Archive for April, 2005

Apr 27 2005

India

Published by Lazy Bone under All,Traveling

Have just came back from New Delhi a week ago. It is the dirtiest city/country I have ever been to. I remember last year when I first went there, the air was so polluted. Within the short distance from the airport to hotel, when I reached my room, I blown my nose and found all black! It was such a horrible thought of revisiting it…

This time, it is the only business trip I did not bring back any expressed breastmilk (EBM) after giving birth to Ian. I was so skeptical on the hygiene and water quality, decided not to risk it.

Before my first trip to Delhi, all my colleagues advised me to drink only bottled water. Some even to the extent of asking me to brush my teeth and wash my face with bottled water, which I eventually followed last year (when I was pregnant).

Four years ago, my ex-colleague went there for holiday. When it was time she was supposed to report back to work, she didn’t show up. Later we found out she had terrible food poisoning due to dirty water, and was hospitalized in India, unable to make her way home!

Well, looks like I have to make another trip there in August… such thought really spoil my mood… :(

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Apr 27 2005

Research Associate in the Field of Child Development and Human Relations

Published by Lazy Bone under All,Miscellaneous

I received a ‘snack mail’ from a friend. What is written really impressed me. Here it is:

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A woman named Emily renewing her driver’s license at the Transport office was asked by the clerk to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

“What I mean is,” explained the clerk, “do you have a job, or are you just a…?

“Of course I have a job,” snapped Emily. “I’m a Mum.”

“We don’t list ‘Mum’ as an occupation… ‘Housewife’ covers it,” said the clerk emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our local police station. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, “Official Interrogator” or “Town Registrar”.

“What is your occupation?” she probed. What made me say it, I do not know…

The words simply popped out.
“I’m a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.”

The clerk paused, pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire!

“Might I ask,” said the clerk with new interest, “just what you do in your field?”

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, “I have a continuing programme of research, (what mother doesn’t), in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out).

I’m working for my Masters, (the whole bloody family), and already have four credits, (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.”

There was an increasing note of respect in the girl’s voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

When I got home, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants — ages 10, 7, and 3. Upstairs, I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby), in the child-development programme, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had triumphed over bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than “just another Mum.”

Motherhood… What a glorious career! Especially when there’s a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers “Senior Research Associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations”, and great grandmothers “Executive Senior Research Associates”??? I think so!!!

I also think it makes Aunts “Associate Research Assistants”.

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Apr 27 2005

Breastfed Babies Don’t Like to Drink Water???

Who said breastfed baby doesn’t like to drink water? When this person said this, does he/she also infer that formula fed babies like to drink water?

I can proof these people wrong. Ian has been 100% breastfed, without any supplements – not any single drop of water, until he was about 5 months old when I started to introduce some rice cereal to him. He enjoys drinking plain water and would drink a lot at one go.

I have never compromised by giving him any sweetened drinks like what other mothers did, e.g. Ribena, sweetened barley drinks, honey water etc. I was lucky that Ian accepted plain water well.

I noticed quite a lot of other babies who were formula-fed: all dislike plain water. I was told when my DH and BIL were small, they also disliked plain water – both of them were formula fed!

So, my conclusion is, whether or not baby likes water, it is all individual preferences. Please don’t blame it on breastfeeding!

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Apr 27 2005

Underlying Message

Published by Lazy Bone under All,Miscellaneous

I have worked for 7+ years after graduation. I have never come across someone like this woman. She is my colleague whom I don’t come into contact until one recent project. She is one of my focal points for Malaysia’s component. Her role is to help me liaise with Business on research needs and some nitty-gritty stuff. Oh, BTW, I am a market research manager, responsible for research projects done in the Asia Pacific regions.

This woman is extremely difficult to deal with. I don’t report to her, she is not my internal client, and she is no one to me actually. Not that she is demanding or being difficult to satisfy (I won’t care anyway), but she likes to play politics and she plays lousily. She always tries to infer underlying message in whatsoever communications to her – verbal, written, body language etc.

I take the recent 2 incidents as example. These 2 incidents really spoilt my days.

First incident:
When I asked her to confirm brand list used for a particular questionnaire, she returned a brand list without our company’s brand. I challenged her because that doesn’t make sense. Come on! When you do research to find out what happens out there, don’t you want to know how your company performs? She replied and confirmed our brand is not required.

I spoke to my boss, who thought it was weird too, and asked me to confirm with the marketing manager (MM) – more superior than this woman. After confirming with the MM, I sent her an email to finalize the changes. To make her feel better, I wrote, “Please can you confirm whether the changes are acceptable to you. I will take the focal points words as final.” I thought by saying this, I respect her enough.

The next day morning at 8am, she called me and screamed at me. First, condemning that I used the abbreviation of “MM” which leads to confusion. According to her, MM can mean Mahathir Mohammed (our former PM). Well, the term ‘MM’ was used in this organization regionally and globally, I really wonder if she has any competency problem that leads to the confusion?? How can I mean confirming brand list with our former PM?

