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Lampe Berger

In the attempt of getting calm and composed, I have been sold a Lampe Berger and two bottles of its fragrances.

It's actuall an aromatheraphy thing, at very high end. One thing or things I like is

1. you no need to mix the oil with water

2. you no need to change the candle.

3. the oil won't spill because it's in container.

4. it smells bloody good!

I lit it up for about 20 minutes and the whole house smell. No kiddin!

So I've been trying to strike conversation(s) with The Man on how much does it cost, actually. However, the time never comes. And I don't blame myself for not telling him the real cost. Well, not telling doesn't mean I'm LYING. Plus, I got him his favorite, Citronelle, which smells more like buah limau busuk. I return it today and get myself a full bottle of Euclyptus, which is good for the sinus. Plus plus, the Man is caught with terrible flue every morning and didnt' that make me a good wife of trying to alleviate his pain? *kipas bontotku*

*phuuuwarghh*

*smirky face, I have*

The Verdict

So, the verdict of the 'wrongdoings' for the two bosses is out and the verdict is none other than guilty.

F**k!

They said the 'judges' read through their report, words by words and it sound just like the words coming from the Turkey Attorney. (Turkey as in the flabby old haggard chicken).

F**k!

I cried and cursed tremendously. If the judges made their judgement based on their own findings, I forgive them. BUT if they were ever under even a slightest instruction, I will not forgive them. I pray hard that they will be where the bosses be, and their children's will be experiencing the same, and their children's children.

The whole gang froze when they heard me curse. Some even tried to say, the bad things happen to this generation might be caused by the older generations. WTF!!

I think they froze because I didn't sound like me. I sound more like an old spinster stuck in a house full of cats who eats nothing but fresh fishes and the whole house smells that made nobody come to screw her.

So give me a few days to forgive. Or to become me again, the ever charming and demure Clipperseep who smiles a lot and has a heart as strong as steel.

What's Happening

I am bloody sleepy.
Am tuning up a Tender Document, and after two hours, I could just take my eyes out and let them swim in a cup of Nescaffe.

Today I am wearing a beautiful baju kurung, silk bought at Kota Baru.
I put my eye make up on. Think I look good in ash color.

Do you guys like kopi kampung? My favorite is Kopi Che' Nah. But couldn't find any either at Carrefour, Giant, or normal kedai ubat or runcit near Sunway. Hidayah went back kampung the other day and I ordered two from Mak.

The favorite series in TV now is definitely Grey's Anatomy. It is aired on Tuesday 8:30 on NTV7 and the late two or three episode is aired on Starworld70 on Wednesday 9:00. But still think I am not getting enough dose of Grey's. But I just have to write this, the Mark Sloane (sloch or however it is spelt) is actually so HOT and GORGEOUS and STEAMY! Steamier when he confess that he loves Allison, that all before are not just a big bang hot steamy sex. No wonder Shepherd's wife committed adultery. He is like a combination of Leonardo DiCaprio (a matured one) and Brad Pitt. What more can a girl ask for? *Sigh* Who he is anyway? I haven't got time to google him but anyone of you do, please tell me.

Desperate Housewife is getting boring with more and more mystery coming out which will then end up with 'la ini ke yang kau sebuk sebuk kononnya great big mystery'.

One Tree Hill apparently ended up. I didn't get to watch the finale. *sob*

And the irritating House is ending. Thank God! Don't understand why was the Man and Gartblue were so into it.

I was also fed with daily auditions of American Idol which is getting more and more inhuman.

Other than TV, weekdays life is all just that. We left home before sunrise, and reached home around 8:00. Five days in a row dinner shall either be at Mamak, one of the Malay Restaurant and I try to limit once-a-week Fastfood. Therefore I have vowed to cook for the whole weekends. Which I had.

Cerita Kacang

This is the Great Kiddo’s favorite bed-time story.
Is all about getting him, and the parents aware of the fact that he is G6PD.
Plus, getting him aware of the purpose of kacang and their inspirations, to be consumed and become taik.


