Archive for May, 2006

31
May

::: the kid that taught me a lesson :::

I am not a very patient kind of person, and obviously (I think), I am not married, yet, and I do not have a kid myself yet. Somehow a lot of people kept reminding me that I always have a way with kids and the kids love and respect me. So you can imagine me wearing a purple outfit, flag in a hand and be the children-leader (erm.. Barnie? Anyone? How depressing is that?).

Althought I do not have children myself, I do have a 4 years old niece and she’s the gem of the family. Being the only young one right now in the family, we tried to spoil her and pamper her a lot (actually, I am more the disciplinary figure to her, but that’s another story) with toys, nice shirt, dress, and of course, sweets.

During the weekend when I was back home, we have our usual weekly gathering and spending a lot of time on the dinner table to talk about issues, discussed about many big news, joked about things and all of us had a good laugh. Suddenly, my niece joined into the group, her eyes glistered with curiousity and happiness, and sat down to listen to our conversation. I was wondering, “Being a 4 years old that she is, how could she be possibly understand our converstaion?”

When we were talking and laughing, she laughed with us, and clapping hands while laughing, just like my eldest sister. And then, she blurted out, “What the fuck! Hahahaha!” and we went really quiet, and all of us were bewildered. I mean, where the hell did she learn that from? She smiled at us.

I asked her, carefully, “K, where did you learn that?”

“Oh! I hear you saying that some time,” came the reply.

“Uhmm… ok, but try not to say that because it is a bad word,” I told her.

K, with her left hand on the hip and right hand pointing her small finger at me, “How come you can say that and I cannot?”

Her expression was exactly like her mom when scolding K. We couldn’t help it and burst into laughter. My eldest sister laughed so hard that went she was rocking herself in the chair, she hit her head on the wall.

K, being a smart kid and a very fast reflex system, put up a thumb and said, “Verrrryyyy gooooood!” Now, if you ask me, I would say she was really good at impersonating my eldest sister because that’s how my eldest sister treat K when she was being active and fall down (or bang the wall).

And then I beat the crap out of her.

Obviously, I lied. I talked to her slowly and carefully because I came to a realization. I told her I was sorry for using bad words and I asked her not to use that word if I am not using bad words.

Anyway, the kiddo taught me a good lesson and she actually made me a better person, understanding the fact that my action and behavior will influence a lot of people around me, and the impact I can make on other people’s life. Furthermore, kids are an imprint to the adults around them so we all need to lead by example.

Yes, I do not have a kid (yet), but the kiddo taught me and prepare me for the future to learn how to deal with kids, and how to lead by example.

30
May

::: is customer always right? :::

Now this is one of the biggest questions that had ever been asked. Is the customer always right?

In a lot of corporation, you will hear the mantra that the customer is always right. Or you will hear some sales person telling you, ranting and preaching that the customer is always right. No matter how wrong the situation is, or how screw up your customer became, he is always right. Does that sound right to you?

For example: a customer bought something front your boutique shop. Two days later, she brought the shirt back to you, with signs of wearing and also some small stain, and demand an exchange because she said, “You packed the wrong shirt for me. I ordered the other one!” But she was the one who picked and picked through thousands of shirts and picked that particular one. You were there to witness it, and took the order. You are 1000% sure that you didn’t make any mistakes. So, is the customer still right?

What I mean is, no one is ALWAYS right. Unfortunately, a lot of bosses or managers will tell you that the customer is always right, and no matter what, if you fail to get the insight that the customer will not go wrong, then you are in deep shit. For me, this is a very unhealthy environment for personal growth because we will be hard-pressed by customers and supervisors that we will grow suppress and we will be depressed. Furthermore, the same customer who know how to take advantage of the situation will abuse again and again.

Let me say it out loud now: The customer is NOT ALWAYS right! Yup, you heard me correctly. The customer is NOT ALWAYS right.

What we need to do is to make the customers feel that they are always right.

30
May

::: car repair :::

Last night I found out that my car’s headlights were burnt so I took my car to Eunos @ 1Utama for a quick fix. While I was at it, I shopped for wiper blades as well, and went for an all round shopping for parts. It has been awhile since I do any car accessories shopping. I remember the days when I used to spent hours and hours digging into the online catalogue to buy those aftermarket parts, and also spending numerous hours at the shops just to check things out, compare prices, and etc. Anyway, I found out that a normal aftermarket headlight bulb is like RM30 and above (USD8.30) whereas a good pair of bulb is from RM168 to RM500 (USD47 to USD140). A H.I.D conversion kit is from RM1,399 onwards (USD390).

I almost forgot how expensive it was to do anything meaningful to our cars. I remember exchanging K&N air-intake for my Honda Civic for mere USD30, whereas the price here is around RM180 (around USD50).

