I gave up trying to attach the scanned card to this blog.
Decide to write them instead.
10 REASONS WHY I LOVE YOU (with a heart drawn instead of writing "LOVE")
1.You are my chattin partner. I can talk about anything with you.
2. You understand me the most.
3.You pandai ambik hati orang tua.
4. You always think of me when eating something special / visiting a new place (e.g. Pulau Sentosa Safari)
5. You're a good mother. Alaywas accentuating the positive with Azam Zikry.
6. You're creative. Design your own clothes/hair.
7. You are patient with me, when I am sometimes very stubborn.
8. YOu tend to like the things I like, and dislike what I dislike (e.g. CSI, Sentra)
9. We can share great experiences together (e.g. LP52, Kinabalu)
10. You make me a happy man!
HAPPY 3RD ANNIVERSARY LOVE!
signed AZmady and then crossed then abang 21 Dec 2006 (with 21 highlighted)
Friday, December 30, 2005
Long Friday Lunch
We get 2.5 hours for Lunch on Friday.
Long enough to take my foot to the Mall and swipe the cards on apparel and cosmetics.
However, I have found other things to do other than driving to the crowded Mall with parking oh-so-hard-to-get and coming back with few hundreds gone from my account. Here they are:
1. I could write to the store manager about the store assistant/ customer service or whomever has helped me with something. If I could write complaint letter, why shouldn't I spend some time writing appreciations? Place the letter in outgoing trays and coming Monday, that person is on top of his/her world praised by the boss.
2. I could take some scrub, mask and hot water, do an own-facial at the office. The men will go out for prayers, most the ladies are heading the mall, I have the whole office by myself! (and some good friends too!)
3. I could meet up with some long lost friends at any eatery and talk, talk, talk.
4. I, of course, get to use the Streamyx pc all by myself and blog, blog, blog.
5. Time to sort out the paid bills and to-be-paid.
6. Time to cut the hair-do or make-up I like inside my 'beauty section' scrap book.
What are yours?
Long enough to take my foot to the Mall and swipe the cards on apparel and cosmetics.
However, I have found other things to do other than driving to the crowded Mall with parking oh-so-hard-to-get and coming back with few hundreds gone from my account. Here they are:
1. I could write to the store manager about the store assistant/ customer service or whomever has helped me with something. If I could write complaint letter, why shouldn't I spend some time writing appreciations? Place the letter in outgoing trays and coming Monday, that person is on top of his/her world praised by the boss.
2. I could take some scrub, mask and hot water, do an own-facial at the office. The men will go out for prayers, most the ladies are heading the mall, I have the whole office by myself! (and some good friends too!)
3. I could meet up with some long lost friends at any eatery and talk, talk, talk.
4. I, of course, get to use the Streamyx pc all by myself and blog, blog, blog.
5. Time to sort out the paid bills and to-be-paid.
6. Time to cut the hair-do or make-up I like inside my 'beauty section' scrap book.
What are yours?
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Long, Longer!
a MALE friend was complaining about how long my blog is and how techical the words are (and his choice of words on his mini-car is not? duhh!).
I guess girls' blogs are long and very very descriptive. Whilst the boys try to keep them simple.
To az95, wait until you read some of the my girls' blogs. They are long, longer when they write about the kids, much longer when they write about the mom in laws! Ha ha (cynically laughing while sipping my cofee the Kakak made which simply the best in the world, hey you would say so too after listening to the suppliers from Europe or Australia or Hong Kong about the coffee. One thing they vividly remember about my office is the nice coffee, not too bitter, not too sweet.. Some even say that the Kakak is their favorite girl, I mean, hey.. look at my new hair-do, doesn't that make ME your favorite woman to see over at the office..? Those who dropped by twice a year always comment on the different hairstyle I have everytime they drop by, one time it was long and straight, another was long and wavy, another was tiny permed with extra highlight, last month it was short and black, now it is short, curly and higlighted!!! oh that remind me the coming Raya Haji, it would end up with me staying home, i mean, how could I go out and meet all the elderlies with my hair higlighted! I think the A Cut Above highlighted it too light. Both the husband and I got the same two colors but turned out to be that the highlights in mine are much much more than his. Wonder whether I should pay them a visit again, but the stylist was nice, he cut husband's hair for free)
See how the coffee story goes?!
I rest my case.
I guess girls' blogs are long and very very descriptive. Whilst the boys try to keep them simple.
To az95, wait until you read some of the my girls' blogs. They are long, longer when they write about the kids, much longer when they write about the mom in laws! Ha ha (cynically laughing while sipping my cofee the Kakak made which simply the best in the world, hey you would say so too after listening to the suppliers from Europe or Australia or Hong Kong about the coffee. One thing they vividly remember about my office is the nice coffee, not too bitter, not too sweet.. Some even say that the Kakak is their favorite girl, I mean, hey.. look at my new hair-do, doesn't that make ME your favorite woman to see over at the office..? Those who dropped by twice a year always comment on the different hairstyle I have everytime they drop by, one time it was long and straight, another was long and wavy, another was tiny permed with extra highlight, last month it was short and black, now it is short, curly and higlighted!!! oh that remind me the coming Raya Haji, it would end up with me staying home, i mean, how could I go out and meet all the elderlies with my hair higlighted! I think the A Cut Above highlighted it too light. Both the husband and I got the same two colors but turned out to be that the highlights in mine are much much more than his. Wonder whether I should pay them a visit again, but the stylist was nice, he cut husband's hair for free)
See how the coffee story goes?!
I rest my case.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Just the Way You Look Tonight
Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.
Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.
Lovely ... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it ?
'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.
Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look to-night.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Movies I Want to See
I am a fan of Afdlin Shauki.
Not the fact that he is an LP, (yes, that too), I feel that he is one different guy who made his dreams a commitment, in other words, he is committed to making his dreams come alive. His OWN dreams.
And all the dreams are nicely portrayed in the movies, I think, which I never get to see at all! First it was BULI that I missed, then the BULI BALIK, then I just feel that I just have to catch this currently screened BAIK PUNYA CILOK. But, I can't hardly find time to drop by at the cinema nowadays. However, to show how much do I support him and his work, I think I am going to book two tickets on this Tuesday, and if we didn't get to see, at least I feel better than my two tickets will contribute to his soon-to-be Blockbuster Movie.
I am not going to miss making a difference in this one extraordinary Malay chap.
Not the fact that he is an LP, (yes, that too), I feel that he is one different guy who made his dreams a commitment, in other words, he is committed to making his dreams come alive. His OWN dreams.
And all the dreams are nicely portrayed in the movies, I think, which I never get to see at all! First it was BULI that I missed, then the BULI BALIK, then I just feel that I just have to catch this currently screened BAIK PUNYA CILOK. But, I can't hardly find time to drop by at the cinema nowadays. However, to show how much do I support him and his work, I think I am going to book two tickets on this Tuesday, and if we didn't get to see, at least I feel better than my two tickets will contribute to his soon-to-be Blockbuster Movie.
I am not going to miss making a difference in this one extraordinary Malay chap.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Told Ja, I am The Brain!
Ida and Murali have been requesting the insurance for the same shipment twice. With the different excel files maintained in two separate PCs, can't blame them for that!
I therefore have revamped the Access.db. They now can just open and see whether that shipment has been insured, and click "Print Today" then the request note can be printed.
Was, however, having a problem of rounding up numbers to the next million. Round([Number],2) can only rounding up 6,231,123.67 to 6,231,124.00 where what I wanted was only 6.2 million.
Reckying around, thinking hard when I decided to first divide the [Number] with 1 million then rounding up to two decimal points then mulptiply that with 1 million back.
This goes: Round(([Number]/1000000),2)*1000000.
What a smart ass!!
I therefore have revamped the Access.db. They now can just open and see whether that shipment has been insured, and click "Print Today" then the request note can be printed.
Was, however, having a problem of rounding up numbers to the next million. Round([Number],2) can only rounding up 6,231,123.67 to 6,231,124.00 where what I wanted was only 6.2 million.
