Abiskan duit gaji cepat!!

Mr.Joe and I were having a good laugh seeing all these people shopping like there's no tomorrow. Body Shop Alamanda was packed with people, er, women and many were "queueing" outside the shop to have a glance of the items on sale.

My oh my..

Macam ada Anuar Zain tengah sign autograph dalam kedai Bo*y Shop.

Patah balik semula pada yang lama...

The Star, 22nd May 2009

Govt Likely To Put Cap On Number of Papers Taken For Fairer PSD Selection

PUTRAJAYA: Students sitting for the Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia examination may not be allowed to take as many subjects as they like in future.

This is to put an end to claims on unfairness in the award of Public Service Department scholarships.

Deputy Prime Minister Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin said that, as things stood now, students in government schools had no limit on the number of subjects they could take, meaning that those from other schools, like fully residential ones, were “disadvantaged”.

This would be among several matters to be discussed at a special meeting next week.

Reacting to the proposals, academicians agreed that it was vital that students enjoy their teen years and not spend all their time focusing on academic success only.

They also said that for entry into public universities, it was the Sijil Tinggi Persekolahan Malaysia or matriculation results which mattered, not the SPM.

More about doctors being "abused"

Why treat housemen shabbily?

THERE has been so much hype on the tough life a houseman faces.

As a parent of a final-year student, l totally agree how depressing it can be for young housemen just graduated after a grueling five to six years of study – and not all are government sponsored – to be treated so shabbily that they would want to leave the service, no thanks to the system.

Even as final-year students, they are sent to hospitals and are kept on their toes for anything between 10 and 12 hours a day without a weekend off.

How do you expect them to study with the exams around the corner? Mind you, most students already decide to leave as soon as they graduate.

To make matters worse, the consultant comes in and verbally abuses those poor housemen who have been in the hospital for over 24 to 40 hours.

They are even called “stupid” and “donkey” in front of their patients!

It is really absurd to be made to work continuously in the most inhuman manner, depriving them of sleep and rest.

What irks me most is why aren’t housemen subjected to the same labour laws of the country as other civil servants – eight hours of work and overtime to be paid for on-call duty and a rest day in between calls?

Why is it so difficult for us to follow the foreign practice in which housemanship is for one year and subsequently, the houseman can decide whether he or she wants to continue or leave the service.

Come on, doctors need a life too!

R.K.S.,
Bidor, Perak.

Come on la makcik, get yourself a tv and watch ER, Grey's Anatomy, and all those dramas about doctor's life.

Incomplete..

Today is Friday and Monday is payday. Alamanda must be packed with ladies finishing their last bit of previous month's pay. Mr.Joe was late. It must be the jam. I waited patiently for almost 20mins observing all these ladies making their way to the Pasar Tani in between E2 and E3 plus some were waiting for their spouses or friends to fetch them.

Here we go,

From the top, nice tudung.
Bermanik, berberlian, berambu-ramba, berbelit2..

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Owh the bags.. Authenthic designer's handbag. LV, Chanel, Coach, Gucci, Dior, ori ke tak, I can't tell. From the pay we received, I think it's just extremely expensive to have one unless you are now at JUSA stage or you saved your monthly pay and spent RM800 for a JUST a bag or you have a rich hubby, boyfriend, daddy or sugar-daddy.

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The outfit.
Colourful baju kurung, baju kebaya, baju kurung Pahang, with decorations, beads, lip lap, lip lap..

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Bam, the feet.
Selipar jepun or sandal "bogel" berbagai warna kecepak kecepuk, sret, sret, melintas jalan raya..

Fear of the Unknown..

Sangat2 terkejut tau bila tau yang PI and Tahnani nak kahwin hujung bulan nih. Bile diorang bermain chinta ni?? Tibe2 dapat invitation.

Mengikut ajaran Islam, memang takde konsep couple. dan dating juga tidak dibenarkan walaupun di tempat orang ramai. Dalam novel Ayat-ayat Cinta pun, Fahri terus kahwin dengan Aisha..

