cOntInUaTION….

We had taken things for granted.

A lot. You might not realize it. But we do it everyday. Every hour. Every second.

Can u imagine not taking things for granted? Yes. I can only imagine it. But not practicing it.

Money.

Sports.

Movies.

Exams.

Family.

All these are part of the things that we take for granted everyday.

Me for instance, take a lot of things for granted. Work for instance: When I go for work, I’m certain I’ll get my salary every month. My clerks will do my works for me. My collegue will cover for me when I’m sick. My case will be smooth-flowing everytime I go to court.  It’s like a happy-happy ambience everytime you are working.

When i go home: I’ll find dinner will ready for us to eat. My Mom n Dad will be there sitting waitin for me to listen to my news of the day. My husband will be coming home and give me a hug. And then we’ll have dinner together happily and joyously.

When we watch the soccer match: (well, since my husband are a big fan of MAN UTD) He’ll put on his favourite jersey and sit in front of our tv, swearing, jumping and scolding the players, as well as the referree having so much faith in all those players. He’s so sure his favourite team will win the match without a single doubt.

Voting time: we’ve seen so many parties and politicians being so certain and taking things for granted that they will win.

Playing the rpg game and taking for granted you’ll win the game easily by using the cheats.

Meeting your boyfriend and taking for granted he’ll pay for everything.

Watching anime, and knowing the heroine will always ended up with the cutest hero in the story.

Hanging out with your friends knowing they’ll listen and support you stories. Always be on your side.

Poking and adding a friend in your facebook, certain that you’ll be poked back and added as a friend.

 

Yup…taking things for granted is like a habit that died hard. But things were never that simple. Take my life for example. I took for granted that I will be living happily with my spouse. Just the two of us. Together. Doing nothing. Just having fun. Paying ps2 games. PC games. Hanging out with friends and family. Staring at each other. Doing Nuthing. (Yup! I love doing that lately)…….aaahhhhh…how relaxing.

except it didn’t occur to me that we need to have children to complete the whole family pic.

Children? You mean like lil babies? tumbling out of me? Running around by the time they are one? Shitting whenever they want? That children?

My sis have been poking me since last two years…she wants to see babies! New one. From another person, not her. She’d retired by the way. I guess five is enough! Haha. Me?

Well, here’s the catch. I love shildren. Been taking care of them since 12 yrs old. All eleven of them. Except for the last one. Go to school. Feed the babies. Back from school. Lullaby them to sleep. Go to ngaji. Clean them up. Back from ngaji, play with them.

Unconsciously. I realized I took for granted that children are great. But they are not coming out of me. Ever! I’m happy with the way I am right now. Taking for granted that my family is okay with it. Taking for granted that my hubby is okay with it. Taking for granted that my friends is okay with it.

I mean, I got so used of making excuses for not making them. I’m HaPpYyYyy you guys!

Apparently, I also realized that I’ve to make one eventually.

So, guys…let’s say this together now:

DO NOT TAKE THINGS FOR GRANTED!!!!

 

 

%#@@*&^%

i don’t get why people take for granted certain things in life.

moi?

well…frankly saying, i do take things for granted everyday.

like what?

hmmm….practically everything!

shame on me?

huh! shame on all of us. shame on all the people living in this world.

wuzzup with me?

im just pissed like hell right now.

why? THEN U SHOULD READ ON…..NEXT POST PLEASESEEEE….

i hate it when he was away. ( saya kene pi outstation nxt week)

i hate it more when he didn’t have time to call me. ( saya kene abiskan projek by end of this week)

i hate it when he thought i was okay. (awak sure okay kan biler saya takde?)

i hate it when he was sick.(…..akit perot sesangat nih….)

i hate it when i was worried about him and became angry for not being able to help im out.(saya kat hospital nih…warded..)

i hate it when he pissed me off by saying things i hate to hear!(i’m gonna be late…nak lepak ngan kengkawan…)

i hate it when he sleeps while we were dating. ( zzzzzzzzz….ha? pe awak cakap?…zzzz)

i hate it when he’s swearing at the ps2 game loudly while im trying to sleep! (f****lah…kayu betul!!!!)

i hate it when he refused to exercise. (takpe…saya tak gemukkk….)

i hate it when he’s making excuses for not exercising! (….lagipon saya takde maselahhhhh…)

I HATE IT THAT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!

    BOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

was it my birthday?

14th day of march 2008

AAaarrggghhh!!! the big THREE-ONE!!!

Gawd! Never thought I’ll even reach this age this soon! how times flies!

Don’t get me wrong…I’m thankful to GOD for giving me a chance and blessed me with this awesome life….but turning thirty one is damn wild! I was okay-okaylah when i turned THE BIG THREE-O last year, thinking it was still a long way to turn another year older. But whoA! the day was here, last week!

For that, I was trying to forget my own birthday…but as easy as it sound, it was f****** hard when everyone remembers! Thought I was that insignificant to everyone’s life but apparently…NOT! Thanx to those who remembers and wished me that day. Luv u guys!!!!

And to add to my misery of sulking in the digits, Fara was planning a big dinner splashed with a lil bit of entertainment. To my horror, Azim was planning the same thing. Haha….great…just great….at the back of my mind, it’ll be cool just the two of us having dinner and gossips. Much to my surprise the plan involved Colbie Caillat.

I was in total bliss when Azim actually took halfday, and Fara was picking up her pal from US to join us. My!My! What a merry dinner it’ll be. Hahaha….yea, I know…what happened to me mellowing with the age receding right? Well, at the end of the day I decided, what the heck? Just have fun with your life and enjoy ur living years with ur friends and the man u love for once!

So, there we were glancing at the stage outside of The Laundry, looking at the mat sallehs walking away from the stage. Apparently they just finishing testing or reherseal perhaps. Where at that point, Fara was calling me:

Fara       : Jue where r u?

Me         : The first floor….near the red box, watching some mat sallehs getting down from the stage -

Fara      :  - that’s Colbie my dear!!!! U saw her???

Me glancing at Azim and turning my focus to the peeps downstairs and look at Azim again. Oh man…I can see his face changes….oh mannnnn…..

The thing is guys, the one fanatic fan of Colbie was not moi. But it’s the guy next to me. Yes. It’s Azim. How far a fanatic he is? Well, let’s just say, he actually memorize the whole 17-18 tracks of Colbie’s album. Yea…that’s Azim.

So, I just ignored them quickly and tugged Azim behind me. We actually agreed to meet up with Fara n pal at the Apartment. Since the place was packed along the pathway, so we decided to go through the small staircase at the side of the Laundry. When all of the sudden -

(Angry-Looking Big Guy/ALBG with black shirt stopped us midway)

ALBG    : Excuse me, please give way!!!

Me         : What? Oh. Ohkay. (What the hell is going on? Just because some mat sallehs’ is using the stairs we have to give way? C’mon lah Malaysia – )

I didn’t get to finish my sentence when one by one the mat sallehs guys appeared from the stairs and gave me a smile.

I just smiled back and greet them with HELLO! HI! WELCOME TO MALAYSIA!

(Welcome to Malaysia? Geez!!! How cheezy can you get????)

And then SHE appeared…..

Colbie     : Hi. (splashing her beautiful smile)

Me          : Er….Hi!

Azim      : Hi. (holding out his hand to Colbie) I’m your biggest fan! (Colbie shaking his hand and smiled)

Me         : ………..

After few seconds, we made it down the stairs gawking at each other. Hell! That was….what just happened?

Then few seconds later…..

Me      : Oh Shit!!!

Azim   : What??!!

I was looking at my phone. A sudden great feeling of regret succumbed me. The force was so great I nearly bang into a waiter.

Me     : Sorryyyyy…..

Azim  : Why?

Me     : I forgot to take a picture of you with Colbie….

Azim  : Whattttt???? Why? Why? Why?

Well…that’s the story of my birthday party…we made it to the Apartment and meeting with Fara while arguing blastfully about me being negligence of reporting the incidents without proof. Heh….what a fool.