Anyway, I bought a new pair of wiper, a pair of headlight bulb (better ones cos I got experience with those cheap so-called white bulbs that were emitting black light; can’t see shit at night and especially when it rained), some brake-light replacement, and also the installation fee. The total came up to a cool RM191.20 (USD53.10). Wow! That is expensive in my own term.

Normally I would do the replacement myself since I have the experience, but they were charging me a flat fee and I knew for sure it was very difficult to do the replacement myself since the design of the car was so badly done that only a baby hand can fit into the compartment to change the bulb. So it requires one to dissemble the front grill, take down the headlights in order to change one stupid bulb. You would have thought that a commodity products like lightbulb which has limited lifetime should be easy to change. No, the designers think that one should not change the bulb.

Anyway, I left my number with the repair dude and he said he would give me a call when things were done. So Maria and I went off for dinner at Wong Kok restaurant. We waited for quite a long time (about one and half hours) and we decided to check on the repair. Once we reached, we found out the replacement job was done long time ago. Now, where was the phone call that they promised when the job was done?

Ugh. Customer Service? My ass!

29
May

::: the kampung boy :::

Whilst sitting in front of the laptop, I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder back to the years before today. It was a warm summer holiday (Well, it is always summer in Malaysia), and I was wearing shorts and a skimpy singlet because of the warm day, and licking my 10cents ice-cream.

See, I came from a kampung (small town, like a village), and I was living in my father’s factory with my parents and two sisters, and right behind the factory was the jungle that was once my favorite hang-out place, until I was scared to shit by a gigantic serpent. I came face to face with it twice, once in the factory and the second time was in the jungle. It has a body size of a big milo-tin and when it crossed the road, we won’t be able to see the head and tail. It was that huge.

Anyway, back to the story. I was licking my ice-cream and watching my sisters riding the bicycles. See, my second sister, K, is not a very athletic kind of person. She spent the past few years to learn how to swim, and yet she could barely float. And then she spent the past few months trying to learn how to ride a bicycle, and she couldn’t even ride the bike for more than 2 meters without falling. So my eldest sister, B, being a good sister that she was, tried to help K to learn. She was pushing and stabilizing the bike while K was paddling and it was all good, except a few near-misses where K was falling.

Then, K made a right turn, and they both zoomed past me. The problem is that right in front of me, it was a very steep slope, almost 30degree and it was one long slope. B, only 10 at that time, didn’t have the strength to hold on to the bike when the slope being so steep, and K, being a clumsy baby (at 7 at that time) and didn’t know how to hold on the brake, so all I saw was B trying her best to stop the bike from behind, and K was screaming on top of her lung. B screamed, “Press the brake! Brake!!!” and K just went “Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..”

Finally, B couldn’t hold on to it any longer, so she let go of the bike. All hell break loose because now without the physical constrain the bike, it was like a kite in a strong gust. K was screaming while the bike was going extremely fast, downhill, unstoppable, and I was watching in astonishment while I heard K’s scream wailing.

And then, there was a loud Thud coming from the bottom of the slope. B looked at me, and I looked back. We started running toward the bottom and what we saw haunted us for the rest of our life. No, it wasn’t that scary, but it was so funny that it haunted us for many years. K was literally glued to the tanker at the bottom. See, the slope is steep, but at the end of it there was a wide turn and it was all flat ground. But K was too scared and clumsy to take the turn, so she has gone straight and hit on the empty tanker.

K got a few scratches, and she got a bleeding cheek. We were very scared because B and I were sure that father would beat us to death if he knew about it, so we applied some Detol on her face, and ordered her to hide somewhere when dad was home from the factory floor. K forgot about it and watched TV when dad was home, and then, we were beaten for endangering K’s life.

It was a great time. We were so free, innocent, and our worries were about homework, and that’s all. Unlike now, bearing huge social obligations, responsibilities, worries about promotions, about financial status, and protecting ourselves from the preying eyes of our nemesis. Now, at the ripe age of 30, innocent no more, having a few white strand hair, constantly thinking about the business, the social obligations, and worry about tomorrow. The childhood days were just so free, happy and life just went by without worries.

It was the best time in my life. I miss the innocence and freedom. Oh and I miss the kampung boy in me.

27
May

::: it’s time :::

I think this is the right time for me to move on. I have been thinking and planning for the past few months about the next move and making plans to get things done, and now things are falling into the right places, so I guess its time for me to take the next move.

This might seem as a bold move, but it was really a well-planned move that I have been doing for months, if not years, and now it is the right time, or so I think, to move to the very next stage of my life that I think will benefit all the people around me.