Seseorang yang saya kenal berkenalan dengan seorang wanita (sekarang dah jadi isteri) di dunia cyber. Terpikat setelah lama mengikuti blog wanita tersebut. Contact2 sikit2, dan si lelaki terus menghantar rombongan meminang. Lelaki ni Islamic amat lah. Mereka jarang bertemu apetah lagi dating2 ni. Babak percintaan hanya berlaku bile lafaz akad dan nikah selesai. Jadi sekarang mereka seperti pasangan baru bercinta cuba mengenal hati budi masing2 dan semuanya sangat indah. Macam best jer...

Zaman mak2 kita dulu, memang kebanyakannye bercinta selepas berkahwin. Merisik itu benda yang paling penting, merisik dah ade yang punye, merisik budi pekerti, merisik keluarga ade penyakit keturunan dan merisik lain-lain. Dan selepas tu hantar rombongan merisik secara formal dan tiba masa perempuan pula nak merisik keluarga lelaki yang datang merisik.

Adakah sebab bercinta selepas kahwin yang membuat mereka kekal lama berkahwin? Mungkin DAN berserta dengan faktor2 lain. Zaman sekarang dan zaman dulu mana sama kan.

Zaman sekarang, bercinta bagai nak rak sampai bertahun2, jumpe 1 lelaki baru, tibe2 kawin selepas 3 bulan berkenalan. Ayat orang biasa, Dah namanya jodoh..
3 months and you suddenly decided to spend the rest of your life with him/her without having the extra longer time to risik? Tak takut ker?


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During the 1st year, Mr.Joe and I had the best time of all. Able to see him only a couple of hours each month therefore every minute was spent with love. Then, DPA came. More time were spent together, the more we saw each other, the more we realised each other's flaws and amazingly, the more we fought. There were a few times when I felt that we were not suitable for each other but I had to at least give it a try to make it successful. And I think we did pass the getting-to-know-the-real-you stage and now we are adjusting ourselves with the new environment avoiding the dislikes of both parties. We hope and pray for the best of us..


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As the marriage thing getting nearer each day, I've been getting a lot of:
Lepas kawin nanti nampak la perangai sebenar
Sebelum kahwin taik gigi pun rasa coklat
sebelum kawin boleh gosok baju sendiri, lepas kawin, seterika kat mana pun tak tahu
Tahun pertama kahwin, dapat la hadiah birthday and anniversary, lepas kawin, jangankan nak dapat hadiah, ingat pun tidak,
Masa bercinta janji nak buat kerja rumah sama2, lepas kahwin, kita penat buat kerja, suami tahu nak itu je bila malam menjelma.

Horror..

Korang ni tak nak bagi aku kahwin ke?

Tak, we all nak you bersedia yang marriage is not just about having fun. Most guys will change after marriage and the wife changes too because the husband is no longer the man she dated.


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"20 things you should know about guys" stated in this magazine. one of it:
1. Romantic guys do not exist. Dont expect that your guy will surprise you with home-cooked-candle-light dinner for your anniversaries or birthdays. It only happens in Korean Drama and Hollywood Movies.

Guy to his gurl: See, most guys are like that. Why do u expect me to be different from our lot?

"20 things you should know about women"
1. Women like shopping. They can spend hours or the whole day at the shopping mall without having a slightest thought of you.

Gurl saying to the her guy: See, most women like shopping. Why cant you accept that this is our nature?

And the fight goes on and on and on defending the features of each gender refusing to change or be slightly different from the normal description instead of trying to adapt to the new environment... Haih..

Where do we stand..

I have been on the twitter for a week and earlier today, I sent out this tweet: “6A1s get PSD eng s’ship - 13, 14 A1s no s’ships: why our Cabinet Ministers allow such nonsense yr in yr out. Sack the whole useless lot!”

The never-ending story when it comes to PSD's scholarship. And so he has spoken.. Read more..

Hmm, my brother gets 10As and he didn't get the scholarship. He did quite good in his curriculum compare to those I know of that managed to get the scholarship. Therefore, I think it's more than just nerd looking kids with good grades when choosing a scholar.