We were standing like idiots on the stairs gawking at her. How the hell was I suppose to be alert and jump to the action and take her picture? Frankly, I wasn’t the fan…he is!!!

At the end of the day, since we didn’t get the pass to stand to watch the gig, we managed to get a good location upstairs watching her performing that nite.

Pretty satisfied when Azim was singing her whole songs to me in the rain. Guess, as long as he’s happy and we enjoyed the night together, nothing else matter that much.

Well except for missing a picture!!!

friends…huh?

February 27, 2008

I was having a normal day in Shah Alam Court, finishing my search for a missing file that’d been lost for 2 years! Whilst waiting at the registry I met my friend Jajal. Well, I thought, it’s not gonna be a boring day after all.

Well, after we’d finished our assignments we made our way to the cafe for our late breakfast. There we were sitting and talking about the current trends and topics of the day. Until he saw me looking weird all over.

I started the conversation with lesser enthusiasm cause I hate talking about bad experience, so I kept quiet. But knowing Jajal, he would push you to spill. Besides, knowing him to be trustful, I just gave him the gist.

The topic of the day:

I once had a good friend. She was the type of girl that you’d love be friends with. Other than that, no comment. However, there was this one incident that changed everything. She was in a financial problem. C’mon, she was my friend. I am known to be a very generous person. So, upon seeing her in need, without thinking twice, I withdrawn the money on the same day and loan it ti her. Much to her relief that she promised me to pay the next few days. I foolishly believed her.

The next month followed. Nothing. I texted her a couple of times. No answer. Apparently, she made payment after few weeks after that. But partial. Not even half of it.

By now, many things run through my sick mind:

What was I thinking?

How could she do this to me.

Then again, she did pay. So maybe it was okay.

I can still be friends with her. Right?

With this, thinking that she may pay the rest of it. No worries.

Wrong. She even gave me some excuses. This being done with a straight face. Yup. Nothing happened. And everytime she saw me smiling wihout updating me about the money. Neither did she being apologetic about it.

Hello! Reality TV. Yes, this is reality. I suddenly feels like the cast in The Hills! I wasn’t mad with her. It’s just something I don’t get. It’s still unclear to me. What the hell happened? I just lose interest and go on with my life.

I’ve got lots of friends who sometimes forget about a thing or two. Money especially. But they did their best to return the favour. Unlike her. It’s totally different. Definitely. I don’t know why. It just struck the core of my nailbiting heart.

Well, struck off one friend from my list. No trust. No friend.

I’m certainly not the kinda of person to choose friends. I mean I gain some, and lose some. But all in all, we still remains friends. But they are a few who’re not worthy of remaining friends.

Trust me. This happens to everyone. Even my husband. Be it your friend, or your maid, or your collegue. It can be anyone. Just like Jajal said, people thought we are rich. Being that in the picture, they took advantage of our generosity. However, when we need the return favour…it suddenly become null and void. He too had the same experience. It certainly taught us a lot.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, being trustworthy among your friends is the utmost crucial point of all. Once you lose it, than forget trying to be a friend anymore.

It’s not hard though. The sincerity is important.

d killer ride of the decade!!!(PART ONE)

February 24, 2008

o joy o joy o joy!!!

I was doing my opinions for the bank precisely at 4.15pm on wednesday.

My hand was moving naturally while my brain was working its stuff. Why the heck was I doing this routine everyday?

So…i decided to dozed off a lil….

 

only to come up with a perfect idea!

what the heck am i doing ere?

why am i not getting some fulfilling fun this weekend?

that’s right guys!!! let’s go to…erm…to…aha! GENTING! (that’s the only place that came up in my mind the minute i thought about FUN! i mean, c’mon guys…is there any place else?!)

maybe i should just lepak-king at the zouk or maybe the laundry?

hmm…not likely, huh?

anyways, there i was procrastinating the opinion writing and started texting like mad to azim, dania and jaez. it was all set. (although there was sum conflicts on the dates but we managed to fix the BIG DAY on sunday.YEEAAHOOO!!)