Of course, there are friendships built and solely be missed, and there are knowledge gained that I will fully utilize in the future, and there are deals made that mark the high points in life. But we cannot just hold back and use all these as excuses to remain stagnant in life. We must move on, create some excitement, and then turn things into gold (or rather, turn our dreams and hopes into reality).

I might not update the blog as often as I used to because there are new ventures in the world that I must attend and there are things to be done. I will update once in a while and let ya’ll know about things.

So you ask: what’s your next move?

My friends, you will know in due course and I will let you know very soon. Just wish me luck and that will be sufficient for the time being.

27
May

::: x-men: the final stand :::

Last night (or rather, this morning), Maria and I went to One Utama GSC to watch X-Men: The Final Stand.

The visual and sound are top-notch, acting is not bad, and I particularly like their tight leather outfit, especially when seeing Storm (Halle Berry) in that oh-so-tight outfit. Yummy. I like the new hairstyle and the color.

In the movie, Jean (in the previous installation, she was the psycho-kinetic and the apparentice of Xavier) came back to life and tranformed into Pheonix. During the transformation, she became the Level 5 mutants, the highest level for mutants in the world, even higher than Xavier and Magneto. She doesn’t only can move objects with her mind, or read other’s people mind, but also can do anything she likes, like turn everything into ashes, and destroy anything that’s in her path.

Oh! Did I mention that my favourite character, Beast, was finally on screen? Portrayed by Kelsey Grammer (the Frasier dude in Frasier), he appeared smaller on screen than in the comic. But it was beautifully portrayed by Kelsey Grammer and the acting is excellent.

In the movie, a great leader and a teacher, Xavier, was killed in action. Being the leader and one with high power, it was a sadness to see the character going away. He is not the only character being sacrifice to acccomodate the growing list of mutants in the movie, but I am not going to give you the spoiler here. Also, there was a war between mutants and human beings, and it was a great war. Of course, the mutants win at the end.

Go watch it. It is definitely better than MI3 and the visual/audio effect is top-notch. Halle Berry is still so yummy.

26
May

::: wanton me! :::

Last night Maria, Khien, SH and me went to Bangsar Shopping Center to attend Wonton Me!, a comedy talk show by none other than Salena Tan (from Singapore - if you watched the infamous “I am not Stupid” by Dick Lee, Salena Tan is the one portraying the fat mother) and it was a blast.

The topic ranged from oral sex (do I get your attention now?), bird flu, mad-cow disease, the half-crooked bridge, the difference between gay and straight men, the sadness of having weird (but funny) surname, and the difference between Singapore and Malaysia. Did I forget to mention that she also compares the difference between the millenium porn with old-school porn? It comes with excellent singing, music, and performance. It is a great show and we had lots of great time during the show.

A lot of times, the things that she mentioned really strike a chord with the audience and the audiences just couldn’t agree more (NOTE: This is particularly true for women audience. So you can guess it. Men were, sometimes, underfire during the show). So before you enter the show, make sure you have big appetite for sarcasm, brutal truth, and also munch some chewing gum because she will make you laugh so loud and hard that you might have facial muscle cramp.

Oh! There’s one surprise that I am not telling at the moment. Go catch the show and you will find out for yourself.

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT.

The show ends on this coming Sunday (28/5/06), so you have just a few more days to attend this great show. Make sure you attend this great show.

Location: Bangsar Shopping Mall @ Actors Studio (3rd floor, West Wing)
Time:Friday (26/05/06) - 8:00 pm & 10:30 pm
Saturday (27/05/06) - 5:00 pm & 9:00 pm
Sunday (28/05/06) - 8:00 pm
Ticket Price : RM 50 to RM 90

24
May

::: stupid bosses around the globe :::

I was thinking of dedicating one new blog for the things I have heard about the companies from my friends (working or worked there). There are just so many things that got my blood boiling because it seems like a lot of people do not know the fundamentals nor common sense. If I were to get one dollar for listening to the complaints from people about their bosses (or companies), my wealth will make Bill Gates pale in comparison.

First, those bosses like to reward the wrong behavior. For example, they want to cut down on the complaints, and those managers, in order to appear superior, will ask the staff to supress those customer complaints. At the end of the year, the managers will get an award from the boss for the department with the least complaints. Unfortunately, what these managers are doing are nothing but driving the customers away.

Secondly, the bosses like ass-kisser (or licker, in a sense). When a person can put words in a flowerly order and say all the right things, the bosses will think that this person must be damn good and trusted him in anyway he can. Unfortunately, if looking deeper and ignore the surface, one can clearly see that this ass-kisser is nothing but crap. He did not perform anything, and of all the time he was there, he has no performance to speak of, and he didn’t even accomplish a simple task. Yet he gained popularity and trust from the stupid boss. At the end of the day, the ass-kisser is promoted despite the fact that everyone, except the boss of course, in the company knew about the capability of this ass-kisser. He is egocentric, and he is “Mirror first, and window later” kind of guy. It means, when there’s a credit due, he’ll look into the mirror and says, “Here! I have done it (again)! I am doing such a good job! I planned everything, worked vigorously to get things done!” And when it comes to failure, he’ll look at the window and points “There! He was the one who have failed to secure the project. And she’s the one who failed to support me to get things done.”