I read the above entry and all those comments given below. Scary mary when they are thinking that way of you-know-what.. "Others" are thinking lowly of "us" and yet we are securing our place as champions of corruption, samseng jalanan, night clubbers, drug addicts/dealers, sex offences...

It's time to wake up people..

The betrayers.. (edited)

I post something like this on my FB,

UD41 shouldnt be applying for management work. Make yourself available at the hospital.

Then this friend of mine who will be doing her 5 year compulsory service at the govt hospital end of this year gave a remark that housemanship at Malaysia's Govt Hospital equals to SLAVERY. Then this other friend who is a PTD himself said that SLAVERY is for doctors who want to do management works.

If the ratio of doctor to patient become higher than 1:2000, our country may have to procure doctors. Seriously, we are procuring doctors now. "Buying" them in bulk from other country.

Shortage of doctors is happening all around the world. It is a critical post indeed. And Malaysia doesn't manage to produce enough doctors because of shortage of lecturers. It's like a cycle. Therefore we send them to study abroad. Sadly, not all came back to serve the country.

Who is to blame?
JPA? Because they are not stern enough to those who breach the contract? Charging minimal penalty which they can easily pay and butt off?
Or The Govt? for giving them such a low pay to G's MO therefore they are seduced to work in other countries? Or giving minimal medical charges to immigrants that causes the hospital loaded with them and extra workload to the doctors?

Well whatever it is, that's not the point. You have signed the contract. You agreed to serve the Go for 10 years when you have done with your degree but then you BETRAY the country by accepting other offers abroad.

How selfish is that?
You actually abandoned your team at your birth country. You used the people's money to reach your goals and yet, you served others. You are supposed to work hand in hand and share the burden together. Where's your loyalty??

I think the numbers are significant enough IF all those medical students came back to serve, the ratio won't be as ridiculous as 1:2000, the workload won't be that big and Malaysian doctors will be less bitter.

Would you agree that they are just damn selfish?

Food and Fat..

People get fat because they ate too much and did no exercise. (Excluding Mala..) Those skinny models are usually what they called size 0 because they ate salad for breakfast, for lunch and for dinner. Well, they ate nothing but salad.

I walked passed this slimming centre at Mines a few weeks ago. Man, that place was packed with people. Seeking for advises to join or not to join the centre to slim down the fat zones. By watching the advertisements, these places indirectly are telling people that you don't have to exercise or go through the hardway to get a better shape. I gawked the very 1st time I saw it. Seriously, boleh kurus sesenang itu ke?? Dari 70kg turun ke 50kg. Then I was telling myself I wanted to save my money and did a spot reduction. Gile obses kan.. That was before I had Mr.Joe in my life.

Anyway, joining the slimming centre isn't as easy as it looks. I have a friend who spent RM10K++ for the slimming programme. She was given medication or food supplement, needed to attend the session for massaging, sauna, slim-wrap and what nots plus the do's and dont's in eating habit. It is almost the same as reading a Trim, Trim, Trim Those Fat book. They'll teach you to eat healthily. Amazingly you managed to follow all those rules because you knew you have spent thousands of $$$ therefore you wanted to make it worth it.

Getting a good shape and maintaining it is all about discipline and how you withstand your yearning for food.. which many of us don't have...

Minute writing

Hands up for those who love to do minute writing?

None..

This is the task I hate most. And I hate it even more when I had to ask the members of the meeting to check on the particulars and they insisted on changing the Chairman's decision or the dateline of the task given during the meeting. So far, the Chairman didn't seem to remember what he decided during the last meeting and depend solely on the minutes.

True, everyone is afraid of the Chairman, but the dateline were given by you. If you think the dateline can't be achieved, then give a longer one. And if I published the minutes according to the Chairman's word without having the member the chance to amend it beforehand, they will blame me as if I wrote the wrong thing..haish..

I'm so glad the work has been taken over by person in charge..

Another 2 more meeting minutes to be done.. p(^^)q

Old am I?

