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Updates of Who is Who in the House

Name: AzamZikry
Name in this blog: Azeuchry / The Kiddo
Latest achievement(s): Successfully complete four days of orientation to pre school. With tears for the whole four days. Sleeping in my own room, in my new Spiderman bed, with Mommy by my side or Daddy on the floor or both of them around.
Current craze: Ben-10 and the whole of Play House Disney Channel back-to-back.
I couldn’t stand: Mommy and Daddy hugging each other.
Hobby: Pick up the remote and press 6,1,3.
Current fashion update: Anything that I pick.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: Pre school and getting my mommy tag me like a dog the whole two hours of the orientation.
Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Seeing my mommy screamed to me in the bathroom like a mad woman after I threw up a big tantrum during gardening session.
Motto of Life: My mommy is mine! She should stay with me! Back off! Yes, Anna, darling, we can share her for two minutes yaa. Then she is mine for another two hours.



Name: Anna Zahirah
Name in this blog: Anna
Latest achievement: I can crawl! I love mushy mashed apple in the morning. I love blended rice and chicken.
Current craze: Play House Disney Channel. Songs only.
Current fashion update: All the good girl tops Mommy bought for me. (without bottoms)
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: Getting confused. Is mommy working or what? One minute she’s in then one minute she’s outta door then she’s back then she’s outta door again.
Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: I started to like rice.
Hobby: Smile like an angel when my mommy passed me by and screamed when she walked pass without holding me. Then smile again when the Maid picks me up. You see. Smile is my hobby.
Motto of Life: I am a patient girl. I smile patiently. Patience is my middle name.


Name: az_Mady
Name in this blog: The Man
Latest achievement: I can finish up the garden I designed a year ago.
Current craze: Making videos of my own sister’s wedding picture.
Current fashion update: A tiger-eye ring my wife got me for my anniversary.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: My kids got sick then my wife got sick then she slept for two whole days and nights and expected me to do things that can make her feel better but I really didn’t know what. Then when she is finally well, she dragged me along to shop. Thank god the Flu hit her for the two days straight or else the two weeks will be spent in every malls available around.
Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Waiting outside habibSewel for almost one hour.
Hobby: Photography. Mostly picture of my own Sister’s wedding. Which was heavily funded by my parents. Then picture of my own daughters. Then my own son. My wife can hold the baby and the son when she is free from the breast pump, or at least distract the baby and the son for me to get nice shots. Picture of my wife? Nahh… she can have her picture taken when I took her for anniversary dinner at 282-m level KL Tower where I had a blissful evening taking KL’s scenery.
Motto of Life: I am a simple man. I sketched a simple garden design. I made things work.

Name: ai_sha
Name in this blog: me
Latest achievement: I never knew I could be cured from a heavy flu without an antibiotic.
Current craze: facebook.
Current fashion update: an MNG purple top.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: My kids got sick then i got sick then I slept for two whole days and nights and expected the Man to do things that can make me feel better but he really didn’t know what. Then when I am finally well, I dragged him along to shop. Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Roaming the habibSewel for almost one hour. Being beaten over a salary negotiation with my maid.
Hobby: Getting bored of photography.
Motto of Life: I live to shop. And breastfeed. And cling wrap to my son. I live for my kids.

Name: yuniar
Name in this blog: theMaid
Latest achievement: I beated my stupid employer in a salary negotiation. Gi mana ni kak!
Current craze: Top up credit.
Current fashion update: Caterburry shirt owned by my male boss that his wife thought he didn’t want anymore and handed over to me.
Biggest thing happening in my life in the past seven days: Got my RM100 salary increment. Biggest thing happening in my life for the past 12 hours: Got my bonus promised..
Hobby: Getting food cook before my employer comes down. Getting her bras washed in the washing machine and watched her funny face turned red when seeing the crooked wired bra.
Motto of Life: Gi mana ni kak!

Negotiation So-Called

I am ashamed.

My boss shall be ashamed, too.

I am in the Price Nego Committee, who determines the price of about 50% of the *utility* cost in Peninsular of Malaysia. I shall say that the Committee is indeed very prestigious, contains only the Senior Manager and above, and very highly confidential. Only me and my colleagues are kucing kurap.

I worked damn hard for the Committee and scored very good points when presenting ideas to them.

But I did bad in the recent negotiation with my own maid. Read. My Own Maid.

Damn.

Well, let's see.

She has been bugging me and the Man about pay increase from RM450 to Rm550. We wanted to settle at RM510, she maintained at RM550.

So I say this morning, okay with RM550 but no bonus.

She hagged me on and on about bonus. And I left the meeting with her feeling very satisfied because she is getting it!!
Geramnya.

Did I do market study before meeting her?
No.
She pushed me away when I said no other maid is getting a bonus. She said well this one got, this other got, I got, so why couldn't she get it.

Did I use the back door that 'we shall see what the Board says'?
No.
I always said, i'll check on with the Encik but this time, she knew what the Encik can give.

Did I use the average cost technique that will let her see the bigger picture?
No.
Damn me.

And a lot other things that I use in the negotiation meeting went unutilized with the simple-thinking Indonesian maid.

She walked away happily with RM550 (that is a RM100 increase from last year salary) and a promise of a yearly bonus.

Well, I did say no salary increase for another two years.
Points for me.
She said well she could stay another three years.

Well, I did say no to free flight ticket home.
Points for me.
She said well she is not going back for another three years.

I am a bad, bad, negotiator.

The company shall not hire me, no more.

Update of Mi Vida

Some update of my life :

1. Been busy with Shaniza and Nic's wedding.
I worked extremely hard to make sure that Nic's family feel welcomed during both the event of Nikah at Home and the Reception at the Banquet Hall.
Both Mama (mom in law) and me had just noticed how controlling Shaniza was. Everything, she must lay her hands on. Everything that we do, she'll screamed on why the flowers must be arranged that way, the pins that way. Mama however played cool and bo-layan saja her fuss. After all, things need to get done.

2. Been busy re arranging my Johannesburg's trip.
Was supposed to take place last month but Baie spent one whole week with his dying father. I'm glad he did. Told him many times that very rare , we got the opportunity to send our parents to the grave.
Allah, give me enough time and opportunities to be with mom and dad when their time are near. Give me enough chance to make them happy.
So, go back to my Joburg trip, will be flying off this Saturday and come back on Friday. Urghh... six days without the kids. I 'll be dead!

3. Been busy monitoring the Unit Trust prices.
The prices are getting low, low, low and it is the best time to invest. I purchased three new funds and been greedily pumping money into the funds.

4. Work like always , macam tu. But the commodity prices are getting the impact of the U.S financial crisis. I am having fun grinning at the prices getting lower and lower.

5. Been laughing at Ida the drama queen. Malas nak buka cerita ngumpat ngumpat orang ni but I couldnt' care less about whatever she'll feel if i said this or that. Yang penting , kerja jalan. Importante, work gets done.

6. Been getting slap-on-my-face during the weekly department meeting on all the undone contracts. Urgh!

7. Anna is now getting prettier! And taller! All the pyjamas are getting shorter and I have more excuses to go out and shop.

8. Gained 2 more kgs. Urgh!

9. Hubby is now away for a stupid Biro Tata Negara.

10. Thinking hard of cutting my hair shorter. Like Rihanna. What say you guys?

Anna Zahirah My Beautiful Princess

Anna Zahirah

Shaniza and Nic at Banquet Hall

Bunch of Papa's classmates when he was in India for his second degree. They have not met for how many donkey years and so there they were during the wedding, wiping tears and hugging each other.

Conversation took place.
Me: (HandingPapa a glass of ice lemon tea after him standing there for almost two hours greeting the guests)
Papa: (Gulped down). Thank you
Me: Nasib baik la ada menantu baik macam ni kasi papa minum. If not, you would have not drank for all day long sampai balik rumah.
Papa: Tu lah. Semoga lepas ni papa dapat la lagi menantu yang baik macam ni. (looking at lynn, charlie's girlfriend with a smile).

After broking up with the fiance last four years, Charlie finally found himself a replacement. Yang ni ok lah, whenever she was around, she didn't look like she didn't wanna be there like Afifa (the tunang tak jadi). Look like she has brain (an indication of what we felt otherwise of Afifa kakah). But one thing that my Mom In law was fuming about it's the fact that both Charlie and Lynn were melekat together like glue all day long. Mama was furious, sampai lupa nak marah kitorang on the pregnant maid.

I know. This should be bigger but my Windows Photo Manager didn't turn out to be very friendly (or me wasn't being very clever eh). This is the altar where both my dear sis in law Shaniza and her dear husband Nic were seated.

These are the flower girls. My job to put the make up on them. These left two didn't have much problem. Their skins were flawless. The middle one had uneven skin which is not really a problem because I managed to patch them up. But the eye lashes were long and winding (now I know where Azeuchry got his) and putting mascara to it was a huge mistake. The right two were fair, quite pale. So I dusted along MAC NC42 to tan them up.

