Happy Birthday Sobri!

Am early in the office to use the streamyx and to wish Sobri, a very Happy Birthday!


Clipperseep is listening to: Biarlah Rahsia by Siti Nurhaliza lingers around. Wonder whether Farhan AF4 can sing it tomorrow.

Sorry for the Long Silence

I have written about how the IT Dept has blocked all blogs, fotopages webs from being accessed within the internet facilities of this mighty company.

And you'd know on how impossible it was for me to login after getting the boy to sleep.

Tonight, I took a large mug of Tongkat Ali Ginseng Coffee just to be awake and blog!

The thing is, I am sooooo excited for tomorrow. It is our vacation to Kuching!! Yeahhoooo!!!! I packed the whole things into one big briefcase, strugling arranging and re-arranging stuff. Finally, I got all in (except for one big towel which should be used as the Boy's blanket) after spreading the diapers evenly on top of Mommy's and Daddy's shirts.

I planned this for half a year. We got the ticket KL-Kuching for RM298.00 (for two adults and one baby) during the AirAsia promotions last Decemer. Not bad huh... Then the Man spent another RM800 I think for the hotel. It isn't really fair, is it? I wanted to go, I booked the flight, then he ended up paying much more than me. But we DESERVE this vacation! Okay okay... I wanna stop thinking about it or I'll be swimming in the sea of guilt.

Hey ya I must remember to tell the Man about little AZ screaming, "A-bit" seeing the rabbit in the Honk, Toots and Swo-swoosh.

I also finally get to read the Shophalics by Sophie Kinsella and I think she's great. Gotta buy a few more of hers. I also have applied leave for next Monday and Tuesday , just to do my stuff. You know, usual stuff like roaming the mall, or doing the hair or just reading some books that I 've been wanting to read. So next Monday and Tuesday, I'll be spending ME time. The baby will be sent to the baby sitter, the Man will be attending course and I get to do all the things I've been enjoying. Of course we will try to squeeze time for any movie, if there's any the Man could catch.

Hmm... it is a bliss, isn't it, to think of how to leave work. I think work is like always, busy busy busy but with the two new bees, I get to spend more time on the report the MD was bugging. The monthly report now will be much more meaningful, useful to us, rather than just figures to be presented to the higher management.

TV Shows. I missed the finale of Grey's Anatomy (ugghh!), I missed two of Charmed but gotta see the finale last night. Akademi Fantasia, catching the diaries here and there but I missed the Prelude and the First concert. The OC is getting interesting even though I think Marissa's character is getting annoying. Don't think the girl knows how to act. (Marscha Burton or whatsoever the name was).

On AF. AZ now knows how to dance to "Menuju puncak, gemilang di hati!", exactly like what Cikgu Corrie taught. He raised his hands up above his head, put them together and swirled them around before bringing them close to his heart. Ahhh... I think that's cool. He's glued to the diaries, just like Mommy. On AF. I like Velvet the most, I think the girl is the most honest and of course, she is not fat!! I just feel like texting to the AF15 , "Screw to those who said she's FAT!". She is just chubby, but the arms are not flabby, the tummy is not bulging, and the butt is just nice. I think Farhan's butt is much bigger. On AF. Three different people I know, sitting across the state, have claimed that they thought Farhan looks just like me.

The coffee is wearing off. Hope to blog again. I miss blogging, I do, really. See ya!

Current Achievement

Current Favorite Album: DEWA, which has Laskar Cinta, but my favorite is track 12.
Current Favorite Craze: 2 x 3 SUDOKU (okay, my brain is too litle for that 3 x 3 .. I never get to finish even one of 3 x 3.
Current Spoken Harsh Word: Hangin satu badan! (spoken about a vendor who jaja keliling cerita dapat contract, padahal ntah dapat ke tidak)
Current Favorite Series: Grey's Anatomy (oh there I was speaking about MRI and stuffs)
Current Seen HBO Movies: 5 Person You Met in Heaven.
Current Most Awaited TV Show: Of course, Akademi Fantasia 4.
Current Drama Hit Me Most: Believe it or not, Salina 2... Haha.. the Kamal character is so handsomely portrayed. I fall in love within seconds.. for every move he made, every wise words he spoken.
Current Important Thing That I Proscrastinate Doing: BEM Registration! Finally get it done on Tuesday.

