how to use it (imagine when I came out and couldn't get out of the house). She lives in the outside compound.
I think I better stop listing it out anymore, if not, I will fire her tomorrow - liao. I am going to conclude that she is really takes the cake for being a person who are in a FIRST WORLD country when I am not even from one.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Puppy Love, Heartbreak & Best Friends
Do you still remember of the crush(es) that we encounter when we were in high school?
Aahh..... especially still for me who are from the boys Christian school and when our puberty (or should I say, hormones) starts to kick in. When did those female species became so interesting? Those Lower 6 girls were sure attractive when we were just Form 4. Who cares if they are 2 years older than we were. We would be lost in Cloud 9 most of the time. I wonder is it on purpose where our Form 4 classes were situated directly in front of the stairs where the Form 6 girls would come down?
I would still remember when my uncles were teasing me when I were 13 years old and entering the high school. Just a few more years and I would be having a girl - friend, they said. I replied, "Girls? Yucks! I would not have a girl - friend." They would just laugh and laugh. Guess I knew what they were laughing about and also me who are currently doing the teasing with my younger cousins and nephews.
No matter how high we were feeling when we're in love (or should I say crushes), nothing would beat it when we get the first heartbreak. Goodness, it was like heaven had fallen on my head, my world is dying or my heart is being pierced by hundreds (if not thousands) of razor sharp knives.
My parents pitied on me greatly when it happened. They would comfort that it is a normal thing. Part and parcel of growing up. You would be able to find another. She is not good enough for you or my favourite, she is foolish not to accept you. However, it still lasted for around 1 month with the days easier to go by one after the other.
Classmates were a great help and comfort too when they knew it happened to you. They would immediately rush by your side and comfort you. I would say classmates are the best friends anyone could find. When it happened to another friend, we would get informed immediately and like had received an SMS, we would quickly rush to the classmate's help. We know that it would not ease anything at that moment when it happened but when our painful mind is recovering, we would be thankful that they were there at that time. I guess that what makes school mates as the best friend and the most memorable one.
How I wish when we are still back there during the time of innocence. Wonder would it happen the same thing when we are adult? Hmmm.............
Aahh..... especially still for me who are from the boys Christian school and when our puberty (or should I say, hormones) starts to kick in. When did those female species became so interesting? Those Lower 6 girls were sure attractive when we were just Form 4. Who cares if they are 2 years older than we were. We would be lost in Cloud 9 most of the time. I wonder is it on purpose where our Form 4 classes were situated directly in front of the stairs where the Form 6 girls would come down?
I would still remember when my uncles were teasing me when I were 13 years old and entering the high school. Just a few more years and I would be having a girl - friend, they said. I replied, "Girls? Yucks! I would not have a girl - friend." They would just laugh and laugh. Guess I knew what they were laughing about and also me who are currently doing the teasing with my younger cousins and nephews.
No matter how high we were feeling when we're in love (or should I say crushes), nothing would beat it when we get the first heartbreak. Goodness, it was like heaven had fallen on my head, my world is dying or my heart is being pierced by hundreds (if not thousands) of razor sharp knives.
My parents pitied on me greatly when it happened. They would comfort that it is a normal thing. Part and parcel of growing up. You would be able to find another. She is not good enough for you or my favourite, she is foolish not to accept you. However, it still lasted for around 1 month with the days easier to go by one after the other.
Classmates were a great help and comfort too when they knew it happened to you. They would immediately rush by your side and comfort you. I would say classmates are the best friends anyone could find. When it happened to another friend, we would get informed immediately and like had received an SMS, we would quickly rush to the classmate's help. We know that it would not ease anything at that moment when it happened but when our painful mind is recovering, we would be thankful that they were there at that time. I guess that what makes school mates as the best friend and the most memorable one.
How I wish when we are still back there during the time of innocence. Wonder would it happen the same thing when we are adult? Hmmm.............
Friday, February 22, 2008
What Am I Going To Do In The Weekend?
Oh my God!! It's another weekend! What the hell am I going to do?
You know, this has been my dilemma for the past 8 years. As most of your would know, I had been living in overseas for nearly the whole of my working life. I just could not get the feeling like you people or when I were back in Penang.
When I were working back in Penang, I were EAGERLY waiting for the weekend to come. Hurray! No more work and can go out late nights on Friday and Saturday or catch a movie or going out with friends / girlfriends or clubbings. But when you are in other people's countries, I just don't get that feeling. The arrival of Friday is so dreaded by me that I wish Sat and Sun like singing the children's song, "Weekend, weekend go away. Come again another week. Boone Boone wants to work all day."
How I wish that I could be like my staffs and ex - staffs in other countries when it is time to go back on Friday evening. All the chit chatters of "Are you going to this concert? Are we going for the meet - up at this and this place?", where did those questions lost from my mouth?
Why must my questions now be "What am I going to do? Where to go? My God, the maid's not working. What am I going to eat?"
Maybe I should follow what a friend of mine gonna do, eat grass. Then catch mosquitoes for exercise until the Sunday night arrives.
Saturdays and Sundays, Bah! Humbug!
You know, this has been my dilemma for the past 8 years. As most of your would know, I had been living in overseas for nearly the whole of my working life. I just could not get the feeling like you people or when I were back in Penang.
When I were working back in Penang, I were EAGERLY waiting for the weekend to come. Hurray! No more work and can go out late nights on Friday and Saturday or catch a movie or going out with friends / girlfriends or clubbings. But when you are in other people's countries, I just don't get that feeling. The arrival of Friday is so dreaded by me that I wish Sat and Sun like singing the children's song, "Weekend, weekend go away. Come again another week. Boone Boone wants to work all day."
How I wish that I could be like my staffs and ex - staffs in other countries when it is time to go back on Friday evening. All the chit chatters of "Are you going to this concert? Are we going for the meet - up at this and this place?", where did those questions lost from my mouth?
Why must my questions now be "What am I going to do? Where to go? My God, the maid's not working. What am I going to eat?"
Maybe I should follow what a friend of mine gonna do, eat grass. Then catch mosquitoes for exercise until the Sunday night arrives.
Saturdays and Sundays, Bah! Humbug!
Long time no blogging
It has been ages since my last update on my blog.
To my fellow friends, I could only apologize and would endeavour to regularly update it.
Well, here goes from onwards.
To my fellow friends, I could only apologize and would endeavour to regularly update it.
Well, here goes from onwards.
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