In a simple sentence: He is the one who will take all the credit and he will never make any blunder or mistakes.

There are just too many instances to list down and I am not writing a novel, so I will just cut it short:

There are people out there who can do a much better job, more efficient, and more professional than those ass-kisser. They can go all the way out, self-motivating themselves to get the job done despite the challenges in the marketplace. The only one thing that they didn’t do is spending lots of time trying to kiss the bosses’ hairy dark ass (this is not a racist remark. If you have enough experience, you will know that the anus area is dark. Don’t ask me how I knew).

But who doesn’t like to listen to good things about ourselves? Unfortunately, this is not the way to grow a business. Brutal facts are, well, brutal and cruel. But that’s the way to grow the business. We have to face our weakness, know what we are doing wrong, and correct it right away so we can move further ahead. Nope. The bosses like those ass-kissers to fondle, caress, kiss, lick, squeeze and poke their asses.

Yet those bosses will wonder why they can become a bad company; high human resources turnover, lousy sales, bad margin, competition are getting ahead in marketshare, and the staff are not motivated. The bosses wanted the company to be great so they can pocket lots of money personally, yet they wonder why their companies are still mediocre.

Here is the sublime message: The bosses want the company to be great. But there is a difference between wanting for personal gain or for the good of the company.

Bad Average Good Great

Maybe, just maybe, the bosses can do something to turn the company from bad to average. But it is still an average company. Is there any chance to turn the company into a good company? Not impossible but highly unlikely with that kind of management style. Can they become a great company? Absolutely! If they change the boss and get a great leader.

Good is the enemy of Great - Jim Collins, from Good to Great

Here, I have said it. I can hear you say “But who are you?”

I am a nobody.

23
May

::: lost underwear :::

This morning when I was busy attacking the keyboard to reply emails, writing up my reports, and typing some official letters, all at once, a friend of mine popped into MSN and the following conversation was carried out:

F: “Hey, got time for a question?”
ME: “Sure”
F: “What should I do when I find out that I lost my underwears?”
ME:[paused for a long time, and stopped my other typing because that question is a big distraction and attraction] “Huh? You what?”
F: “Oh! I brought my laundry to laundry service. Came back and I found out I lost some underwears.”
ME: “#$@#@! Can’t you be a bit more clear? Anyway, just go back and ask the laundry guy lah!”
F: “Oh, its a girl…”
Me: “Darn, now you are being very clear. Tell her you lost some items and you would like to find it. Normally laundry services will pack those unclaimed clothes and stack it somewhere, and you got to find it.”
F: “Oh okay. If I cannot find them? My favourite pink underwear is missing…”
ME: “Wow! Thanks for the info. I didn’t know guys like pink underwear. Anyway, I guess you gotta buy new ones.”
F: “Oh… :(”
F: “Thanks anyway…”
ME: “You are welcome, my pink-undie-fettish friend.”
F: “Hey!”

Don’t we all experience this? No, I don’t mean meeting guys who like pink undie, but the missing clothes when we go for laundry services. I have yet to encounter a laundry shops that do not misplace my stuff, and lately I have the same problems as well. I mean, how difficult is it to bag those clothes into a laundry bags and wash them? Why do they give us the problems of digging through a big pile of clothes to find our belongings? Can’t they use their pothead to think of it and solve our troubles once and for all?

Because of their stupidity, I have to buy underwear quite frequently because those potheads kept missing mine!

The best way is to do the laundry ourselves. This is on top of the To-Do List of mine. I don’t want to loose my underwear anymore.

22
May

::: the stupid policy :::

I was really bored at work and I had problem waking up because I was tired, both mentally and physically. I guess the fatigue is mainly caused by mental and emotional fatigue. I was really not motivated and there’s no more emotional challenges. Everyday is the same old task and the problems, while huge, but was totally uncessary. If they would do things differently, we don’t have to face this kind of stupid problems, and we could save time, money and improve the operation of the whole system.

Unfortunately, those people sitting behind a closed door think they can do things just by sitting inside the fancy offices, instead of meeting customers and know what the customers really want.

But what am I to complain? I don’t think my contribution is highly appreciated and those who are in charge want to exert their “power” and let everyone knows they are the bosses.

Hey, look at it this way. I am not complaining.

I will be out soon.




 

May 2006
M T W T F S S
« Apr   Jun »
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
293031  



Archives

Categories