First of all, tadi aku klik kat blog terkini. Terserempak satu subjek blog.. dia tulis Liar, Liar, Liar.. aku mati2 ingat dia nak meroyan pasal pempuan zaman skarang sangat ligat iaitu dalam erti kata orang veteran cam aku ni.. Liar.. bila aku nengok elok2.. rupanya dia nak kata penipu.. Mengong tul la aku ni..
Kembali kepada citer meroyan aku.. seperti mana yang korang tau, kompeni aku ni masih liat nak bayar gaji. Yer, aku tau.. dah setahun lebih hal ni cam ni kan? Haaa. .ni yang aku nak meroyan sebenarnya.. Nope bukan sebab gaji yang tak dapat.. itu memang akan dapat.. cuma lambat tapi ni nak meroyan pasal orang yang:
Akan tanya aku kenapa aku masih lagi disini. Kenapa aku tak carik kerja lain. Kenapa aku tak usaha. Ni aku nak cakap once and for all. Kalau ada kerja lain, dah lama aku blah. Tapi disebabkan aku ni dah tua dan tidak berapa laku dipasaran, maka terpaksa la aku berusaha dengan lebih tekun. And yes! .. aku memang berusaha mencari kerja. Segala atuk nenek website dah aku korek. Kalau kan paper tu dah puas aku gunting2 sebab nak apply kerja. So please la jangan main assume yang aku ni suka duduk terperosok kat sini sambil menunggu maut.. well more like menunggu rezeki datang bergolek. Aku paham konsep rezeki tu.. Yang ia tak kan datang tanpa usaha.. So, please.. kalau nak bagi nasihat.. biarlah nasihat yang memberangsangkan, dan bukan, "Kenapa ko tak carik kerja lain?". I HATE THAT!
Akan tanya aku, "Dah dapat gaji dah?". Bila aku jawab, "Belum", jawapannya kat aku.. Kesian ko, cam ner ko leh tahan? Sakit ati tak? Hah? Kalau korang la.. sakit tak hati korang? Sakit kan? WTH.. kalau ko menanya stakat nak kesian je.. emmm, rasanya tak pe lah. Aku pun leh kesiankan diri aku. Tak payah korang cakap korang kesian. Kalau kesian sangat.. bayar kan la bil2 aku. Tak pulak offer kan?
So, cam ni la, kalau korang rasa korang stakat nak bertanya2 kosong.. please don't. I am already so stressed on my own, without having you add on to that stress. As it is, we used to be able to rotate our attendance when we weren't paid. But with the new management, we aren't allowed that. If we don't have money and want to work from home, then we have to apply from our Annual Leave. Logic tak? Ko dah la tak bayar aku, ko nak amek jugak Annual Leave aku? Siot je lah..
Sambil klik2 laman ni.. tengok2 juga blog2 terkini. Best jugak ramai yang masih gagah menulis. Aku? Well, ada jugak la sekali sekala.. tapi dah jarang2 dah.. Tak tau nak nulis apa kadang tu.. Balik2 benda tu jugak la kan?
Tapi untuk pengetahuan korang, masalah office yang setahun lalu masih berleluasa. Raya kali ni, insya'Allah tak de gaji jugak. Tapi aku dah plan awal2. So baju2 anak sumer settle. Baju aku pun da settle. Yang lain2 tu tak penting sangat la.. Anyway, nak share entry yang aku tulis awhile back and posted in FB Notes.. Rasanya aku belum meroyan pasal benda ni lagi..
I wish I had no debts
Yeah. Who doesn't? Everybody I know wishes they could all live debt-free and cash rich for the rest of their lives. Everybody, and that includes me. Especially at this moment in time. Why now? Well, because if I was debt free then I would be able to pursue what I love.. No! Not Vin Diesel. That one, I lust.. It's writing, people. I love writing.
I went for an interview yesterday for a job as a writer. Although I knew that it wouldn't pay much - Yes, surprisingly, writers are minions so they are paid very little. Unlike editors who are considered demi gods (Editors-in-Chief are almost equivalent to Zeus) and get paid quite a lot - I still went for it. And, the EIC did say that my writing style can be improved and that it sounded very fresh (at first I thought it was a compliment meaning that my writing feels new, but actually she meant my writing was still not commercial enough), but they were willing to take me on as a writer. Not Junior Writer where I would have to cover all the crappy stories, and not a Senior Writer where I would be able to interview Siti Nurhaliza and the like, definitely not Deputy Editor who would probably be able to hob nob with Vin Diesel, but a writer. Someone who would have to cover events that would probably have one of the AF kids in it. You get the hierarchical states? Hmm.. yeah.. so that's where I would be.
The EIC also said that with my management and operations background, she would be comfortable to let me manage a magazine. Think Ugly Betty - the American version. Come to think of it, the EIC did look like Vanessa Williams, but I digress.
So here's the opportunity that I have always been looking for. To write and to learn how to write better so that someday, I can publish that chic lit book that I have inside of me. The catch? It pays a pittance. It does not even match the current salary (which is not a lot), in fact it's half of it. And that's why I wish I had no debts.
As with most of us mortals, a major portion of our salaries goes into making good with the bank. I think mine's at 70% now. So, if I did take up that offer, that would mean I would have to live in fear of the phone again. Which is what I had been doing until about a year ago. At this age, I don't think I need that stress anymore.
I had told the EIC that I needed to go home and think about the consequences. They little pay, the long hours, the perks (you do get some), the distance from home, the long climb up until I do get to be a Deputy Editor (estimated at 6 - 10 years). And I had almost made up my mind that I was going to reject the offer and stay where I am for the sake of sanity and making good with the bank, until I received another phone call from them asking me to go for a second interview.
I felt appreciated that they called me for the second interview, although the 2 articles I wrote for them impromptu yesterday sure sounded like crap when I read through them in my mind. So, do I go with my head, or with my heart.
Do I choose to pay the bills, or do I choose to be who I am?
Damn! Dah dua bulan setengah aku tak menulis kat sini eh? Lama betol. Kalau tak tu dulu.. satu hari 2 - 3 kali aku menaip dan mengepost. Well, maybe I am too pre-occupied with FB dan game2 dia.. but mostly sebab aku tak de benda yang best nak citer. Nak citer pasal kerja.. ehhh.. sama je. Nak citer pasal love life.. ehhh.. pun sama jugak. Plus Mrs. Doubtfire dah masuk balik FB so kalau nak bercerita kat sana, pun dia leh baca. So, tak la terpanggil sangat dengan keperluan mengadu..