The Ear Story Ere!

Over Mama's place, has just put AZ to sleep. Okay, I lied... I lured him to sleep just so that I could spend sometime alone. He, had just finished his bath, was still goo-gaaing with the birds outside when he gulped down the whole 7 ounces milk. I lured him by taking a cotton bud and did both of his ears. Tak aci, kan? But that does put him to nap, I hope for another two hours.

I had a thing with the ear. I did mine with a small tiny metal kinda thing, one of the things I do daily. I had one placed on my bedside table, another one on the tv, so that I could just grab and do it every time the urge comes. When big hard wax came out, the satisfaction was beyond words.

I also had a thing with The Man's ears and AZ ears. Thee heee.... I could do them straight for minutes until my back aches or they got restless. Not until the big hard thing came out, twirling I would inside their ears.

Can't Blog From Work, Nomore!

My ever so clever IT Dept has decided to block a few websites and blogspot is one of them! :( I was hmmphfing with Gartblue / Lothloriendor the other day over her room on how unfair it is for blog maniacs like us. I did blog a few using my PDA keyboard , haven't gotten the chance to upload them yet.

I actually missed blogging so much. It is the only place where I think of whenever the ideas are flowing like river down to the sea. Haven't been blog hopping, missed reading Salman's and Muaz's and Lothloriendor's too.

A few major items has taken place.

First, the one month of On Job Training for the two newbees has ceased yesterday. They did a presentation which I didn't get to see much since vendors are collecting their Letters. Pretty much, I think the boss is proud of them, and of me for training them well. Come monday, the real juice will come out, and you'll see how panick these two could be liasing with the hard to understand Indonesians, putar belit at their own whims Koreans and of course, the funny slangs of the Aussies! I'd enjoy laughing...

Second, MizAnoi has been buddy buddy with me again... and she has been showing off extraordinarily during any of the Staff Meetings. Rumors had it that she did ask a lot of questions during a recent in house training ida organized, but all the questions are of course, crap! Even our clerk had asked better and much intelligent questions. Hmmpfhh... The newbees are noticing on where she is seated in every of the staff meeting (next to the most powerful boss in the room). I say nothing, I let them experience her by themselves.

Third, the Mega BlockBuster Sale of Metrojaya is unbelievably fantastic! You may get 50% of GUESS bags, 50% on Guy Laroche's, up to 70% of Tuscano. I bought two, was thinking of handing Ida one, since she has been carrying the knapsack to any of the meeting, but when I took a look at them again, hmm decided to keep both! I didn't get to chance to browse thru the apparel but the bags are irresistable!

Fourth, last night was Bong Chiew Ping's wedding. She, Edina, Min and me were the only girls in the Mechanical Engr class, we were housed in a same apartment. When they played the slide shows, strong gut feeling says that our picture will be there, true enough! There was me, Edina, Min and her at the Speech Day (the final day of the Communication Class, where everyone was invited to listen to the six finalist of great speakers). I was thrilled and Min, by myside, was too. She remembered us that dear! She honored the memories of us, the first Malay friends she had, the only ones she became roomate to. My eyes were stinging, happily of course.

Fifth, exactly a year ago, on this day, I was at Laban Rata preparing to sleep for the next summit ascending (where MizAnoi decided to give up at KM 8.0!) I knew it from then on, I would always be a winner in her eyes.


Clipperseep is listening to:Great White, Save Your Love
Clipperseep has read the headline today:What Security Commissions was doing??!!
Moment of day:Sipping mama's mint tea and it was surprisingly delicious.

To Buy

The Man is having his bowling game tomorrow at OU. Yay! I decided to tag along and drag AZ too. His game is at 2:30. So I guess, we can catch up with the famour japanese buffet spread. He was talking about it for the one millionth time, I think. He went on and on about how big the place was, that the spread was too big to be covered within the meal times. I imagine all the sashimi and miso soup..... slurpy!