The course I attended in Kuching was a blast. It became more interesting when some of the participants were the people I know, Ibrahim, Lawrence, Una, Lin, Nelbon, Razami. Nelbon said I am so chubby now and he kept mocking me when it was meal time. Whatever la Nelbon, you still have that big, protruding tummy.hee..

Going back to Kuching brings back old memory. I lived in Kuching for almost 2 years in year 1988 till 1989. Eventhough I was only 4 going 5 years old, I still remember some of the places like the airport, Seberkas, Sarawak Plaza, Pasar Satok, my Sinaran Kidergarten (where I once peed in the class), the banglo we lived at Jalan Batu Bata. I love Kuching..

Last minute picture.

Lin, Una n I taking a walk at WaterFront, Kuching

Anyway, going back to the office on Friday, I was greeted by a new PTD officer. She looks young and the bubbly type of girl. She approached me at my place for a proper introduction. When she..

The writing was interrupted by the alarm sound. Closed IE, packed my handbag and headed out. Only to be told that it was a false alarm. Someone in the library did something that triggered the alarm. Sia2 aku panic ingat ade gegaran seperti yang berlaku hujung tahun 2007.

Continued~

She introduced herself and so did I. N her next sentence,

Nak panggil ape eh? Kak Suraya?

I was speechless for a moment because never in my life someone suggested to call me that.

Seeing my blank face, she asked how old I am.

Baru 25 tau. Panggil nama jer. Nak panggil Su boleh, Yaya pun boleh.

You know what I did when she left? I checked my face at the mirror for wrinkles and the clothes I wore. Do I really looked old?

She graduated from a 4-year-degree course last year, she couldn't be younger than 23. Hell I am only 2 years older. Well, I noticed that she calls everyone by the name Kak except me. When she introduced herself to Lin last Monday, she addressed Lin as Kak too and Lin commented,

Ko ni umur bape, aku ni sensitif bab panggil "Kak" nih tau.

She smiled sheepishly telling she is 23 years old.

Anyway, I remember what Yati told me when I first came to this Dept,

If sama level 41 or lower, umur 40 tahun lebih je panggil Kak. Tapi itu pun tengok jugak, kadang2 orang tak suke. If selevel 41, umur lebih kurang, panggil nama je. If die announce herself as Kak, baru kite pun gune Kak.

Hmm, communication skills..

Not enough isn't it?

Semalam tengok berita dan ada kisah keluarga miskin anaknya 7 orang.. Anak tak didaftar kelahiran dan tak ke sekolah.. Alasan anak tak didaftar kelahiran sebab ayahnya pernah ditipu bahawa nak daftar lahir kena bayar RM500. Jadi ayahnya serik..

Kejam ke if saya kata, kalau kurang mampu, jangan la beranak banyak.. Yer, Rasulullah menyuruh umatnya beranak banyak supaya meramaikan umat. Tapi if nasib anak terumbang-ambing, tak ke sekolah, tak tahu 3M, bila besar stress lalu menjadi mat rempit, merompak, jadi GRO sebab tak tahu nak buat kerja lain, umat Islam yang macam inikah yang kita mahu?

And then, semalam berita pasal mat rempit, ditemuramah mat rempit ni punca dia merempit, dengan lancar dia kata, "sebab mak bapak. Kat rumah stress jadi kita merempit ar. Hilang stress sikit." Amboi2 senangnya ko salahkan mak bapak ko eh..

Anyway, pasal kemiskinan tegar ni, member2 yang buat tajuk kemiskinan tegar masa Penempatan Daerah boleh bagi komen kot. Tapi dari apa yang saya dengar mase kelas penempatan daerah (time mata terbukak luas tu kan), banyak juga $$$ yang diberi kepada mereka. walaupun tak dapat hidup mewah, rasanya cukup untuk memberi yang asas kepada keluarga dan anak2..

