Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Was introduced to the brand Ann Taylor by www.whattechung.com

Feels like I am now more mature, hence, my style has shifted to be more demure, simple, classy and clean.

Bye bye fun clothes, I am into classic pieces now, especially white.

For the last few months, I've clicked on Ann Taylor website for so many times, I even fall in love with their ready-to-wear wedding collections. Tah kenapa tah gila baju kahwin...Haha. Tapi memang cantiklah...And so convenient that you can order your wedding dress online.

Bad news is, they don't ship to Malaysia.

Baru-baru ni, ada sale 60% off on most items, I weep inside...

Sunday, December 28, 2014

My son had a fall in the bathroom.
When he grows up, I'm gonna tell him it's because he was stubborn and refused to follow what I said, which, by the way, had become last night's bedtime story.

My son loves water and whenever I give him a shower, he would take the opportunity to disobey me to continue playing with the water (because he knows I'm the only person who would layan what he wants).

Me: Baby K! Enough! Finish!
Baby K: (Grunts in disapproval)
Me: Sudah!
Baby K: (Makes angry face)
Me: Baby K!
Baby K: (runs away from me and falls down --> loud cry)

He was bleeding at the chin and in the mouth.
I picked him up and calmly tried to stop the bleeding.

Mother, as expected, panicked.

I soothed my baby and changed him. Changed my clothes and off we went to Hospital XXX.

Baby K was quite fine, actually. Had a good cry for probably 10 minutes. After that, he was more clingy and menangis mengada-ngada.

Saw the doctor, and he said Baby K needed to be admitted so the stitching could be done in the OT (operating theatre).

Me: What?! Can't you just give some medications that make him sleepy?
Nurse: Tak boleh, Kak. Kalau bagi tidur pun, dia mesti jaga punya.
Me: Is it deep?
Doctor: It's quite deep.
Me: How much is the total cost?
Doctor: About RM4k. So, when was his last meal?

I refused admission. Paid RM56 for nothing.

Went to a government hospital instead. Because I know they are more reluctant to admit patients unnecessarily.

By this time, my son was already happily running around. He chased after the cat and the cockroach, he even played hide and seek. Tak padan dengan baju berdarah-darah.

Our number was called. The doctor said, he would send us to procedure room for 'skinglue'.

Me: Boleh pakai skinglue?
Doctor: Boleh.
Me: Because, I went to a private hospital just now, and the doctor wanted to do it under general anaesthesia.
Doctor: No need.
Me: I think so too!
Doctor: Okay, pergi bilik sebelah ambil Panadol. Lepas tu pergi Bilik 13.

I skipped the Panadol part because, well, I nak cepat and my son didn't look like he was in so much pain. Haha. Sorry, Baby K, tapi satu kerja lah pulak Mommy nak paksa awak minum ubat!

So, masuk je Bilik 13, Baby K screamed and cried. Tak buat apa-apa lagi dah berdrama...

Mommy tak kira, Mommy tekan bahu kuat-kuat. Mommy tahu itu semua lakonan saja. Habis je the procedure, keluar Bilik 13, automatic Baby K senyap lalu ajak main lagi... (-___-")

Me: Dah siap. Anything else?
Doctor: Ini prescription ubat.
Me: Apa tu?
Doctor: Panadol.
Me: Tak apalah. I beli sendiri. I dah ada dekat rumah. Thank you!


When we were small, my parents never brought me or my siblings to government clinics/ hospitals if we fell sick. So, I grew up thinking- (1) there was no govenment clinic. (2) there was only government hospital, and they are for really, really sick patients.

Now, I have many doctor friends. And I also found out you only have to RM1 for a visit to the government clinic/ hospital.

I have nothing against the government hospital because I think, they are there to help the rakyat. And in my opinion, the rakyat should not abuse the facilities!

Me, for example, I could afford to go to the private hospital, so I went there.

But, I was not happy with the doctor's recommendations, so I went to the government hospital instead.

However, all the while I was there waiting for our turn, I felt so guilty! I felt like I was robbing other people's needs. They might need to see doctor more urgently than we had to. I felt like they had to wait longer because my son and I took a number. I also felt like I was misusing the service.