But perhaps we won't get to eat Japanese. After 12:00 is AZ nappy time and God knows how cranky can he be when he is sleepy. Perhaps we would just settle for a bowl of noodle back home and only then go to OU.

But I got a list of things to buy:

1. My two way cake foundation by Channel was finally converted to loose powder last month. That is the only foundation that doesn't introduce itchiness on my skin. It costs around RM160 plus the casing, but I got the casing anyway.

2. I gotta shop for a big bag. The one Mom in law bought is too small to fit my wireless keyboard.

3. I need to find few birthday cards for yan, ida, mak and alang and some teacher's day card.

4. AZ, I think, needs a new pair of shoes.

See whether I can find all those with AZ along and The Man bowling.


p/s Just wanna say hi to DogGirl.


Clipperseep is listening to:
Clipperseep has read the headline today:
Moment of day:

Cutting Line

On the way to work, I will pass thru the Bali Commerce Leisure Square where there will be two lines of cars trying to get in front of me to get to Federal Highway. Of course, me, coming out from Mentari, tried to get infront of the people coming down from Puchong. But we were on the right lane, trying to fish for sympathy in order to get down to Federal Highway. But we were on the right lane.
However, there are some cars cutting the two lines infront of the Bali Commerce Leisure Square taking the wrong lane (they took the lane going into instead). I thought that these cars did it unintentionally.
COuld be that it was the day where they didn't hear the alarm but they had to get to work early because there is this morning meeting with the boss,
or could be that their kids got sick and threw up on their shirts, forcing them to change thus delayed starting the car,
or car had to be jump started,
or they just have to get to work fast because they simply need to poop.
You see, I was trying so hard to think of the positive side of their stories.
But , it was actually wrong!
These are the same people driving the same car, cutting the line every damn same day! They did this on purpose! They just refuse to stay to wait in line like the others!

Tantrum

Tonight is a bliss.

For two previous nights, Azam Zikry was behaving very unusual. It was like, it was not him. It was just not him. He threw himself on the bed, twisting around and screamed at the top of his lung. He constantly mengamuk tak tentu pasal when not given things that he wants, turned his head 180 degrees and plopped himself on the floor screaming. Ohh yoohh tak tahan! I kept wondering why.
1. Could it be because everybody at Kampung paid atention to chubby cheruby Baby Soleh instead of him?
2. Could something followed him back home from the reserve forest where we went to the waterfall? *spooky eh*
3. Could the fever last week lingered around his body?

Whatever it is, I tried so hard tonight not to let him start throwing tantrum. We went back home, quickly boiled over tomyam for dinner, I had my quick shower then we went to pick him up earlier than the days in the previous weeks. We carefully chose few toys that he hadn't seen for a while and started reading him books. Whenever he started to turn around and screamed, I quickly picked him up and played hide and seek or round-round-the-garden. It worked!

He took around 45 minutes to doze off, anyway, after twisting around the bed but screaming he did not and I was so thankful. At around 9:45, I could come down and blogged. ALlhamdullilah.

And I am blogging while watching this Love Chappel at Channel V and their tiny little monkey having epilepsy! macam tak ada cerita lain.....!

Oh ya I have to apologize for tilting your head sideways looking at Baby Soleh's pix. Wasn't sure which one did I upload to the blog until I look at them! Haha.. anyway, those were taken by my O2.. not bad huh?



Clipperseep has read the headline today: Member of Parliament told the Custom to let a timber smugler go!
Moment of day: Oh ya did I tell you that I had mmy hair cut short? Cool.... there I was again, washing my hair and getting it dried within seconds!

The Birthday, The Long Weekend and Baby Soleh!