Reckying around, thinking hard when I decided to first divide the [Number] with 1 million then rounding up to two decimal points then mulptiply that with 1 million back.
This goes: Round(([Number]/1000000),2)*1000000.
What a smart ass!!
My 3rd Wedding Anniversary
I spent the Tuesday evening shopping for the perfect gift for the dear husband. Yes, I gave the new hair-do but just feel like that should be a present wrapped in a good paper with a card written with romantic words should come on the day. I ended up buying a blue tooth headset, after reckying around and bargaining for the best price. Tried some nice words so that I could get more discount but the bargaining stops at 220.
We woke up on the 21st with the baby slept terkangkang in between us, so we forgo the idea smooching up. We drove separately to work and I dropped the gift into his car. He romantically informed that the presents he bought is not yet wrapped, which I could find in the glove compartment. In the jam, I browse through of what he bought: two magazines, one fiction (that I have read!), one mgmt book, an Enya CD and I saw a card. All prices are nicely tagged to each items. I didn't dare looking at the card, I might end up have to be filling up the card for him!!
But he did write so many nice things inside the card that I managed to peek during lunch! I was in the AIR!!!! Will scan that and upload to the blog.
He then got home later than me, with a pair of Yoga pants and top from Elle (luckily those fit). (Since I was not allowed to write any of the humpy pumpy stories anymore, here dot dot dot hapenned). Then he got me to Windmill for a candle lite dinner. I wore that sexy purple skirt with a tube top and a wool wrap cum blouse kinda thing that I bought specially for the date.
The food was nice. The ambient temperature of the setting is slightly low. We talked on going to Singapore Night Safari when AZ reached his second birthday. For now, that's the only future thing that I could foresee.
That was how the 3rd wedding anniversary went.
We woke up on the 21st with the baby slept terkangkang in between us, so we forgo the idea smooching up. We drove separately to work and I dropped the gift into his car. He romantically informed that the presents he bought is not yet wrapped, which I could find in the glove compartment. In the jam, I browse through of what he bought: two magazines, one fiction (that I have read!), one mgmt book, an Enya CD and I saw a card. All prices are nicely tagged to each items. I didn't dare looking at the card, I might end up have to be filling up the card for him!!
But he did write so many nice things inside the card that I managed to peek during lunch! I was in the AIR!!!! Will scan that and upload to the blog.
He then got home later than me, with a pair of Yoga pants and top from Elle (luckily those fit). (Since I was not allowed to write any of the humpy pumpy stories anymore, here dot dot dot hapenned). Then he got me to Windmill for a candle lite dinner. I wore that sexy purple skirt with a tube top and a wool wrap cum blouse kinda thing that I bought specially for the date.
The food was nice. The ambient temperature of the setting is slightly low. We talked on going to Singapore Night Safari when AZ reached his second birthday. For now, that's the only future thing that I could foresee.
That was how the 3rd wedding anniversary went.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Holding On to the Number
You know that 8TV Desperate Housewives is one season earlier than 70
Astro's.
I was watching 8TV last week, where it ended with Bree getting a call
from the Hospital saying that Rex has passed away. I was hoping that
call will just be a prank call, that Rex was just testing whether she'll
confess on feeding him potassium (which is poisonous to him). I was SO
hoping that this week's episode will tell me on how Rex will be
clarified on who actually poisoned him with potassioum. I mean, he could
NOT die without knowing the truth, could he?
The next day of that episode last week, Roslan passed away. Again,
hopeful I was that the call was just a prank call, that he'll be there
smiling at his pelamin when we go attending his wedding this week. That
he'll be still sending me emails of jokes this week. That we'll be
visiting his wife at SJMC when they got they first baby. I mean, he
could NOT die without firstly marrying the girl of his dream, could he?
Thing is, they could.
As I re-watched the episode at 70 Astro's, and patiently waited for
8TV's, hopeful I was again that Rex will still come back. That Bree will
be so mad to the caller but smiling gleefully at the end. (then how
pissed was I finding that 8TV this week season was simply not available!!!).
As I spring cleaned my Contact in the Microsoft Outlook while sync'ing
it to my PDA, I saw Roslan's old number which I know by heart 019 359
4246 (since it was like similarly mine 019 359 9464) and hesitated to
delete it. I looked again, then decide to hold on to. Closed Microsoft
Outlook. Then in a split of second, I opened it again, scrolled down to
"L", found Lan and deleting I was. It then asked me again, 'Empty the
Deleted Items?', I rushingly clicked yes, knowing that if I stopped to
think, I won't do it, then walked out from my workstation to the pantry
where I gulped down one mug of coffee with extra sugar.
Deep inside I know the sweetness won't wash the bitter memory away.
Where Have I Been?
An email I wrote to the circle of my uni-girls, just couldn't find the energy to write again.. ( but I do the typo check, though
Korang, sorry for the long silence.. Since late roslan passed away , i've been in and out from the office... tak sempat nak check email.. or shall I say, I just couldn't find time to organize my tot and pen down what am i feeling inside....
SATU pasal Lan... sorry, lambat cerita.. tapi aku betul betul terkejut masa tahu tu... baru pagi selasa tu aku called dia , sebab member aku kena pergi kursus, nampak ada nama dia kene pergi jugak, then aku called lan tanya dia tak pi ke, dia kata dia kene gi PD. (ye ajiji?) tup tup pagi khamis meninggal...!!
petang rabu tu, lepas dia gi ambik tunang dia nak gi makan.. pastu masa makan tu su, tunang dia perasan dia minum ais banyak, pastu dia keluarkan duit, su tanya pasal ape sikit sangat, dia jawab, eleh nak bawak gi mana pun duit banyak banyak... then dia balik rumah mak dia, mak dia kata senyap je main UNO ngan adik dia tak de bising bising....
then dia supposednye balik condo dia beli kat somewhere at desa water park (?) jalan kelang lama.... aku memang tahu dia beli condo kat situ, sebab nak kawin kan... then dia tak balik condo dia, dia gi rumah mak mentua (bakal, i mean) kat putrajaya.. dia kata kat depa dia nak tidur situ..... around 11:00 gitu adik sue ckp lah pasal ape abang lan tidur bising sangat berdengkur, dia siap cakap, jovially lagi, 'sorry!'.. cam tu lah..
dlm one o clock gitu, tunang dia terbangun nak pi bilik air nampak dada dia berombak ombak.. pastu bile tanya kenapa, dia dah tak leh nak jawab dah.. terus tunang dia ajar mengucap (strong girl budak tu, kalau aku tak tahu lah panick kot), 1:15 tu meninggal, macam tu je....!! in a split of second.......
aku dapat missed call dari hp dia dlm 3:30 gitu.. tapi ingat ke dia terdial..rupanya su yang call all the kawan kawan.. sebab masa malam tu, sebelum masuk tidur, dia siap bagi kunci rumah, kunci pendua kereta dengan tunjuk handhphone dia , all the list nama kawan kawan dia... dia kata ape ape jadi, call lah diorang ni... so su called all the friends lah, all the As first tapi aisha je lah bodoh tak angkat phone pagi pagi tu.. aidil, alice (budak kapar), azmi (budak nets)..
cuma abang zul je tak dapat nak call. then sue called aku again dalam 7:30 suruh mintak tolong cari kan no abang zul... aku call abang zul, dia dgn kak niza tengah kat kelantan, menagnis kejap abang zul kat telefon... dia kata dia baru jumpa lan, tak de ape pun....!
masa aku sampai rumah makcik dia kat kg medan tu, dah bawak balik dari post mortem putrajaya dah... result post mortem kata ada mucus dalam lung and blood test kata heart problem.. aku tak berani ckp ape dysfunctional dulu, lung ke heart.....