Then she said I did not respect her by checking with my boss and the MM, she was furious about it. Well, I must get my job done correctly. If what she did doesn’t make sense I have to correct it. Furthermore it was my boss’s instruction! She screamed at me for nearly an hour. She kept saying that I have underlying intention when I did this. Well in fact, I only have one intention, which is to get the right brand list to do my job.

Second incident:
On the same project as well, we have decided to interview only 3 types of customers. On one morning, we had a few emails flowing around, because this lady somewhat forgot and was making confusing statement involving another 2 types of customers (agriculture and one other). When it was finally confirmed not included, I sent out the finalized questionnaire to everyone including her.

She replied my email with a one liner message:
“Just a note to highlight on the error B2B transport ~ agriculture (rubber, cocoa, etc). It’s not updated here.”

For God’s sake, I didn’t understand this message at all. So I replied:
“Seriously, I don’t understand what you are trying to communicate in this email. Can you elaborate? Are you asking me to include it?”

Walao! This somewhat offended her because she thought I had underlying message. She called me up, screamed at me. Asked me what was my problem, why do I have to be so mean to her. She thought her message was very clear and I was trying to make her life difficult by asking her to elaborate. She thought I was very sarcastic for not understanding what she wrote. She was not convinced that I just didn’t understand.

To convince her, I even told her to assume that I was stupid lut-tut, and I just don’t understand. Like that also cannot. Do I look very intelligent that I must understand everything people writes/says?

Seriously, I just did not understand it, that’s all. Very straight-forward, no underlying message. But she just did not accept it, insisting that I have underlying message.

She even had the gut to scold me for writing her email, and I should have called if I really don’t understand. I was silly enough to let her scolded me on this point – I should have told her that I wrote this in email because she sent me an email – I was just replying to hers. If she thinks she can’t write good emails to elaborate, she should have called me in the first place and not just sent me a one liner message like that.

After the conversation ended, I wanted to ensure that my email was alright, I forwarded it to my boss to ask for her opinion. Glad my boss told me that this lady has the reputation of doing this to everyone. So, it wasn’t my problem. Whew!

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Apr 27 2005

Ian’s First Birthday

Published by Lazy Bone under All,Ian

Thursday 21 Apr was Ian’s first birthday. It was a public holiday, so every relative came by to celebrate.

The day before, I took him to take some studio photos. This fella har… he only shows his smiley faces at home. When he was at the studio, he frowned his face all the time. No any single photo with his charming smile. I was so disappointed. I think our own camera has better photos leh!

Then in the evening, I thought after having a nap in the afternoon, he should feel better. So, I brought him to Ikano for photogenic competition. Aiyoh, when taking photo, he again did not smile at all… I was soooo disappointed again. Wasted my effort and money (morning session cost me RM150 leh, including CD lah!).

Here are some sample photos – best of all the disappointing ones. Well, to the mummy me, they looks good lah!
Ian in Studio 2Ian in Studio 4Ian in Studio 3Ian in Studio 1

Talking back about his birthday…
On his birthday, when everyone was waiting to see him do his ‘show’ on the select-game, his mood suddenly soured, and wanted to sleep. So, over 30+ people waited 2 hours for him to wake up. Very 大牌!

Ian Birthday 1The ceremony starts with stepping on the piled up ‘ang-gu-ke’ (红龟果/ Red glutinous cake). This is to symbolize 步步高升.

Then, it was followed by the ‘select game’ (mentioned in previous blog). Well, the select game wasn’t very perfect because there were some interference and some bias. Just a game, anyway, so the results as follow:

1. Scissors and ruler (actually scissors)
2. Abacus (expected because Ian loves beads thingy!)
3. Scale (should be the egg first but someone shouted when he almost touched it, so he was shocked and changed course…)
4. Chicken drumstick and red-egg (actually red-egg)
5. Book and pen (actually pen)
6. Money (he didn’t want the notes, he chose the 50 cent coin!)

Ian6
Ian7

So, everyone was happy that Ian didn’t choose money first, and I got disappointed because he didn’t choose book first. Hehehe, we all have different hopes!

For scissors and ruler, the original meaning was ‘seamstress’, but MIL would rather believe it as ‘scissors that cuts the ribbons’. So she thinks Ian will be VIP in the future, and will be invited to cut ribbons very often. To me, as long as he doesn’t pick drumstick first to show his greediness, I’m fine with anything (though I secretly wish he would pick book first as I love children read). This is just a game anyway, I don’t believe in the meaning of the items. :)

BTW, I tried to bias his selection by choosing the biggest and most colourful book I have – the Harry Potter (Order of Phoenix). When I was reading that book, Ian always wanted to pull and kept disturbing me. I hide it for around 6 months now, thinking it would still attract him, but… 失策

When blowing the candles on the cake, Ian finally cried! He actually is very 胆小 (coward), and he is very afraid of strangers or too many people around. So, he wasn’t happy the whole day on his birthday, and when he put his hand on the cake and we laughed at him – wa, cannot already – cried out loud…
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What a first birthday for Ian… :)

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