Hello people.... I am blogging from kampunng11 not reallly bblogging online bbut I am typing it at my pDAA using thhe new pda keyoard bluetooth that the man gave me for mybbirthday........
Wwell which one do you want to talk first.... The pda keyyboard oor the irthday... Let's jsst talk aout the birthday.... It was my 29tth!!!!! How sad is that, haing the last irthday efore we turn 30... So to redeem the hhappiness I once felt everytime my birthdayy came since I ws little, I started the birthday celebration a day before by reminding everyone at work of my birthdaythrogh emamil. I pratiallyask all of them a kiss in the morning (off coure I expected it rom thhe girls onll)

Along thhe week I hae been reminding the man to buy me my birthday present

On the morning of 28th, I received few sms and then sent n sms reminder to eerybodywho didn''t send. it was by thewaya ery usyday I cancelled the half day I was suuupoed to tttaake to go and wath a moie. I arrieed home ar/oond 7 and then the man took me to japanese semi buffet at Sheraton's, where he ordered a hoft stone sefood and a ay ockaroach acme out from the stove... Hahaha...... He also bought me a ouquet of lilliies whih smells good!!!!

Kak ida gave me a kain to do baju kurung. None of my family members remembers (or because I was headinnng bak kampng thhe dy after)

Ssomebody emaiiled aabout ho excited we were whe were 9. People asked how old are you, are you ten ? Then you'll bbbe like,,,, yes allmost.... But then iwhen it comes to 29, if people dare asking me, are you 30? I'll be llike, no I am 29....... guee tat is what love and hate relationship between human (or girls0 and nnumber......

Anyway it's just a number... Like manysaid. .and
Here I am, being a 29 and blgoging ffrom my lblle tootfh keyboard... It's not so conevnient, many are wronglyspelt... Bt it doe its purpose.........

Now that I have cut and pasted the notes I blogged using my PDA keyboard, it sucks eh? I’ll give it a few more tries…..

Anyway, the whole team came back home. Mazian and Arris came home with me and The Man. Hamdan with his wife and the four months and 7 kgs baby Soleh picked Hidayah up from Kuantan. We arrived first at around 12:00 and then they arrived at around 15:00. Apak looked so thrilled and he went and picked up some kelapa muda an hour later. With ice, we were fed till the last drop… yummy! Sadly, The Man wasn’t there to join the hoo-la-la, he was flat, sleeping, unmoved. Ye la.. driving the new car for three hours, refusing to take pit stop will put him to that mode, surely.

We went to the Lata Kekabu the legendary waterfall on Sunday noon. Went back on Monday noon. With all the food (pulut jagung, nasi lemak, laksa, ikan bakar, sup tulang), I am confidently saying that food is the way the family shows love and affection.

Blogging Honestly

Could possibly some friendships got tarnished after one reads the other's blog?
What would some says when they read what I wrote?

I occasionally receive, "You gotta delete that, it's too sensitive", "That's so revealing about the job you do", from the Man and end up correcting.

Whilst I am very very adamant about living your life honestly, I believe that there are hearts to be taken care of, relationships to be considered.

My advise would be to maintain a separate blog where you can just write about anything. Eveytime you write an entry, write them in the normal blog and quickly publish your entry. (You won't get the best out of your entries if you do it in the Word and keep edit and re-edit). View your blog and see whether it would be "the entry" that will hurt people. If you feel it is, transfer to that secret blog you have.

Isn't it just hard to be honest?

His New City!

As I am blogging, the Man is out of the house, picking up his new Honda City!

Alhamdullilah, the other car is finally here after a 5 months hunting.

Fever's Gone

Alhamdullilah, the fever is finally gone. I don’t know what cured it at the end, the antibiotic obviously doesn’t. He was three days on that antibiotic and still no change. So it could be:
1. the wheat grass drink he sipped.
2. the other cough syrup K Endon fed.
3. the rectal paracetamol.

Anyways, I’m just glad I could see him laugh again. Suddenly I feel the sun shines down on me, again. Isn’t it a wonder to come home to a smiling kid?

Grey's Anatomy

Grey’s Anatomy

I wish you guys could see this. This series is just awesome. Did I blog about it is a combination of Scrubs( plus the humor) and ER? Sometimes it has some mysteries to solve like the one in Medical Investigation (and Medical Investigation is the combination of CSI and ER). Plus you got to see some action like the one in the Sex in the City!