then kitorang tunggu kapan and bawak gi masjid, bulat is one of those yang usung keranda ... kat masjid, depa tunggu zuhur, baru sembahyang jenazah.. masa tu baru aku nampak su tu, terus su tu datang aku peluk aku.. masa tu sebenarnye aku dah tak sedih dah, tapi bile su cakap, 'kak aishah kitorang ni membilang hari je kak!", terus aku pun terasa lembek jugak kat situ...
aku menyesal sebab masa minggu lepas tu, lan nak sangat datang rumah aku ngan mady tapi ye lah, aku pun macam elak elak nak jumpa dia.. dia nak pass aku invitation card (dia nak kawin this 25th kat kelantan), aku suruh dia post or pass kat orang, dia ckp dia nak jumpa aku... !
semua budak nets aku ada... all the boys kecuali mady (sebab ada kerja kat teluk panglima garang) and a few yang kerja kat taiping, rawang... pastu diorang tanya aku, shah kau ingat tak sape yang jadi model masa kita belajar mandi kapan semayang jenazah masa kat OBS, masa tu baru aku ingat, Lan lah model nye.. tak sangka, we got to semayang jenazah yang betul untuk dia..
some chinese and indians came over too, to the masjid.. tunggu diorang sembahyang semua.... aku cam was kinda mad to myself sebab tak nak jumpa dia masa dia nak pass me the wedding card.... padahal nye waktu aku NETS dulu, when i was down, he had always been there.. he had always talked me out bile aku rasa aku useless... can't do a few things, he made me see that tak kisah lah orang tak nak ckp ngan aku pun, he still feel that i was the good person, that I was still a good friend, that money doesn't buy friendship..
ntah, tak boleh nak tulis pepanjang sini.... NETS was not really a good memory for me... but Lan,was he there for me! masa aku nak choose between nizam or mady pun, he was the one who pulled me thru! and I can't even time to find time to share his happiness of the wedding!!!! truth is, memang ada mende jadi.. jiji pun tahu, Lan tu kan biasa cepat marah sket.... and I let my anger came in between the friendship...
sebab aku bengang ngan dia, aku lupe all the good memories he made out of the NETS7 bad memory... and chose to back away from the friendship instead... now he's gone.. macammana aku nak buat so that he knew how sorry I was to back away from the friendship? i can't, can I? where 've I been when he wanted to share a bit of his happiness for the wedding? or shall i say when he really wanted to see me, mady and azam zikry, the final one, before he goes, for good?
DUA then about nary... this is the girl whom nangis nangis kat aku masa tak tahu nak pilih EE or BCM dulu... my roomate masa kat US... and she is in the middle of her life bad experience, where 've I been? sebab ada sekali aku jumpa dia, and dia terus cakap aku gemuk, sejak dari tu aku malas nak call dia lagi.. and i let her be alone masa tengah sedih sedih pasal mus sakit... tengah risau risau pasal anak-anak dia, never bother to call, sebab kut kut dia fire aku gemuk lagi.... padahalnya niat ada dalam hati nak call....
since when aku slalu biar perasaan sakit hati tu stand in the middle of one of the most fun friendship I had had? nary was alone, kalau tak kerana dia sms kita her new phone number, tak de orang tahu the problem the family is facing.... kalau dia tak start bukak cerita macammana nak pagar rumah... tak de orang tahu pasal dia... ntah ntah masa aku jumpe dia masa dia ckp aku gemuk tu pun dia dah start tahu yang mus sakit...
masa aku tulis ni, the tears are running down my cheek.. like i say, i just couldn't find time to pen down things.... it's just taking my energy to really feel what am i feeling inside, how regretful i was for not seeing Lan.... for not checking up on Nary... ordinary friends who seemed small to me NOW despite the big things they have done to me, whom I couln't be bothered to spend a few minutes of my many many minutes in the life, seeing or talking to....
how easy aisha has been taking things...
pen off, aisha
Korang, sorry for the long silence.. Since late roslan passed away , i've been in and out from the office... tak sempat nak check email.. or shall I say, I just couldn't find time to organize my tot and pen down what am i feeling inside....
SATU pasal Lan... sorry, lambat cerita.. tapi aku betul betul terkejut masa tahu tu... baru pagi selasa tu aku called dia , sebab member aku kena pergi kursus, nampak ada nama dia kene pergi jugak, then aku called lan tanya dia tak pi ke, dia kata dia kene gi PD. (ye ajiji?) tup tup pagi khamis meninggal...!!
petang rabu tu, lepas dia gi ambik tunang dia nak gi makan.. pastu masa makan tu su, tunang dia perasan dia minum ais banyak, pastu dia keluarkan duit, su tanya pasal ape sikit sangat, dia jawab, eleh nak bawak gi mana pun duit banyak banyak... then dia balik rumah mak dia, mak dia kata senyap je main UNO ngan adik dia tak de bising bising....
then dia supposednye balik condo dia beli kat somewhere at desa water park (?) jalan kelang lama.... aku memang tahu dia beli condo kat situ, sebab nak kawin kan... then dia tak balik condo dia, dia gi rumah mak mentua (bakal, i mean) kat putrajaya.. dia kata kat depa dia nak tidur situ..... around 11:00 gitu adik sue ckp lah pasal ape abang lan tidur bising sangat berdengkur, dia siap cakap, jovially lagi, 'sorry!'.. cam tu lah..
dlm one o clock gitu, tunang dia terbangun nak pi bilik air nampak dada dia berombak ombak.. pastu bile tanya kenapa, dia dah tak leh nak jawab dah.. terus tunang dia ajar mengucap (strong girl budak tu, kalau aku tak tahu lah panick kot), 1:15 tu meninggal, macam tu je....!! in a split of second.......
aku dapat missed call dari hp dia dlm 3:30 gitu.. tapi ingat ke dia terdial..rupanya su yang call all the kawan kawan.. sebab masa malam tu, sebelum masuk tidur, dia siap bagi kunci rumah, kunci pendua kereta dengan tunjuk handhphone dia , all the list nama kawan kawan dia... dia kata ape ape jadi, call lah diorang ni... so su called all the friends lah, all the As first tapi aisha je lah bodoh tak angkat phone pagi pagi tu.. aidil, alice (budak kapar), azmi (budak nets)..
cuma abang zul je tak dapat nak call. then sue called aku again dalam 7:30 suruh mintak tolong cari kan no abang zul... aku call abang zul, dia dgn kak niza tengah kat kelantan, menagnis kejap abang zul kat telefon... dia kata dia baru jumpa lan, tak de ape pun....!
masa aku sampai rumah makcik dia kat kg medan tu, dah bawak balik dari post mortem putrajaya dah... result post mortem kata ada mucus dalam lung and blood test kata heart problem.. aku tak berani ckp ape dysfunctional dulu, lung ke heart.....
then kitorang tunggu kapan and bawak gi masjid, bulat is one of those yang usung keranda ... kat masjid, depa tunggu zuhur, baru sembahyang jenazah.. masa tu baru aku nampak su tu, terus su tu datang aku peluk aku.. masa tu sebenarnye aku dah tak sedih dah, tapi bile su cakap, 'kak aishah kitorang ni membilang hari je kak!", terus aku pun terasa lembek jugak kat situ...
aku menyesal sebab masa minggu lepas tu, lan nak sangat datang rumah aku ngan mady tapi ye lah, aku pun macam elak elak nak jumpa dia.. dia nak pass aku invitation card (dia nak kawin this 25th kat kelantan), aku suruh dia post or pass kat orang, dia ckp dia nak jumpa aku... !
semua budak nets aku ada... all the boys kecuali mady (sebab ada kerja kat teluk panglima garang) and a few yang kerja kat taiping, rawang... pastu diorang tanya aku, shah kau ingat tak sape yang jadi model masa kita belajar mandi kapan semayang jenazah masa kat OBS, masa tu baru aku ingat, Lan lah model nye.. tak sangka, we got to semayang jenazah yang betul untuk dia..
some chinese and indians came over too, to the masjid.. tunggu diorang sembahyang semua.... aku cam was kinda mad to myself sebab tak nak jumpa dia masa dia nak pass me the wedding card.... padahal nye waktu aku NETS dulu, when i was down, he had always been there.. he had always talked me out bile aku rasa aku useless... can't do a few things, he made me see that tak kisah lah orang tak nak ckp ngan aku pun, he still feel that i was the good person, that I was still a good friend, that money doesn't buy friendship..
ntah, tak boleh nak tulis pepanjang sini.... NETS was not really a good memory for me... but Lan,was he there for me! masa aku nak choose between nizam or mady pun, he was the one who pulled me thru! and I can't even time to find time to share his happiness of the wedding!!!! truth is, memang ada mende jadi.. jiji pun tahu, Lan tu kan biasa cepat marah sket.... and I let my anger came in between the friendship...
sebab aku bengang ngan dia, aku lupe all the good memories he made out of the NETS7 bad memory... and chose to back away from the friendship instead... now he's gone.. macammana aku nak buat so that he knew how sorry I was to back away from the friendship? i can't, can I? where 've I been when he wanted to share a bit of his happiness for the wedding? or shall i say when he really wanted to see me, mady and azam zikry, the final one, before he goes, for good?