Tapi aku ada jgak masuk sekali sekala through mobile service. Baca blog2 kengkawan. Tak selalu.. tapi ada lah. Good to see that ekawan is still blooming, masih ada orang2 baru yang memblog dan juga masih ada orang2 lama yang still going strong.
Sometimes, I wonder how they do it. I know some of them have a myriad of sites, and yet they still manage to maintain them all. Aku yang dua ni pun susah nak maintain.. :-)
Anyway, today is the last working day of the school holidays. I watch it slip away with mixed feelings.
Happy because:
I don't have to cook breakfast and lunch in the mornings before I go to office
I don't have to worry about the kids being at home the whole day
Unhappy because:
It's back to waking up at 5am from next week to make breakfast and get everyone ready before 7am
I will have to spend my nights mengadap baju2 sekolah yang kena gosok for the next day
Tak boleh pergi kerja lewat sedikit sebab kereta tak banyak, so keluar pukul 8 pun masih OK lagi
Ah well.. u win some, u lose some. Tak sabar tunggu Ogos pulak.. cuti raya and cuti skolah..
Meneruskan topik dan irama padang pasir.. ini dia citer ari ni. Sorry eh, makcik kopipes jek dari FB. Dua tiga menjak ni otak rasa cam tak nak fungsi je. Benda yang suka dah jadik tak suka. Benda yang tak suka jadik meluat.. Maka.. terimalah gubahan ku kali ini..
I seriously doubt the lucidity of the people in the office. The people meaning the people in power of course, and no, that does not mean me. As I have no power here, and I like it that way.
We were all told to move to an empty office without the office being properly equipped. And by equipped I mean no WLAN, no Printers, no Photocopying Machine, no Pantry (shock! horror!), no Ventilation and best of all NO AIR CONDITIONER. The bosses' rooms do have a semblance of cold air coming our from their vents, but where ROAR (this is the acronym of a person in the office) and I are sitting.. zilch! nada! nothing! Only hot warm air blowing out from the already broken compressor.
Yes, the location is all nice and pretty and I actually have shelves where I can put my stuff. But, the heat is just getting too much for me. I mean, look at me! I am not exactly without insulation here. I think I probably have enough insulation to last me through gruelling treks across alaska.. IN WINTER!
FS (another acronym) took pity on me and found me an old stand fan (imagine that, a KDK stand fan in an office environment) to use. Which I thanked him for. Unfortunately, like everything else here, it too has lost the will to live and died out on me last week.
So, in the spirit of stoicism, I stayed the whole day on Wednesday at my desk, basking in the warmth of the environment. Happy, happy, joy, joy. NOT!
Enough of stoicism!
Today I decided to find some comfort.
I mean, if I have to come to office and work, I might as well try to work in comfort. I am now bumming in the meeting room upstairs, where the air conditioner actually works. I also sent out an email to everyone at the office. This was it.
Salam Semua,
Memandangkan tempat duduk saya seperti sauna.. dan saya rasa saya dah cukup slim dan tak perlu disaunakan lagi.. saya telah membuat keputusan untuk bermastautin di bilik mesyuarat Tingkat 16 sehingga cuaca badan saya kembali stabil.
Saya boleh dihubungi dengan: 1. Ber’SKYPE’ di xxxxxxxxx 2. Menalipon di +6012 xxx xxxx 3. Bertemu di bilik itu 4. Di email di alamat yang tertera diatas
Sekiranya ada sebarang mesyuarat di bilik ini, saya akan bermusafir ke mana2 tempat yang sesuai. Tetapi yang pastinya beraircond. Sekian.
Pretty sure the message was clear enough to all, especially to the powers that be.
Sunday was finally D-Day for moving. Took leave on Friday, Monday and Tuesday to make sure the transition was smooth. Hah! Wishful thinking.
Discovered on Friday that there were too many more things left in the house that needed packing. And by packing, I don't mean wrapping everything up securely in newspaper and placing them in boxes, lined with those styrofoam peanuts thingies. No, last minute packing here means, to actually throw everything into boxes and label them according to what they were. I actually have boxes labelled with long, long descriptions just to ensure that I know what was in the box. An example wud be; Medicines, Telephone and everything in the rack ubat. There was also a box labelled Mak's room-last minutes stuffs. Along asked if I wanted to number the boxes in case they got lost in transit. The earlier ones were all numbered. By Friday, I had lowered my standards to just making sure I knew what was where. I am proud to say, I do know what is where and did not lose anything in between although I am telling everyone in the office I don't know where my office shoes went as they comment on my wearing my CROCS to work.
I won't go into the details of the actual moving. Moving is moving and everyone will have to go through it at least once in their lives. But the activity prior to and proceeding it was an eye opener.
I told hubby this morning that the next time we do move, please make sure that he is rich enough to hire people to pack and unpack. If at age 44 I feel like I'm about to die, imagine how I would feel if we had to move again at age 50. Of course by then Along would be 22, Abang would be 19 and Adek would be 16. I am hoping at least one of them inherit my obsessive compulsive disorder.
In total, I've probably disposed of 30 huge black plastic bags of unwanted goods, 2 boxes of stuff to Cash Converters, Several piles of newspapers and books to the Old Newspaper Man, a box of good books to be donated to my sister's friend whose weekend activity is to teach indeginous children in Dengkil some English, a truckful of old furniture to be dumped, 20 over boxes full of stuff (psst.. I have 2 big boxes of clothes, and tOH has only 1.. the killer here is Along has 3 boxes.. and she's smaller than I am), and everything else in the house.
I slept at 1:00 AM on Saturday and 2:30 AM on Sunday. I woke up at 6 on both days to ensure everything was were it should be.
Sent Along to school and tOH to work on Monday and continued unpacking on Monday. Some friends and family actually suggested that I do the more important ones.. Sorry friends. Not that your advice is not good, but if you know me, you'll know that that will never happen. Everything unpacked and the house given another vacuum and mop by Monday, 8:00 PM.