Okay. The main character is Dr. Meredith Grey. Her mom is a famous surgeon, but now suffering of Alzhemeir. She and a bunch of other new surgeon are interns at this one hospital. Three surgeon at the hospital is one black woman, Burke and one hot male whom Meredith had a one night stand with. The other interns, one interesting character, I feel, is Dr. Yang, an American Korean. Her hair is like all over the place but she’s like the most keen one. Dr. Model a.k.a Bethany Whisper is a part-time model, finished paying up the USD200,000 study loan but being laughed here and there among the interns. Those three ladies are my favorite character.

You see, the intern surgeons are much much more energetic and high spirited than the New Engineers at my company. They fought for scrapping session (standing beside an operating table beside a surgeon, get to look at all the procedures done and end up stiching), waited eagerly to be called to an operating theatre and never wanted to miss a chance of witnessing a surgeon done (from a room located above the operating theatre with clear glass to see what’s going on inside the theatre).

Sometimes they have to deal with the emotional part of the job, telling the patients or the patients’ families about what and what nots. I think this part is the hardest, harder than reading numerous books on every tiny little thing inside a human’s body.

Of couse one of things that excite me is the romance building up between Meredith and her mentor.

Catch Grey's Anatomy at Star70 every Wednesday 9:00 to 10:00. Cheh macam iklan pulak!

Just Wish

Ouch That Hurts!

I just know from Sob The Rie that MizAnoi claimed that she can’t do certain work because simply she can’t get some data from me. She claimed that even the MD knows that her and I are not in talking terms!
She thinks that I feel that she’s a threat.

First, wasn’t her the first one who start the cold war?
Second, it hasn’t been smooth since she was outside the Team.

Pandai sunggu h la budak ni buat cerita… I was furious. Then thought it through and decided to just storm into her room the next day.

That is the day where she started talking to me back, simply because she need one customer’s address. She then was in the same bowling team with me during last week bowling’s match and happily giving me five everytime I hit spare.

You see, I’m tired of these acts she’s putting. Tired of living in the same office with her and let her have the power of communicating to me. I’m tired of running away, feeling hurt. I’m tired of blogging about what do I actually feel, just so that I won’t have to let all the feelings out in front of the colleagues. (reason simply because I don’t wanna be seen as the one who badmouth people at work… I draw a very thick line between personal feeling and work).. I just wish that she’s out of my life, forever, for good.

Just wish.

Welcome Back

Wanna welcome back Dayang n Ida..

Burn, Burn, Burn.

Little Azam Zikry was burning the whole day yesterday. Since last Thursday, the temperature tend to get higher at night and went normal during the days. But Sunday, he got him sitting next to him all the time.
Tuk Mama and Tuk Wan came for a visit and I got all the “You mustn’t”, “You should”, “You must”, “Cannot”.
We inserted the rectal paracetamol and he get to sleep thru the night after four previously endless nights. Endless nights filled with little arguements whether the towel shall be tepid water or warm water, whether the hair shall be dry so that he won't get flu, whether we should put on sweater or not...
..sigh...

Left Over Food

Do you eat your frozen left over?

The Man went through the freezer and was nagging all the time about all the food we froze and didn’t end up eating.
The thing is, I always hesitated serving the frozen.
Hesitated I always was, too, throwing them away.
So the energy was used to freeze to wash away the guilt of throwing away.

Blower’s Daughter by Damien Rice

Went to Berjaya Times Square (LRT Asia Jaya – KL Sentral RM2.00, Monoroal KL Sentral – Imbi RM1.60, not bad at all!) to pick my Mini O2, then thought of browsing around. Saw Border’s, passed thru two times, resisted going in but went in the third time I passed the store, by the way. Got myself a Damien Rice‘ album. Thought Blower’s Daughter is the most honest song of the year. Mostly are violin and guitar. You can almost hear him cry in the song.
I played it repeatedly this morning on the way to work and the emotion linger around within me.
Aggh… can’t take my mind of you….!

Bye bye Shidah

Shidah is going to Dubai tomorrow with Harris Sazwan and Sara Umaira!
Have a nice trip!!!