Anak2 yang dari golongan ini dapat RMT, then duit saku, yuran sekolah free, mungkin penambahan pada yuran PIBG, etc, etc.. (Tapi if chekgu2 jenis yang gemar pakai buku kerja mahal2, memang masak la budak2 nak membeli, pakainya 2-3 muka je. Musykil jugak saya pada guru2 yang gemar sangat beratkan beg budak2 dengan buku kerja. Agaknya dapat komisyen dari syarikat buku kot bila dapat jual ke anak murid???)

Geram jugak la kan bila JKM datang rumah mereka2 ni nak bagi sumbangan bile tengok ade 1 stack majalah Mangga.. Orang kata jangan bagi ikan, bagi pancing.. Pancing macam mana la nak diberi kepada mereka ni?? Pemberi pancing atau ikan pun jangan la simpan untuk diri sendiri..

Menulis sekadar pandangan seorang layman yang tak buat research hanya sekadar observation.. Dalam hal masyarakat kita yang semakin sakit ni, tak boleh la menuding jari pada 1 pihak je,

Mak bapak tak pandai jaga anak
Cikgu tak pandai mengajar
Kerajaan tak buat sebarang tindakan

Diri sendiri? takde akal fikiran nak fikir mana baik dan mana buruk??

Islam itu lengkap dan sempurna.. Berbaliklah pada ajarannya dan kita pasti akan mencapai kegemilangan. InsyaAllah..

Still have but toned down.. Yer right..

KUALA LUMPUR:

This year's Merdeka celebrations will be scaled down this year, said Information, Communications and Culture Minister Datuk Seri Dr Rais Yatim.

He said this was because the celebrations coincided with Ramadan, which is expected to begin on Aug 22.

"It is to respect the fasting month. We will still have the Merdeka parade, but celebrations will be scaled down," he said after a dialogue with artistes and non-governmental bodies at the National Film Development Corporation Malaysia (Finas) yesterday.

He said musical performances would be toned down, however, participation from NGOs would be encouraged.

"We hope to get as many of them involved in the celebrations."

Rais added he would hold a meeting with ministry officials at the end of the month to discuss the matter.

On another matter, Rais said that he was mulling a suggestion to form a corporation that would look into the music industry.

"We have Finas looking at the welfare of film-makers but we are looking at suggestions to have a separate body to look after our music industry."

Since Merdeka falls in the fasting month, why cant all those parades and performances substitute with solat terawikh peringkat kebangsaan plus solat hajat?

Ah, Mr. Joe will still be busy on the transport thing for the celebration.. Sigh

Mr.Joe yang rajin..

Koleksi gambar2..

Dinner protein sahaja.. Cian Mr.Joe datang, die yang kene bakar ayam n pelbagai lagi.. Hehehe.. You're de best, Mr.Joe dear..

Mr.Joe n Che' Put (Sis Yana's kitty cat yang sangat cute)

April is over

"Watpe tu"

"Wat payment"

"Huh"

"Via m2u"

"Beli baju lagi la tu"

"Baju2 lame nak discard, ni baju untuk jadi isteri"

"Yo lah"

Ehehehe, Mr.Joe bengang. Promise, this is the last. Bought a white long cardigan, a t-shirt blouse and a long vintage skirt which cost less than RM40 altogether.

Pssst, and I bought a DKNY Be Delicious for only RM20 a week ago. Barang rampas and it's lid is broken a bit. Bila spray kena hati2. If nak spray kat leher, make sure posisi betol n tak terspray ke telinga. Memang barang baik punye. Ori DKNY yang tahan selama 8 jam..

April is the month to pamper meself. I've had enough spending my paycheck this month. Phew..

As for birthday, Mr.Joe fetched me at home with a bouquet of flowers and a cute kitty cat underneath the seat yesterday. Mr.Joe was clueless about buying me a pressie. He said I already have everything I need in this world. So he gave me an option to choose anything I want and he'll pay. It's like been given a blank check, just fill in the figures and cash it.. Havent thought of anything, just yet.. Anyway, that diamond ring on the display at Habib is really nice, hmmm...

Latest edition to my collection

The family and I dined out that night. Stuffed ourselves with satays and ABC. Gile kenyang, balik tu tido. Mane perut tak naik jadi 7kg.