Tired? You damn well bet I was tired. Called Sam at 5:30 on Monday and cried from tiredness. Never done that before. But yes, I was so tired I cried. So dead tired that my brain was not functioning properly that I accidently hammered my right eye on Monday night after I picked tOH up from Kelana Jaya LRT.. It was stupid really and was not like the incidents you'd see on Mr. Bean or cartoons. I had the hammer in my left hand, and I wanted to pick up something else with the same hand. As I picked up the item and brought it closer for me to have a look at, the flat side of the hammer connected with my eye. Causing it to bleed slightly and to be swell slightly.. I blame it on the brain not functioning..
There is a little bit more to do, like rearrange the store.. Yes, I know. It's a store, why bother right? Sorry people.. Obsessive Compulsive people were born this way. But that's about it. I've put netting on the gates. I've covered the kitchen from rain. I've knocked wallhooks on doors. I've put up some pictures. I've washed 7 loads of clothes and stuff. Curtains were put up courtesy of Along. Clothes all put away in cupboards.. Yeah! The house is almost a home.
Owh, did I mention the rain bath I took while trying to save the washing machine (which had to be put outside due to lack of space) and the cooking area from the torrential rain yesterday? Excellent!
Moving house? Nope. Would not recommend it to anyone who does not have help.
Not ready? Yeah.. I am so not ready to move. No, not move jobs, but move houses.
The end of the month has come and gone, and yes, we are still at the old house. The landlord is not in a hurry, and I guess that's the reason why I am not either. But I made a decision, that WE HAVE TO MOVE THIS WEEKEND.. other wise we would be forever procrastinating and looking for another weekend, and another weekend, and another weekend.
Yes, we finally found a house. It's smaller than the one we have right now. But, it's OK. It has a big backyard, although the owner has decided that he/she wants nothing to do with grass and has actually cemented every single area in the house. The front, the back, the everything. So, now the house looks really spartan and plain and.. yeah.. white. Because the owner also does not believe in colors in their life. I asked if we could paint it ourselves. Yes, but we could only paint it with white.Huh?
So, back to my not being ready to move. Yeah, I will miss this house that I am living in right now. Not because it held any extra special memories. Memories are being made all the time. But it's just that we've sort of settled into the house and made it ours. I heard from our agent that the owner sold the house for RM300k. Padankan la dia tak tanya kita orang nak beli ke tidak. Memang mampus tak mampu. And it's not that big either to warrant that kind of money.
Apart from the emotional issue of leaving the house, there's also the physical moving of everything. I haven't packed much of what I needed to pack. I have thrown out a lot though. I think in total, I've used up 15 of those HUGE, black garbage bags. Sold some to Cash Converters. Left another huge box at the recycling center. Have another huge box of clothes to be donated. A huge pile of books and papers and what nots to be sold to the newspaper man. And those are just the things we don't want. I have already packed 15 boxes of things I do want, with more to go.
In my crazy state of mind, I feel like giving away all my dinner plates and glass stuff. Alhamdulillah I am still lucid enough to realize that I will have to buy them all over again if I do something that stupid. But the thought of packing.. and then unpacking.. Urggghhh!
Ah well, I guess I'll have to just grin and bear it. Maybe I just won't unpack a lot of stuff. In case we get the urge to move for good sometime.. hopely it will be a long time yet..
Yes, I do post less and less frequently here now. It's not that I have nothing to say, but after I have tended to my farms, my cafes, my cities and commented on the various statuses that I see, it's actually time for work. And even then, sometimes I actually give work a miss. No wonder, we get paid intermittently. We work intermittently!
Anyway, I still miss eKawan as this was the place where I could be anonymous and spew what ever I needed to spew. Although through out the 4 years that I have been here, I have met personally with a few people. Some who have become fast friends. There are also some people whom I have not met at all, but still are firm friends. And the fact that Mrs. Doubtfire actually deactivated her FB account, gives me more reason to write here.. Although, if I am lazy, I would probably copy paste what I wrote there to here.
The part about kubur kita lain2. Well, it was like this. I was talking to a friend about my fears for my children. My eldest especially. She is growing up to be a really 'hot' young woman. And, yes, I am afraid for her. For her curiousity with things that I wish she would be curious about. But what can I do apart from tying her up to her bed, and taking away all forms of entertainment and media. I mean, come on, they even s3xed up Star Trek, ok? What do you expect about all other media forms. Malay movies? Have you seen the posters for Evolusi KL Drift (I don't know what installment it is now)? Scandalous!
So, how can I expect to protect her from wanting to know more? How can I forbid her from being curious?
So, the conversation was about that and what I can do, apart from tying her up, of course.
My friend told me that the best we can do as parents is to provide them with information. Yes, even if the information is something that you wish you did not have to impart. Like halal, haram, berdosa, sunat, makruh, aqidah, iman, fillial responsibility, parents expectation and if all else fails, protection and safety. We could kick the hell out of our kids if they strayed. We could slap them till their ears ring. But curiousity usually outweighs all else. As much as we make du'aa everytime we prostate that they will not do stupid things, we need to remember that at the end of days, we do not answer for their misdeeds. Yes, we will have to answer if we did not provide the knowledge or the information, but ultimately 'kubur kita lain2'.
I admit, taking care of a teenager in this day and age is very, very difficult. But no matter what they do, or no matter what we do, I believe that I will have to make my children understand that I love them unconditionally. And in times of need or when they are in dire straits, they can always come to me for shelter and yes, love.
Malam tadi masa antar Along tusen, dia mintak nak pegi kedai nak beli air. Semenjak dua menjak cuaca panas ni, memang itu lah kerja anak2 aku. Air Gas, Air Gas, Air Gas.. kadang aku beli. Kadang tak. Tapi skarang Along tengah ketagih Air Teh Kundur pulak. So, tah cam ner, mood aku baik malam tadi, aku bawak la ke 7-11 sebelum tusen tu.
Bagi kat dia RM10 and suruh dia beli untuk adek2 dia sekali. Yerlah, tak kan dia sorang je sedap kan? Kira aku, cukup la RM10 tu. Cakap ngan Along.. Mama tak nak. Then dia tanya.. Ayah nak beli tak? Aku just berdengus aje. Dengan maksud, tak payah la beli untuk ayahnya.
Tapi masa dia masuk keter semula, tengok dia beli jugak air untuk ayah dia. So, I asked her.