DUA then about nary... this is the girl whom nangis nangis kat aku masa tak tahu nak pilih EE or BCM dulu... my roomate masa kat US... and she is in the middle of her life bad experience, where 've I been? sebab ada sekali aku jumpa dia, and dia terus cakap aku gemuk, sejak dari tu aku malas nak call dia lagi.. and i let her be alone masa tengah sedih sedih pasal mus sakit... tengah risau risau pasal anak-anak dia, never bother to call, sebab kut kut dia fire aku gemuk lagi.... padahalnya niat ada dalam hati nak call....
since when aku slalu biar perasaan sakit hati tu stand in the middle of one of the most fun friendship I had had? nary was alone, kalau tak kerana dia sms kita her new phone number, tak de orang tahu the problem the family is facing.... kalau dia tak start bukak cerita macammana nak pagar rumah... tak de orang tahu pasal dia... ntah ntah masa aku jumpe dia masa dia ckp aku gemuk tu pun dia dah start tahu yang mus sakit...
masa aku tulis ni, the tears are running down my cheek.. like i say, i just couldn't find time to pen down things.... it's just taking my energy to really feel what am i feeling inside, how regretful i was for not seeing Lan.... for not checking up on Nary... ordinary friends who seemed small to me NOW despite the big things they have done to me, whom I couln't be bothered to spend a few minutes of my many many minutes in the life, seeing or talking to....
how easy aisha has been taking things...
pen off, aisha
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Ifs
A friend passed away this morning. I was writing about how did I know
him, things that we have helped each other, things that we've been
through together, the oppinions he offered on the guys I was dumping or
trying to date, girls who have crushes on him. He is such a good friend
that if he'd ask me to go and help him stuck in the middle of the
Federal Highway at 3:00 a.m., I'd go (in fact, I did).
Then I thought of that one incident that strain the friendship,
suddenly, I stopped writing.
Yeah we made up after that one incident, but it has deterred the
friendship. It has brought me and him way apart from each other, where
else we used to send each other jokes via SMSes.
He recently called trying to see me and passing me his wedding
invitation card (yup, he passed away then days before the big day).
Having the weekends filled up with family obligation, I nicely talked to
him about mailing the cards. Doesn't a groom got lots to think and do
that he should let Pos Malaysia does things for him? Then he warmly
insisted of seeing me and the rest of the gang, after all, we have not
been seeing each other for so long, albeit the busy busy days he is
facing. I somehow managed to make him pass the card thru another
friend. Received that yesterday.
My phone rang again on the way to work, it was his number, the
bride-to-be called me crying which from I got the whole story. He
stayed alone, in the new condominium he bought himself. Last night, he
went back to the mom's, then showed up un-expectedly at the fiancee's
place without calling. He said he just feel like spending the night
over, and who thought that was the final night of his life. At 1 a.m.,
he had this chest pain, they took him to the hospital and he was
pronounced dead. At the point of this blog is written, he is undergoing
a post mortem.
Then there I was, driving thru Federal Highway to work with tears in my
cheek, feeling so bad of not abiding his final wish to me as a friend,
i.e. just to see me. How could I have NOT noticed?
I then resumed the final task as a friend, calling anyone that I could
remember, cutting the story short (it was not really nice for the rest
of the world to know that he spent the final night at his fiancee's, our
culture doesn't allow man and woman without marriage be together in the
same house, no matter how tragically romantic I think it is).
I can't help but feeling miserably sad. If only that I have spent one
hour of my full two weekend-days to see him, if only I could have put
the thing that strained our friendship away, if... if.... Yes, life is
full of ifs. I thought I am the one who lives my life trying each new
adventure, afraid to wake up one day saying "If only I...". The fact is,
in the pursuit of all the new adventures, I have tend to make my anger
overrules a simple friendship who has nurtured
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
What Can I Do Now
My name is Azam Zikry. I am 1 year 2months and here is the list of things I can do now.
When Mommy carries me and says, "Manja Mommy!", I'll put my head on her chest. She loves it!
The other day mommy was telling daddy that I could be having a headache and the moment I heard she said "Kepala", I went and touched my head! They went thrilled!
"Mana mata?", then I'll show my eyes while squirting them smaller.
"Mana telinga?" then I will have my left pointing finger into my left ear.
"Mana hidung?", same goes, the left pointing finger will go straight into my nostril.
"Mana mulut?", I'll stick my tongue out a bit and rub my left palm over the lips and tongue continuously until someone says,
"Mana pipi?", then I put the left palm over my left ear where the edge of the palm will touch the cheek, a bit.
"Mana Azam Zikry?", then I put both of my palms over my eyes for a moment, then slowly take them out, enlarging my eyes and say, "Aaaahhhh".
"Siapa nama Azam Zikry sini?", then I will quickly raise my left arm up, up to the sky. I'll do that again when they say, "Siapa budak pandai sini?", "Siapa budak baik sini?", "Siapa Siti Nurhaliza sini?".
"Knock the glass window for me, please?", requests my Mommy when we are in the car and me, with the smallest knuckles available in the car, will go nearer to the window and knock! Fooh.. am I smart or supersmart or what?
When the adults are eating at the dining table, I'll go and say "nnaaaakkk!", so softly that they don't have the heart to turn me down. Daddy said that is my first real word.
I'll look up when Mommy asks, "Where's the moon?", "Mana kipas?".
The best thing I do, mommy thinks, is when she says, "Kiss Mommy", then I will lean forward (craw if she's lying down on the floor), kiss her cheek while saying, "Mmmmm uahhhhh". That will just make her day!!
When Mommy carries me and says, "Manja Mommy!", I'll put my head on her chest. She loves it!
The other day mommy was telling daddy that I could be having a headache and the moment I heard she said "Kepala", I went and touched my head! They went thrilled!
"Mana mata?", then I'll show my eyes while squirting them smaller.
"Mana telinga?" then I will have my left pointing finger into my left ear.
"Mana hidung?", same goes, the left pointing finger will go straight into my nostril.
"Mana mulut?", I'll stick my tongue out a bit and rub my left palm over the lips and tongue continuously until someone says,
"Mana pipi?", then I put the left palm over my left ear where the edge of the palm will touch the cheek, a bit.
"Mana Azam Zikry?", then I put both of my palms over my eyes for a moment, then slowly take them out, enlarging my eyes and say, "Aaaahhhh".
"Siapa nama Azam Zikry sini?", then I will quickly raise my left arm up, up to the sky. I'll do that again when they say, "Siapa budak pandai sini?", "Siapa budak baik sini?", "Siapa Siti Nurhaliza sini?".
"Knock the glass window for me, please?", requests my Mommy when we are in the car and me, with the smallest knuckles available in the car, will go nearer to the window and knock! Fooh.. am I smart or supersmart or what?
When the adults are eating at the dining table, I'll go and say "nnaaaakkk!", so softly that they don't have the heart to turn me down. Daddy said that is my first real word.