SUNDAY February 24, 2008

7.30am     : pick up the girls with all equipments checked! (there we were the four of us, with three cameras intact!)

8.15am     : started our joyful journey to genting (only after we made a pitstop at the drive-thru Mcdy for the breakfast      meals! yummy!)

9.15am     : we’ve started climbing the genting hi-way…haha! with windows down, we enjoyed the cold air blowing through our tudungs and hairs! while jaez was frantically taking pics and vids along the way.

As soon as we reached the cable cars parking, we made our way to the ticket stand and quickly jumped in the first cable cars that come to sight.

Behold the most noisiest ride of my life. Yes, the Genting Skyway. It was supposed to be a solemn and peaceful ride all the way up to the genting station, but no. The words : SIT DOWN and BE CALM seems to not be in my nieces dictionary. They just can’t stop taking pics, vids, and TALKING! BLA! BLA! BLA! My Gawd! There’re just so many things to talk about on the 15 minutes ride! AMAZING. ^-^

 the three stooges…in the cable car that have barely move yet…

 the photogh freaks??

 even azim wasn’t left out…

I was trying to strategise our rides since we’re taking all parks ride. That’s right! We’re going to Genting with the ultimate desire.

To ride all the thrilling rides both indoors and outdoors.

Without puking.

Without missing anything.

With a limited time.

And MOST of all : HAVE FUN!!!!

Yeah. Right. I was wrong. Except for the FUN part of course. That was the only one thing that stays.

The soonest as we bought the tickets we went for the first ride that came to our sight. The Flying Chairs. Ahaks! Been there, done that. Remembering the hiatus I have to go through the last time I took that ride, give me a sudden chill. Besides I want to take the pics. It was alright.

The second ride, The Speeding Toboggan. (btw, u cn see this ride in dania’s fb video. yup! the one where she bounced at the end. Hard.) For this ride, only those below 70 kg may ride. So, Azim? Poor guy. It was okay for a warm-up ride.

Then, we reached the first roller coaster ride in Malaysia. The Cyclone. The four of us bounced into the cart, expecting it to be more thrilling than the last one. We were giddy with excitement. As Azim, prepared himself to record the ride as well, we were laughing our heart out. The ride ended with a great plunging g-force at the end or the rail. It was awesome.

Then, came the killer ride of the decade. If you were thinking it was the The Cockscrew, you’re wrong. If you’re guessing The Flying Coaster, you’re couldn’t  even be more wrong!

THE SPINNING TEA-CUP

 

That was the killer ride of the decade. I repeat. The killer ride. Yea, yea, go ahead and laugh. But that’s the ride that actually kill Azim’s appetite for the whole day. As we were waiting in line for the ride, commenting on how boring the ride looks from outside, Dania made a comment:

Dania    : boring because they don’t know how to play it.

Me        : yea, I agreed. We should spin the cup more, that’ll be more exciting.

Dania    : Aha!!! We should spin the cup til we’re dizzy!

Jaez (taking a video of our mutual comment) : say that again?

Dania and me  : We should spin the cup til we are dizzy!!! (much to my regret later on.)

well, as soon as we got into the cup, our acts raised couple of eyebrows, since the cup couldn’t fit the four of us, but we managed to squeezed in. (much to more regrets later) the siren signal started and we managed to sit properly and smiled. A lot. Seriously giddy from excitement that haven’t started yet. And then….

THE SPINNING STARTED!!!! ROAR OF LAUGHTER! AND CAMERA ROLLS!

 

The two chicks were putting mega force on the spinner wheel, leaving me and azim to our despair! The minute the song changed the spinning doubles, accompanied by their wailling, laughter, squelling, screaming and my tears! azim was laughing at first but when he turned to me and said : i’m kinda dizzy. That’s the revealing look of a man at the edge of vomitting. The spin was so fast, I started to lose balance and felt my medula oblongata vanishing, and seeing my nieces in doubles!

 the faces of the participants on the killer ride: the victims ( two on the right), the devils (two on the left)

 the look of a man nearing to vomit….notice his saliva dripping?

 yea..it was horrifying experience! worst than space shot! anyways…we survived the ordeal and limping off the ride to calm ourself and regained balance. afterwards…azim couldn’t ride anything else. GAWD!!!

i’ve never had so much fun trying to withold my vormit…burp!