Bro Wan and I

Sis Yanti, Hubby and Shaqil

Beloved Ma and Pa

I really couldnt believe myself that I am now 25 years of age. Anyway, I got a lot of,

"Form berape sekarang?"

from the honourable relatives of mine whom I met like maybe just once a year during hari raya. The same ol' ques even how thick the make-up I was using

Ah, I took that as a compliment =)

~Happy Birthday to me.. Pray that I'll live long enough to celebrate my birthday with my Mr.Joe next year and a year after that, year after that, year after that.......

Hoping for a better week..

In a few days, I will reach 25 years old. I have lived life for one quarter of century.. What have I achieved in that period of time.. What have I prepared for a better life in the world of eternity.. Seriously, I am not prepared at all..

I slept last night thinking and recalling the life I've been through.. All these while, I've wasted my precious life. I have done nothing to improve it from day to day. And I couldn't help myself from crying. I was really grateful when I opened my eyes this morning because I was still lying on my comfy bed. WanMot was nowhere to be seen. I remembered ditching him last night. Well, hmm..

It still amazes me up till now when Ma always knew everything. I cant hide anything from her. It's like she's been given a gift from God. She looked at me this morning, "Gaduh ker?". I gave her a weak smile, kissed and hugged her then dashed to the car.

"Hati2 drive. Jangan bawa laju2. Ingat Allah selalu. Gaduh2 kecik tu biaselah."

Thanx Ma. Well, it's true, gaduh kecik2 ni biase la kan. We always quarreled and managed to get back together in not more than 2 days..
Trying not to think so much about it, I took the MR2 road when I saw the cars were piling up towards Jalan Kuching.

Damn, ade eksiden plak kat split ke Karak Highway tu. Cursing all the way.. @#$%^&*(*(&^%$.
MR2 ni pantang jalan clear, mesti ade pemandu2 giler yang drive laju nak mampus tak ingat kubur. I got stranded there for 30 mins. Rasa macam nak bukak tingkap and cakap kat pemandu tu, lainkali bawa la keta laju2 lagi. menyusahkan orang je tau tak. @#$%^&*!!!!! Tapi tak cakap pun. Dalam hati ni, Ingat Allah, ingat Allah..

Then, there was another accident near the split to Putrajaya to the left, Uniten going straight and Bangi to the right. I was in the middle, a red Kenari came from the left signaled to the right towards UNITEN, a Wira sedan came from the right signaled to the left. Both of them nearly collided but a motorcycle didnt manage to escape and it fell. It happened right in front of my very eyes. If I were to drive a bit faster, I wouldn't manage to brake on time and I may have hit the 2 Indonesian guys..

I swerved to the left and headed to Putrajaya with a rapid thumping heart.. Sorry mate, couldn't stop to help. Arriving only a minute late. I would've arrived on time if this stupid car didn't take my parking spot.Again, #$%^&*((&%$!!!!!

It's only Monday and this is definitely not a good start..

Am taking leave tomorrow. Sis Yanti will arrive from Oz early tomorrow morning. I miss her so much. And I have so much to share with her.. And I miss my dear nephew, Shaqil. I miss having tiny people around the house..

I wish I can take leave for a week...

Things I hate about myself..

Familiar with the term "Kerana mulut, badan binasa" ?

I get myself into trouble because this big fat mouth of mine. I like to talk, and many of times, words were spoken out without the mind doing the thinking.. And many hearts were hurt.. I've tried to be extra careful with every word I was about to say but I ended up talking less. When I did think too much, I didn't feel like talking at all.. I tried to listen more but I ended having monologues and I heard nothing from the other party. My mind will wandered around while the other party kept on talking.. In the end, I'm not being the chatty ol' me..

I used to be a girl with a vengeance. I wanted people to hurt like how I was hurt. I stayed silent when people were saying their sorry. I wanted them to suffer begging for my forgiveness. But as I grew older, nothing is more satisfying than having to hear people said their sorry..