Me: Along beli untuk Ayah ke?
Along: Yer
Me: Kenapa Along beli untuk Ayah?
Along: Ma tak cakap apa2. So Along beli lah. Lagi pun Ayah selalu beli untuk kita. So sekali sekala kita beli lah pulak untuk Ayah. Tak fair la cam tu.
Me: Apa pulak yang tak fair nya? Kalau Ma tak beli untuk Ayah, Along cakap tak fair. Tapi kalau Ayah tak tolong mak buat kerja rumah, Along tak de pulak kata tak fair <-- jauh nyimpang kan?
Along: Itu lain. Ayah kerja.
Me: Habis, kau ingat aku tak kerja?
Along: Tapi mama tak pat gaji. Ayah dapat.
Me: Ma bukan tak dapat gaji. Ma jarang2 dapat gaji.
Pokoknya, ko tengok la anak aku. Baru umur 16 dah ada opinion tentang kerja perempuan dan kerja lelaki. I am so disappointed with her opinion. Tak terfikir ke dek dia, yang aku ni pergi kerja sama je ngan ayah dia. Tapi bila balik, aku ada satu kerja lain yang aku sorang je buat?
True, Ayahnya tak balik seawal aku. Tapi weekend, aku masih lagi buat kerja rumah.
Ni nak pindah ni. Aku sniri tak tau bila aku nak pindah. Rumah masih lagi macam nak duduk 5 tahun. Aku dah buang dekat 10 karung plastik benda2 yang tak nak. Pack dekat 10 kotak barang2 yang nak. Tapi MASIH lagi banyak barang.
Semput didada makin menjadi.
Cam ner tak tensen?
Topik lain pulak: Mana pergi sumer orang yang aku kenal? Daisy. Ilya. Suzu. JP. Dan lain2. Sumer dah berhijrah cam aku jugak ke?
Disclaimer: This was written a while back. But esawan was living up to its name. I cudn't load the page. So, today, finally, it's OK!
I think I need to find another outlet for creativity. Somewhere I am not judged for what I say, and for what I don't say. What I think, and for what I don't think. In a sense, I really appreciate Mrs. Doubtfire for being who she is. For although, I am pretty sure she doesn't agree with half of what I say and think and do, she is never judgemental about it. I don't know if she is talking about it to other people behind my back, but as far as I know, she hasn't.. much. And as far as I can remember, she would usually just tell me to my face is she thought I was being more ridiculous than ever. For that, I thank her.
But sometimes, you have people who are really not 'friendly' - for lack of a better word. They usually have their own opinions and would rather you concur with those opinions and somewhat abandon yours. I am not saying that the opinions are bad.. no. Some of them are rather good actually, but from their point of view, only their opinion counts and yours do not. You know what I mean? No? Well, that's your own opinion la kan? Hehehe..
Anyway, seperti biasa, aku mesti lose my train of thought bila menulis. Aku kadang2 ni heran la pulak kan? Kenapa aku sekarang tak de mood nak menulis. Have I lost the ability? Is this what they call writer's block? Do I not care anymore? I know that there are words in here (my brain) that still needs to come out. Maybe I just need another place where people are non-judgemental..
Dengar on the news pagi tadi that J.K. Rowling is accused again of plagiarism. Well, I do believe that maybe she ceduk some parts from here and there. After all, writing has been around for centuries, and tak mungkin ada satu cerita yang baru yang tak pernah diceritakan dahulu. Most stories have been told before in one form or the other.. And I guess you could say that 'imitation is the best form of flattery' but you could also say.. those who can't write, plagiarize. Or in my case, critique.
Happy weekend people. I am on leave the whole of next week, sebab nak habiskan cuti tahunan aku yang ada 9 lagi..
Nasib baik la aku ni jenis tak pakai banyak2 password. Kalau aku ni jenis satu akaun satu password.. memang mampus aku tak ingat dah nak masuk eSawan dan eLawan ni cam ner. So, since aku pengamal Banyak Akaun, Satu Password maka aku masih dapat meneruskan lagi nyawa blog aku ni.
Aku memang dah lama tak memblog. Bukan tak de idea. Ada.. tapi bila nak menulis rasa cam 'ehhhh, bukan ada orang nak baca pun'. Dah la ada orang komplen, blog aku ni asyik komplen je. Komplen sal laki. Komplen sal kerja. Komplen sal anak. Komplen sal gomen. Komplen sal orang giler meroyan kat kedai makan yang aku slalu pergi tu. Yang ini wajar la aku komplen.. korang leh imagine tak, ada sorang mamat ni. Bawak motor. Datang makan kat kedai tu. Kedai tu nak kata besar tak besar, kecik tak kecik. Tapi tahap restoran la kan? So, dia orang sebab nak bagi ramai orang dapat makan, dia orang atur Meja - 4 orang duduk tu panjang2. Meaning.. sebaris je dia atur. Jadik meja panjang la. Tapi meja dia memang meja standard yang 4 orang boleh duduk. So, anyway, ini mamat.. kalau datang makan kat kedai tu memang orang lain tak bleh duduk la.. Dia akan duduk kat one of the tables. Air minuman dia kat meja sebelah. Dan helmet dia kat meja lagi sebelah.. Diagram cam kat bawah ni lah..
So, korang imagine je lah. Mana orang lain nak duduk?
Ikut ati aku.. aku sepak je kaki dia. Tapi since laki aku yang sampai dulu, dia mintak baik2 la suruh orang tu tepikan Topi Keledar dia..
Dan langsung tak berkaitan dengan rungutan diatas.. aku tengah nak start mengemas rumah ni. Owhh.. ini bukan kemas ala2 ngade2. Kita orang kena pindah rumah by end of March. Tuan punya rumah nak jual rumah tu. Actually, kita orang dah dapat hint2 dah hari tu and tengah berdebat sesama sendiri, nak bagi notis ke tidak ke. Tengok2 tak sempat aku bagi notis kat dia, dia call and bagi dua bulan notis kat kita orang. So, that kita orang punya deposit tu dia tak pulang kan lah. Tapi, we don't need to pay him 2 months rent. I have another RM500 for electricity deposit.. So, maybe itu aku suruh laki aku je la yang mintak.