THERE IS A PACKET OF KACANG INSIDE THE SHOP.
THEY ARE KACANG PARANG, KACANG TANAH, KACANG HIJAU, KACANG BOTAK (ETC)
ONE DAY AZAM ZIKRY WALKED IN AND BOUGHT THE PACKET OF KACANG.
ALL KACANG WERE HAPPY BECAUSE SOMEBODY WILL FINALLY EAT THEM.
WHEN SUDDENLY KACANG PARANG REMEMBERS THAT HE IS DANGEROUS TO AZAM ZIKRY.
SO HE SHOUTS. AZAM ZIKRY DON'T EAT ME.
BUT HE IS SO TINY, AZAM ZIKRY CAN'T HEAR HIM.
SO HE ASKED THE OTHER KACANG TO SHOUT TOGETHER.
BUT OTHER KACANG SAID, IF YOU TELL AZAM ZIKRY, YOU WON'T BE EATEN AND LEFT ALONE HERE.
KACANG PARANG SAID, NEVER MIND AS LONG AS AZAM ZIKRY IS SAFE.
SO THEY SHOUT TOGETHER, 'AZAM ZIKRY DON'T EAT KACANG PARANG, HE IS DANGEROUS BECAUSE YOU ARE A G6PD BOY'.
AZAM ZIKRY HEARD AND SAID, THANK YOU.
SO AZAM ZIKRY EAT THE KACANG TANAH, KACANG HIJAU, BLA BLA.
KACANG PARANG IS LEFT ON THE TABLE, FEELING HAPPY.
SUDDENLY DADDY CAME IN AND SAID, HEY BOY MAY I EAT THE LEFT OVER KACANG PARANG?
SURE DADDY, KACANG PARANG IS DANGEROUS TO ME AS WELL AS NILA, SALICYLIC ACID AND UBAT GEGAT.
SO DADDY EAT THE KACANG PARANG AND FINALLY KACANG PARANG IS HAPPY BECAUSE HE'LL BE SHIT AS THE OTHER FRIENDS.
THE END.

A Son's Blessing

The son was taking picture of his father during the nikah, his father remarry after the mom passed away.

I wanted to focus to the dad and the son and blur out everything else. But this is the best I got.

The Day I Finally Took Out My IUCD

So I have been deferring it for few months. First, I didn’t think I was ready to love another baby as much as the Great Kiddo. Then, with moving house, I didn’t think I want to be pregnant while rearranging potted plants and heavy albums. But most importantly, I still remember the pain I had when they jacked the IUCD up to my uterus and I had cramps all night long which prolonged to the day after. That was why I skipped the first year check up.

Today, however, I decided that I have to embrace the fear. Dr Delaila went for Hajj so her clinic was closed. I decided this morning that today might be the day, plus I am on my fifth day of period so, rang up SJMC during breakfast and made appointment with Dr Christina instead. Finished up my Monthly Report and asked Kamarul to send me to the hospital at 10:45. Waited with fear of pain until 1:10, prayed so hard that the pain will be that muc, then everything happened so fast afterwards. Without I even know it, the equipment was out and I was a free woman!

I did embrace my fear.

1 Goal down. What they say is true, once you tackle one goal down, the world seems like yours and the sky is the only limit you see.

Respect

How many times in a day that you sit down and think through of ways to make other people RESPECT your boss more?
I have that thought everytime I prepare a letter for him to sign.
I bolded his name, sometimes capitalized the whole thing, just to give the impressions to the receiver that he is still here, he is still worth to the company and he is a man who earns the respect.

New Yeah!

New Year passed me by.

Time has really passed me by, leaving me hunting them like ghost. In between moving house, wedding anniversary, Raya Haji, Hamdan leaving for Perth, and kenduri doa selamat time really flew through my whole body cells.

I am still adjusting to the long distance traveling and the early morning wakey session. The Kiddo enjoys the morning traveling, it seems. He opens up his eyes every time we carried him down and starts pointing to cars and lights and towers. Ugghh.. imagine that in the weekends.

The Man and I had a great anniversary celebration. We managed to send the Kiddo away and skipped to the nearest hotel for a dinner for two at Equtorial Hotel, Bangi who served us smashed glass (which they claim plastic) in the mashed potatoes. I got him a Tag Heuer and he got me a nice bracelet with white, red and yellow gold from GoldHeart. He also bought a pair of matching towel for both me and him. I think that’s sweet.