I'll look up when Mommy asks, "Where's the moon?", "Mana kipas?".
The best thing I do, mommy thinks, is when she says, "Kiss Mommy", then I will lean forward (craw if she's lying down on the floor), kiss her cheek while saying, "Mmmmm uahhhhh". That will just make her day!!
Saturday, December 10, 2005
What A Week!
What a week and how thin has my patience grew.
Sunday.
After the MPH tour, AZ face was turning red and I placed my hand on his forehead. Slightly warm. It gets warmer starting from 7:00 pm something. At night, he woke up crying. We sponged him, fed him Paracetamol which he gulped without much resistance. Good boy!
Monday:
His temperature coming up and down. We came back, after mommy concluding the meeting with problematic Supplier-Wanna-Bee-who-has-walloped-the org-money and took him straight to Clinic, seeing Dr. Rahman who has obviously been working out at the gym! (I mean, from skinny to built, it must be the gym!)
Mind was distrurbed when Head of Unit called to set a meeting on Monday to discuss MizAnoi's Job Description.
AZ slept half awakely thru the night. The antibiotic and paracetamol were not working, obviously. We then use that Rectal Paracetamol. Negative, too. The fever was still high.
Tuesday:
Sent him over to K Endon's with very heavy heart. It was very hot, K Endon's said, at around 12:00 noon and she sponged him with AloeVera mix.Picked him up late evening with the same temperature. We then brought him to the clinic and was given a referal letter. Night was still spent sponging him.
Wednesday:
Had a very heaty meeting with Boss No 2 and Boss no 3 together with MizAnoi discussing her JD. Boss No 2 was looking for a way to off-load some of the operation people's burden. She bluntly refused to do ERMS postings, saying that the analysis job is getting larger and larger. I broke down, big time, after the meeting eventhough managed to put a smile through out the meeting.
Dear hubby went and got the GL from dispensary. I took half day off pm and went to pick AZ up to see Dr Ali Azman. The ever handsome Dr Sanjay Woodhull is apparently on study leave. AZ was happy playing at the mini playground at Floor 6 and behaved nicely went we into Dr. Ali's room. Dr Ali checked his tummy and with a ta-da declared that it was the tummy problem that caused the temperature to be up and down. Was given another antibiotic and also colimix.
Thursday:
Sobrock and INI chose to comfort me on yesterday's meeting when we were on the way to Kapar. Then, K Endon frantically called me at around 10:00 saying that there small red spots started appearing on his face. Both Hubby and me rushed home and brought him again to Dr. Ali. As soon as he saw me, he started putting up his weird act, screaming like he is in great agony. He refused to be carried, then when I put him down, he tossed around on the carpet, begging me to pick him up. He drew attention and people started asking, "Kenapa dia kak?". Hey if I know, wouldn't I have been resolving the roots and you don't have to see him crying? His cried his tears out that could be more than his accumulated tears since he was born. Patience was really getting thin. Dr. Ali said it was just normal for baby to getting that smallred spots when the body is coming down from a very high temperature. I bought that.
Journey back home was one long one, he kicked and screamed continuously in the car. I suggested to dear hubby to send him back to the baby sitter, for I have a tender to be evaluated. Dear hubby volunteered to look after the baby but I knew, it doesn't work that way. I mean, what kind of mother will I be concentrating on the tender evaluation paper while dear hubby wrestles with the crying and screaming baby?? I abide husband's words anyway, surrendering the fact that I have to spend the Friday morning executing the paper within one short hour! Sigh! That's me, when I failed to make the husband see things the way I see, I'll surrender and will figure out in my own brilliant way on how to deal with the mess later. You look at us and you think I am the one who's in control of the marriage? Nay, he's the hard-head one!
We tried putting him to sleep at around 5:00 something. He occasionally woke up and screamed, until he got up at 7:00, screaming still and Daddy bathed him up. Daddy recited Kursi verses many times (and he did that , too, in the bath! haha) I then has had my time and was deciding to recite Yassin after completing my Maghrib solat until the phone rang. It was K Endon asking how AZ was, guess she was so worried hearing him scream like never before when we called her from SJMC. She suggested that we sent him back to her for at least two hours, saying that he might be throwing tantrums for the eyes of Mommy's. I happily dressed up and to K Endon's we went. He started making happy noises in the car on the way to her house and by the time he saw her, he tried to climb out of Mommy's arm happily.
Dear hubby and me then went out for dinner, went back home for a long shower, gave Apak a call and then we picked him up. He looked very very much settled, happier and made lots of funny acts infront of the girls! I clutched my teeth, sighing, glad though that he is fine. We swooped him and drove home, when he again, playing happily with Arris. Hmm. Azam Zikry hai Azam Zikry... why were you making Mommy so miserable and sad? Did you know that at times (when you screamed frantically) I feel like I am a bad mother for not knowing how to calm you down, sayang? Jangan buat macam ni lagi tau, risau Mommy!!
By the time he was asleep, I was too tired to do my paper.
Friday:
He woke up with spots getting all over the body but he slept the night thru and I couldn't feel more than glad. We sent him, and he waved with a smile. That just made my day! I spent the first two hours at work working on the paper and running around for figures like a mad woman, but that smile of his really made me go thru the day. At around 9:30, the paper was ready and submitted to MD, Boss No 1 to be signed and approved. I then chased another two Senior Managers to sign. Glad that the paper was a done deal, AZ is back to normal, and the sun, I realized, was bright again.
Thought of rewarding myself, then followed the girls to MidValley where I got myself a dress!
Sunday.
After the MPH tour, AZ face was turning red and I placed my hand on his forehead. Slightly warm. It gets warmer starting from 7:00 pm something. At night, he woke up crying. We sponged him, fed him Paracetamol which he gulped without much resistance. Good boy!
Monday:
His temperature coming up and down. We came back, after mommy concluding the meeting with problematic Supplier-Wanna-Bee-who-has-walloped-the org-money and took him straight to Clinic, seeing Dr. Rahman who has obviously been working out at the gym! (I mean, from skinny to built, it must be the gym!)
Mind was distrurbed when Head of Unit called to set a meeting on Monday to discuss MizAnoi's Job Description.
AZ slept half awakely thru the night. The antibiotic and paracetamol were not working, obviously. We then use that Rectal Paracetamol. Negative, too. The fever was still high.
Tuesday:
Sent him over to K Endon's with very heavy heart. It was very hot, K Endon's said, at around 12:00 noon and she sponged him with AloeVera mix.Picked him up late evening with the same temperature. We then brought him to the clinic and was given a referal letter. Night was still spent sponging him.
Wednesday:
Had a very heaty meeting with Boss No 2 and Boss no 3 together with MizAnoi discussing her JD. Boss No 2 was looking for a way to off-load some of the operation people's burden. She bluntly refused to do ERMS postings, saying that the analysis job is getting larger and larger. I broke down, big time, after the meeting eventhough managed to put a smile through out the meeting.
Dear hubby went and got the GL from dispensary. I took half day off pm and went to pick AZ up to see Dr Ali Azman. The ever handsome Dr Sanjay Woodhull is apparently on study leave. AZ was happy playing at the mini playground at Floor 6 and behaved nicely went we into Dr. Ali's room. Dr Ali checked his tummy and with a ta-da declared that it was the tummy problem that caused the temperature to be up and down. Was given another antibiotic and also colimix.
Thursday:
Sobrock and INI chose to comfort me on yesterday's meeting when we were on the way to Kapar. Then, K Endon frantically called me at around 10:00 saying that there small red spots started appearing on his face. Both Hubby and me rushed home and brought him again to Dr. Ali. As soon as he saw me, he started putting up his weird act, screaming like he is in great agony. He refused to be carried, then when I put him down, he tossed around on the carpet, begging me to pick him up. He drew attention and people started asking, "Kenapa dia kak?". Hey if I know, wouldn't I have been resolving the roots and you don't have to see him crying? His cried his tears out that could be more than his accumulated tears since he was born. Patience was really getting thin. Dr. Ali said it was just normal for baby to getting that smallred spots when the body is coming down from a very high temperature. I bought that.