February 15, 2008 

why o why did i went 2 c  this movie???

 probably because my head needed some rest, my brain needed some illogical sense of thinking, my body needed to be hitby a rock ( a damn BIG ROCK!) hard!

 

it was a beautiful night, me, hubby n 2 of my high nieces were not that excited to watch it(except for my hubby of course!).We’d to make a stop at the Mcdy for some food to fill our cute stomach prior to the movie. Upon queing for our order, all the while singing to some 80’s song : ginggam gooli-gooli-gooli-gooli watcha, ginggam goon ginggam goon ( repeat twice)

 

 Listening to our car singing accapella to the song at the top of our voice, made me think…nuthing can beat the mood thatwas already building in the small car of mine…seeing my passengers were enjoying themselves so much, I prayed that the movie should be worth watching.

 

To no surprise…people laughed out of their wits to the movies spatial slapsticks. I laughed a lil here and there. But all in all,I can’t take too much of Carmen. It hurts my winny heart. Seriously, it did. Don’t get me wrong, she deserved to be praise for being brave enough to act in that movie.

 

Imagine the hero with a few pimples (BIG ONES!) and cladded in braces with a stupid grin became the KING of SPARTA!while the ever beautiful and sexy Carmen Elektra was the wise QUEEN. Apparently, the storyline was the same as the original, but it was too much.

 

You never heard people laugh it out sincerely. I did, a few times, through out the movie. But the rest? I forced myself. Hard. But i was glad to see my nieces enjoyed themselves.

 

Honestly, I enjoyed our time singing in the car previously…more.

Mom?

February 17, 2008

Last Friday was a normal day. But something happened that day that made me and my other half giggled half dead through out the day.

1st  trigger act

I was on mc the day before. I had a terrible stomach ache the night before, but never thought it would last that long til the morning. Made it to the clinic, with my mom, (in case I passed out while driving!) and saw my sis Alphard parked in front of the clinic.

And I said                    : What a coincidence, she might be in the clinic as well? I wonder who’s sick?

But my mom goes         : Must be her daughter, D, since she was on fever few days ago. Is  she still not well? Poor girl.

We managed to waved at her driver in the car, before making it inside. And my Mom being a person on a fastlane, went straight to the medicine counter. (The procedure was to register yourself at the reception counter and then wait for your turn. But since we’re the most frequent family to visit the clinic, and most probably our family is the most frequent patrons there, the staffs have registered our familiar faces as the IT family. Beware! )

My mom                                  : Is Puan J inside? Right now?

The girls at the counte   r           : Yes, ma’am. Please hold on, and be seated while we  register your -   

My mom                                  : It’s okay, she’s my daughter too. I’ll just go right in.

And the girls at the counter just gawked at her. Lost in words. There she went faster than a shooting bullet, faster than a speeding Ferrari passing through the waiting queue of other patients, without so much of glancing at them. Knocked on the door and glimpsed inside and with a smile, she went: Hello! I got another one waiting here, (while grabbing my arm frantically,) can she join? (pushed me inside and glared at my sis), Mommy wants to go shopping some rations, you go on. (and closed the door).

Leaving me and my sis staring at the door. The doc didn’t say a word. She was probably too shocked from the scene that just happened. (Haha, you better get use to it, gal, cause you’ll be getting a lot of it from my Mom!) Well, I just smiled at my sis and sat.

After few handful of minutes (since me and my sis did a lot of Q&A with the doc, whom surprisingly answered expertly to all our Qs) we went out and all the patients stared at us.

(Suddenly, one of the patient got so mad, and screamed) : How long do I have to wait here?! I’ve been waiting for an hour –

(Casually by this moment, my Mom entered the clinic and shot that person a look and solemnly answered)         : Oh c’mon. You’re a tough guy. Just wait patiently like a macho man.