So the New Year really passed me.

People, in and off air were talking about Azam (Resolutions) for the New Year and I jokingly said that I have a great one (the Kiddo’s First name is Azam). As a matter of fact, I try so hard to find some quite time to think about it. I always take some time off for myself to first reflect on the achievement of last year and what more can I improve for the next year. Surprisingly, the time wasn’t on my side this year.

So I’ll do another way round.

Let’s first list on what have I achieved and not last year.

I managed to move house! That is a tough job, man, with the Man trying to possibly bring all things together and keep re-assessing the garbage I’ve thrown.
I managed to, shall I say, successfully guided the three new execs in the Operation Room. They are all fast learners and I am very proud of them. What I didn’t manage is to get the Manager’s tasks rolled down to them. Will tackle that this year.
I didn’t manage to lose weight. I did lose some and gain back.
I patched up with previously-known-as-Miz-Anoi. The whole office seems more bright and positive. It didn’t mean we are close as buddies, but we are okay, working together. I started to see her contribution to the team.
I got through the hard times of facing the Financial Year Audit. I stood by the Finance, however painful they are.
Three large debtors settled their outstanding which has accumulated since 2000. Two more are being chased. Will tackle that this year.
My hair is finally tamed eventhough I missed the curls. It is a lot more softer and easier to handle. My face, however, is getting over-reacting to sun, UV as well as soap. Will get the face treated this year.
This is the roughest year so far with The Man. He had just been promoted and has been super busy. I had sometimes felt neglected and ignored. We had some rows. There were few occasions where he went out-station and I didn’t even try to budge or say no. Didn’t miss him when he was away. But we did sit down and talk about it. I’ve learnt that it takes effort to keep the love burning and it takes a lot more effort to rekindle. I’ve also learnt that if I go for a few days without saying I love yous or hugging him, the next time I wanted to do or say something romantics, it’d feel weirdly odd and funny.



Then what I want:

I want more time in a day. I want to spend time blogging in the mornings, meditation at nights. I want to spend time putting Kiddo to sleep and get back to my own work, reading books or listening to great music.
I want to perform solah with the feelings of really close to Him. Some says, manis beribadah. You know, like when we fall in love with a guy, (preferably your husband), how we think of him whenever we go, and we crazily wrote his names on the note books, I want to be feeling the same kinda of love, if not more special, to Him. I don’t wanna perform Solah blindly, like they say tonggeng terbalik, days and nights but not getting the juice of it. I don’t know, this might sounds crazy, after all these years of sembahyang, chants are just chants. I wanna get deeper.
I want to read more books, mostly romance.
I want to have more sex. It’s odd that the noon after I put this thought on writing, someone told me that women at the age of 30-35 have the highest intensity of wanting sex a.k.a. the horniest. I guess so.
I wanna hang out with good friends and listen to good live music. And most importantly, I want the Man to be there too.
I want to have more time talking to the Man.
I want to start teaching the Kiddo stuffs like abc and 123 and nursery rhymes.
I want to conceive. I want a girl but another boy is fine too.
I want to keep the house clean and tidy, always. I want every inch of the house to be livable and
I want to cook more for the Man and the Kiddo.
I want the Operation becomes much simpler and organized. I want the Customers to understand the Market and the Industry more and oblige the Contractual terms. I want to be wiser with have much patience with them. I realize that the work load this year will be more on the long-term projects thus I gotta be more disciplined in allocating time each day in getting a bit of it done day by day instead of concentrating on the urgent tasks like when I was in the Operation. I also realize that most of the tasks unloaded to me will be connected with pushing others to produce results, I just hope that my leadership qualities shine through.
Oh wtf, yes, I hope to lose a few more kgs. Most of the bras are no longer comfortable, I constantly have bruises whenever I got my period, my feet hurt when I stand for too long either cooking or cleaning up or shopping, waist band of most pants cut me whenever I sit. Losing weight is now for comfort , no longer for beauty.
I want to spend time in the morning more on getting ready. I wanna appear at work with clean and pressed suits, smart and crispy with make-ups on.

Thus, the Resolutions for Year 2007 shall be around that.

Happy New Year!