So, sekarang, tengah sebuk mencari rumah. Dilema sepanjang zaman aku pulak;
Nak pindah dekat area2 tu jugak atau pindah jauh sikit
Nak pindah bagi aku n laki aku senang pergi kerja, atau nak pindah bagi anak2 aku tak payah pindah sekolah
Nak pindah rumah tanah, atau nak pindah apartment
Rasanya, seperti biasa, aku dan suami ku akan mengalah dan tidak menyusahkan anak2 untuk berpindah dari sekolah mereka. So, sekarang ni, tengah carik2 rumah la kat USJ tu.. Any one has any ideas?
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Tadi aku dapat email ni dari member. Ingat nak post kat FB tapi nanti karang ada lah pulak yang mengata. So, aku post kat sini.. You can take it anyway you want.. but I think I'll take it as a slap at all the mermaids wanna-be out there..
Pada yang kerja in KL.. happy 3-day weekend. Pada yang duduk kat area Gombak/Batu Caves.. korang dah beli provision untuk 3 hari tak? Karang jam kat area rumah korang jangan mengaruk dah lah..
Recently, in a large city in France, a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym. It said, "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"
A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.
To Whom It May Concern,
Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans.) They have an active sex life, get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp.
They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia , the Bering Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia . Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.
Mermaids don't exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human? They don't have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them, not to mention how could they have s3x?
Just look at them ... where is IT? Therefore, they don't have kids either. Not to mention, who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store? The choice is perfectly clear to me: I want to be a whale.
P..S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver, and a piece of chocolate with my friends.
With time, we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies.
So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy. Beginning today, When I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, ¨Good grief, look how smart I am!¨
Aku baru perasan, entry2 aku subject dia sumer ada tanda tanya. Aku ni tengah kompius kot. Sebab tu sumer ada question mark kat ujung tu.
Anyway, makcik malas nak citer kias2.. just nak bagi tau yang aku rasa boss aku memang dah tak waras... Citernya cam ni (point form je lah eh?):
Rabu ada meeting department, dia suh aku wat proposal 2 page. Dia cakap dengan tukang amik minit, jangan minitkan yang aku buat, tapi minitkan nama dia. Dia kata due Selasa depan
Semalam aku dapat forwarded email dari dia. Email tu was actually from him to the CEO kata proposal tu will be sent to the CEO tomorrow (yakni hari ini bersamaan hari Jumaat), dan dia cuma fwd aje kat aku. Nasib baik aku dah almost siap, tinggal touch-up aje
Aku antar kat dia smalam jugak dan aku note yang dia kata hari Selasa depan
Pagi tadi dia balas balik, dia kata dia tak ingat pun dia cakap Selasa. Dia cuma ingat yang dia kata hari ni
Then kejap lepas tu aku dapat minit of meeting dari dia, yang dah diPDF kan. Aku nak make sure aku tengok kat action item aku tu, guess what? Dia dah tukar jadik AKU punya action item and due date nya hari ni... huhuhu..
Rumusan aku.. dia baru sedar yang dia janji kat CEO yang dia nak antar hari ni, so, dia ubah itu minit of meeting and pdf kan menatang tu.. so that tak boleh ubah lagi.
Yer, mungkin aku bertanggapan buruk terhadap boss aku.. tapi aku tak heran dia wat cam tu.
Member2 aku sumer marah kenapa aku baik sangat terhadap boss aku. Aku malas la nak cakap ngan dia orang yang aku ni bukan dari golongan yang berada sangat. Yang boleh survive ni pun sebab laki bini kerja. Boleh la nak antar anak2 tusen begitu begini. Kalau laki aku kaya pun, aku rasa aku kena jugak kerja, sebab aku memang tak suka memintak. Kadang2 tu terasa jugak bila orang cakap yang I am actually chanelling this taking of advantage of me. Maksud aku, aura aku memang mengalakkan orang take advantage. Some ask me to change and be more assertive... well, aku kadang tu berpendapat that beggars can't be choosers. And until such time when I can choose, then I guess, I have to take care of my periuk nasi the best way I know how..
Semenjak dua menjak kami gaji tak ikut timing yang betul, boss aku berbesar hati untuk tidak mempenalize kami sekiranya kami tidak datang ke pejabat. Aku cakap tak datang pejabat eh.. kita orang memang jarang bekerja pun. Sebab masing2 menghabiskan masa mengumpat dan mengisi borang kerja tempat lain.
Infact, kita orang amek rotational leave pun. Seminggu aku kerja, seminggu dia kerja, pas tu aku balik.. dan seterusnya. So, actually during cuti sekolah ari tu, aku banyak cuti dan menghabiskan masa dirumah. Memang best! Anak2 aku pun dah macam happy mama dia orang kat umah selalu. Maybe off and on aku pergi la kerja kalau kena panggil masuk. Then, ada seminggu tu, boss aku pegi training, aku bawak anak2 aku datang office. Lenjan computer kat office. Memang dia orang happy giler lah. So much so, that dia orang cam confuse. Aku ni bekerja lagi ke tidak?
Then sekarang ni since dah start tahun baru, aku pun ada la azam baru untuk datang ke pejabat dan beribadah. Tapi of course la mood aku masih cam silakak kan? Yerlah, banyak sangat benda kat office ni. Tapi aku malas nak citer sekarang.. sebab nanti kalau aku citer korang kata makcik ni tiap2 tahun sama je.. komplen, komplen, komplen. Tak habis2 komplen. So.. never mind. Suffice to say, aku memang tak de mood nak ke pejabat.
Yang bestnya aku ni, bila tak de mood, aku pun mula la pakai pakaian yang boleh dikatakan kurang seswai dengan suasana pejabat. Iaitu sandals, slacks itam, tudung malas (ala tudung yang ala2 sarung tu je dan selalunya warna itam jugak) and baju tu tengok la.. selalunya blouse ala2 t-shirt.
Last Friday lagi hampeh. Aku pakai seluar yoga, tshirt berkolar warna kuning neon, dan sandals crocs aku. Along tanya.. "Ma pergi kerja tak ni?" Of course la aku jawab yang aku pergi kerja. Kata Along.. "Kenapa baju Mama FUNKY sangat?". Funky tu bukan la baju tu macam nak pegi berdansa kat club ala2 Play That Funky Music White Boy.. (sure korang tak tau lagu ni kan.. hahaha). Funky ni maksudnya pelik. Aku diam je.
