Train..

Taking the public transport is never boring.

Yesterday, I got to meet the lady with moustache and beard.

2 days ago, I eavesdropped a very interesting conversation about Malaysia's politics. I like eavesdropping.

Last week, there was this guy who couldn't stand still. He kept moving around. I think he's a bit not right up there. He had his lighter in his hand and kept on clicking the lighter at people's hand. Oh yes, the writer was one of the victims. He talked to himself all the way in the train. Scary because I was just a few feet away from him.

Sometimes, I got to meet couples who couldn't care less caressing each other in front of other passengers.

And everyday, I'll meet the usual people. We are a bunch of people who took the same gerabak at the usual time everyday.

I still have difficulties to differentiate between the obese and the pregnant lady. Asking the "Are you pregnant" question is like a time bomb. She may be just fat but I assumed she's pregnant and wanted to give her my seat. I'm always in a dilemma.

For the first time in my life, I'm glad that my own tummy is like I'm in trimester 1 going to 2. Whenever I can't decide whether she's pregnant or not, I just leaned back on my seat and put my hand on my tummy like those pregnant mothers always do.

I'm superbad....

Quality time

The brain is like a machine. It'll get rusty when we don't use it.

In one of the JDramas I watched, this character (a lawyer cum teacher) teaches his students to be inquisitive. Always ask the question WHY on everything they saw because everything that is made and done have their reasons. Question yourself and find the answer, you'll gain more knowledge as you go.

I always like numbers and calculation. (But I loathe calculus ;). IF you observe around you, you'll find numbers everywhere. I walk by the roadside and always keep my mind moving by summing up the 4 digits plate number.

Anyway, the colleagues and I had a conversation about office scandal and why it happened among married couples. And we concluded that some of them spent too much time outside instead of with their spouse.

So, I was calculating the hours I spent with husband in a week while standing in the train. Then I was distracted by this woman sitting in front of me. She has moustache and beard!! I have seen women with moustache in the tv but never in my real life, just a foot away. So, I couldn't help myself looking at her. Who's the weirdo here?

Coming back to my calculation.

I minus the sleeping time and calculated, we actually see each other at the average of 2 hours a day during weekdays!!! During weekends, we religiously spent time at the parents' house so weekends are more like the parents' time.

From now on, I want to work like a machine (not that I wasn't before, hehe), a super power machine so that I get to meet my sweet husband earlier than 8pm..

seriously, only 2 hours a day??!!!!! haish

Grandfather passed away last Thursday morning.

Read the sms sent by mom at 5.30 am. I wanted to catch the earliest flight back but I had to send a report to this particular department in Putrajaya that morning. So I took the 1.40pm flight alone. Husband had a meeting on Friday to attend to.

Arrived at LCCT at 15minutes to 1. McD penuh. Tummy was rumbling wanted to be fed. So we ate RM10 chicken rice served with overcooked beansprout. I hate beansprout but because the chicken rice is so damn expensive, I ate everything on the plate.

Saying goodbye to husband was sedih even-though the short trip was only for 3days. hahaha.

I slept the moment I was seated in the airplane and woke up when it landed.

Sis Yana fetched me at the airport and we went to Tok's house.

Tok ayah and I were never close. But when I was small, he used to bring bro Pian and I to Warta and we can choose any toy we wanted when he came to stay at our house. That was the only memory I had with him.

When I hugged Tok, she whispered "Our Tok Ayah is no longer with us".
I cried..
Her life partner of 70 years has left her forever.

So dear readers,
if you're reading this, can you sedekahkan Al-Fatihah for my grandfather.
Thank you..

Us and my grandparents during Eidulfitri 2009.

The New Broom

It's not fair to compare me with the one who has been here for 3 years. Send me back to my old place and I can give explanation from A to Z what HSS is all about.

Please stop repeating that I need to catch-up fast. I'm trying my best here.

I hate long-winded meeting. Therefore, I only speak when necessary. I find it such a waste of time repeating the same thing others have mentioned before but some people really like doing it in order for the chairman to notice him or her. Haish, giler glam lepas tu meeting pun dragging...

It's Monday and I'm bitter because I didn't have enough sleep last night. Currently addicted to Farm Frenzy. *yawn for the hundredth time*

Driving

I got my licence when I was 20 years old.

I started driving alone when I was 21. It was my final year and the thesis + lab works needed me to stay back late at the campus because I don't have my own pc or the internet. So, I was afraid to take the bus. Siapa pernah naik bas mini or bas selangor di Bandar Baru Bangi tahu siapa memenuhi bas itu lepas jam 6.