I learned that it takes a lot of guts to utter that simple word. Saying sorry shows how remorseful and miserable they feel. And I don't feel the needs to say anything else because deep inside their hearts, they've learned the lesson. The hatred surrounded my heart melted like the ice under the hot sun when people delivered that word especially when it came from the one I love so dearly. I needed to say nothing more.

As much as I hate seeing people begging for my forgiveness, I wish not to put myself in that place. Begging is for slaves and I am no slave. I didn't say that 5-letter-word if I didn't feel the grief. The word were expressed when I really, really meant it. I had learned the lesson and I prayed not to repeat it. And even if I did, it was unintentionally. Accept me for who I am. People make mistake because none of us is perfect..

It's Sunday and at Putrajaya

I am typing this entry at Mr.Joe's office. Mr.Joe had to work this morning. His Department will launch a big event tomorrow. So he brought me here with him and later we can still catch a movie.

This is my 2nd time here. The 1st was last Friday when Mr.Joe had to stay back so he brought me here while he did his work and I was busy snapping pictures. His office is huge. Boleh buat sideroll 5 pusingan badan. Tapi kerusi die tak best, keras. Sangat tak selesa untuk tido.

Ah, bosannye..
I brought my work along.. Daa, I'm off to do my work too..

Untitled

"Lulus"

"Huh?"

"Spaghetti"

"Tak pedas ke. Pastu cam manis sangat tak?"

"Ok je. Sedap. Tq baby"

hihihihihi.. Senyum meleret sengsorang baca sms..
Mr.Joe cakap tak sedap, konfem aku merajuk kan.. heeee

Play cook #2

Ah, ofis blackout lagi.. I'm so fed up, it's so frequent these days.. Nasib baik hanya lampu tak menyala.. I am typing in the dark..

Anyway, I am now eating my breakfast cooked by myself. *clap hands* Yup, I woke up early and made my own and Mr.Joe's breakfast for 2 days already.. Ma and Pa went to Perak on Monday to send Bro Wan for his interview at UTP and stayed overnight.. And they arrived late last night.

Today is spaghetti.. I cooked spaghetti last night for my dinner and I heated it this morning.. But my spaghetti is very pedas. I innovated the recipe and put in cili padi to make it extra hot. However it turned out extra peri-peri hot.. I like it tapi mesti Mr.Joe merah2 telinga masa makan.. hee..

When it comes to cooking, I am truly, deeply, extremely malas. 2years back, before Kamini, (Sis Yanie's maid) came, I was only malas. I still cooked a little bit everyday. But now, it's so severe.. I only cooked when there's nothing to eat or Ma fell sick and she cant cooked. only then I'll cook. On the normal ground, I just help Ma in the kitchen....doing the cleaning thing..heee

Give me all the cleaning work to me, I'll make it squeaky clean but if you gave me a ladle and a cooking pot, ah, that's when I'll scratch my head yang tidak gatal.

Talking about spaghetti, I remember at Suzy's wedding, Akmal and I were discussing about how expensive to get married these days and Akmal said, "Why cant we have spaghetti served during the wedding, I'm sure it'll be much cheaper"

I think so tooo :)

Meetings and food

Meetings with Datuk mean good food are served.

When we ordered meehoon, you can see huge prawns. As for dessert, expensive and colourful fruits like grapes, kiwi, cherry, mango and dragonfruit. Ah, really mouth watering I tell you. Tak makan rugi and some of the members of the meeting can manage to eat 2 plates. However, today was a disaster when the person in charged accidentally forgot to place the order.

I freaked-out this morning..

What to do, what to do and kept calling Mr.Joe.

Relax.
Relax. Mr.Joe said.

In the end, we were served sandwiches, cold samosa and a plate of honeydew. Ordered from the cafe downstairs.

The moment I stepped into the meeting room,

Suraya, what is this. Mana meehoon or nasi goreng..

Aiyak.. You came here for meeting or to eat???

Well, everyone must be so hungry because the meeting ended with empty plates on the table. Hmm, the brains must be working so hard preparing for Datuk's meeting..