The guy sat and smiled!! What the hell just happened?  What triggered the laughing act you ask? It was my Mom’s act of : buatlah klinik cam rumah sendiri….( treat the clinic like your own home)

Jeez, I’ve never been so proud of having her as a mother in my whole life!

LoVe??

 February 14, 2008

Ahhh….valentine. A day to celebrate your love for the other half (or for others, it may be ur dolls, idols, families…partner?)

 

I don’t celebrate Valentine. I used to until I found out I wasn’t suppose to. Anyway, a day to celebrate your love? It shouldn’t just be a day. It should be every other day too. In fact, why does it have to be today? Why can’t I have my own sweet day in the whole years. It can be every Friday perhaps, or Sunday? Make it weekends so that it’s easier for everyone, yah?

 

But today is the day the roses are gonna cost you double the usual price, and the chocs are never as expensive, and other packages for dinners are suddenly never have been more romantic. Wow! Valentine. Seriously. Valentine?

 

HELLOOO!!! If you love someone, shouldn’t you celebrate him/her every day? I mean like, maybe you should send flowers to her as a surprise on your anniversaries. Take her for surprise extravagant dinner at some extravagant hotel just to spend some time with her. Write her notes for every thought you have of her (u may also do the same to him of coz!) There’re so many things and romantic stuffs you can do to celebrate love.

 

As for me…I remember one particular romantic thing my boyfriend used to do for me. It was 1996-97. Handphones were scarce. Communications were limited. The only way we remains connected to each other was through smoke signals on top of our dorms (eh?) ….just kidding. Both of us were studying in different U’s, so distance was quite a burden. But nothing stops us from keeping our love for real!(yea – man!)

 

He bought junks of red cute pieces of post-it. Cut it into small portions. And give it to me every early of the months. On each of the 30 pieces notes, were encourages words, love words, his thoughts, his hearts and his soul. I would read each note everyday for a month. My dorm-mate found this peculiar and GEDIQs, but to some, it was an envious act of romance.

 

(Ironically) none of the notes are repetitive. It was all new as it is. IT conjures a weird feeling of satisfaction and security. Haha…to me it fills my boring day. Simultaneously, it also lights up my day. To cultivate such an atmosphere is awesome. But only a sincere person may came up with such words in expressions.

 

And that’s how you may celebrate LOVE. Be grateful. Be sincere.

 

death?

February 13, 2008 

Yesterday, my colleague’s mom passed away. It was a normal day, she was getting ready with the documents for court that evening. Shortly after that, the normal turned gloom. It was so harsh a reality that she cried and cried to realise that her mom is really gone.

 The situation flipped on me. The fact that I’d lose so many people along the years had not helped me to calm her. I seriously didn’t know what to do. When my good friend passed last three years, all I thought was I didn’t get a chance to say how much I miss her. When my late partner died it was so sudden I didn’t catch on that she was really gone for a week.  

Ironically, when that particular person had died, that’s when you realised how significant he or she was. You will see how people react to the bad news. How many people would turn up at the funeral? Will people still remember that particular person after that? Will people begun to appreciate their contribution?  

Have you ever thought about your death?

 I do. I keep thinking I haven’t done much in life. No big charities. No fun adventures. Not even a single contribution that have actually affected nor change anyone’s life. I am so insignificant. I don’t even think I make any different even if I am gone. What a loser. 

I wonder if anyone might turn up for my funeral? Anyone I know, I once knew, I’m getting to know, or perhaps a perfect stranger I never get to meet? Will my friends ( you guys know who you are!) make enough time to reminisce over our memories? Who am I? Just another being who’s trying to make her life as crucial as possible.  But at the end of the day, I know deep inside, I may not be as famous as Marilyn Munroe, or Heath Ledger or maybe as controversial as (whatzername?) Anna Nicole Smith….but I am who I am. I am not a pretender. I am bold. And I am sincere. Will you turn up at my funeral, I do not know. However, having you reading this blog is sufficient enough to know you care.  

Thank you.