When I was not yet 23, I started working at Putrajaya. Driving back and forth from my mom's house in Selayang.

At first, I was cautious. Driving at not more that 90km/h.

Later, I started to get impatient.

I drove fast and sometimes a bit reckless.

At the age of not yet 24, I involved in an accident.

After the long mc, I drove my dad's unser to work for a month because my car was damaged dengan dahsyat. Still traumatised but had to drive the big car to work. Nangis..... susah amat nak parking..

A few months after that, I recovered from the trauma.

At this time, I hardly drove to work because I had my dpa and later car-pooled with Wan to work.

However, I find that I still drive like I used to before the accident. Fast....

Then, I accidentally stepped on the wrong pedal and I hit the pillar at the parking lot.

It has been 7 months but the image of crashing the pillar still haunts me.

I'm turning into a makcik that kept on saying "slow sikit", "e'eh, rapat sangat tu dengan kereta depan tu" when another person is driving.

and I think I'll end up having heart attack if I don't close my eyes if bro Pian is driving. Giler laju dan suka brake rapat dengan kereta depan. Semalam nyaris2 nak langgar palang smart-tag bile palang tak bukak akibat reader tak sensitif. huhu, kecut perut..

A makcik or not, I hardly drive more than 100km/h now. I value my life, those in my car with me and other cars on the road.

So don't bel ike me, dah accident baru nak menyesal. Drive safely semua :)


Note for husband:

Abg,
Ayg tak mahu bmw ataupun mercedes ataupun mana2 kereta mahal di dunia ni. ayg hanya mahu pintu suka hati untuk hadiah harijadi tahun depan.

Love,

Flattered

I found my friend, the head of class when we were in standard 2. Read his blog and saw this.. Hehehe..

I never knew.. ;)

Just the 2 of us..

Tu dia. Tema baju sama dengan warna dinding rumah pak mertua :D

Cab ride

Last night's cab ride was horrifying.

Husband had a food tasting session for his ministry's raya celebration near Berjaya KL yesterday. He went there by office car, so I couldn't tag along to go back to Putrajaya but he said he'll be able to pick me up around 8++ at Putrajaya Central and later to meet the lawyer.

However, they only started eating around 8! I left the office 15minutes after 8pm because the safety officer in charged wanted to go home early last night. Planning to take the 9.10 ERL hoping that the husband was already at Putrajaya when I arrived.

Too bad I arrived before he did. He's still in KL.

I was tired and feeling nauseous because I forgot to eat lunch. I bought a big packet of c0ttage fries and finished eating it in 5 minutes. Please rate my hunger.

It's already 9.30pm. So I decided to take the cab back home instead of waiting.

Putrajaya Central to Presint 17 cost me RM15.50. (Mahal amat) This is my 2nd time taking a cab alone but this time it was at night.

Recited doa and all before entering the cab.

Then, this cab driver took me using a different route I'm not familiar with. I was panicking. The road was very dark and sunyi. It was just us on the road.

Heart was thumping hard. Negative thoughts were pouring into my head. I can't see his name on the card to inform husband because it was very dark. I couldn't remember the car plate number either.

Seriously, my hand was already at the door handle, readied to jump out of the car like how Angie Jolie did in most of her film. Crazy I tell you.

Kept on reciting ayat qursi. And planned on what I should do if he suddenly stop the car out of nowhere. Rumbled through my huge handbag and the only dangerous weapon I could find was the kipas lipat I got at one of my friends' wedding.

And then.....

I saw the Presint 17 signboard. What a big relieve when I step out of the cab.

Tobat, won't take the cab at night ever again..

Pakcik taxi, don't you know that there's a shorter route to Presint 17. Why the hell you took the very complicated one. Haish..

Took bath and went to sleep immediately. Traumatised I tell you.. hehe

I remember in one of the series of 3R, it teaches what women should do when we take a cab alone.
1. Memorise the plate number.
2. Immediately after you get inside the cab, make a real/fake call and purposely talk loudly so that the cab driver heard everything you said. In the conversation, inform the cab driver's name, his registration number, the plate number and everything about the cab to your friend.

Those information given to your friend will hopefully alert the cab driver that if he wish to do bad things to you, he'll be the prime suspect.

Oh well, whatever it is, don't panic. Bila dah panic, you don't even remember that you are actually holding a phone. heh

The housewife

Once in a while, it's fun to be the housewife.