Me on the wedding day. The selendang did look pretty eh. (Sebab rambut dah 5 hari tak berbasuh kakakah). The pink kurung was a gift from my mom in law. Get it tailored at Arena Boutique where she saw (what is the past tense of sew ek? saw? sewn? ntah) pearls (read: PEARLS) and clustered beads. Costed me RM100 for the beading but puas hati gila.


The reception was done at Banquet Hall, UPM.

Nikah Shaniza and Nic

This is my dad, Apak and my father in law, Papa. My dad's glasses look funky eh. Aku pun tak perasan spek mata dia ada kaler kaler macam ni.
Charlie and Lynn. Mama said right away after the event, Charlie told Ma that he wanted to get married next year. Cess.. penat berdiri wedding si Shaniza tak abis, ada satu lagi....?!?! But I'm happy for them. Elok lah tu.. berkepit jeeee.... naik panas mata tengok. (Tapi kang korang kata aku jeles tengok orang belum kawin berkepit pulakk)
This is the bride and the groom. Shaniza and Nic.

Nic's parents. Both of them shed tears after the nikah. Me, tak perasan sebab tengah makan nasi lemak at kitchen. Lapar siot.

Spree!

Like a bird flying away from the cage, I roamed Megamall. Like a free vampire, I swiped the Visa like nobody business and returned home, refusing to look at all the receipts I accumulated.

However, as a responsible financial advisor to my Man and also the future Prospects, I am hereby listing down the expenses with all the grudges and hesitation and embarassment. (Ambik kau)

1. Azam's Sweater (always start with the kid's. It'll make me like a super duper excellent mom)RM50.
2. Anna's Bonnet (well, can't blame me. She does look like a boy without hair, so putting up a new bonnet makes her look pretty and like-a-girl)RM15
3. Carlo Rino new handbag (which can fit my breast pump and my note book, which justifying me as again a super duper excellent breastfeeding mom ) RM300
4. Shoes (well strike this off because I held back my wallet and quickly walked out from the Clarks) RM280
5. Zara. Black tight skirt RM139.00
6. Zara. A pair of nicely fitted black pants RM199.00
7. Panty hose RM25.00
8. BodyShop foundation brush RM60)

Total (urghh!) RM790.00


I'm going to bed! I'm going to bed!!

(oh sungguh perit kenyataan ini)

Azuechry had fever for two days on Monday and Tuesday. On Tuesday evening, he started throwing up and purging water out of his skinny body. He slept and suddenly woke up, projectiling large thick mucus out from his drying two lips.

On Thursday, we checked him out at a paed clinic at Az-Zahrah. Dr. Nazim admitted him. He wobbled while the Paed poked a little tiny syringe into his body but acted brave and all-strong.

We went into the ward where they put him drip. When the Man finished up his HOU meeting, we swapped placees while I went to finish up my BTC paper. I spent the whole night at the ward. He threwed up in his sleep. Once. One whole night was spent iin the bed without any single drop of milk nor food. Poor darling.

Friday morning. The Man had to take the Maid to the Indonesian embassy. I went home to nurse Anna and my sister Yanto went over to the ward to accompany him.

Both mommy and daddy went to the hospital around 3 in the afternoon. He saw uswalking out from the car and waited for us patiently. But Mommy didn't go upstairs. Mommy went in the OutpatientCenter to get some drip into her body.

Turned out to be that I caught his bacteria, too. I was purging water out from the body. The doctor wanted to get me admitted but I refused. So they put me on drip for two hours after injecting Maxolon and Buscopan to my butt.

I went home right after two hours. Azeuchry was already home laughing away at me. Both of us limped in front of the flat screen.

Macam Tu Lah Period!

Been having droplets of blood. Little stain on the panty. Since Last Saturday. One tiny droplet every ehmm about 36 hours. Figured out less fluid in my body must have induced that.

Been fasting. Been performing Solat.

When on the sixth day, I decided to call up Gart and she simply screamed, "Macam tu lah period orang breastfeeding!".

Feel bodoh.

Next day, gulped down a big glass of water early at 7:00 a.m., and a glass of nescaffee at Work.

For Thou , Ramadan

Figured out that Ramadan is the best month to start new habit, to become a new person, a better person.
Figured out that Ramadan is not the only month to curb our hunger, our thirst, but 'our hunger for world's possession'.

So, here is THE list.

I vow that in the whole month of the noble Ramadhan...

1. I shall not buy new lipsticks or new eye colors.
2. I shall not buy any more bottles of parfum.
3. I shall not eat at expensive hotel buffets.
4. I shall try to drink unsweetened water.
5. I shall dress below my knee.
6. I shall not use my MasterCard or Visa.
7. I shall read the Quran (at least the Fatihah) to Azeuchry once a day.

Forgive Me For Waiting

Looks like I suddenly have extra hours at office, doing my usual blog hopping after a session of 5-oz expression.

Thing is, I got piles to complete.

But the tender evaluation committee is sitting and as soon as they are finish, I will buzzing through for the memo to NumeroUno. NUmeroUno has set up tomorrow's 17:30 for the bids to be presented. Absurd but doable.

I am agitatedly but patiently waiting.

But what took them so long?!?!

Beat The System

two hundred billions over worth of contract gets done in less than 8 days.

We got the approval from NumeroUno on Friday 17:30. Preparing the tender documents and invitation letter.
Fax them on Saturday.
Closing today Wednesday.
Evaluating them straight away.
Concluding them tonight.
Presenting to NumeroUno and the bunch of Commttee tomorrow at 17:30.

Awarding latest by Friday.

See? If you know how to important is your tender, you'll work your ass hard and beat the snail system.

"That's why I am paid the million bucks", Cameron Diaz in the Holiday.

...Sponging away all the pressure for him

Well it is not true anyway.

He has a lot more pressure than anyone else now.

He is not being appreciated from my Number 1.

Numero Uno has just started trusting him and it was such a difficult situation to work under a person who simply doesn't trust you.

It is not fair for me to say that I am sponging away all the pressure for him.
Because I am not.

I am really having a hate-respect-hate-love relationship with this guy eh.

What Will I Be If I Am Not A **** Manager.

1. Lactation consultant.
I can be a good listener, a good consultant and plus, who can understand a lot more about the heartache of breastfeeding if not the person itself?

2. Full time blogger.
My grammar is here and there and nobody checks my spelling but I am real GOOD when it comes to EXPRESSING EMOTION.

3. Datuk Azalina's Othman Fashion Consultant.
Needless say more. She needs one.

4. Unit Trust Consultant.
I just pass the Exam, people! I believe in the Shariah-based fund truly and I had a very good intention to start, that is to find a blessed source of investment.

5. Coal and Shipping Contract Advisor for M**lak**of Berhad.
Well, heard that they are looking for one and who is experienced enough to draft templates for these two? Me, the uncertified lawyer.

And yet, my loyalty is still with my Number 2.

Unless he asks me to sponge other people's shits.

That's Why He Calls Me His SpongeBob!

I'm going to bitch. (I know under 18 reads my blog, but I am bitching anyway!)

My Number 2 is a human who never stop believing in developing man.

He can put anyone he likes in the team because he knows I'll absorb the pressure. I will always stay here to make sure that the business is uninterrupted. I am always here to provide him facts whenever he goes to see Numero Uno.

And he can put person as undecisive as nooras in the team. Why? Because I'll be sponging away all the tasks of making decision.

And he can put person as degil as Rose's husband in the team. Why? Because I'll be the one who does the work for Number 2 when Rose's husband walk away stubbornly from a meeting room, refusing to write the bloody damn paper.

And he can put person as childish as INI in the team. Why? Because when she walks away to let the steam off from the office, I'll be the one who compiles all the data required and runs like headless chicken around to find them.

That 's why he calls me his Spongebob.

Cause that is what I do. Sponging away all the pressure for him

The Husband

There is another part of the story but am writing the first half of it.

Conversation revolves around Numero Uno and My Number 2.

Numero Uno: We should send someone as our representative to do the lobbying.
Number 2: Then we should send our Chief Lobbyist for this.
Numero Uno: That's too high. Anyone from your office?
Number 2: Hmm
Numero Uno: HOw about that guy? Rose's husband?
Number 2: Who? Rose?
Numero Uno: Yeah.. that looks like mat salleh a bit. Rose's husband (two times).
Number 2: Okay.

Well, The Man and I work in the same Group but I definitely don't want anyone to know him as Clipper's Husband!

Malu siot.

Who and Who

At Home.

The Man: The Man whom I married 6 years ago. Who has one eye with double lid and the other not. Whose waist size is getting larger. Whose head is the sexiest (when it is bald, I think). Who is a great listener. Who keeps me grounded and pulls me from la-la land. Whose caress on my not-so-love hair made me feel like crying and smiling both at the same time.

Azeuchry: The first baby. The angel of my life. The first time I feel that there is a reason why God created me. And the reason is him.

Anna: My first princess. Smiles the loveliest. Laughs and simply makes me out-of-this-world. Humbly and patiently waiting for my hugs, and kisses, every single time she catches glances of me.