Journey back home was one long one, he kicked and screamed continuously in the car. I suggested to dear hubby to send him back to the baby sitter, for I have a tender to be evaluated. Dear hubby volunteered to look after the baby but I knew, it doesn't work that way. I mean, what kind of mother will I be concentrating on the tender evaluation paper while dear hubby wrestles with the crying and screaming baby?? I abide husband's words anyway, surrendering the fact that I have to spend the Friday morning executing the paper within one short hour! Sigh! That's me, when I failed to make the husband see things the way I see, I'll surrender and will figure out in my own brilliant way on how to deal with the mess later. You look at us and you think I am the one who's in control of the marriage? Nay, he's the hard-head one!
We tried putting him to sleep at around 5:00 something. He occasionally woke up and screamed, until he got up at 7:00, screaming still and Daddy bathed him up. Daddy recited Kursi verses many times (and he did that , too, in the bath! haha) I then has had my time and was deciding to recite Yassin after completing my Maghrib solat until the phone rang. It was K Endon asking how AZ was, guess she was so worried hearing him scream like never before when we called her from SJMC. She suggested that we sent him back to her for at least two hours, saying that he might be throwing tantrums for the eyes of Mommy's. I happily dressed up and to K Endon's we went. He started making happy noises in the car on the way to her house and by the time he saw her, he tried to climb out of Mommy's arm happily.
Dear hubby and me then went out for dinner, went back home for a long shower, gave Apak a call and then we picked him up. He looked very very much settled, happier and made lots of funny acts infront of the girls! I clutched my teeth, sighing, glad though that he is fine. We swooped him and drove home, when he again, playing happily with Arris. Hmm. Azam Zikry hai Azam Zikry... why were you making Mommy so miserable and sad? Did you know that at times (when you screamed frantically) I feel like I am a bad mother for not knowing how to calm you down, sayang? Jangan buat macam ni lagi tau, risau Mommy!!
By the time he was asleep, I was too tired to do my paper.
Friday:
He woke up with spots getting all over the body but he slept the night thru and I couldn't feel more than glad. We sent him, and he waved with a smile. That just made my day! I spent the first two hours at work working on the paper and running around for figures like a mad woman, but that smile of his really made me go thru the day. At around 9:30, the paper was ready and submitted to MD, Boss No 1 to be signed and approved. I then chased another two Senior Managers to sign. Glad that the paper was a done deal, AZ is back to normal, and the sun, I realized, was bright again.
Thought of rewarding myself, then followed the girls to MidValley where I got myself a dress!
Friday, December 09, 2005
The Trip
24th Thursday
We took off early morning, met his parents for breakfast at Rawang where they served SUPER-DELICIOUS tosei. I had two, the chatney was nice. We went on further up north and stopped at Bukit Gantang for lunch. Little AZ was having his 2-hour-afternoon-nap when we stopped by. So Daddy went and ate first with the rest of the gang while Mommy stayed in the car reading book. Then we swapped.
Stopped at Taiping to visit Tok Su's. Then continued the journey to Parit Buntar. Arrived Tuk's place before Maghrib and bathed AZ. Was happy to see Tuk. Mama cook dinner and we had family meal at 8:00 something, with me scratching the legs bitten by mosquitoes.
(wow writing it now seems so simple, I had mental notes to blog on how much did I fight for a peaceful journey with AZ moving around the car like a lion trapped in a small cage!)
25th Friday
Morning:
We were up late and Mama chased us into the cars without visiting the nearby Mak Ngah and Mak Teh. It's her in laws by the way, I couldn't bother. Was reserving this one nice piece of shirt for AZ to wear for the visit, carefully took it off in the car.
We took the ferry which routes to were confusing (too much of construction) and berbelit belit. AZ chose no other time to poo-poo but when the car is nicely parked in the Ferry. Daddy took him to bath (and said something about his poo-poo flying around in the loo!) with Mommy waiting outside enjoying the sea breeze. Arrived Penang Island and Papa took us to Penang Road straight away. AZ chose to sleep when we were about to arrive Penang Road. We found parking space, Daddy paid the tickets and both of us bonked with our books (Daddy in his PDA). He had full two hours nap when Mommy's book started getting boring. Mommy poked his face and lifted him into the stroller to join the rest in the so-called-best-ever Nasi Kandar. I feel that it tastes better in KL. AZ screamed and woke up when we were having lunch.
Noon:
The boys went for Solat Jumaat and Mama and I pushed the stroller to Chowrasta Market to buy some jeruk. When the boys are done, they hit the Yin&Yang boutique which I think is very pricey. They spent nearly RM400, by the way. We went to Batu Feringhi then to check in at Casuarina Hotel. A very run-down place but I chose not to say much. It was Mama that did the booking, how would she feel when the whole vacation was spent listening to us complaining? Told that to dear Husband who gleefully feel glad that his wife is a superb one.
Took AZ right away to the beach which the wave has somehow frightened him. We then took him to kiddie pool instead which he hesitated to love. We first splashed the water around and when the cold water hits his first, he gave us his first grin-to-ear smile. Then the little palms can't just stop splashing the water. He pretended jumping into the water (into Daddy's arm, as a matter of fact) and laughed all the way. I handed him over to Mama to take a dip at the 9ft deep pool. Had a few laps but was too tired then.
Night:
We went to Esplanade which has been moved temporarily. Few dishes were on the tables: laksa, kuey-teow, sotong bakar, sotong kangkung, prawn mee, rojak buah, ice kacang, fried oyster (what?). Was half full when I saw people selling Pork Intestines Satay and my tummy decided to feel weird. Came back to the hotel with AZ asleep, changed him and fed him and dozing he went again. Mama came to our room to look after him sleeping and we went out to Batu Feringhi night stalls.
Dear hubby found a Man-Utd jersey with a matching kiddie size. Swooped those. I found white flair beach pants and nice t-shirt (with the smallest imitation logo I could find). Swopped those too. Dear hubby splurged one some DVDs. Then back to the hotel.
26th Saturday
Woke up and Dear Hubby reminded on how the night went without him getting laid. I screamed, "Then why, do you think, I asked you to move the baby to sleep on the floor last night?". Felt like I won! We however teased each other all the way to breakfast and to the beach.
AZ was still frightened by the wave. Funny to see how the he walked on the sandy beach. He moved one foott up while the foot was loosely on the ground.We first get him seated on the sand, which he refused and firmly sat on Daddy's lap. Then we taught him how to play with the sand with the new sand-set Mommy swooped at the night stall. When he finally was happy with the sand, Daddy moved him out from the lap and he couldn't be bothered. We hid all his toes inside the sand and he grinned. We built simple castle, he swooshed them down and he grinned, wider. Daddy then took him for a quick dip in the pool. We went up, Mommy bathed him up cleaning all the sands in between his legs, dressed him in new clothes and prepared a bowl of cereal. Mommy then passed AZ to Tuk next door to be fed. We quickly went inside the bathroom to have a quickie but then, deciding that the floor was too cold, had it in bed after locking the connecting door. Who need foreplay when the whole weekend was already been filled with teasing? It was fast but rather explosive and satisfying!! Mommy's went thumb up with the other palm on her mouth!! (the deaf way of saying OhMiGod!)
Noon:
Checked out and found out that the car battery was dead. We jump started the poor fellow and looked for a mechanic. Slept in the car while the mechanic fixed the battery. AZ was outside, playing with Tuk Wan and the uncles. When the car was finally ready, we drove again to Penang Road where AZ chose to sleep, again! We paid the parking ticket, read our books (oh God, Mommy's was a boring one!) when he finally woke up. Was a bit grumpy, wanting to be in Mommy's arm all the while Mommy's having murtabak until Tuk came and carried him away.
We hit the road after that, planning to take the bridge but never could find the road out from Georgetown. Since the Jetty was nearby, we again took the Ferry which AZ enjoyed walking in between the bikes.