Pagi ni dia tanya lagi.. Ma ni pergi ketidak kerja. Pergilah.. Along jawab apa tau? Ma ni pakai baju macam nak pergi Maju-Maju je.. (Maju-Maju ni adalah sebuah kedai mamak yang fames kat tempat aku). Aku jawab la kat Along, Ma sebenarnya takde mood nak pergi kerja.. Owwwhh.. kalau Ma tak de mood, mak amek je la baju hapa2 eh? Yes.. betul la tu.
Tapi, at the same time, aku pun cam malu jugak. Nak la jugak kena look the part and be a good influence kat anak2 aku kan? So, sementelah itu, aku nak wat azam tahun baru; aku akan pakai baju yang senonoh ke tempat kerja dan aku juga akan pakai semua baju baru yang aku ada dan dah beli dekat 3 - 4 tahun lepas, tapi aku simpan lam peti sebab sayang nak pakai.
Yer kawan2. Aku memang ada penyakit tersebut. Aku akan beli baju yang aku suka. Pas tu aku pakai sekali untuk pecah tanah. Then, kalau baju tu betul2 aku sayang dan suka, aku akan gantung lam plastik kat tempat gantung baju tu. Aku kira semalam, aku ada 6 baju yang boleh dimasukkan dalam kategori tersebut. Ada sepasang baju kurung tu, langsung tak pernah keluar melihat dunia. Hehehe.. So, aku akan simpan baju oren yang ala2 nak pegi Maju-maju ni untuk pergi ke Maju-maju. Dan akan memakai pakaian yang senonoh untuk ke kantoor.
No no no, aku bukan baru bangun dari koma atau baru sedar dari lamunan. Cuma baru ni aku boleh berfikir serba sedikit tentang tahun baru ni.
Dah nak masuk 3 minggu dah sekolah, aku masih tak settle dengan betulnya lagi anak2 aku. Aku pun tak paham apasal la schedule skolah begitu pening sekali.
Firstly, Along tidak lah begitu berjaya in her PMR. Well, nak wat cam ner. Dia tak la dapat 8A, atau 7A.. cuma alhamdulillah dia tak fail je. Another reason why aku rasa cam inferior ngan kawan2 aku yang anak2 nya sumer major achiever. Mak nya achiever, Anak pun achiever.. I must be doing something wrong. Puas dah aku mengupas akan ketidakjayaan anak aku.. Sampai satu hari tu kami gaduh mulut pasal prestasi skolah dia. Dia cakap, 'Ma marah Along bukan sebab apa, sebab Ma malu dengan kawan2 Ma'. Which is quite true.. but not for the reason you think. Aku malu dengan kawan2 aku for not being a better mother. I know, I know.. aku ni giler glamer. It's all about me.. but yes. Aku bukan kata dia tak pandai. Aku rasa aku yang salah tak bagi enough time for her. Well, anyway, past is past, and dia sekarang dah masuk kelas vocational catering, which she seems to enjoy. Dia dah plan nak masuk Hospitality Management for her degree, and walaupun aku cam tak minat yang dia buat tu, as long as she is happy and motivated to learn, I should be grateful, yeah?
Well, back to my never ending conundrum called life.. Tahun ni, I have 1 child in the afternoon school, a primary school child in the morning, and Along in the morning as well. Their time table.. V A V A V O O M M ! !
Mon
Tue
Wed
Thu
Fri
Along
Pergi
7:30
7:30
7:30
7:30
7:30
Balik
4:00
2:20
4:00
4:00
12:35
Koko
4-6
Sukan
4-6
Abang
Pergi
12:30
12:30
1:15
1:15
2:30
Balik
6:50
6:50
6:50
6:50
6:50
Koko
8-10
8-10
Sukan
7:30-9
Adek
Pergi
7:30
7:30
7:30
7:30
7:30
Balik
1:00
2:00
2:00
1:00
12:00
Koko
4-6
So korang fikir la.. Cam ner aku tak pening. Time2 yang regular tu OK la. Boleh la Auntie nya datang amek. Tapi time2 yang pelik2 tu? Sapa nak amek. Sapa nak antar. Koko dia orang? Sure dah tak boleh nak cater dah.
Masa mula2 tu, aku rasa cam nak berenti kerja jaga budak2 ni pergi balik. Borak ngan member, dia orang kata, time koko tu biar je lah bebudak tu stay back. Ramai kengkawan buat cam tu. Aku jawab balik aku tak nak sebab:
Aku tak cayer anak2 aku akan duduk dendiam kat dalam skolah. Mesti ada yang nak merayau pegi CC ke, pegi kedai2 kat depan tu ke. Yang operator CC tu pulak.. apa lah ko pegi bukak depan skolah. Tak de tempat lain ke nak bukak CC? Siot betul
Aku kesian kat anak2 aku duduk kat skolah, tak de tempat lepak
Dan ROOT CAUSE nya yang aku tak bagi dia orang stay back - AKU TERLALU MANJAKAN ANAK2. Hehehe.. yup.. aku la ibu yang sangat memanjakan anak2nya.. dan juga sangat mengcontrol anak2nya..
Tahun ni aku kena mencuba untuk melepaskan dia orang sikit2 la.. Kalau tidak, sampai bila2 pun dia orang tak berdikari kan?
Yeah.. easier said than done..
Endnote:
Aku ingin mengucapkan takziah pada Zulm kerana anak2nya telah kehilangan ibu mereka. Tulah, aku ni jarang2 sangat masuk.. baru tau malam tadi. Aku pun nak kena mintak maaf kat Zulm sebab aku pada mulanya ada sedikit rasa gembira bila terbaca berita tu.. Korang jangan salah paham dah lah..
Sometimes, I think that I AM my worse enemy. I think to little of my abilities and my self worth that I start to assume too many things.
Like for instance when the 'grrrls' (that's what we call ourselves. Ourselves being 200 fourty-four year old ladies who used to go to school together) go out and meet and neglect to invite me, I will get all 'huffy' about it. To no one in particular mind you. No one will layan me if I do that. I don't think it's intentional. They probably didn't invite me because they thought that I have things to do. Office work to worry about. Owh, and yeah.. I don't get my salary on time for me to have much to spend on brunches, lunches, and teas.