And that's why I refuse to take the Panadol the doctor had prescribed for Baby K.
For RM1, my son received skinglue and SteriStrip, which I know, should cost a lot more than that. I could buy the Panadol from the pharmacy, I even could buy the flavoured medicine.

How can I accept the Panadol, when I knew, at that time, the people in the East Coast were in a huge flood, which destroyed the hospitals and their pharmacies and all the medicines?

My act may be small, but I hope I could somehow, contribute. Contribute so that they would have leftover medicines for the people who are really in need. Contribute so that the people who really could not afford to see the GP, could see the doctor faster.

Although, I can argue, the facilities are for people from all walks of life, besides, I pay my taxes, but I think, our society is so used of taking instead of giving, don't you think? We love to take, take, take.

We don't prioritize our needs.

"Let's go to the RM1 Clinic! So, I can use the money I save to buy that handbag..."

Seriously, you would rather spend your money on a handbag, instead on your health?

And please don't complaint about the waiting time...

With RM1, my son got satisfactory treatment. I didn't mind the 3 hour wait. In fact, I was so happy that my son didn't need to be admitted. Sakit sikit je tu...

I'm such a cool mom! If I wasn't there, I'm sure Mother or my husband would have simply followed the doctor's orders and made my son go through unnecessary procedure.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Tadi, ada sesi berjumpa supervisor and mendapat puji-pujian. Tapi, mesti ada tapi, dalam pujian ada teguran.

"Perhaps you should be a little more hardworking," she said.

I terkejut. Nak tergelak pun ada. Because...

Is it really that obvious!!!

Tu lah, malas nak buka buku, tapi nak sambung belajar, pastu stress nak exam, buat style orang bujang study last minute...Old habits die hard...Tapi sikap ini jangan dicontohi ye...Walaupun it sometimes works for me, but you shouldn't take that risk.

I ni...Macam mana nak berubah ye!

Anyway, after that session, I felt a little bit better. Sikit je lah. Because they believe in me! Apa masalah I dengan self-esteem ni haa...

My colleague, who's in the same boat, said her husband is not happy with our tight schedules and long working hours.

Ye lah, nak buat macam mana kan...

I'm glad my husband is very supportive. Terlebih supportive kadang-kadang.

Husband: You kena sambung belajar...
Me: Tapi...I malaslah...Exam susah! I nak berhenti kerja...
Husband: Tak boleh. You kena tunjuk dekat Baby K yang you ni hebat.
Me: Alaaa...
Husband: You kena ingat Father. Dia hantar you belajar tinggi-tinggi, takkan you nak stop...Jangan sia-siakan peluang ni. You kan bijak, you mesti boleh buat.
Me: You cakap senanglah! Bukan you yang kena buat semua ni!
Husband: Nanti, I boleh ikut pergi overseas...
Me: Tak semestinya dapat pergi overseas...
Husband: Ala, lepas ni, you boleh berhenti kerja and buat business sendiri. Dapat banyak duit.
Me: Tapi, I nak tolong orang susah!
Husband: Boleh juga tolong orang susah kalau dah kaya nanti...
Me: Kenapalah you tak kaya...
Husband: I kaya jugak lah!
Me: Hahaha...Tapi kawan I tu, dia berhenti kerja jaga anak...Bestnya...Lepas tu, suami dia belikan dia handbag, kasut...
Husband: I pun belikan untuk you juga!
Me: Tapi I nak berhenti kerja!
Husband: Cubalah dulu...I selalu doakan you untuk berjaya.
Me: Ala, you sebenarnya nak tumpang glamour je kan? Tapi I yang susah!

Basically, I had the above conversation when I was in no mood.

Padahal, kalau my application was turned down hari tu, I yang menangis macam orang gila, lepas tu depress rasa diri tak beguna.

Bipolar betul.
Apakan daya, aku hanya manusia...

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

One day, my husband came home, telling me how he had spent his afternoon at the car showroom, mingling with the salesmen and their customers.

"Abang dah tahu dah macam mana diorang tukar-tukar kereta!"

He began to explain the method, which I no longer can remember howvbut it made a bit of sense at that time.