At Work.

Numero Uno : CEO of the Group.
Very sharp. He knows figures at his fingertips. When it was announced that he's getting 100% increment, I silently think he deserves it and loudly protest on why is he not sharing it with the rest.
When he fires you, you'll feel that his eyes get smaller and his shoulders balloon up, just like a katak kembong.

Number 1 : MD of my Company who is wholly owned by the Group.
He has the shortest span of attention.
He has the need for more love in the world.

Number 2 : My lovely GM whose brain is the smartert and shoes the ugliest.
I love this guy to bits.
He is the reason I have the highest tolerance among the rest, wiser and brighter.
Sometimes butterfly dances in my tummy when he strikes a fight with anyone, but I know he is just doing what he is supposed to be doing.
He is the reason I am staying.
..at least for now..

The PM Rode The Train !

One of the things that I am proud of the ol-man!

Anna is 100 Days!

Maid was on leave so we had to take her out.

Plus she was 100 days already lah... and to Midvalley Megamall she went!!

Exam

My Tutorial is this Friday.

I have not blogged about me sitting for the Unit Trust exam, have I?

Figured out that since I'm withdrawing the whole lot of my ASB and splitting them into Tabung Haji and Unit Trust instead, I might as well earn the agency fees. The company is charging the customer 5.5% out of the initial investment, and 2.75% will go to the agent who enrolls you up.

So the tutorial for the Exam is this Friday and the exam is two weekends away.

Linda had dropped by with a thick document to read.

I am yet to finalize my fuel supply plan so that the quarterly lifting schedule to the suppliers are sent out before this Friday. I have another Letter of Award to be sent out (which terms are not aggreable between me and the Supplier) and a TOR for an evaluation to be completed.

My Number 1 and Number 2

I seriously think it is a redundant.

My GM is the one running around like a mad person with a pair of ugly shoes. Well, my MD runs around, too, worrying about why the server is still down, why one light is off, why the ladies' toilet had not been cleaned.

My GM runs around to check the data in our PC, stands behind us while we punched in some bizarre numbers into our spreadsheet before we print them for him to go see the Numero Uno. Well, my MD runs around, too, checking on whether the emails Jas sent to all the girls in our office on keeping the toilet cleaned is read by most of us, on whether we understand that the used pad is to be rolled in a tissue paper before we plonked them into the blue dustbin.

My GM reads through and through all the papers we writefor the Board. Well, my MD demands for the papers to be sent to his home PC so that 'he would look at it over the weekend', only to scold us on Monday saying that our English is not at par (without knowing that I actually pasted a monkey picture instead of a graph in one of my word doc email for his read-over-the-weekend homework).

My GM hastily shoved the food down his throat when he got a call from the NumeroUno’s office and quickly got the printing from us. Well, my MD quickly claimed tummy upset everytime the Numero Uno called. Sometimes he went over for the appointment, when he needed approval to go overseas.

My GM had the prices of the fuels at his finger tips and answered the Numero Uno’s rambling questions whilst my MD stared blankly into spaces, dreamt about how many more money he should earn to get his ass into the habit of reading the market daily.

While I had fun watching my MD playing a fool out of himself, I know that the RM4.00 bread my GM keeps munching is a sign he’s combating his stress away.

(Satu hari nanti korang tengoklah GM aku akan jadi sebesar pintu fridge).

Azam at Playgroup

At Dhillon's Wedding

Me and The Man.

This couple look lovely in purple. (Mommy's favorite color)

Sob, in case you have not seen my new hair properly. (Before they grow ugly)

Successful Trip!

Ida and I decided not to fly neither to overnight on our quarterly trip to Tanjung Bin, Johor. And I vowed that I will express Anna's staple food all along the journey.

We took off from Bangi around 6:30 a.m. and shot up straight to Simpang Renggam. I expressed before we took off and while Ida changed into her office attire, I expressed at Simpang Renggam Exit PLUS' surau (thanks for your eletrricity Mr Plus) and got my usual 5 oz.

We arrived Tg. Bin and scourged for fridge but none available. I placed that one bottle in my Coleman and Ida hid it under the receptionist table, leaving a sweet note. Then we were under the sun until 1:30 when we moved to the building where the meeting is supposed to be. I pressured the boy to surrender his room, expressing while Ida did her Zuhr and Asr solat. I got another 5 oz and placed them in the fridge, while freezing my blue ice (Medela's and Brite Ice). Both of the bottles stayed there while mommy had her meeting.

FInishing up meeting, I took over the poor boy's room again and expressed and got my another 5 oz before did my jamak. Collected them all together, stole some ice from the boys' fridge (mind you, it's all boys office, so the ladies are the gents too), plonked them in my coleman and put both of my frozen blue ices inside.

We stopped for early dinner at Machap. Then stopped again at Pagoh for Maghrib prayers where I (this PLUS's surau doesn't have eletric point, so on battery I was) unhook my bra in front of pairs of old women's eyes (one boldly asked me, mana baby nya?) and collected my 5 oz. Plonked them in the coleman.

Arrived home around 10:30 night. A journey of 18 hours to and fro down South. Collecting a total of 20 oz for Anna today. Praying that germs didn't get to the equipments unsterilled.

Cud I do it without Ida? Don't think so. SHe has been very supportive, finding places for me to hide my stuffs, calling here and there to see whether there are fridge available, waiting me up patiently, while I expressed about 15 mins each (and plus killing the mosquitoes on my arm while I was expressing!)

Don't think I have the nerve and time if it wasn't of her.

Hot

Why is my new Pink laptop from DELL is making my palms ache with its warmth (or rather HOTNESS) everytime I'm typing?

Read about DELL laptop burning, but not sure whether that's happening.

Anna 2 Months Old

If You Think I'm Cute, Wait Until You See My Mommy

They Come and Go....

All personality test that I have taken proved that I am a machine-gun when it comes thinking of new ideas and the least likely gonna finish them.

That translated to these:
1. big time day dreamer.
2. gung ho for like two weeks.
3. hangat hangat tahi ayam.

Very true, indeed.

I scrolled down all the entries (back from 2005) and felt like hiding myself under the carpet when I read all the 'big dreams' I've written.
From a believer of the right brain, positive energy, crystal-junkie,
loosing weight,
blogging everyday from my palm (which the Man was forced to buy me a wireless keyboard which is waaay not so good functionally)
thinking big in politics,
then loosing weight again,
then becoming a total fashionly-organized person,
a mom who reads to her children every night,
then loosing weight again,
photograph taking,
wedding photographs taking,
then children photographs taking,
then loosing weight again,
promising to always appear sexy to the Man,
then getting sloppy again the next few days,
then saving towards a million bucks goal by the age 34,
then shop frenzily at Niichi,
then vowed to blog in perfect English with perfect grammar and slotting in a few new and bombastic words here and there,
then curse and bitch again in the blog the very next day.

All sort of things I wanna be. I wanna do.

Turned out to be a good laughing-at entries.

Deleting

Korang dah abis baca pasal the list of shariah-endorsed unit trust that I cut n paste in the previous entries?

Kalau dah, am deleting it. Terasa malu lah pulak beria ria (kekekekeh). But you can always go to the net to look for it.

More on Unit Trust

People (and most of the books, and most of the personality test I've taken) said that I'm the kind that is so high geared for new initiatives and thinking out new ideas but the least likely to finish them.

This might be one of it.

Figured out that since I'm taking my money out from ASB and putting half of them in the Unit Trust, I might as well be a Unit Trust agent. (people who sell and do the paper work for those buy). The commission is actually very low (they said) but it 'll give me the freedom of monitoring my own fund. I have to go for a class and sit for an exam (which cost around RM250). In short, it'll let me explore the world of investment without feeling obliged to buy. Sebab aku cukup berminat nak tahu pasal mende mende ni, but ask any unit trust agent to come and explain, they'll end up with a push for us to buy. Tu yang aku menyampah. Hence came the urge to do that myself.

So blurted that out to an ex-boss and the next week, I got an email from him that he's buying from me, once I am licensed.

A friend who has been approached many times by many unit trust agent (and the one who cleverly always give wrong phone number to any insurance agents) happened to know about the exam I'm taking and told me to sign her up as my client as well.

I am yet to be licensed and there are people waiting for my service.

Fooh! This kind of pressure is putting me off, man!

Linda quickly put me for a test (knowing that I'll back off so easily) in August.

List of Malaysian Shariah Based Unit Trust Funds

Am deleting this but you can always go to the site to find out.

http://www.sc.com.my/

List of Malaysian Shariah Based Unit Trust Funds
(as at 31 March 2008)

Syariah Compliant Counter

http://www.sc.com.my/eng/html/icm/sas/sc_syariahcompliant.pdf

It is in pdf so I can't cut n paste them for you. But it is very comprehensive. It lists down all the counters that are shariah compliant.

Favorita Colora

Azeuchry have been singing song about our favorite colors.