Ridzuan Razaai

I probably had spent gallons of ink writing this guy's name over and
over paper: behind text books, behind each note books, in pieces of
paper, colored papers, on my arms, accumulatively since I was 7. I grew
up thinking that I love him, that he is the one I look forward to
everyday we went to school, that I will one day marry him. He is the
first guy whose lips brushed mine It was an accident, we were like
practically colided each other when we were 9 (or was it 8?), but I
regard that as the first kiss I had, aahh.. so romantic. Few aunts got
married and spent Raya away from our homes, made me think that he is a
perfect match for me since we will be coming back to the same hometown
every Raya. I grew up thinking that I will marry someone from the same
hometown! I think he is meant for me, my house number was 32, so does
his (of course, from a different kampung). In the game of F.L.A.M.E.S.,
he (his full name) is a friend to me, and I am a friend to him, and we
ended up in L: LOVE. But his firs tname and my first name has a
different story, he is an enemy to me, and I wanna marry him (God that
was so true), we ended up admiring each other. Perhaps the second run
was much correct.
We were like the closest friends at school, top two pupils at the whole
darjah, and how could I be a girflriend to a close friend? When were
11, we grew apart, he was totally in a different world (because he moved
to a different class, sounds more like he moved to a different country
eh? *chuckled*). Then we stopped talking. The only time we talked is
during the prefect meetings, or when fixing the flags on the school
poles. I was so embarassed just to walk by his class just to see where
was he seated. But I caught him staring at me few times whenever he
passed me. In a way, I miss the times when we were seated next to each
other and just fought non-sensely whether cat should be an omnivor
instead of a carnivore. Two final years of my sekolah rendah was a sad
one. Plus, he has become more popular at school. He was like the
football , volleyball, badminton and all sort of other balls STAR. Me,
being an asthaematic child, sat quietly at the canteen when people were
talking about going for a match to another school with him. I was the
shy timid girl admiring him from outside the football field when our
school was the home. I think he run the fastest and kicks the most goals
(or perhaps I didn't understand the rule much) Rumor had that he even
had a pet sister. My heart was crushed, then I vowed to myself that the
day I tell him of how I feel will be the final day I live in a country
called Malaysia. (sooooooo dramatic!) The last day of sekolah rendah, I
sat at the staircase waiting for him just to say that he'll miss me. He
never did and I was the last to leave school.
So there I was, sitting on the staircase thinking that I will never love
another. (bear you that I was 12!). I vowed to myself that I will make
sure I get myself to the States and before flying off, I'll be reaching
him just to tell how much feelings I had had for him, and never, never
set my footback hometown again!
Yes, I did go to the States seven years later. No, he wasn't there to
say good bye, neither he knew I was flying. I was, of couse, was in
between relationships (eithers is not with him). I have forgotten the
vow I made of telling him and not coming back.
Until the day I printed my wedding invitation cards (of a wedding not
with him, and either of the two relationships I was in!). That is about
20 years after I silently declared my feelings to him. The day I
collected the boxes of the cards back home, he called and we met. Turned
out to be we were in the same neighbourhood near USJ. I was nervous
during dinner and told some stupid jokes just to cover things up. He was
practically quiet. He walked me to my car, still quiet. He looked at me
opened up my door, I stared at him and neither of us said any words. I
drove away, thinking that the feelings were never get told.
Then I had it. That night, I called him up again and poured the whole
thing. I started by saying that aren't you not sad that I am getting
married? Things then started to flow. I was no longer the shy timid girl
waiting for him at the staircase. I told him about the first kiss, he
didn't remember that. But he said he remembered kicking a ball hard to
an opponent who has been staring at me outside the football field. (did
he? I couldn't remember, or more that I didn't understand football
much!). He remembered a few things he did for me, and I couldn't recall
any of those, vice versa. Turned out to be that HE ACTUALLY LIKED ME TOO!
All the crushes I have for him are sweet memories. If we would have
became an item, and broke up, all the sweet memories would become
totally the opposite.
Ahhh.. my real puppy love. A plain cinta monyet unfinished. Or was it a
Perhaps Love?