This usually happens when I took leave and just stayed at home while the husband was at work. I'd run the house from scrubbing the toilet, mop the whole house, wash clothes, clean the kitchen, cook, getting emotional over soap-operas, have lots of time to sleep. Obviously I find it seronok because I don't have kid(s) who'll scream for attention like every 10minutes, yet.

On Monday morning, when I am extremely lazy to go to work
"Abg, can I quit working? You go to work and provide me money, food and shelter. In Arab countries, women stay at home and solek2 for the husband je keje dia tau. Abg cepat la naik JUSA and then later I can stay at home. Working makes me fat and wrinkled because I have no time to exercise and got so stress out at work.
You want your wife to look nice and pretty kan, kan, kan?"
Husband: zzzzzzzzzzzz

What's it like to be a full-time housewife?

I'll definitely have more time to learn new recipes, sew clothes, DIY lots of things, exercise, beauty sleep... M@rtha Stew@rt, M@rtha Stew@rt.. Wow, macam best..

Will it?

But I know I can't...

(Unless we move to a kampung which it's huge karipap sedap is still 30cent a piece. (ade lagi ke?) or we won the RM100K cash contest..)

...because I won't, at the moment...

I just lurveeee to have my own money to spend and later sms-ed the husband "ooopppppssss" when I "accidentally" bought that thing he didn't approve of before. And of course, the monthly commitments..

For the time being, let's leave it this way. Save lots of money while I can. When that time comes when a mommy and not the nanny is needed at home, I'll be there. Hopefully abg is earning like RM15K per month by then.. Echeh..


Note for husband:
"Abg, let's have cat(s) when we move to our own house and named 1 of them Ali like the one you used to have when you were kid. But you have to do the poo cleaning. I'm allergic to it's smell.

Love,

The 3rd raya

This is our 3rd raya as husband and wife. As i've mentioned before, eidulfitri is never my favourite holiday. I absolutely love Ramadhan more than Syawal.

The first day of Syawal this year was celebrated at Wan's kampung in Batu Gajah. We went back on Raya's eve after helping as much as we can at my mom's house. The sisters were all at the in-laws as well, Sis Yanti is still in Australia which only left the boys to help around.

The thing I miss most about raya morning at mom's house is her ayam merah. Unlike many other states, we eat nasi on raya morning. Mom will cook nasi minyak with her yummylicious ayam merah and later we eat nasi dagang at Tok's house. Nasi impit, lemang, lontong are never our favourite raya dish. For us, those are not raya dish. Heh. We always eat after raya prayer.

Different family, different style. Wan's family eats raya dish before raya prayer n no nasi. Just lemang and nasi impit. I ate a lot of daging this raya. Amazingly, takde bengkak sana sini. Went jalan2 raya to a few relatives' houses. Real kampung houses. It was scorching hot kan? I had migraine and vomitting.

Spent 2 days at Bt. Gajah before headed off to Kota Bharu to see my parents and my tok. The last time I went back was 2 years ago. Kota Bharu has changed a lot. No more kedai runcit kecik near the bus station where we used to buy jajan during raya, stesen bas pun dah takde sampai terlajak masuk simpang lain masa nak pergi rumah tok.

A day after that, we went back to KL which took us 12 hours on the road.

Fell ill on Saturday. Pelik. Drivernya orang lain, demamnya orang lain. Continued with very high fever the next day. Habis plan nak dating2. Took bath at 12 noon and ended up shivering and vomitting. Dah takut sebab dulu kena denggi pun macam ni juga simptom dia. Slept the whole day after panadol popping and drank a lot of water. Couldn't sleep during the night, meracau and nightmares, woke up every 1/2 hour.

Alhamdulillah, the fever went down a bit yesterday and went to the clinic for blood test today. BP ok, blood result ok. But still a bit weak becausevof lack of sleep during the nights and headache masih ada. It hurts when I move my head or cough.

My mc for the past 4 months lagi banyak dari 4 tahun di tempat lama. Whether my body is getting older and weaker or taking the public transport is actually exposing me to more germs and diseases. Huhu

Oh, about the "question", I find it less annoying this year. However, I couldn't help wishing to have my own whom I can dress prettily during raya. If mine were still alive, I'm in my week 16. (I never unsubscribe the baby centre newsletter)

Anyway, i hope all of you are having a blastful Eidulfitri :)

Raya picture will be uploaded later. This year's theme sama dengan warna dinding umah mertua.. Hehe