Bring It On!

It's not even a week passed, but I already feel the 'heat' working here. Here I mean in this new division. There seems to be so much of things to do, and each can't fall into any stupid mistake. Everything has to be very perfect. Well.. you can say I am just doing some normal administration works, but a single titik kalau tertinggal will mean : you have to repeat doing that letter or paper all the way back.

I have been told by Juwita about how meticulous my boss is, still, she sincerely thinks that that attitude need to be installed in every bosses. Me too. I guess, I still can swallow everything she said or order, cause so far she's being reasonable. Err.. maybe it's way too early for me to say so. Whatever it is, only people who are born billionaires can stay idle till they die, aren't they?

Err..Need to go home early today, ezzah bersunat! Ahaks. Daa!

Intann : Be thankful. And have a blissful life.

The FBC Check-up

I went for my monthly blood count check-up last Friday. As usual, the queue bored me. I almost dozed off waiting for my turn. Ugrhh.. Saw my blood oozed out my hands, hmm..what a sign. Have to wait another one-hour for my blood to be taken to the lab. Hmm.. So I went to the café, the mini post office, ATM, book-store and twice to the toilet, still, ramai lagi yang dok tunggu. Hmm… tido kang!

After a nice 4-hour of waiting, finally the doctor called me in. My Goodness! Guess I gave a long pout on the face so apparently, the doctor repeatedly apologized. Err.. bersalahlah pulak. Nape pulak dia nak mintak maaf nih. Kan tu semua patient dia somehow. Hehe..

“Eh..takpe..takpe..” I replied. Along with a fake grin. Hehe.

I saw the FBC result on her table. Got my name on it. Tapi.. 80?

Err..bukan platelet kot.. Must be another cells. Hmm. Tak puas hati. Without asking, I grabbed the paper. My doctor smiled. “Nape? Tak percaya.?”

Uhh..ooh! That was really my platelets!

80.

Hmm.. Wonder what must have cause that.

Somehow rather, I am really contented. Thank you God. Thank you. That really lifted me up.

Intann : Let’s pray for next month’s result k?

New Division – New Boss, New Tasks!

Right after breakfast, I rushed to mengadap my new boss, a.k.a ‘hajah’, to hear what are the tasks awaiting me. Well, obviously Juwita must have told her that I’m quite ‘seriau’ with all this; I mean the expectations, scope of work and all. Errr..It’s not that she is garang or what, but I think it is entirely me. Tah hapa hapa.

There goes my new tasks; Parlimen, Buku 10 Tahun National Landscape, the Memorandum, Nota Kabinet?, Pelan Induk.. err..apa semua tuuu…I was jotting everything down. Kalut semacam jer. Hehe.. Not trying to impress her lar..what for..? After all, the job will still be on me what… So she told me about how the expectations are going to look like, in other words, you must not walk, you must RUN! all the way during working hours. I noticed she frowned a few times, maybe thinking whether I am absorbing to what she is saying or not. Semacam jer muka budak intan ni..paham ke dak.. * Giggle*

“You’ll in charge Pelan Induk Padawan, Port Dickson..bla..bla..bla..okey?” I quickly nodded. Hehe. I did not dare to blink.

Err..Padawan tu kat mana hah..Sabah ke Sarawak huh..?

Intann : Wish me luck friends.

My..my..it's 2008..

It’s 2008. Happy New Year!

I just can’t believe it. A year past.You know. Everything. Beside the fact that I’m getting’ old ( tu wenti nain) , I just can’t figure out why time flies so fast I feel like I’m way wayyy behind. Everything seemed to be evolved. This morning, as I watch Ezzah eating her biskut ikan on the high-chair, deep down inside me was thrilled; to see her grow so fast. I can barely remember her face when she was a baby. It was like err.. so fast!

Where is my baby clad in batik cloth? She was so small then. So soft. My. Look how big she is now!

Everybody is talking about resolution here and there. Well for me..definitely to shed down kilos will be my priority. Uh no.No. It’s the Solat first. Bad mama!

Let’s reminisce what happened in 2007.

January

Hmm.I was carrying Ezzah. 7 months. Being transferred from Technical and Special Project Unit to Valuation and Coordination Unit. New boss. New friend.

February

Nothing much. Juwita and I – pantang ada time, we’d slip out for baby-shopping! Uh. Mon cher; report duty to JLN. Everybody envied me. Haha. Plus, finally he got to know how I work all this while. Well, his first big task was handling Hari Landskap Negara. While I got the excuse to rest. Hehehe. Guess people were worried to see my perut.

March

Well. Big month for us. For me? I should be praying, grateful that Allah had spared me my life so that I can watch and hold Ezzah Zahrah; growing and call me “mama!”

Although at some point, I remember being devastated by my penyakit, the breakdown was so huge, when I give a thought about it, I felt like crying. Guess it is one of God’s sign for me. It’s some kind of a constant reminder.

I remember one day I was still at the hospital. My platelets reading were still not convincing, and knowing that they wouldn’t release me home, I called my mom, crying. She comforted me, and told me not to cry during pantang. At the end of the conversation, she went saying;

“Sabar Intan.. this is maybe your dugaan from Allah. Intan dah 28 tahun, all this while your life have been so perfect. You never face any circumstances, don’t you? Just endure it. Just for a little while. I’m sure it will end soon.Very soon.” Well, I ain’t sure whether it’s over or not. But at least I have my mom, don’t I?