My favorite: Orange! Red! (ending with high note)
Daddy's Favorite: Blue and yellow.
Mommy's Favorite: Pink and purple.
Adik's Favorite: Red.

Son, your flushed cheeks are actually my favorite. Love you!

Good Brands I'm Blessed With

Nikon DSLR (nice pix)
Selangor (bill air murah)
Medela (PISA)
TNB (pot)
MAC (the best foundation)
Artistry (kind)
Wacoal (supporter)
Kerastase (
Kellog's (breakfast)
Dutch Lady (lowfat)
Perodua (my MyVI)
Honda (saves fuel)
Faber Castell (nice pen)
O2 (masih hidup lagi Mini O2 aku)
Calvin Klein (for the Man's jeans. my perfume)
Niichi (fashion city)
Liz Claiborne (bloody nice handbag)
Coach (to-haves)
Hush Puppies (kind shoes)
Sembonia (goes with baju kurung(
Carlo Rino (kind heels)
In2It (nice eye colors)
Marie Claire (glasses)
Evita Peroni (nice hair bands)
Celcom (cheap charge)
The Star (superb online)
Petronas (next door)
Maybank2u (can check all credit card and accounts movement)
Public Mutual
MPH (best sellers)
Popular (for stationaries)
Streamyx (fast)
Ridsect (tsk tsk begone)
PLUS Highway (bring me home)
MNA (Nice pants)
Estee Lauder (nice perfume)
Jusco (cheap underwear)
Fujifilm (fastest pix developing, nearest to office)
SJMC (efficient)

A Blessed Income

(Rezeki yang Diberkati)

Been thinking about it lately. Well, it hit some of us early, and for some of us, it hit recently. I am thankful that it was never too late when it hits me.

So, why is it important to have a blessed income? What is , to begin with, a blessed income? A blessed income comes with the feeling of 'everything is sufficient for me'. I'd never feel that there are more things I can't have / I can't buy. A blessed income hits us in all sort of way. It gives us serenity. It made us smile, knowing that life has given us just as much as we need, instead of worrying whether our USD1 million is sitting in a correct investment portfolio.

For me, it means that my car never breaks down for some odd reason (unless I refueled it using diesel i/o minyak biasa.. seriously, the nozzle look the same).
It means that some idiots never hit me from the back, or my eyes stay on the road and prevent myself from hitting the cyclist (err.. pernah jadi, babe! malu nak tulih sini)
The maid never shove my expensive bras into the washing machine.
The maid, hopefully, never runs.
No misplaced keys. No misplaced belts. No misplaced of little tiny wedding ring.
Wallets never get snatched. Mobile phones never get misplaced.
Car never get broken into. House.
Good understanding boss. Good laughing colleagues. Good breakfast everymorning.
The clothes always fit me.
The shoes always are kind to my feet.
The husband never wanders.
The kids listen. The kids love.
The parents let me love them.
A good lung. A good heart. A good pair of kidneys.
Good, slurpy, stay-put, cancer-free breasts.
Hair masque that really works.
Expensive books brought home that are well read.
Good movies.

Little things that matter. That made me serene. That made me calm.

That made me thanking God.

Isn't that much wonderful than a million bucks?

Investment

(For those who have chosen ASB / ASN as their pot of investment, do not read further. Writer is not responsible for any resentment towards the portfolio mentioned)

(I say, DO NOT READ FURTHER)

I am a big believer in the ASB (Amanah Saham Bumiputra). Believed that is the best investment portfolio ever created in Malaysia. The return is very good, the best for the Bumis. About five years ago, people has started to write about shariah-endorsed investment. And ASB is not one of them. I took time to swallow that but decided to proceed anyway.

The reason that I was not so keen into believing a shariah-endorsed investment is the doubt I had that our system is so clean. I believed that somehow people who worked towards a shariah-certification over something must have been paid. In short, i believe whomever declared the halalility (if there is such word) can actually be paid to do so. So I couldn't care less whether this is shariah certified or not. I even opted for two conventional insurance portfolios. That was me.

However, I think that over years, I believe that the trust must be developed somehow, sometime. It is time that I start to believe in the people, in the work they have created. I started to read more and sadly, there aren't many writings about Islamic economic and financing. (or perhaps I have not done enough digging).

I started reading about zakat. Do you notice that the Quran always cite solat (prayers) and zakat together? I mean, we emphasize on the importance of five-times a day prayer but I never was bothered about zakat (except for Zakat fitrah done during the Eid-ul-Fitri). The concept of a halal source of income and the zakat imposed on it has somehow triggered me to think more of a halal investment.

I took opportunity of the long maternity break I have to do lots of thinking.

Thus, this is my action plan:

1. To withdraw all my ASB deposits and dump them into Tabung Haji for the low-risk portfolio. This account will act as the 'emergency tank' for me, sitting there for the rainy days yet collecting a good return. Tabung Haji did about 6% lasst year, which was as good as ASB.
(but I am yet to get my Dad do that paper for my Tabung Haji since it was opened on his name before)

2. Moderate-risk and high-risk portfolio is to be invested to a shariah-certified unit trust Fund. Public Mutual (PM) is the one actracts me most. Let me blog about PM a bit longer in different entry.

3. Cancel Azeuchry Investment-linked-education fund with ING. The return is not so good plus I opt to find him a better portfolio. I splitted my committment to him in two before: 50% to Tabung Haji and another 50% to that ING education. His dad dumped a few into Amanah Saham Didik. I am to withdraw that ING and dump them into a good perhaps moderate-risk PM shariah-certified fund. Will lose around RM2k like that but it is OK.

4. My life insurance (with HLA) for Alang's medical card is to be maintained. I am yet to find whether that was Shariah-certified portfolio and decide from there.

Grace Salon

Okay, so I never really blogged about what happened when I decided to change my hair stylist.

Read about this gorgeous woman who opens up a salon named GraceSalon (aku baru tahu IN pronounciation for Salon is Se-LON bukan salun). So I called up to book an appointment (masa hari pantang yang ke 45) two weeks earlier.

Can I have an appointment with Grace Leong?
You want to see Miss Leong izit?
Yes, I'd like to see Grace Leong.
You want to see Miss Leong izit?
Yes, (ape la amoi ni tak paham paham grr!)
Okay, next two weeks on Friday.
Okay, appointment with Miss Leong next on 28th June 10 pm. Thank you

So on the day, I went up to Bangsar Shopping Complex, walked into the Salon and had a shock of my life when an old woman greeted me.

"Hello I Miss Leong aaa. You want to do what aa.."

(Aku hampir pengsan) I stared at her face long and notice the resemblances the gorgeous woman I read in the magazine with this Auntie who must been like 58 years old. I said, wahhh what the wonder of make-up. Didn't wanna hurt her with my long stare, I said, "you look so pretty compared to what I've seen in magazine".

"Okay okay ,sit down here aa let me go take the book for you to see what style you want aa"

"OKay you do like this aa very prety verry stylish. Very modern."

Aku mengangguk saja. Just wanted to get it over with. Silently I prayed God will pay my adab sopan dan budi bahasa with gorgeous-but-please-not-auntie hair.

Then an hour later I saw that gorgeous woman I saw in magazine whizzing around. Damn!

So this AUntie kept talking to me. "This salon last time we had at PJ then we moved because people there not so modern. I named this Salon after my first daughter, Grace. That one la" The same gorgeous woman I saw in the magazine.

I held my breath. Because Grace does have gorgeous hair.

Still praying that God will pay me with my courtesy to this old Auntie.

Until two hours later, I finally breath properly when Auntie blurted, "Actually aaa Grace hair also I do".

Okay lah Auntie. I picked up my book and smile and relax and two hours later, I walked out with yup.. gorgeous hair.

Gracefully.

People is right. Do not judge the stylist's age nor her hair to know what she is capable of.

Aku Masih Di Sini (I'm Still Here)

It is now nearly 9 a.m.

I'm supposed to be at work, but here, home, e-banking, blogging, just because

...the damn bloody traffic jam is so bad!

Tot of working on something before I shoot up to Manjung in the afternoon, but the files are in my PC at work.

Perhaps I should now save everything in that small thingy where you can save lots and lots of Gigabytes in it and carry around (namely the portable hard disk).

I know I can bring this pink laptop anywhere (plus, it'll look gorgeous on the boring meeting table) however I have loads to carry now. I have the new LizClaiborne bag (RED, kau!) which is bulky but trendy and my PISA breastpump which I carry around together with the chill bag in PISA bag pack. PLUS, I don't wanna risk having the laptop everytime I opt to stop at a mall and look so not trendy.

So, gotta find that portable hard disk soon. (Macam la tiap tiap hari nak buat kerja balik rumah sejak ada baby kecik ni)

And a new sets of eyeshadow. I think I want silver and gray.

And a new sets of matching bra and panties.

Oops... remind me to seduce the Man more to make him refuel my MyVI tank (just because I am nearly red this month, baby)

...perempuan....!

