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Papa came home one day with a big wound just above his left eyebrow. He was bleeding, He was driving from Kajang town back to Sg Sekamat. He was 86. He fell when he was walking to the car and his forehead hit a small rock. He was bleeding and yet he drove home. I was 16. He had 15 stitches because of that. baby darling, sambung kat sini Click Here to Read More..

I switched off all my memories from the day Mama passed to the day Papa passed. All 12 years. I remember fractions of it. It’s like I moved it into another compartment in the memory, locked the door and threw away the key. I don’t know why I do it. I guess I get tired just reminiscing the family I once had, the what if’s, the regrets. It’s tiring, you know? It is not only the memories of my parents, it’s also of my friends, school, etc. I lock them away. Everyday was some kind of a battle for me. To go to school, to deal with emotions, to keep things to myself. I was so lonely. Those years were lonely. Click Here to Read More..

Moving into an Old Building

So we moved. Again. In 18 months we moved twice. The aches and pains from last February’s move to the bungalow are still there. And here we are now, moving again, into a dusty, rustic, sorry looking and maybe haunted place.

We obviously hate moving. There's the packing and unpacking of not only our stuff, but we had to handle the whole store. The paperbags, annual reports, magazines (lots of them) and many more publications. It’s the PR & marketing store but I wonder why the PRs are always the ones who end up handling the move while the marketing people just stood around looking pretty.

Just this morning my colleague saw one of the marketing people walking aimlessly in the store (next to our rooms). She asked my colleague where her stuff are. Irresponsible people.

For your information, I am writing now wearing a paper mask, due to the dust that has not settled. My nose gets itchy after a mere 30 minutes being in the office.

We moved in last Wednesday and it took us 3 days to settle down. My room of 5 people had only 1 pair of functioning ceiling lights, just above me. My poor colleagues had to work in a dim for a couple of days until they finally installed their lights yesterday morning.

The first day I came to the office was the day I pronounced the security guards as enemies. They denied my right to park in front of our office saying that it’s a place for ‘pegawai’. ‘Saya pegawai juga’, was my reply. After 2 or 3 sentences, he then changed the ownership of the parking space to ‘pesakit-pesakit kita’. I mouthed out a few reasons why I deserve to park there and miraculously he surrendered and walked away.

The second day when I arrived, I saw that they have blocked the parking spot with a heavy object, sending me a clear message that I am not welcomed. I saw the security guard nearby giving me a whatcha-gonna-do-now look. Ok mister, if that’s the way it’s gonna be, that’s the way it’s gonna be. One day I'll deserve a reserved parking. One fine day.

So I have to go around looking for a parking space quite a distance from the office, which we have to fight over everyday, as it is one of the few parking places that is free. That resulted in me driving to work an hour earlier than I used to which means that I have to sleep early every night which means my date nights have to be cut short too.

Lunch is a hassle as the only pleasant restaurant nearby is jam packed from 1-2pm so we have to take lunch at 3. I then decided the next day to pack my lunch in the morning when I get my breakfast from a stall nearby.

The pantry that used to be in the room next to us is now being placed in the other wing. Although not too far, it is not near. The public toilet is placed just outside my boss’ room. Sigh. Pooping with her in the perimeter is so not comfortable.

I have to wipe the top of my desk and my telephone every morning as they get dusty overnight. Imagine all that dust entering my lungs, hence the mask.

Telephones, yes. We have telephones with no lines. Calls are made using handphones, internet connection using our own broadband. Claims? We can claim, but it’ll take us 6 months to get our money back. And to go through the strenuous process of submitting the claim, we sometimes wonder whether it’s worth it.

As I am typing this, the telephone people are already here, to connect the lines. I’ll finish here.

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Secret Place

You are stuck in my mind
In a secret place in my mind
And I will remember you
In many ways I can’t remember

When the wind speak softly
And the sun peeks shyly though the leaves
When I have my tea and tell a beautiful story
Is when I think of you

When it is raining outside
And the lightning roars
When I am warm in bed with my blanket
Is when I think of you

When the world is celebrating
The coming of another year
When I sit in a corner alone and smile
Is when I think of you

When things go wrong
And hurtful words are exchanged
When I wipe my tears and try to smile
Is when I think of you

When I am happy
When my wish comes true
And I thank God for it
Is when I think of you
And thank Him for you too
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Random Ramblings

Oh hello… how are you fine daisies and dandelions doing? I’m feeling fine and flowery too :)
It’s been a while I know. So here are updates:

Requited love feels good. It’s a feeling of completeness when you have it. It seems like yesterday that I was crooning Bonnie Raitt’s ‘I Can’t Make You Love Me’ and The Corrs’ ‘I Never Really Loved You Anyway’ with much emotion. Now I’m bobbing my head to Taylor Swift, nuff said :P
I am officially very happy now, Alhamdulillah. I’m in a great relationship which has gone through its rough times, as any other relationships have. I must say I’m very proud of us. I wish everyone would have the chance to feel how I feel and have requited love. Good luck and happy searching!

I got up on stage last week in an internal HR event where I was promoted! Oh my. Beyond my wildest dreams that I would receive one! Gone are the days when I can moan about the stress level and the sucky system cuz they did one thing right when they promoted me. Sheesh! They have the best system ever! But yeah, I can’t complain no more cuz now what they pay me are for the amount of work I’m actually doing. So, bitter sweet there.

My skin has been breaking out like craaaazy and I have narrowed the cause as being stressed at work. I first thought that it was the 1st expensive foundation I used (cuz I used to just wear an RM20 foundation, but this baby’s RM70!) but I was saddened to know that even 2 new foundations after that didn’t make them nasty red spots go away. So work is to blame. It gives me peace of mind that something I don’t really like that caused me to break up, not something that I like, like KFC’s spicy chicken. Am now fixing the problem with Body Shop Tea Tree Oil range. Will update.

I need money. Anyone wants to give me some? I can sing, dance and juggle. I can make your children behave and your wicked wives leave you. I can teach you how to apply fake lashes and how to make the most awesome rending ayam. I can do anything. Just for RM100K. E-mail, skype or leave a message anywhere on this blog. Thanks! Click Here to Read More..

Hujan

Aku diam melihatmu hujan
Melihat butir-butirmu turun
Melihat benar kilauanmu
Melihat tembus telusmu

Larimu ke bumi dengan rela
Larimu bukan dihalau langit
Diam lagi aku dan bertanya
Kenapa?

Mahunya kau hujan terjun ke tanah
Tanah hitam, kelam dan kotor
Dipijak-pijak kaki manusia
Dielak-elak dengan payung dan teduhan

Hilang kilau, hilang telus
Hilang suci, hilang cantik
Hanya kerana tanah
Yang memanggil-manggil

Tidak senangkah di sana?
Dilambung-lambung baldu biru
Diulit-ulit bayu
Dikejar-kejar angin?

Aku terus melihat kau
Bagai berlumba jatuh ke tanah
Bagai kau senyum
Bagai kau puas

Fikirku, aku kagum denganmu
Kau tak pernah berhenti
Kau pergi dan kau datang lagi
Kau pasti kembali

Fikirku, indahmu asli
Indahmu bukan kerana curahanmu
Indahmu bukan kerana segarmu
Indahmu kerana tanahmu bahagia

Fikirku, cintamu itu satu
Hilang ajaibmu
Hilang definisi dirimu
Kerana mahumu bersatu dengan tanah

Aku diam melihatmu hujan dan bertanya
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