Our Saturday

I am watching Akademi Fantasia concert. Almost all of them suck at singing. They pratically murdered the song. Brutally.

I can't believe I'm watching the concert.

Anyways.

Today's a hactic day for the whole clan. The kids had school so Deli and I took the opportunity to have a quiet breakfast.

Deli had nasi lemak

I had roti planta, for the lack of choice..

Headed straight to Low Yatt for some thingy majingy for my laptop and Deli's craving for Command & Conquer. It was still early, mind you but Deli assured me that most of the shops would be open by the time we get there (NOT!!).

We had to wait for almost an hour and a half. A period well spent in Sg Wang. Heheh. No purchases though, I was being a good girl. Plus, it was kinds wierd when almost all of the staff in Parkson greeted you with 'Good Morning'. It kinda killed my desire to shop - in peace.

Around noon, we rushed to pick up the kids from school only to find that they were nowhere to be seen. Deli made a call to the nursery but they were not there. He called the bus driver and alhamdulillah, they were safely in the vehicle.

Ah but that was a total relief. Apparently, they were already in front of the house - the empty house! Deli told the nice lady to drop them off at the nursery. Made our way to the nursery to pick them up and planned to have lunch of their choice.

Well they couldn't come to an agreement on where to go and adik decided to be difficult. After driving around for a while, we decided to head home. Adik cried and cried to pretest the decision. It's good exercise for his lungs so we let him cry a little bit more.

Later in the afternoon, we went to GE Mall for early dinner (yup, no lunch). I had to get some baby stuff for my boss's new twin girls. The kids didn't order anything at first - they finally agreed that they wanted to have MacDonald's. Too bad. MacDonald's would have to wait until we're done with the current meal. I hope they now know that they need to accept the consequences of their actions and decisions.

Ten minutes later, both of them decided to forget about MacDonald's and ordered from the menu. Good kids!

After the meal, kakak decided that she'd go for a haircut.

Tada....
The close up

She looked adorable!! Then again, she's my kid. For all I know, she's the prettiest 8 year old alive. Heheh.

On the way back home, we found adik sound asleep at the back seat with the lolly still in his mouth. Cute. Hehehe.

Oh Ika was voted out of AF this week. Good choice. She couldn't sing a tune.

Best of all, I have dressed up my laptop.

Ain't she pretty?

Alrighty.

Both kids are asleep. I had a mere 5 hours sleep last night, thanks to Arif whom I chatted with and later on left me talking to myself! Mangkuk ah.

Need sleep. Over and out.

p/s: somehow the spacing and paragraph are not working. Apologies if this entry seems unorganized.

Walking on Water

Nothing is fair. I got it the first time.

I offered to start off ROP Project: Phase 3 but the series of unfortunate events piling on since last week has deterred my intention and interest. Since I offered, I am certainly allowed to call it off.

Good news for me, bad news for the team. Tough luck. Once in a while, I deserve to be mean.

I have done what I can, to the best of my ability. If you refuse to work with me, then I’m sorry – you have to settle your own problems.

Maybe I trust people too much. Too easily. The repercussions of betrayals are never pretty.

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I hate being mean and bossy.

It gets the job done and people are religiously abiding to my ‘orders’, no doubt.

I just don’t feel good about it. I hate the fact that I have to be mean to get things done.

Then again, I guess the ‘beast’ is in everyone. It unleashes itself once in a while. More frequent for some people, maybe.

Oh well, pussy in the well.

I'm Not a Perfect Person

I have a lot to say but I couldn’t find the words. The right words.

I guess I’m hitting pretty low right now.

Managing a crappy project, no specific job scope and not knowing if the new arrangement for my department is official at any point. I don’t even know if we are actually needed in the company. Legal department was just dissolved last week.

Things are weird and awkward and crappy between the Dutchman and myself. I hate that we’re not talking like we used to.

I have 2 best buds that made me laugh everyday but when we bid goodbye and parted ways, I was back to feeling down and crappy inside.

Everyone’s career is blossoming while mine is just dull. Arid. Boring. Uninteresting.

It’s funny though. No matter how much I hated Bossy Boss back then, I absolutely loved my job.

It’s also funny that I was truly passionate about my job back in VS despite the commotions.

It’s weird that I have a great boss but I don’t have that much interest for my job.

Should I be looking for a new job then? But that would mean leaving good friends behind. I hate that thought. Especially when I am very selective and picky when it comes to friends. Not because I’m smug but because I am very careful on where I plant my trust.

The world is unfair. I get that.

Pretty much everything is crappy at the moment but the washroom at my level is back to normal after a month of riot.

Ah. Life is balanced once more.

Happy Anniversary

To my best friend,

Thank you for always being there when I need you. Well except when you were away for business. I have said this a million times before and I will not stop saying it to you. I mean it then, now and forever.

Well, hello! You seriously think that I'm gonna say it here? Fat chance people! Heheh.

Happy 9th Anniversary!

I sent Deli a basket full of cookies and muffins. Pretty eh?

It's from AZ Gift Baskets. They have a variety of stuff in there with reasonable prices.

About A Friend

A friend was extremely happy yesterday. His request to transfer to another department in the company was finalized. He’s officially in the new department as of March 3rd.

We were supposed to transfer together but I changed my mind.

When I learned about the news, I couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit jealous. Okay. Maybe not that tiny.

I was mad at myself for a minute or two. I questioned myself – did I make the right choice? Did I just blew a good job offer?

For a while, I couldn’t answer those questions. All I know was that my fingers were dialing away another friend’s phone extension to ask him out for lunch. Along the conversation, he asked if I need him to lend his ears – which I denied almost immediately while maintaining my cool. He laughed - accusingly. Darn. What the heck, he just nailed it and I finally admitted accompanied by polite curses while he continued laughing. How did he get to be so good at this?

While I waited for his royal highness to show up for lunch, I kept thinking about that particular friend (who transferred). I just don’t understand why I’m feeling all these when I should be happy for him. In fact, I have not felt anything but glad that he managed to get away from his former department for as long as I could remember. So what’s with the pang of jealousy?

I had to fix this. I texted him and asked if he would like to join us for lunch.

I knew it was the right thing to do because the moment I saw him, I couldn’t help but feel happy for him. Truly happy. He is after all, a good friend of mine and we have shared a substantial amount of ups, downs, gossips and such.

I was being silly. Really.