About Kerastase, Wacoal and Medela Pump In Style Advanced

When it comes to beauty (and fashion), this is my latest statement.
Go with the updated ones. Spend less on branding but go on what is in the season. Choose your two high ends.

So I go with high-end stuffs when it comes to, Numero UNO: Hair, and Numero TWO: Boobs.

Hair.

The best salon will get you the best cut. My stylist know everything about my life style (yang pemalas gila) so he always refused to do style that I want. I changed recently to Grace Salon at Bangsar Shopping Complex.

The best hair care product should be Kerastase. I am a big fan of Kerastase. The shampoo is great. The masque is superb. Just bought night-treatment (rambut pun ada night treatment la). Pricey but puas hati. however, I'm sure other products would deliver the same result but until I heard a testimony, with Kerastase I'm staying and sticking (and zapping my credit card with)

Boobs.

I religiously believe that however good and expensive your dressing is, if you are not pairing them up with a good bra, it is USELESS. Good bra will hold the two sisters upright, for the day and the years to come. It'll make you look good and having a E-cup like mine (which I always tried to hide during high school, kan aku sekolah agama), I need to feel that my two sisters are not slumping away. Wacoal does the wonder to me and with Wacoal I' ve been sticking. And their products last too, I had mine as old as 5 years old (provided maid aku tak basuh masuk machine sekali ngan towel oh tidak!!)

I also got the most expensive breast pump because it delivers the best at the shortest duration. So far it had done my an average of 5 ounces for 10 minutes session and maximum it had given me 8 ounces for 10 minutes (okay.. others do better with manual pump but this is a bloody good Pump)

I justified all the money spent. :)

AZ at Dhillon's Wedding

A few of the pix that make you smile everytime you see it.

4 a.m.

(chehh... macam lagu Gwen Steffani pulok doh)

Woke up at 3 to feed. Gone down to express and salvaged 4 ounces for tomorrow.

(Ingat ke dah abis pantang tak payah bangun malam dah)

Anyway, yesterday was Gartblue's birthday. Happy birthday! Called her up and guess where she was? Bandung.....! Meninggalkan empat orang anak di rumah dan pergi bershopping dengan suami tercinta.

But Ariz is fully weaned so I guess, she deserves it!

Happy birthday!

my princess

Go Green

Would be lovely if you guys can visit Viza's blogspot. She is the newest greener in town and very gung-ho about it. I appreciate that she is blogging in Malay, she said not many blogs of greeners are written in Malay. All the best!

Talking about green, these are the things I've started doing.

1. Stop taking plastic bags from merchant.
I roamed MidValleyMegamall and the Gardens for a whole day and had only used one plastic bag. The rest, "Tak payah plastic bag, dik" and lump every of my purchases in to the one plastic bag. Some merchants refused to do so, since they wouldn't know where to place the tag 'Paid'. I simply asked them to stick the tag on my stuffs.

2. Close the doors of an air-conditioned shops / buildings.
The larger the area of an a/c gotta work, the more eletricity it consumed. Well, yes, my company will gain more if you consume more GWh. However, more eletricity generated means a lot more flue gas is emitted to the environment which contributed to global warming. (Boring pulak aku rasa topic ni)

(Macam banyak je yang aku buat, padahal dua ni je).

That 'd be all.

Breast Feeding

This is long overdue.

I thought hard through my wee hours of waking up to feed.

Have you ever woke up from your sleep for an activity yet the loneliness surrounded you felt so real. At times you feel that your soul is ripped off from your body and your body belongs to someone else. The thought of some one else claim his or her right on your body added to your loneliness. You become not you.

A mosquitoe went by and you can't kill it with both of your hands. Instead you were trying hard to become a frog, catching the irritating and pain-in-the-a-zzzz-sound mosquitoe with one hand. You become good at it but at the times you missed catching them, you got so angry that you felt like dropping the baby and run for the Ridsect.

You have the baby in your arms, you were supposed to be making connections and bonds and whatever great and loving stuffs they were talking, but you wonder how the bond is to be established when the baby is asleep with your nipple in her mouth? What on earth is bonding when you are stuck to where you are seated, feeling so not free?

You tried to read a book or a magazine but the baby moved everytime you flipped the pages. You tried to watch TV but you can't even extend your arms for the remote to change the stupid HOUSE show they are showing.

Your back ached.

Many times, this thirst suddenly hits you. You were reminded many times before like what is in the magazines, webs or books on breastfeeding, therefore you had a bottle of water by your bedside tables. Frequently, and sadly, refilling fairies were not around and again, you feel like dropping the baby and run to the kitchen instead.

You found the miracle of expressing breast milk and storing them. Read lots of stuffs about how to do it, how long can they last and what percentage of antibodies agents remain in the milk. You expressed the milk for the others to help you feeding. But you can't move freely either with the pump! (You thought you could, silly!) Double pumping was worse. A mosquitoe (again , the stupid insect, tsk tsk begone!) landed on your nose and you were again , mad!

So why on earth (just deleted 'the hell') are you so keen about breast feeding?

Numero uno.
You realy believe it is good for the baby. That they wil grow up brilliantly, healthily. You read thru and thru the stuffs about how good they'll become if they are fully breastfed. Just to keep you going. So, the mosquitoe is nothing compared to the fruits you'll reap in years to come.

Numero dos.
You really wanna prove the the bunch of other mommies. The competition of whose baby is the longest on BREAST FEED ONLY. Yup, that competition. So this is about winning and winning is what you craved for. Fair enough.

Tres.
Fuel price hike up will be compensated with the free milk. Yadda yadda yadda.

Quarto.
You smiled everytime you think of this. Breasteeding of 800 ml in a day will consume about 500 calories. So you'll lose weight. Accordingly. Until you found out that the Big Mac Value Meal alone is about 1800 calories BUT your milk production in a day is less than 800 ml, perhaps less than 500 ml.

Again. The mosquitoes. Shit!

The Office

Tomorrow is the day I'm supposed to be back at work. However, decided to take two more days leave. The thought of starting on Monday where everybody will be staring at my new waistline (ehm!), my new gorgeous hair whilst my boss will be loading me loads and loads is scary. So will start on Wednesday. The boss is okay with it. Plus the Man is asking me out (chewah!) for tomorrow, the whole day. Well, I practically pushed him to ask me out. Sort of.

However, saw Ida this morning at mamak, had my roti telur bawang and two cups of teh tarik (setelah 2 bulan 'berpuasa' kakakah), had long chats with her and laughed to bits. Then we went to the office. She had to open the door. They changed everything while I was gone. The keys to the office, to the toilets. They moved my stuffs to a new room, convert my room to a meeting room. One whole new unit has been established and lots of new people are in. Guess I am the newest! Kakakh

I was nervous.

Felt like stepping into the new world.

Kinda exciting anyway.

Ida helped me rearranging my new room.

See how I feel this Wednesday.

A Date with Ajin: Creating the New Me (kononnye lah)

What Ajin Said for Me to Remember (or what she hinted!)

1. Put on make up every morning (she practically made me promise her that): Foundation, blusher.
2. Shoes, if black must be shinny and tak ada kotor kotor (camne dia tahu kasut aku slalu berabuk ha?)
3. Cuba baik dengan orang yang tidak suka kita. (well , mady doesn't have an ex. But I guess I cud try to be nice to the kipochi new che pah, but must strategize how to be nice but still drawing a line sebab nanti aku jadi boss baru dia, nanti dia pijak kapla)
4. Hint me a lot : suruh kuruskan perut!
5. Dare to try new color (ada ka dia suruh aku try itu kuning karat! gua sangat tak berani)
6. Orang gomen nye style of dressing - i Must dare to stand out. cam kememek je muka dia bila aku still pilih the same conventional suit sama color atas bawah.

All in all, a nice day. Betul , as we go along the roads, we, friends, are growing towards different roads, tasted different spices of life, bit different heartaches, creating different memories, and of course, changes over opinion of fashion.

Glad to go out with her. She is one kind. Above all, I'm glad she 's still there, for me.

Efficient

from: http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/110867/how_to_be_more_efficient_at_work.html

Ever have one of those days where closing time leaves you wondering how come you didn't get more done? Or has the to-do stack become three times higher than the finished one? Leaving a work day feeling like you've accomplished nothing never feels good. What should be a relaxing evening out of the office can easily turn into a few hours of worry and stress over projects you were unable to complete.

Efficiency in the workplace is important, not only to keep the company running smoothly, but to keep the individual employees feeling productive. In a typical day, a worker can waste precious minutes he or she didn't even realize they were wasting until the day comes to a close. Here are some hints to take control of your own efficiency in the office and give you that sense of accomplishment at the end of the day.

1. Separate your fun email from your work email - Even if you only take a few minutes to read joke emails and forwards that hit your inbox during the day, the time adds up. If you're work environment allows it, turn off your email completely and designate times to go through your inbox. If email is a main form of work communication, create a separate folder for all non-work related correspondence. Use your break or lunch times to go through those. By eliminating needless email reading, you'll save time to do things that pertain to your job.

