About Adik

I was reading Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallow while adik next to me, watched cartoon.

‘Mummy, adik suka pegi sekolah agama sebab adik belajar banyak benda. Adik rasa nak pegi sampai adik besar’, he said without taking his eyes off the tv.

Tell me, which mother in this world would not be happy to hear such statement from a child??

Alhamdulillah. I could not be happier. The fruit of labor has started to show. The fact that he wanted to attend school because he loves learning stuff was simply amazing. He’s only 7 years old and yet, he has that capability to be open about how he feels.

I wrote in here once (when we were looking for a kindergarten for kakak) that we want the kids to attend school because they wanted to and not because they had to.

Adik made my day by stating the obvious. Thank you, adik :)

Secrets and Hopes

Kakak surprised me with her request to buy a notebook. Not just a plain notebook but a diary. Secret diary, were her exact words.

My oh my. I just couldn’t believe my ears. She has surprised both Deli and I quite often lately.

First, she showed off her talent in sports. She was in the 75 meters race and the 4x25m relay. She even brought home a medal for the relay event. This was the same girl who sat around, cheering for her fellow friends in the same carnival last year!

When we asked if she’s participating in any event, she just mentioned that she’s in the ‘baton-passing’ thingy. That was it. Imagine our surprise when the announcer called her name for the 75m race!! Deli rushed off to the finishing line to capture the historical moment!

Anyways, back to the secret diary. Kakak mentioned that nobody is allowed to read her diary – it being secret and all, except for adik and me. Deli voiced his frustration to the unfairness and kakak caved for a minute before announcing that NOBODY is allowed to read the diary at all.

‘I can help to check you spelling, you know’ I said, trying my luck. Guess what? She said OKAY. Hahahahah. The boys didn’t look happy at all.

She started writing almost immediately after we got home. As agreed, I get to check her spelling, followed by an open book discussion with Deli and adik.

Oy, this is not fair!

Hahaha. We’re just glad that she’s expressing her thoughts in a way she’s comfortable with. Even if half of the entries were about adik and how much a pain he was to her most of the times. There were entries about how much she cherish him as well.

Looks like she’s living up to her name – pearl of justice. I just wish it’s more frequent though! Sometime she did play her big sister card and drove adik crazy. In fact, adik and us both!

Adik being adik. He was my only hope (before knowing that kakak participated in events) to have inherited my ahem, talent in sports. He did live up to our hopes when he brought back a medal for tele-match for primary one. Yey to adik!

So. I’m excited to read kakak’s entry for today. Heck, I’m just excited that she fancy having a secret diary.

Do you have a secret diary?

Now, now baby..

A lot of people has been sick lately, kakak included. Her temperature sky-rocketed around 6am yesterday.

Deli has applied for leave on Friday to send his dad for a check-up – so I had to take the day off and play Florence Nightingale.

Took kakak to see the doctor at 11am to avoid the morning crowd and wallah - the clinic was totally patient-fee! The visit took us less than 15 minutes.

Went and bought lunch for me and adik, who reluctantly went to school without kakak. Sending him food for lunch was the least we can do to cheer him up.

Kakak slept the whole day while I played Sally Salon on my laptop. I dare not leave her alone nor catch a wink. Adik had fits once. Since then, any one of the monsters with shooting temperature will be scrutinized. Unless you have experienced waking next to a child - rigid, staring into space, I would not expect you to understand the fear.

Kakak requested porridge so I made her some, but as soon as she finished a helping, she vomited. Poor baby.

On a different note, Arifah (formerly known as Arif – I know he hates the name but that’s exactly the point. Hahah!) was not quite himself on Wednesday. Syamdol (formerly known as Syam NB – he’s not in NB anymore) and I offered our ears literally but he was too pissed at practically everything to be spitting the details then. So we let him be – when he is ready to talk, I am sure he will look for us.

I was off on Thursday and Arifah starts his leave today. Have fun in Perhentian, bro. Forget us not and bring us souvenirs. Lots of them, okay!

Anyways, whatever it was that’s been bugging him, I hope he’s okay now. I hope the vacation will do him good.

Arifah, if you hear abang Marley’s Still Searching or the ‘Juicy2 & Weedy2’ song, don’t forget to sing along.

Alrighty then.

I am looking forward to the weekend getaway next week. It’s Tok Ayah’s birthday (Apr 19th) and we’re doing the family gathering thingy in Melaka, like we always do. Hope it’s gonna be fun. I can’t wait to see baby Kaisa whom I heard is bubbly and adorable than ever. That reminds me, I need to get her more pretty clothes and toys.

Darn. I think I need to ‘decorate the ceramic bowl’ a.k.a ‘throwing big water’. Heheh.

Here's a pict of my laptop guardian. Macho eh? Heheh.

Have a good weekend people!

A Bite on the Arse

I had a bad start today.

I burnt a hole on my pants. My favorite, not to mention expensive Marks & Spencer pants.

So because of that, I donned a very weird ensemble of attire to work today. Whatever.

When I got to the office, I had to amend a final report for my final project based on the Dutchman’s feedback. One of the feedback was purely rubbish and annoying.

Never mind that. It’s the last report – ever.

Then Syam cancelled lunch which I was really looking forward to.

My mouse refused to work. I need a mouse pad and nobody seemed to have a spare that I can borrow.

I’m being bitter.

The Busy Bee's Weekend

O.H.M.Y.G.O.D.

I need more rest days!! I could barely rest/recharge in the past weekend.

Kechik has been refusing food since Thursday and he slept almost throughout the day. We decided to take him to the vet on Friday night.

Kechik napping on kakak's bed

The vet told us that he's suffering from high temperature and that he'd like to keep him for the night to do some blood work. He suspected some infection to the blood but will know better after the tests. We reluctantly left him at the hospital while adik shed some tears when we had to bid goodbye.

We met a chow chow named Handsome. He's darn cute!

Oh no - needle!! Now how do I escape this?

All ready to be admitted.

Deli had to man Sony's booth at the Jobstreet Career Fair in Mid Valley on Saturday so the kids and I decided to tag along. We spent the whole day there - Deli at the booth and us, combing the mall.

The kids behaved themselves, surprisingly. We were there since 10am till 7pm - it was truly a record! Well that plus the countless trips to the loo. I think we made almost 10 trips to the washroom that day.

Had tea at a dessert shop but I couldn't remember the name. We had durian pancakes and it was yummylicious!!

Everyone was too tired to do anyting else when we got home. We watched AF concert and called it a night soon after.

Kechik was discharged on Sunday and has fully recovered. He's eating fine and he was his goodself again. We're happy that he's doing okay.

Went to Carrefour for the usual weekly provisions. Spent a couple of hours there and headed straigh home.

Kakak did some crystal hunting but of course, I did most of the work.

Archeologist at work

Precious findings - crystals.

Did laundry and ironed the usual stack of school uniforms before posting this entry. There, all set.

Now it's time for bed. Oh, and a massage would be just nice.. heheh..

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.