And kadang2 when they do invite me, I feel so 'kolot' compared to them, that I have to think twice, thrice and maybe quadruple times before I actually go. Not that I don't love them. I do! Love them with all my heart, as I am sure they too. But, I feel like such a loser sometimes when I am in their company. Big cars. Big houses. Big posts in Big companies. Latest gadgets. Latest Handbags. Overseas vacations. You know, all the things that make a person. In the public eyes at least.
Yer, yer, aku tau. Tak baik dengki. Itu sumer rezeki dari Allah. Yer, aku tau sumer tu. Tapi disebabkan aku ni pun manusia.. Ada jugak rasa iri dalam hati tu.
Tapi tulah. Dalam FB tu, dia orang letak gambar bila dia orang bersama2 bersekongkol. Atau make reference to an outing that I don't know about. Ishhh.. hati pempuan yang hampir nak menopos ni terasa jugak tau!
Tak pe lah.. aku pendam2 kan aje perasaan iri aku tu. Simpan lam peti and buang jauh2 (metaphorically la. Tak kan aku nak amek perasaan tu betul and sumbat lam peti.. ish!). Ni, 30hb ni ada lagi satu gathering.. Gathering je kerja skarang ni. Aku cakap aku nak pergi. Kalau aku rasa macam kerdil, dan aku tak pegi, korang ingat Mrs. Doubtfire kecik ati tak?
Dang... dekat 3 minggu aku tak mengupdate. Nampaknya memang betul berantu la si FB tu. Dia tarek aku sampai aku tak dan nak mengupdate kat sini. Hehehe.. blame it on the FB and not on my own kemalasan.
A friend told me that most of the people yang ada blog ni are missing something in their lives. Ada yang tak cukup. Tak cukup kasih. Tak cukup sayang. Tak cukup attention. Tak cukup.. yerlah.. u get the idea. Dia kata dulu aku tiap2 hari without fail will write something in here. Sometimes, dua tiga kali pun. Tapi sekarang ni dah nak masuk 3 minggu pun aku tak rasa ngelenyar sikit pun. Well.. I don't know if what my friend says is true. I do have things to say. It's just that sometimes, I just don't see the point in ranting and raving. Most of the time, it's about my sucky work, my sucky life, my sucky work.. owh.. I already said that. But when I come to think of it.. it's not so sucky. It's sucky only because it's not what I think it should be.
I want to be highlypaid, doing an easy job, going home early, cuti as and when I like.. but at the same time feed my need to excel.. Hah! Mana nak dapat kerja cam tu kan?
And come to think of it.. I'm almost there already with the job, apart from the intermittent pay. Bayaran gaji sekali sekala tu yang tak tahan. Lain dari tu.. aku rasa.. aku dah OK dah.
So.. apa yang sucky? Cam tak de kan?
My life? Hmm.. sure I don't live in a bungalow.. let alone a house of my own. Yes. Setelah hidup di dunia selama 43 tahun dan bekerja selama hampir 20 tahun, aku masih tidak mempunyai rumah sendiri walhal ada kawan2 yang dah masuk rumah ke-2, ke-3.. tak tau la kalau ada yang ke-4. But.. husband can still afford to put a rented roof over our heads. Kids can still eat. Yeah.. we can still go to movies. We can still have McD or Pizza at least twice a month. Elok jugak tak kerap dapat gaji. Tak payah bawak dia orang selalu.
Sure, our holidays are mostly day trips to somewhere near. We have never had to soil a page of passports to go on holiday. Unlike my friends yang passport dah macam lunyai sebab kalau holiday mesti berjalan2 keluar negara. But, we usually go as a family of 5. Adalah kadang2 laki aku wat hal tak nak ikut.. Tapi usuallynya.. ber-5. So.. tak la sucky sangat kan?
I must and I SHOULD count my blessings.
Everytime I pray it is always to ask for murahkan rezeki. I think, I have been blessed with that. But not in the form I think it should be.. MONEY. But in the form of friends that I can always count on. When my fridge broke down last year, the girls collected money and bought me a new one. When husband was in hospital and we had to pay for the bill so close to raya.. I got raya money and cakes and cookies and macam2 lagi from friends that we had cookies left over to give to other needy people.
Yeah.. I totally believe that my rezeki is the friends that Allah has given me.
And all of you are part of my rezeki in this world. For that I want to thank all of you for making my life a better place. For listening to what I have to rant. For supporting me even when I make stupid remarks. For being there, even when I'm not totally there myself..
I sincerely wish you a happy new year, both the muslim as well as the orang puteh one. May the new year bring you all the happiness you deserve. May the rain that fall in your lives be few and far in between. May you be showered only with luck and love and no more tears than you can handle.
To all.. a Happy New Year!
Time For Miracles - Adam Lambert
Its late at night and I cant sleep Missing you just runs too deep Oh I cant be thinking of your smile Every kiss you cant forget This aching heart aint broken yet Oh God I wish I could make you see Cause I know this flame isnt dying So nothing can stop me from trying
Baby you know that Maybe its time for miracles Cause I aint giving up on love You know that Maybe its time for miracles Cause I aint giving up on love No I aint giving up on us
I just want to be with you Cuz living is so hard to do When all I know is trapped inside your eyes The future I cannot forget This aching heart aint broken yet Oh God I wish I could make you see Cuz I know this flame isnt dying So nothing can stop me from trying
Baby you know that Maybe its time for miracles Cuz I aint giving up on love You know that Maybe its time for miracles Cause I aint giving up on love No I aint giving up on us Baby can you feel it(feel it) You know I can hear it(hear it) So can you feel it feel it. You know its time. Baby you know that Maybe its time for miracles Cuz I aint giving up on love You know that Maybe its time for miracles Cuz I aint giving up on love You know I aint giving up on us You know I aint giving up on Oh I aint giving up on us
Masih lagi feeling2 tension dan sedih semalam. Masih lagi berfikir kenapa aku tak pat kerja2 yang best. Balik2 kerja yang B to the O the R to I-N-G!