2.Tackle your "frogs" - There's an old adage that says if you eat a whole frog first thing in the morning, everything else you have to do that day will seem easy. Consider big projects "frogs" and tackle them early in your day. Not only will you be able to spend the rest of the day finishing many smaller projects, but just knowing that you no longer have the big one hanging over your head will give you a lasting feeling of accomplishment and relief for the rest of the day.

3.Save the easy things for "slump time" - It seems like many workers hit an afternoon slump where the thought of a nap is much more welcoming than another dose of paperwork. If you've experienced this, you already know that it's hard to be efficient during this slump. Save smaller and easier things for this time frame. Bigger projects are only made more difficult by the fact that you're mind isn't at its most alert, so catch up on emails, make some less taxing phone calls, and stick to those tasks that don't need a lot of brainpower.

4.Cut back on socializing - Like email, visiting with co-workers can eat up a lot of time that could be used for getting things done. Leave conversation to your lunchtime. If you're the one who tends to want to talk more than others, make a concerted effort to hide yourself away until you get a good load of work done. If others are always wanting to talk to you, invest in a do not disturb sign or simply explain to them that you have a ton of work to do with the promise to chat with them later. If you find that talk of work tends to veer off on non-work related tangents, do your best to keep attention on the task at hand. By setting an example, others may follow your lead, increasing their efficiency in the workplace as well.

5.Forget about multi-tasking - In our technologically advanced society, people often think that being able to do several things at once means they're getting much more accomplished. The truth is, they're actually getting less done. Shifting your attention between a few different things can waste time not only in the changing itself but with the shifting that your mind has to do to switch gears. In fact, a constant multi-tasker may find that they are more exhausted at the end of the day than someone who focuses on one thing at a time. Keep your attention on one project. If you need to break it down, do so, then focus on each little part without moving your attention to anything else. Not only will the job seem less overwhelming, but you'll find that it takes you less time to do it, freeing up some more time to work on other things later in the day.

6.End your day with a to-do list - At the end of a long work day, the typical worker is usually too tired to focus on anything major and too short of time to begin a big project. In the last little bit of your work day, make a to-do list of things to get done tomorrow. Remember to put the tough stuff first on the list and the smaller things for later in the day when you're brain is starting to wear down. Be as detailed as you want, just don't overwhelm yourself. When you start the next workday, you'll feel more organized, more alert, and being able to cross each task off your list is going to give you a sense of accomplishment all in itself.

Though a little break to socialize here and there is fine, if you're spending more time doing other things and getting less accomplished, there's a good chance you need to work on upping your efficiency level. Give a few of these tips a try and enjoy finding out that there really may be enough hours in the day to get everything done.

Less than 10 Days

I'll be back to work in less than 10 days... :(

So, these are the xtivities listed

Friday 20 June:
Go do hair with Grace Salon (new hairstylist, aparently she does Nasha Aziz' Hair) at BSC.
Appointment made.
Have ararnged for a babysitter to watch the maid. (The Man, who else?)
Have expressed enough milk for Anna.

Satuday 21 June:
Go KLCC with Reen.
To shop at M.A.C. ( I deserve new foundation. Kulit putih sikit maaa.. duduk rumah 60 hari)
To buy one pair of nice creamy white pants.

The Boss

The boss had started copying me emails.

(Macammana dia tahu aku liat nak naik kerja ni ye..?)

I know I was so GungHo before the vacation. That I was afraid no one is there to help him. That I was feeling sinful things are not completed before I go.

However, after six months in peaceful rest, I started to feel that maybe:
1. He doesn't need me at all.
2. Therefore the work doesn't need me.
3. That the world still goes round without me.
4. That perhaps I am no longer matter.

Damn.

Feeling that I MATTER is what keeping me there.

(aku post natal blues ke?)

Fuel Price Hike Up

On a more serious note, (which made me regret spending RM300 at IKEA), I've been wanting to blog on the fuel price hike up.

Everybody knows we can't subsidize the fuel anymore. Watching the commodities closely for the past four years, I know that it is absurd that we are paying so low for the fuel while the other countries are suffering much.

What made me mad is nothing has been done to hamper the high cost for the rakyat. The government knows that for the past four years, in fact, since the Gulf War had started, the fuel price will hike up. What they have been doing is subsidizing it so that they won't lose so bad in the last election (tapi kalah jugak). When they can't no longer afford it, what they do is increasing it little by little.

Not telling the truth, or rather not facing the truth, will always backfire.

If Malaysian government was brave enough to face the truth, they would have buck up the transportation system, encourage more on non-fuel vehicles and other initiatives that people could use years ago. If these were done earlier, much earlier, people won't be suffering this bad.

And now, after a few weeks of announcing the hike up, I still DON'T SEE the real initiatives coming from the government. They still want to 'look good' by telling people that 'let's face it together'. Governemtn servant will be getting their monthly cheque splitted into two cheques which will only encourage them to spend instead of saving. Aku sungguh tidak faham.

None has been said about bucking up the public transportation. Could KL get as good as Sydney, where the routine buses came every 20 minutes during non peak hours and 10 during peak time?

Forget train. That will take up years. Dah terlambat kalau nak buat train lagi, yang subang jaya tu pun aku tengok tak siap siap lagi.

Buck up your buses routes.

Increase parking fees around busy areas so that people will take bus.

Encourage university students to use bike (BASIKAL, GEREK, SPEDA) by banning motorbikes and cars. I always feel that our local univ students are more luxurious that the overseas'. Omputeh dulu asyik kayuh basikal je gi class, kete tinggal rumah. Ini budak budak uni kita, ini lah masa nak cari awek kalau ada kereta.

Increase parking lots around train station. Or better still, increase (about 500%) the buses routes to the train station.

(I still regret that RM300 spent at IKEA. Should've spent that much on hair treatment instead)

Cincau

And Salman, I can now drink the air cincau tu!!

Tak payah nak buat gua jeles... Eish.. kawan macam ni pun ada ka...?!?!?!

The 44 Days is Over!!

Seronok tak terkata! I am over my head!

So on the 45th day, we went to IKEA. I spent on unnecessary little things that cost near RM300. (kegedush!). Little things like green light mugs that I always eye on but never get to buy because the Man said , what for?
Then little pie dish that I think is cool to serve single pie to one person, like when Murali (who doesn't take beef) came and I made beef pie for everyone, I have to do extra chicken pie for him and he had to eat a lot more than he needs.
Then Azeuchry's train rail extension because I think he's getting bored with the number eight, or rather Mommy is boring going around the circle of number eight. Then CD cover for the Man because he had stacked about knee high of our CDs down the floor.
Little colorful plastic spoons, forks and knives and also the little colorful plastic glasses for Azeuchry which I always wanted to grab but the Man always said, what for?
The Five ringgit wall clock that i think will be broken soon but I am buying that to teach my Son on time management.
Little baskets that can be hung next to the changing table so that I don't have to bend taking wipes and nappies underneath the tables which can deteriorate my spine (eventhough I never change the little baby's diaper . The Man or the maid always get to that)

And that all costs near RM300.

:(

All in all, it is still a good celebration. Retail theraaphy is blissful.

Daily Update

Okay, that was a lame post on the pantang period.

Then , new hot updates, othen than the story of my waist size reduction:
1. David Cook is the new American Idol!
2. I can't wait for the final of AF6. My favorite was Nadia but her performance lately have been same-ol-same-ol. Lagu dia kot tak best. Was hoping she'll rock during final.
3. I also think Riz is superbly handsome especially when he is very open about his feelings for Nadia. Aku suka kalau ada case cinta cinta ni.
4. I am hooked with CSI. Being home 24/7, the only informative series are just them.
5. I am wondering, is Miami in Florida? Is it the capital of Florida? or is it Orlando where Disneyworld is? HOw come a state has too many hot cities?
6. I still can't do reading! My eyes got tired very fast. And I have like 5 or 6 newly purchased books to read. Geramnya. They are sitting proudly and quietly in the newly constructed book case. Buat show je lah.

21 days done, 19 more days to go

21st May.

Marking the 3 weeks of the newborn.

Marking 19 more days towards completion of the 40-days confinement period. Or known as period of pantang.

Pantang literally means ban.

It means I am banned from eating certain foods / doing certain things all through this 40 days.

I can't eat anything 'cold', like all the vegetables and fruits (with the exception of apple because the Malays can't rule out whether it is cold or not, carrot, sawi).
I can't drink anything cold. Everything must be suam or tepid.
I can't eat anything hot and spicy. Since the spices will get into the breast milk and upset the baby's tummy.
I mustn't let my big toes stumbles into anything or else I'd get into high fever.