"So, kita pun boleh buat macam tu. Main rolling-rolling je! Setiap 3 tahun, kita tukar kereta."

I nodded. "Tapi," I said, "kita orang Islam tak bolehlah buat macam tu. I tak sukalah hutang-hutang ni..."


A few months ago, I was car shopping.

Me: Model ni, ada discount?
Saleman: Kalau you beli model ni, diskaun RM5 ribu. Lepas tu, I bagi you free bla bla bla...
Me: Model ni pula?
Saleman: Yang ini, discount RM3k. Tapi esok sudah boleh dapat. Bla bla bla...

Me: Kalau I bayar cash?
Salesman: Kalau cash, tak ada discount.
Me: Haaa? Apasal pula? Saya nak bayar cash, patutnya you lagi banyak bagi saya discount and free gift!
Salesman: Ohh...Ini bank punya policy.

Kalau macam tu, bukan discountlah namanya!
You still make profit via the bank loans kan...
Meaning, all the free gift you promised tu, sebenarnya tak free pun!


I rasa tertipu...

In the end, I beli kereta tu. Payung pun I tak dapat!
*Rolls eyes*
Tak tahulah accurate ke tak cerita ni...But my husband told me that his friend who's working with a credit card company said the wife of a politician spends a fortune.

Then, we imagined the things we can do with that much money.

Then, my husband said, "Kalau dia bagi points dekat kita pun tak apa."

We chuckled at the thought.

"Betul juga! Mesti dia tak redeem points dia kan..."

Haha. Dapat points pun dah puas hati. I ni memang kaki redeem point!

I always say to my husband, "Bertuah you ni dapat isteri pandai jimat duit..."

Monday, December 22, 2014

Sekarang update blog tukar style.

Update pendek-pendek.

Orang nak baca pon senang.

Nak type pon senang. Apa rasa, update cepat-cepat!

Tadi, I tried to come home early. Early pon, 7.30pm baru sampai. Anyway, was happy to see my baby. He asked for milk, then, he fell asleep.


I owe my family an apology.
Semuanya sebab Mommy nak sambung belajar.
Berjauhan dari Daddy sebab Mommy nak timba pengalaman baru yang lain.

Salah Mommy.

Tapi Mommy harap, pengorbanan ni tak sia-sia.

Ilmu itu dituntut.
I hope I can serve the community better.
I hope I can represent the Muslimat in this field, Fardhu Kifayah.
And I hope to teach you that learning is neverending, you just don't stop.

(Dan ini semua ayat memujuk hati)

Sunday, December 21, 2014

I never knew I possess this amount of patience until my son tested me with his tantrums.

The old me would have exploded.

For the past 1 year and 4 months, I had lost patience only twice. The first, when he was 2 months old, I was tired and alone and he kept crying and woke up everytime I put him down. I felt paralysed. One point, I just screamed to dilute his cry.

The second time was when he was around 4 months old. I can't remember what exactly happened, all I can remember that I lost it.

Of course, I felt so bad afterwards. He was just a baby and didn't know anything. I was supposed to protect him.

I was still adjusting at that time. And I remember that I was really frustrated toward my husband. I thought he purposely made himself busy so he can avoid taking care of our baby. I also thought he was hu ha at work while leaving me at our messy home. How fun, he could take a break while I can't.

Then, I started to work and I learnt to juggle things and Baby K was thriving well. I've never lost patience since.

Even when I came home tired, Baby K is always my priority. I even pity him (and myself) because Mommy has to leave him for work, so often.

Just now, Baby K had the worst tantrums.

Now that he's taking his afternoon nap, I'm glad I kept my cool. He's just a baby and he was just sleepy and wanted to play. He was in a foul mood but I remember the many other days when he was so well behaved and adorable.

Mother witnessed how I handled him.
She must have been proud of how much I've changed.

Thank you, Baby, for teaching me about patience. Love you forever.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Not many people know I am furthering my studies.
Because I am scared if I fail.

Exam is getting near.
I told my friends who know about my worry.

Funny how they have more confident in me than myself
- you're a genius
- you're smart
- you'll pass surely

This has put even more pressure on me! Now, I need to meet everybody's expectations!