Late Evening.
Arrived at Tuk's after stopping by at Pak Din's house at Bukit Mertajam.
Sunday:
Heading home. Met Apak,Mak and Alang (who had just coming back from sending Yan to Uniten) at the Restoran Jejantas of Sungai Buluh R&R. Bought them a Smartag and topped their Touch'n'Go of RM100. Least that I could do!
We took off early morning, met his parents for breakfast at Rawang where they served SUPER-DELICIOUS tosei. I had two, the chatney was nice. We went on further up north and stopped at Bukit Gantang for lunch. Little AZ was having his 2-hour-afternoon-nap when we stopped by. So Daddy went and ate first with the rest of the gang while Mommy stayed in the car reading book. Then we swapped.
Stopped at Taiping to visit Tok Su's. Then continued the journey to Parit Buntar. Arrived Tuk's place before Maghrib and bathed AZ. Was happy to see Tuk. Mama cook dinner and we had family meal at 8:00 something, with me scratching the legs bitten by mosquitoes.
(wow writing it now seems so simple, I had mental notes to blog on how much did I fight for a peaceful journey with AZ moving around the car like a lion trapped in a small cage!)
25th Friday
Morning:
We were up late and Mama chased us into the cars without visiting the nearby Mak Ngah and Mak Teh. It's her in laws by the way, I couldn't bother. Was reserving this one nice piece of shirt for AZ to wear for the visit, carefully took it off in the car.
We took the ferry which routes to were confusing (too much of construction) and berbelit belit. AZ chose no other time to poo-poo but when the car is nicely parked in the Ferry. Daddy took him to bath (and said something about his poo-poo flying around in the loo!) with Mommy waiting outside enjoying the sea breeze. Arrived Penang Island and Papa took us to Penang Road straight away. AZ chose to sleep when we were about to arrive Penang Road. We found parking space, Daddy paid the tickets and both of us bonked with our books (Daddy in his PDA). He had full two hours nap when Mommy's book started getting boring. Mommy poked his face and lifted him into the stroller to join the rest in the so-called-best-ever Nasi Kandar. I feel that it tastes better in KL. AZ screamed and woke up when we were having lunch.
Noon:
The boys went for Solat Jumaat and Mama and I pushed the stroller to Chowrasta Market to buy some jeruk. When the boys are done, they hit the Yin&Yang boutique which I think is very pricey. They spent nearly RM400, by the way. We went to Batu Feringhi then to check in at Casuarina Hotel. A very run-down place but I chose not to say much. It was Mama that did the booking, how would she feel when the whole vacation was spent listening to us complaining? Told that to dear Husband who gleefully feel glad that his wife is a superb one.
Took AZ right away to the beach which the wave has somehow frightened him. We then took him to kiddie pool instead which he hesitated to love. We first splashed the water around and when the cold water hits his first, he gave us his first grin-to-ear smile. Then the little palms can't just stop splashing the water. He pretended jumping into the water (into Daddy's arm, as a matter of fact) and laughed all the way. I handed him over to Mama to take a dip at the 9ft deep pool. Had a few laps but was too tired then.
Night:
We went to Esplanade which has been moved temporarily. Few dishes were on the tables: laksa, kuey-teow, sotong bakar, sotong kangkung, prawn mee, rojak buah, ice kacang, fried oyster (what?). Was half full when I saw people selling Pork Intestines Satay and my tummy decided to feel weird. Came back to the hotel with AZ asleep, changed him and fed him and dozing he went again. Mama came to our room to look after him sleeping and we went out to Batu Feringhi night stalls.
Dear hubby found a Man-Utd jersey with a matching kiddie size. Swooped those. I found white flair beach pants and nice t-shirt (with the smallest imitation logo I could find). Swopped those too. Dear hubby splurged one some DVDs. Then back to the hotel.
26th Saturday
Woke up and Dear Hubby reminded on how the night went without him getting laid. I screamed, "Then why, do you think, I asked you to move the baby to sleep on the floor last night?". Felt like I won! We however teased each other all the way to breakfast and to the beach.
AZ was still frightened by the wave. Funny to see how the he walked on the sandy beach. He moved one foott up while the foot was loosely on the ground.We first get him seated on the sand, which he refused and firmly sat on Daddy's lap. Then we taught him how to play with the sand with the new sand-set Mommy swooped at the night stall. When he finally was happy with the sand, Daddy moved him out from the lap and he couldn't be bothered. We hid all his toes inside the sand and he grinned. We built simple castle, he swooshed them down and he grinned, wider. Daddy then took him for a quick dip in the pool. We went up, Mommy bathed him up cleaning all the sands in between his legs, dressed him in new clothes and prepared a bowl of cereal. Mommy then passed AZ to Tuk next door to be fed. We quickly went inside the bathroom to have a quickie but then, deciding that the floor was too cold, had it in bed after locking the connecting door. Who need foreplay when the whole weekend was already been filled with teasing? It was fast but rather explosive and satisfying!! Mommy's went thumb up with the other palm on her mouth!! (the deaf way of saying OhMiGod!)
Noon:
Checked out and found out that the car battery was dead. We jump started the poor fellow and looked for a mechanic. Slept in the car while the mechanic fixed the battery. AZ was outside, playing with Tuk Wan and the uncles. When the car was finally ready, we drove again to Penang Road where AZ chose to sleep, again! We paid the parking ticket, read our books (oh God, Mommy's was a boring one!) when he finally woke up. Was a bit grumpy, wanting to be in Mommy's arm all the while Mommy's having murtabak until Tuk came and carried him away.
We hit the road after that, planning to take the bridge but never could find the road out from Georgetown. Since the Jetty was nearby, we again took the Ferry which AZ enjoyed walking in between the bikes.
Late Evening.
Arrived at Tuk's after stopping by at Pak Din's house at Bukit Mertajam.
Sunday:
Heading home. Met Apak,Mak and Alang (who had just coming back from sending Yan to Uniten) at the Restoran Jejantas of Sungai Buluh R&R. Bought them a Smartag and topped their Touch'n'Go of RM100. Least that I could do!
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Back to Normal, the Rich Kinda Normal
The rain has piled up the laundry post-Penang-trip with the current ones. I spent the whole day yesterday (while watching HBO) re-heating the clothes outside and did another round today. The final pile is currently infront of me when I decided to blog, feeling that the life is back to normal! Fooh!
Yes, it has not been that normal. Have not been cooking proper food since the Penang-trip. Eating out at good places,tho, but missing husband's great tomyam, hot-and-lembek home cooked rice.
AZ is upstairs, sleeping. I sensed fever since we parked the car at the Basement2 of MidValley at 10:45 this morning. (If you think we were that early, you should hear my Perfect Hubby screamed seeing I was still bare at 10:00!). He didn't eat much this weekend.
But running he was in between the books rack at MPH. God, he loves it! He ran thru Romance then took me running too to Business Reading then through the Teen Reading. Then after Daddy went to see some friends playing Magic at MVEC, we settled down near the Toddler's reading and he arranged and re-arranged board books while Mommy picked up the best for him. He picked the little chunkies, placed them in the stroller and at the count of 6th book or so, he picked them up again from the stroller to another section of the racks. Sleek! We then went to the Toddler's where they have some Malay board books, and now, he picked the books and arranged them on top of each other in the middle of the aisle. We didn't get to buy anything though since Mommy felt that he needed change and some milk.
We strolled to the Jusco (where else, dude?) and Mommy was so relieved since it was at the same floor with MPH's (yup, mommy still had that seriously sick feeling getting the stroller down thru the escalator!). Freshly changed and contentedly full, AZ dozed off in his stroller in between the MNG and M.A.C, when Daddy called for Lunch. We decided to go to ever-full-during-lunch Food Court. We were eyeing for table when we spotted two long tables where people are eating and almost finishing. Hated doing so but hey, I gotta take the seats too, people. Perfect Hubby was standing across the walkingpath and I was at the other side. My side was almost finishing when suddenly, a Malay family obnoxiously came and got themselves seated! Cool eh, seeing the whole family taking up the whole long table without even sparing two spaces for me and hubby. I just felt like buying a bowl of hot soup and walked pass them, spilling the soup (which of course I have sprinkled cut cili padi) on top of each one of the heads!!!