Plus, there are certain things that I must do daily. And I have been doing them daily, religiously. Tak tipu punya..
I start the day with bathing with some leaves boiled with water. It is very refreshing and smells good.
Then there is a hot stone wrapped in a piece of clothes with some leaves underneath the cloth that is as big as four times your palms to be pressed over and over again my tummy.
During certain days, there is this lady who'll came to massage me. The first three massage-series were good, the next were painful.
Then certain days, I'd go for a tangas session where they'll be steaming hot water with herbs underneath my two legs and the steam will detoxify my whole body.
A hot oil is then rubbed onto my tummy.
Then I'll get the routines finished with cloth binded tightly around my waist which I shall not take off until the morning after.

Fooh. typing all these making my eyes blurry and my arms prickling with pain, what more doing it.

19 more days to go.

Two Weeks

It's been two weeks that the pink bundle has arrived. I am blissfully happy. I am tired. I am contented. All the feelings are mixed and sometimes it feels gooey.

However, I do miss work.

Most I'm worried of how Baie is handling the stress. Just the other day a colleague called me up to tell that he was damn stressful and blurted that he is dissapointed with the coal manager.

Yup. That's me. And Sihin. He could mean Sihin alone. But he could meant both me and Sihin. Or ONLY me.

I have to admit that meeting his expectation for the past there months have been very, very strenous. I do this way and found out that it is only quarterly completed. I do the other way around and he'll say that is not the thing I should be worrying about for now. Juggling around doing the operational tasks and the other that are being piled up on daily basis on my table, more are being piled up. I know I should have stayed at work a little bit more to finish up but at 5:00, I just couldn't take it looking at more are being piled up. He continously said that spending more time at my table up to 8:00 at night doesn't mean that I am being efficient. He is right.

I blamed it on the fact that there are supposed to be two people doing the job and I end up being the only one completing the job.
I blamed it on the fact that it is a new job and I am not used to the managerial function.
I blamed it on the fact that logistics managers are not cooperating.

He is a boss that I look up to. The one that I respect. My loyalty lies with him. However, it is such a dissapointment to know that he is dissapointed in me. For all I know, I have not been meeting his expectations.

Here I am, succumbing deeper into the dissapointment, knowing that I have 6 more weeks to not being able to do anything but feeling guilty and helpless of not being able to prove that I can do much more than this.

The Stork Had Delivered

Baby girl is finally here!

It was a tough labor.

I got stain in the morning, however decided to wait until more sign. My sister Yan was home, so Azeuchry will be fine with his favorite aunt.

Went to the office and more stains coming in. Quickly wrapping up the meeting after lunch with Puru and the LEs for the 3 months plan then the Man came to pick me up to the hospital. It was around 4 pm.

Nurse took me for CTG. Baby heart rate was fine. Was just dilating 2 cm. She told me to better go home. However, when Dr. Delaila came, she asked me to stay and induced me with that pill that will soften my cervic.

Got my epidural at around 8:30 pm. The Man was superbly supportive when the anasthetician (how to spell? ) poke the tiny needle to my back. Then got that drip for induce. At 12:00 midnight, I was only dilating 4cm. Half a night and only 2 cm opening?

Dr. Delaila came in around 12:00 just to check and she said I was hydrated. Baby heart rate was also fast. They put the water into my body. She broke my water bag. Meanwhile, leg was feeling very very numb.

Both me and the Man slept around 3 hours but I regularly got up to see the heart rate graphs.

At around 4:00, they prepared me for labor since I was already 8cm. Baby, mommy can't wait to see you!. 4:30 a.m., start pushing. God! It was a tough job. After 45 minutes, I gave up and asked for vacuum. Dr Delaila came and 5 minutes later, the girl beautifully popped out! She was 3.13 kg but I really thought she was big at the first glance. She cried. Daddy hushed her softly and azam to her, when she stopped. She was pretty! Pretty little bundle! She suckled immediately when they put her next to my breast before pushing her to nursery.

Dr stiched me up. Back was terribly in pain. Both Daddy and Mommy stayed in the labor room until 8:00 in the morning to wait for room. Puked several time. Didn't dare taking any sips of water. But needed pain killer terribly since the effect of Epidural was already worn off. The Man slept , anyway. Geram betul, mentang mentang dah deliver anak dia, contraction yang lepas labor tu dia buat tak tahu....

Took my breakfast around 8:30 then ponstan did kill the pain.

So wasn't really a tough labor for some of the macho mothers. First was induced. Then requested for epidural. Then pushing for 45 minutes before gave up. Then requsted for vacuum. Ape ape je lah korang nak kata. Most importantly , the baby was safely delivered. Safely out of my womb. Back to my arms within minutes. Tak macam Azeuchry dulu, kena tunggu 24 hours baru boleh jumpa since the lung was infected.

Alhamdullilah for the safe delivery, safe baby.

Malaysian Media

I like the fact the stories about the opposition leaders / icons are appearing in our media, if not all. The Star, The Sun are amongst the leading, I observed.

Never mind if the stories are biased. Never mind if the stories are written with the little or lot of judgments. The stories are coming out.

The latest I read is the interview with Anuar Ibrahim in The Star's Sunday's column. Never mind if he did look he wanted to convey the message that Khairy Jamaludin is infact powerful (well, he didn't say exactly but the fact he went to see KJ to get his passport approved somehow managed the perception towards that.. clever huh).

It is a satisfactory feeling knowing that I can judge the stories rather than keeping it under the carpet all the time. I was getting sick reading the paper nearing the Election when all it came out about is the then current leading parties's news. The electronic were worse, both TV and radio. They advertised just like the shampoo brand. Was really sick. Towards the end, people who were thirst for real stories, turned into blogs. Then they started being mad at bloggers.

Well, if you asked me, the only reason why they lost is because they conquered the media. They thought by not giving airtime to the opposition, people won't know what were going on. Reality was, people turned to other sources to get the stories, and bad stories people were getting. Why not came clean? Let the opposition tell their stories, you tell yours and let the people judge.

It was only when people was not given the freedom to judge, then people will start thinking that there are things you wanna hide.

I am not at the opposition side. I inclined to believe that the current leading government was actually a bit better than the opposition side. However, I was glad that UMNO did given a lesson. A bitter one, but a lesson is yet to be consumed.

Coming back to the Star's Saturday column on Anuar Ibrahim, well it indeed gave water to the thirsty ones. Real water.

37th Week

Went to SJMC for check up this morning. The baby has turned, alhamdullillah, really drove me mad all these while knowing that her head was still up.

Been having contraction. Was at Armada with Baie, MD and a supplier when I suddenly stopped talking. Baie poked, laughingly, 'eh kau dah nak bersalin ek?'.. Orang tengah sakit, lagi mau buat kelakar. Apa punya boss...

But the contraction didn't last for more than one minute. Had another five minutes after but then dissapeared altogether.

Back to SJMC story this morning. SJMC is undergoing a major construction, which they will transfer the original car park into a five storeys carparks and three storeys new hospital wing.

My EDD has been moved from original 4th May to 29th April then to 21st April then to 10th May then today, back to 21st April.
Baby weighed 3.2 kg this morning! Eee besarnya.. rabak aku.
Dr Delaila will grant me a week medical leave starting from 21st April and I still have loads to complete at work. God, give me strength!

So baby, when are you coming out really? Can mommy request you to come out after mommy's birthday? So that mommy will have a good birthday meal?

Popeye

The Li'l Kiddo is hooked on Popeye.

My sister had this two DVD with like 20 short stories of Popeye (which we enjoyed when we were kids). Li'l Kiddo found it and has ever since been playing the two DVDs over and over again.

The Man kept saying that, 'It's just a phase. He'll get bored of it"

Until we heard from the Li'l Kiddo's mouth stuffs like, "Hey mi spinach!", "Oh My Gosh!", "Shimmer me timbers".

The English is driving me crazy!!!

When my Pink Laptop arrives, we could then finally watch TV because he played his POpeye DVD on my Laptop. Believe me, this is the third week the Pink Laptop arrives and is my second time used for Blogging, my only cyber activity nowadays beside M2u and face book.

So back to him speaking good English, I was looking for substitute. Bought Barney the DVD. No-uh, definitely not his type of series.

The Man had just came back from the Pasar Malam and found DVD of The Elmo's World. So whether he'll like this one.

About Who's Covering Me When I'm Gone

Okay.. it's me, again.

I have not been updating you guys. Guess was afraid that my pregnancy story is boring. But, it's not just about the pregnancy for now. Work has been hectic (so you'll say that hey my work has always been hectic). But it is super duper hectic now since I have about hmmm 8 more draft contracts to be negotiated, finalized and signed. Can't let Ida does that.

So , have I written about the GM is proposing Ida to cover me up when I go for my two months leave?

He said it'll boost up her confidence. That she is berkebolehan. That I have to trust in my colleague.

However, tell me, how can I trust someone to do my job if she herself can't differentiate from which contract is she executing the shipment ? If she herself can't be sure that she's taking the price correctly? If she herself can't count how many contracts are there in her basket?

I let her do the basket price calculation the other day. She just couldn't. Well, she sat on it, shall I say. It would be very simple for her if she would have tracked down all the contracts she have in hands since the beginning.

She is a friend.