My exam has probably 25-35% passing rate. 40% at most. Definitely not 50%.

I wish they underestimate me. Then, if I passed, I'd surprised everyone.

And I really, really don't want to fail because I don't want to prolong this journey and I need to get out from there as soon as possible.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

An 80 year-old gentleman with his 76 year-old wife, both using walking sticks, hand in hand.

That's the kind of Makcik I want to be.
The kind who instantly warms other people's hearts for doing nothing but being me.

I hope my husband and I will grow old together and we will always holding hands.


Wednesday, December 10, 2014

If sometimes you are not happy with your work or you're lazy to come for work, remember
- be thankful that you have a job. There are so many people out there who wish they had jobs
- be thankful that you are healthy to be able to do work. There are so many people out there who wish they are healthy so they can work

And, if you're unhappy because you have to work when you're not supposed to, remember
- at least you can claim those extra hours
- if you can't claim, hopefully your work will benefit other people. Sesungguhnya, orang yang disukai Allah adalah orang yang bermanfaat pada orang lain

Because I found out I will be called tomorrow. Gaaahhh!!! Sabar, sabar. Sleep well tonight and don't mind tomorrow. Ikhlas.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Hari ni, asyik gaduh je dengan colleagues/ bosses/ clients...

The worst I had today, happened just now.

My staff told me that I have a pending work to do. So, I said okay, and had my meal first.
Then, my boss arrived.
Suddenly, he accused me for being lazy and calculative because he said I refused to help me.

Me: (WTF!) Saya tak ada pun kata saya tak nak buat.
Boss: Ada staff cakap you tak nak buat.
Me: Which one?
Staff 1: Akak tak ada pun cakap Miss macam tu.
Staff 2: (Shaking her head)
Boss: Yang itu, you have to sort it out between you and your staff.
Me: I baru je tahu pasal case ni 15 minit lepas. Tadi, I baru settle kan another case. I planned to help you after I had my meal. That's why I went to eat first. I never said I did not want to clerk this case. Masa staff inform I pasal case ni, I langsung tak ada buat muka ke, naik suara ke...

Then, he changed topic. And he started to cool down a bit. (Ciri-ciri orang guilty)

When he left, I turned to my staff:

Me: Siapa yang bagitahu saya  tak nak buat kerja tu?! Saya nak bunuh dia!
Staff 1: Saya baru je keluar toilet masa Boss datang tadi. Saya langsung tak cakap apa-apa. Saya bersumpah atas anak saya!
Staff 2: Akak pun tak cakap macam tu.
Staff 3: Bukan saya...Saya faham masa tu Miss nak makan dulu...

Staff 2: Miss, Boss tu penat tu...Sebab tu dia macam tu.
Me: Ye...Saya tahu dia penat. Tak apa lah...Tapi, tak baiklah buat macam tu. Kalau tak, tak pasal pasal, kita pula yang bergaduh. Dah lah tadi saya kena maki dengan client. Tapi saya sabar je. Sebab saya fikir client saya tu tak sihat, sebab tu dia maki saya.

I went into my room and called my husband.
Then I cried. But he didn't know, of course. I maintained my usual cheerful self. I'm a damn good actress!

Biasa lah kan, kerja memang macam ni.

Over last weekend, I met a friend over lunch.

She told me the story when a client of hers spat on her. The saliva hit her her shoe.

She said, "Ectopy, I didn't study for years to be spat like that..."

Men...Why do they get so irritable when

- hungry
- tired
- lack of sleep

Kalau husband mula menunjukkan ciri-ciri nak cari gaduh tu, all I have to do is:
- Look at the time
- Realize it's his mealtime
- Cepat-cepat feed him before it gets worse

I had a great week last week.
My little family spent precious time together for 7 full days!
I just need to write this down so I can direct my mind to a happier place.

I know my boy was very happy to have both of his parents by his side. Clingy to my husband, as usual. Loves the swimming pool. Acted like a big kid when he wanted to jump into the pool.

I was happy too. And I'm so glad to be married to my husband. He's a great man. May we have a blessed life.