April

10th April 2007. I was discharged. Finally. Slowly I learned back how to smile. Everybody gave a loud sigh upon the come-back. My God, how I’ve been a trouble to people. I don’t blame them. Even until now. But I don’t ask for the trouble either. All I can do is to THANK everybody who were with me. I appreciate every doa, visit and company, all the way through.

May

Back to work. But my weight boosted like HELL! It’s the prednisolone. The drug they prescribe me; got my body bloated with a round moon-face. Please, I have enough suffering thinking about it, you don’t want to imagine that will ya?

And I hate to answer people asking. Really hate that.

“Eh..kenape..gemuk sangat niiii?” Whatever.
Came one sarcastic lady. “Ehh..orang lain pun beranak jugak..tapi tak lah gemuk macam ni..”

Well I did cursed her. Just didn’t come out from my mouth je.You better go home bersyukur you are sihat walafiat. And shut your bloody mouth.

June

Routine check-ups. Trying very hard to get my boss’ trust back. He seemed to ‘forget’ me somewhere, somehow. Well, I don’t blame him. Think he got fed-up with me since I have to leave work quite many times. Uh oh. We found/hire a daily basis maid only to find she bluffed ‘bout her age and got all of us having heart attacks! Not for long makcik!

July

Hmm..all the same. Felt like a bad scrap. You know. Feeling like a weirdo. Feels like people hate me. Talking at my back.Hate that. At times, I made stupid mistakes. Goshh! Got a new maid. Finally.

August

IFLA World Congress 2007@PWTC. Uhh..dinner. Hate meeting old friends. They’ll ask!

September

It’s fasting month. Guess what. I didn’t had any RICE all the way through the month. Can you believe it? Neither do I.

October

Hari Raya Puasa. The RICE fasting finally burst. To what? Of course my mother in-law’s nasik dagang. Hehehe.

November

Well there were rumours I’d change unit again. Hmm..

Disember

Confirmed. Commencing 3rd January I’ll be in a new unit. With Juwita.

Hari Raya Korban 2007

The Flood and The Fury

Everyone seemed to be rather skeptical when we announced that we’re going to celebrate Hari Raya Korban in Kuala Terengganu; all because of the endless flood warnings all around the country especially the east coast. Thousands were evacuated and the roads were closed, for the arising water and landslides. Mon cher, instead, was very calm. I, to be frank was skeptical too. In my mind, I was picturing the old wira – my 13 years old car trapped in the flood. Sheeeshhh…!

The journey went well. No floods, no congestions whatsoever.

It’s good to see mon cher’s parents; hale and hearty as usual. Tonnes of kids were at their house. Uu..it’s school holiday. No wonder. And they were buzzing Ezzah; maybe for her funny-looking-rounded-shaped hair plus the big-eyed stare she made at everybody. Apparently she was sooo excited to see so many kids surrounding her. Plus the chickens, ducks and cats. Wonder what she was thinking kan?

Mon cher and I were doing akikah for Ezzah. A day before hari raya, all 10 mon cher’s siblings were home. His eldest sister lives next to the house. A sister lives with the parents. Another brother lives nearby. Others made a long trip like us; from KL, Kuantan, Jitra, Kota Bharu, Shah Alam, Sungai Buloh.. Err..dah berapa aa..?

Since a kenduri will be held a day after raya, Tok (mon cher’s mom) was the all-jumping person. Well she should be..He he. Ye la. Mana nak gi pasar lagi. Nak masak untuk pagi raya lagi. Nak harap menantu ni…? Huhh! Bad, bad menantu!

She was as usual, calm, and never call any of us to help her.

Unlike my Mama. Eheheheh… She’d scream her throats, anak tekak and lungs out until she sees every daughter of hers were down to help.

“Hangpa ingat hangpa anak raja ka main turun nak makannnn ja…..” . Hmm. Sounds like a mom.

“Kalau hangpa anak raja pun, kalau dah mai duduk rumah aku, aku panggil masak. Aku tak larat.” She’d sounded us. But sometimes, doesn’t work on me and Syima. Hi hi.

While Tok Ki (mon cher’s dad) was preparing one of his cow ready to be slaughtered on Hari Raya, he was too, surrounded by the cucus. Some were on the jambu tree, the other running tadok aroh. Yang sorang gi tu, dengan baju kurung, innocent face, baik punya angkat kain nak panjat pokok jugak. He he.

“Cuba duduk me-molek siket..” Tok Ki softly warned them. But you know well. Kids.

Ezzah too. Tak padan dengan kecik, insisted to get outside with the other kids. They’d sing to her, pull her legs, jumped and made funny faces, just to get her smile and giggle. But they were never play rough with her. Yang geng besar sikit, will help Ezzah to walk. Petite assistant. Good for me. Hi hi..


Bantal Peluk

Mon cher and I will never miss a visit to Mahathir’s house during hari raya since we’re married. This would have been the fourth time, but this time, it was a have to visit. He tompang his bantal peluk and other stuffs with us sebab dia balik naik bas. So we have to send them to his staircase.

“Kitorang hantar je la ye.Tanak la naik makan-makan. Malu la. Asyik gi makannnnn je..” I text-ed him. Seriously, I’m already segan with his mom. And his sisters.

“Datang je.Nak makan ape.Nak pegi pasar ni.”

Hmm..dia ni memang la. Tak membantu lansung. Sure makanan which I can’t resist tu!

So we went,on the third day of raya. Guess what. As we stepped in the house, mon cher smelled something yucky. Ergghhh..Ezzah berak! Huh.Tak sempat ambik nafas naik tangga.

My diet burst again. There goes Sup Tulang and Ikan Celup Tepung on the table.