But I just couldn't wait for the new guys to come and she can easily walk out from the Team.

I really hope Baie is right. I really hope Ida won't walk out on him when he needed help most.

Baie made the choice, anyway, why should I care huh?

Update

So update of mine:

1. I have not received my Pink Note Book from DELL. It had been two weeks they got my cheque and they said the part is not here yet.

2. I went to see the CEO for the second time last week and My No. 2 was not around. My No. 1, like always, fooled himself again. He simply pulled out graphs from my notebook when the CEO asked about the stock and not being able to explain the situation clearly to him later. Duhh! Apasal la bodoh sangat boss aku ni. Kot ye pun, study le dulu ape ke bende nye yang kau nak tunjuk tuu.... He came out from the room and said, 'I said exactly the same thing that you said but CEO doesn't believe me...! Why is he picking on me?". Urghh... I almost answered, because of your pea-sized brain, idiot.

3.I received four new younglings at work. Baie has implied that I should be training them, that he doesn't wanna have anything to do with them.

4. Baie is promoting my ex-boss and Ida. I told him that it is his choice and he should know who has stood by him during the crisis, who had walked out and who had acted that there's nothing to worry about. I told him to be aware since I 'll be leaving him for two months and he is to face consequence if these two are not performing.

5. Turned out to be my ex-boss did perform when Baie is not around! He prepared the slides himself, led the negotiation and went to see the CEO for the approval. Fair enough. Baie laughed around saying that today he feels that Sihin does earn his seniormanagership. I said you are happy because you have proven yourself right. So, I swept the dust under the carpet, hoping hard that Sihin won't fail Baie when I am not around.

So 5 updates about work.

I can't wait to go for my delivery and two months leave. BUT, what will happen at work scared me.

Update

Tot I owed u guys some updates of my life.

1. Abt two weeks ago, the Number 1, dragging No. 2, went to London and a crisis happened. So, during the CEO Update which No. 1 and No. 2 went weekly (well, No. 1 just kinda tag a long, it was No. 2 who took the heat and all), guess who went to take up the heat? Me! It was my first encounter with the CEO, who fired like machine gun. I knew the firing would come, prayed a lot that I won't break down and cry. Dah nak kena fire, nak buat camne. BUt the most important thing is, he approved whatever mitigation plan I put forth on the table. So that's kinda satisfying!

2. We went for check up to see the baby inside my womb. Yup. It's still a girl.

3. I got my Man a pair of Calvin Klein Jeans (which I never had one since the last two I bought cheap at Louisville Factory Outlet Store torn) and a shirt. He liked it!

4. We celebrated the Man's birthday (on Feb 4th) at his mother's place. (But of course, we met at home for me to give his birthday present and his birthday rompy-pompy session.... Yay!.. wife rulez). I bought Secret Recipe Choc Mud Cake (which I paid using Mastercard because the long line at ATM Machine near Midvalley and haven't paid, together with my lunch) and Mama had some lamb chop.

5. Right away after the celebration, I threw up twice at Mama's, and a few more times at home. I saw my breakfast inside the bowl, and everything I ate between morning to night. Was it gastric? Food poisoning? Overloading my own tummy?

6. Two weeks after, the same thing happen. I dragged the little boy's little chair into the toilet, practically putting my face into the toilet bowl until I saw my breakfast inside the bowl. Yuck!

7. The Man seriously and adamantly feel that the two series of face-inside-the-toilet-bowl is due to the carbonated drink. I think he is just jealous because his tummy can never take fizzy drink.

8. Still on celebration, we didn't celebrate Feb 14th. I silently felt good, thanking the numerous email we received through out the years on how Feb 14th was not supposed to be celebrated due to religious reason, that my Credit Limit is still below my alarming limit, after the bomb spent on CK Jeans. And Secret Recipe Choc Mud Cake.

9. Did I tell the last scan still shows that it's a girl?

Four Days, Fooh That's A Long Break!

We got Thurs and Fri off for the Chinese New Year (CNY) Celebration. We took off back to my hometown last weekend, so I thought we could go and roam the town during the four days break.

However, nicely, the Man had decided to play Badminton on the morning of the first day and his ankle decided to sprain itself.

There goes our four days break.

Quote of the Day

May you always be so busy blessing that you have no time to judge.

Updates

Last Thursday
We finally settled down all the Slides for the tomorrow's CEO briefing. The Man (my beloved Man) came to fetch me, only found out that he has to send me back to office to get all the Papers done.


Last Friday
Five minutes before the MD the Stupid Cow (My Man will kill me for swearing) went into the CEo room, he called up a few of us scolding that the presentation was not according to what he wanted. Hello!!! If you would have checked the presentation earlier, instead of early in the morning before the meeting, you would have been prepared. Idiot!
He came back from the meeting, lecturing us about how everyone shall start communicate to each other and tell each other that all Papers must be written using Arial 10. Duh! I really thought it was something to do with the contents or figures or graphs or something.
Baie was not back that quickly.

Last Saturday
I decided to still call him the Stupid Cow. Went to watch semifinals of Malaysian Open and witnessed Lee Chong Wei won. Great Kiddo was having fever, we dragged him to the stadium anyways and had to entertain him outside the stadium a few times. He, being cranky, said exactly the opposite of what we're saying, that plus cheering. We said, "maalysia boleh!" and he screamed "Malaysia tak boleh!". I dared not look around, people will be saying what kind of parents we were.

Last Sunday.
Stayed home. Watched finals and LCW won again. Started fever. Drank barley drink so that it'll cool me off.

Last Monday.
Two meetings that I had to attend going on at the same time. I had to go in the Supplier's meeting since I've not concluded anything for the new contracts awarded. Then the Customer's meeting, no other managers attended too, at last Ida had to drag Puru in. Ida was putting long big face, pretending that the world should know that her meeting was ignored. Typical! I asked her whether she wanted me in, she said, 'tak pe, tak penting pun customer meeting ni'. There you are, served you right. Ingat orang tahu ke apa dalam kepala hotak kau. Tell people what you really feel la, instead of keeping revenge afterwards. Geram betul aku ngan orang yang pretend that she in nobody but actually craving for attention ni. Kebudak-budakan!
It was a big day for Baie, the GM(O) interview was on so I really don't wanna bother him eventhough I was so itchy of knowing what really happened in the CEO's room.
I prayed hard that the Stupid Cow won't offend Baie in the interview.
Flu was really bad. I had difficulty breathing. Settled everything at four, drove back, went back to the clinic and got my ventolin nebulizer. Took flu medicine, slept until 6, woke up and called Baie to ask how the interview went.

Last Tuesday.
Ida (who is seated in front of me) kept making remarks the whole day about how unimportant she feels. She made remarks as though I was not even her friends anymore, as though I don't have a heart to get hurt. I held my patience, plus the Stupid Cow was demanding attention, too. He asked everybody to sit down with him to go through the last Board Meeting' minutes. Stupid! At the end, I asked everybody to fill up the spreadsheet, and I patiently sat with him going through the details to prepare himself for the Board Meeting. Ini ka orang yang dapat gaji beriban riban banyak dari aku? Nak baca minutes pun malas!
Then, LiKwoTei was pronounced as the Manager (Logistics) Ida had to report to. She walked off from the office as soon as the news leak. Everytime there 's a problem, you'll walk out. Walaupun kadangkadang I was in need of your work to be completed.
Then the smses started coming in. "you are in coal, you don't know how i feel being in logistics. Ignored all the time. bla bla bla". Hello! First , sicne when these two are separated functionally (since LiKwoTei came in). Second, I was in logistics for seven bloody years!
Aku malas nak cakap ngan orang yang pikir the world revolves around her whenever she had problem. I punched out the card for her anyway. Karang punch card tak punch out, dapat internal query pulak. Walked out from the office around 8 at night.
I ended yesterday, walking out at the park with the Great Kiddo with the big moon showing his face. A bliss! The Man cancelled his bowling and I felt so great seeing his face back home. So many things wanted to be pouredm, but all choked inside and I just could say, "I'm glad to see you home, today", repeatedly.
I really did.

Today. Wednesday. The Thaipusam.
Finally checked out the new restaurant called the Rain for dinner. Food was great, ambience was calm. Most importantly, I did have time talking to the Man about what happened at work.

Tomorrow.
Working day, lots to prepare, Board Meeting in the afternoon, Customer meeting in the morning.
Decided not to call MD Stupid Cow anymore. Few days is enough.
Decided to not interfere with Ida's business anymore. And not to be bothered with her whines and cries. She is too much pampered. At that age, at that position, she should be taking a lot more pressure.
Decided not to be the one who tegur Ida, anyway. Biar orang lain tegur, or biar ada satu event that make her realize that she needs to grow up. It'll be a tough lesson for her, but a lesson that she will never forget. If there is no lesson learnt, then too bad fo rher.
Decided to be her listening friend anyway. Listening I'll do, advicing I'll do not.

Tomorrow is a better day.
A lot more tasks will get accomplished.
A pink Notebook by Dell is coming.