Then nak nyedapkan ati, aku pikir la jugak. Kalau kerja sini, masalahnya gaji dan boss yang slalu hangen. Tapi lain2 hal yang penting pada aku masih OK. Seumpamanya, nak cuti senang, kerja tak berat, leh balik awal dari tempat2 lain, kurang stress, kawan2 best cam adek beradek, jauh sikit dari rumah tapi parking murah, kat bawah ni ada K-Jam, banyak allowance, dan seterusnya. Lagipun aku dah tak de bibik kat umah yang nak jaga bebudak kalau aku lewat. So, kira OK la kan?
Nak sedapkan ati..
Beautiful - EMINEM
Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me, are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me, I'm reaching out for you
I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how I pry away And I ended up in this position I'm in I starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and tried to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with rap I need a new outlet I know some shits so hard to swallow And I just can't sit back and wallow In my own sorrow But I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you have to walk a thousand miles
[Chorus:] In my shoes, just to see What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's mind Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful Oh they can all get fucked. Just stay true to you
I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor Everything is so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room Just as soon as I walk in It's like all eyes on me So I try to avoid any eye contact 'cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation Like I want that... I'm not looking for extra attention I just want to be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fucking man servant Trying to follow me around, and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of them ain't even funny like Ah Marshall, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes And you don't have to walk no thousand miles
[Chorus]
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful Oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful Oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so
Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands we're dealt We have to take these cards ourselves And flip them, don't expect no help Now I could have either just Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned But take this situation in which I'm placed in And get up and get my own I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags Never sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in Every single place Every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant acting stupid Aunt Edna always told me Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that Meanwhile I'm just standing there Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this Till I stuck my tongue on the frozen stop sign poll at 8 years old I learned my lesson and cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description 'cause where you see it from where you're sitting Is probably 110% different I guess we would have to walk a mile In each other's shoes, at least What size you where? I wear tens Let's see if you can fit your feet
[Chorus]
Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world Where they can be alone... so Are you calling me, are you trying to get through oh Are you reaching out for me, I'm reaching out for you so oh oh
Yea... To my babies. Stay strong. Daddy will be home soon And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes That fit you, so put em on and wear em And be yourself man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny, Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful
Sometimes I feel like such a loser.. Dah banyak application letters sent out. From the applications dapat a few interviews. But so far none have been fruitful.
Rasanya cam dah OK dah masa interview tu.
Rasanya cam dah OK dah masa buat assessment tu.
Tapi when crunch time comes.. I am not successful.
Well maybe, belum lagi.
Focusing on the good sometimes help.. tapi hari ni.. only chocolate ice cream and sleep will work..Got my choco ice cream. Sleep belum lagi. It's 8:13pm and still at the office, meeting with the CEO yang tak habis2 lagi.. Otak aku dah sakit.. Mata aku pun dah sakit..
Dah lama aku tak tag entry aku 'rantings'. Selalunya 'off the cuff' aje. Rantings kat sini bermaksud.. membebel dan meroyan tak tentu pasal.. bukan dahan2 pokok yang kecik2 tu.. So,ni aku nak membebel ni.. dengar eh?
Pagi tadi, seperti biasa, laki aku, aku, dan anak dara kecik aku mendengar Fly.FM sesambil on the way kerja. Huh? Naper anak dara kecik aku ada sama? Dia dah tak tahan duduk rumah asyik kena bully aje ngan kakak and abang dia. Datang office mama lagi best. Walaupun tak bleh tido, boleh main computer sesuka ati dia, dan mama layan bawak pegi OTK beli cokelat, beli yoghurt dan lain-lain jajan yang dia nak. Anyway, pagi tadi, one of the topics on Fly.FM was the issue of orang yang JAUH lebih tua ber'kawan' dengan orang yang muda. Dia orang tak define kan perkataan 'kawan' tu. And terpulangla kepada kita cam ner kita nak define kan. Kawan 'mainan'. Kawan 'luahan rasa hati'. Kawan kawan. Kawan apa2 la.. Topic ni berkitar dari sebuah panggilan dari seorang datin yang berumur lebih dari 50an yang mengatakan dia lebih suka berkawan dengan lelaki yang umur nya dalam lingkungan 25 ke 28. Apabila silelaki tersebut menunjukkan gara2 nak matured.. Dia akan cakap BABAI kepada lelaki tersebut, and move on to younger pastures.
Well, si Nadia ni pun meroyan la. Kata bahawa we should all just stick with people our own ages. Kenapa nak kawan ngan orang yang lebih tua. And that people in their late 20s are at the prime of their age, and should be around people at their age, so that they can enjoy life. Dia jugak cakap, people at the age of 50 and above have had their share of life, have lived their lives, so they should just focus on other things. Kira kubur kata mari.. maka sila2lah sedar akan kelalaian korang tu.
Haaa.. mesti lah aku marah kan? Bukan la nak kata aku ni makcik tua tak sedar diri yang kemaruk nak ber'kawan' ngan anak ikan walhal laki and anak2 ada kat rumah. Tidak. Bukan itu sama sekali. Yang aku marah tu, cara dia cakap.. by the age of 50 you should have lived your life already.
Eh, Hello! Apa ko ingat kalau umur aku 50 aku tak boleh nak enjoy2? Kalau umur aku 50 aku tak bleh nak bercinta? Kalau umur aku 50 aku tak bleh panjat kinabalu, atau everest? U get the idea. So, terdorong dek hangen aku, aku sms la pendapat aku kat dia. Hehehe.. mangkuk punya Nadia. Boleh ke dia baca nama aku sepenuh2nya.. siap ngan binti2 aku lagi. Basically, aku cakap yang dia selfish dan old-fashioned. And true to her character, dia memang tak suka orang yang go against her, so dia terlepas cakap nama aku on national radio. Memang la lagi hangen aku sebab laki aku AND anak aku pandang aku cam aku orang giler. Dem! Itu sebenarnya yang mak/bini aku sms beriyer2 tadi..
And true to Nadia's character, dia belit2 balik dia punya statement to say, that kalau nak bercinta, bercintalah ngan orang yang sebaya. Old fashioned ke tak old fashioned.
True there will be difficulties kalau kita bercinta/berkahwin ngan orang yang jarak umur nya jauh dari kita. But who are we to say whether it is wrong or it is right. And yes, maybe we should try to live our age, if only for society's sake. But, please don't try to insinuate that my life is over once I hit 50.. for all you know, it would have only just begun.
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