We found seat, however, and with AZ still sleeping, Daddy went to buy Nasi for him and YongTowFoo for Mommy. After that, when AZ was finally awake, we brought him to see the Iguanas at the Pets' Store and the final journey was to the MPH. We bought Board books for AZ:
ABC Huruf Besar
Numbers
Nursery Rhymes
(and all those three are as big as your palm)
and one big Leo's Safari with glittering colors
Mommy, then feeling rich, swooped herself
the devil wears prada by Lauren Weisberger
tales from the arabian nights (yes, classics are the cheapest across the store)
and one
SHIFT Inside Nissan's Historic Revival
All those books made me feel rich!!
End of the journal for today.
Brother Arris has finished his finals and currently opted to stay with us for his practical. I was folding his shirt when I found one with black stains at the front side. He told me about the little accident he had, showing me the scratches on his knees but looking at the black stains, I suddenly feel the sharp pain in tummy. Can't help but being a protective big sister, can I?
Yes, it has not been that normal. Have not been cooking proper food since the Penang-trip. Eating out at good places,tho, but missing husband's great tomyam, hot-and-lembek home cooked rice.
AZ is upstairs, sleeping. I sensed fever since we parked the car at the Basement2 of MidValley at 10:45 this morning. (If you think we were that early, you should hear my Perfect Hubby screamed seeing I was still bare at 10:00!). He didn't eat much this weekend.
But running he was in between the books rack at MPH. God, he loves it! He ran thru Romance then took me running too to Business Reading then through the Teen Reading. Then after Daddy went to see some friends playing Magic at MVEC, we settled down near the Toddler's reading and he arranged and re-arranged board books while Mommy picked up the best for him. He picked the little chunkies, placed them in the stroller and at the count of 6th book or so, he picked them up again from the stroller to another section of the racks. Sleek! We then went to the Toddler's where they have some Malay board books, and now, he picked the books and arranged them on top of each other in the middle of the aisle. We didn't get to buy anything though since Mommy felt that he needed change and some milk.
We strolled to the Jusco (where else, dude?) and Mommy was so relieved since it was at the same floor with MPH's (yup, mommy still had that seriously sick feeling getting the stroller down thru the escalator!). Freshly changed and contentedly full, AZ dozed off in his stroller in between the MNG and M.A.C, when Daddy called for Lunch. We decided to go to ever-full-during-lunch Food Court. We were eyeing for table when we spotted two long tables where people are eating and almost finishing. Hated doing so but hey, I gotta take the seats too, people. Perfect Hubby was standing across the walkingpath and I was at the other side. My side was almost finishing when suddenly, a Malay family obnoxiously came and got themselves seated! Cool eh, seeing the whole family taking up the whole long table without even sparing two spaces for me and hubby. I just felt like buying a bowl of hot soup and walked pass them, spilling the soup (which of course I have sprinkled cut cili padi) on top of each one of the heads!!!
We found seat, however, and with AZ still sleeping, Daddy went to buy Nasi for him and YongTowFoo for Mommy. After that, when AZ was finally awake, we brought him to see the Iguanas at the Pets' Store and the final journey was to the MPH. We bought Board books for AZ:
ABC Huruf Besar
Numbers
Nursery Rhymes
(and all those three are as big as your palm)
and one big Leo's Safari with glittering colors
Mommy, then feeling rich, swooped herself
the devil wears prada by Lauren Weisberger
tales from the arabian nights (yes, classics are the cheapest across the store)
and one
SHIFT Inside Nissan's Historic Revival
All those books made me feel rich!!
End of the journal for today.
Brother Arris has finished his finals and currently opted to stay with us for his practical. I was folding his shirt when I found one with black stains at the front side. He told me about the little accident he had, showing me the scratches on his knees but looking at the black stains, I suddenly feel the sharp pain in tummy. Can't help but being a protective big sister, can I?
Friday, December 02, 2005
walk the talk
If you are a motivational speaker , hear me out loud, please
If you are a trainer in training to become another movitational
speaker, heat me out loud, too, please.
If you ever ever think of being a motivational speaker, then think, think, think!
You see, many people are born with the gifts of the gab. Cakap banyak,organized, funny, can convince people to do stuffs, and they decided, hey.. why don't I be someone who can can motivate people. Fair enough, you may change the world with your gift. You conducts several sessions, and people always walk out from the seminar room of yours feeling like at the top of the world. You, too, feeling high, talk loftily on how many lives have you touched, have you changed. You then come back and
touch the others' lives too.
But make sure you talk and then you walk your talk.This is not one job where you can leave the uniform when you have reached home.
Don't get me wrong, I am so into these sort of CHANGES. Gung-Ho is my favorite (or shall I say, 'was'). Am trying each nights on how to intelligently use 'Whale-Done' on my 1 year old. 'SOURCING POSITIVE ENERGIES' are my main key search at Mr Google. R Covey's are my favorite books, so does 'HOW TO WIN FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE PEOPLE'.
There are teachers in this new era of teaching/belief/management skills/ whatever you wanna call them. True enough, when I remember the teaching, the faces of the teachers come across much often. And these faces, by God, these faces better not fail me.
One has. She does exactly 180 degrees from the teaching. I just couldn't find words to describe how it breaks my heart, the person who influence the top management on the teaching of XXX is the one who does exactly the opposite. You see, how positive she was has made her being promoted and she leads now an unit full of passionate and talented people. They are smart, they are committed to the work, and they LOVE what they do.
These are the people that she fails to lead to a greater height.
People are now being suspicious to each other. They don't work as a team any more. No sense of belonging, no pride in working. Like one writes, it is just a plain work.
She, has successfully backfired herself.
I know that she is just a plain human. Turning evil is not her fault, she may said. But responsibility shall remain. You must talk responsibly or choose not to talk at all. For it is one uniform you can't take off.
If you are a trainer in training to become another movitational
speaker, heat me out loud, too, please.
If you ever ever think of being a motivational speaker, then think, think, think!
You see, many people are born with the gifts of the gab. Cakap banyak,organized, funny, can convince people to do stuffs, and they decided, hey.. why don't I be someone who can can motivate people. Fair enough, you may change the world with your gift. You conducts several sessions, and people always walk out from the seminar room of yours feeling like at the top of the world. You, too, feeling high, talk loftily on how many lives have you touched, have you changed. You then come back and
touch the others' lives too.
But make sure you talk and then you walk your talk.This is not one job where you can leave the uniform when you have reached home.
Don't get me wrong, I am so into these sort of CHANGES. Gung-Ho is my favorite (or shall I say, 'was'). Am trying each nights on how to intelligently use 'Whale-Done' on my 1 year old. 'SOURCING POSITIVE ENERGIES' are my main key search at Mr Google. R Covey's are my favorite books, so does 'HOW TO WIN FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE PEOPLE'.
There are teachers in this new era of teaching/belief/management skills/ whatever you wanna call them. True enough, when I remember the teaching, the faces of the teachers come across much often. And these faces, by God, these faces better not fail me.
One has. She does exactly 180 degrees from the teaching. I just couldn't find words to describe how it breaks my heart, the person who influence the top management on the teaching of XXX is the one who does exactly the opposite. You see, how positive she was has made her being promoted and she leads now an unit full of passionate and talented people. They are smart, they are committed to the work, and they LOVE what they do.
These are the people that she fails to lead to a greater height.
People are now being suspicious to each other. They don't work as a team any more. No sense of belonging, no pride in working. Like one writes, it is just a plain work.
She, has successfully backfired herself.
I know that she is just a plain human. Turning evil is not her fault, she may said. But responsibility shall remain. You must talk responsibly or choose not to talk at all. For it is one uniform you can't take off.
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