Today is my birthday and I'm officially 36.
The staffs from my department organised a small do for me. They ordered pizzas and bought a cake. Even then, as always, I was not really feeling at ease with this birthday celebration thingy - big or small. May be because I came from a simple kampung family where no emphasis was made on birthdays.
When I was a kid, birthday passed by just like any other day. In fact, I always thought that I grew a year older on the first day of the year. You know, when you moved from Darjah Satu to Darjah Dua, Darjah Dua to Darjah Tiga, from primary to secondary school and so on.
You were proud when your father told his friend that you're getting 'bigger' (sudah besar) and that you're entering a new class next year or when you were given certain 'responsibilities' marking your coming of certain age. The responsibilities that were earlier only reserved for your elder siblings.
And I didn't remember any of my friends celebrating birthdays or sending birthday cards when I was in my former secondary school, that's a big no no. Tak Rock lah. We macho guys tak main birthday - birthday nih.
So here I am now at 7.15 ++ p.m, still in the office trying to reflect on this birthday thingy and a client just called asking for favour whether I could draft and send them an urgent document by tonite.
Meanwhile, it's still raining out there and I had just sent my car for wax and polish at the car care centre downstairs. Adusss!!!.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Monday Blues
No, I'm not talking about my Monday blues.
It seemed that my daughter was having problem getting up for school every Monday since she started her formal primary education. I found that she could get extremely difficult to wake up and to a certain extent, protested when I tried to wake he up for school on Monday morning.
This morning was no exception. She even cried when I carried her to the bathroom after all the coaxing and pujuk rayu did not work. But father has to do what father has to do. I poured on her with two gayung(s) of water.
"You don't want to brush your teeth, fine. But I'm still sending you to school".
Wife helped her with the school uniform and I sent her off to school. She was quiet all the way to school and I just put on my 'serious - no nonsense' face. Tak nak bagi can. But once we reached the school compound, suddenly just in a split second, she just changed to her real cheerful self. She salam(ed) with me, kissed my hand and pull her trolley bag towards her classroom - just like that - as if nothing happened at home 30 minutes ago.
Terasa macam buang karan aje pujuk rayu pagi tadi.
It seemed that my daughter was having problem getting up for school every Monday since she started her formal primary education. I found that she could get extremely difficult to wake up and to a certain extent, protested when I tried to wake he up for school on Monday morning.
This morning was no exception. She even cried when I carried her to the bathroom after all the coaxing and pujuk rayu did not work. But father has to do what father has to do. I poured on her with two gayung(s) of water.
"You don't want to brush your teeth, fine. But I'm still sending you to school".
Wife helped her with the school uniform and I sent her off to school. She was quiet all the way to school and I just put on my 'serious - no nonsense' face. Tak nak bagi can. But once we reached the school compound, suddenly just in a split second, she just changed to her real cheerful self. She salam(ed) with me, kissed my hand and pull her trolley bag towards her classroom - just like that - as if nothing happened at home 30 minutes ago.
Terasa macam buang karan aje pujuk rayu pagi tadi.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Not so good day
To cap the miserable day yesterday, I watched MU being beaten 2-1 by Chelsea in the second leg of the League Cup Semi-final and then watched the beautiful Maria Sharapova lost to Serena Williams (2-6, 7-5 and 8-6) in a thrilling Australian Open semi-final. Arrrgh.
Hope to get good rest during the weekend. Planned to attend my chambie's wedding in Kajang before hitting the highway back to Ayer Keroh in our new family car.
Hope to get good rest during the weekend. Planned to attend my chambie's wedding in Kajang before hitting the highway back to Ayer Keroh in our new family car.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Terkorban before Hari Raya Korban
Alia posted her Raya Korban's picture so I decided to post mine.
The only difference is that, instead of the normal sacrificial animals, the korban in this case is my ....isk, isk... beloved car and yang terkorban is ..... me (read my pockets).
May be my beloved car was mad at me or merajuk because I'd posted another car's pictures in my previous posts on Friday the 14th.
My car was broken into and that someone stole my SmartTag. Can you believe it? And I had to spend close to RM500 to replace it and spent the whole day going to the police station, waiting to make report, waiting for the police's photographer to take pictures of the car, waiting again at the workshop for the replacement parts to arrive, waiting for the cermin to be fixed, waiting waiting and waiting until I dozed off at the workshop. Lucky the workshop has a large and comfortable sofas and I could take a nap while watching AXN channel.
Dah nak jadik - that's what takdir is all about, I suppose. The car was never parked outside my house compound before. But that fateful night (Monday the 17th) when I came back from office, I saw my car was nicely parked by my wife right in front of the gate. Wife has been driving my car for the past few days because I had traded in her Kembara and her replacement car was pending registration. So I parked my borrowed office car at the side of my house.
Next morning, I rushed out to send my daughter to school and was heading to office when I received a panic call from my wife that the driver's screen had been smashed. Made a U-turn and quickly made a call to the nearest police station on what to do next.
Being the first time victim, I was thinking that the police would be coming to my house together with their forensic team to dust my car for fingerprints and searching for clues (too much of CSI I guess), but alas, this was what transpired:
Stated in the report that no valuables were missing because at that time, I totally didn't realise that the SmartTag was missing. But thank God the thief didn't take away the new sunglasses that I bought for Wife last weekend and also my Motorola Bluetooth earpiece. Those things combined could cost me another RM800. Pheww.
The only difference is that, instead of the normal sacrificial animals, the korban in this case is my ....isk, isk... beloved car and yang terkorban is ..... me (read my pockets).
May be my beloved car was mad at me or merajuk because I'd posted another car's pictures in my previous posts on Friday the 14th.
My car was broken into and that someone stole my SmartTag. Can you believe it? And I had to spend close to RM500 to replace it and spent the whole day going to the police station, waiting to make report, waiting for the police's photographer to take pictures of the car, waiting again at the workshop for the replacement parts to arrive, waiting for the cermin to be fixed, waiting waiting and waiting until I dozed off at the workshop. Lucky the workshop has a large and comfortable sofas and I could take a nap while watching AXN channel.
Dah nak jadik - that's what takdir is all about, I suppose. The car was never parked outside my house compound before. But that fateful night (Monday the 17th) when I came back from office, I saw my car was nicely parked by my wife right in front of the gate. Wife has been driving my car for the past few days because I had traded in her Kembara and her replacement car was pending registration. So I parked my borrowed office car at the side of my house.
Next morning, I rushed out to send my daughter to school and was heading to office when I received a panic call from my wife that the driver's screen had been smashed. Made a U-turn and quickly made a call to the nearest police station on what to do next.
Being the first time victim, I was thinking that the police would be coming to my house together with their forensic team to dust my car for fingerprints and searching for clues (too much of CSI I guess), but alas, this was what transpired:
me: saya nak buat report pasal kereta saya kena pecah...So, cleaned up the mess in the car and went to make police report even though at that time I was not sure whether or not I wanted to make insurance claim on the damages. More importantly I thought that by making the report, the police will intensify their crime prevention rounds in my neighbourhood.
p: kat mana ni Encik?
me: kat Tmn Bukit ........
p: ada apa2 yang hilang?
me: err...rasanya takde
p: boleh ke datang buat report kat balai?
me: tapi...bukannya polis kena datang tengok kat tempat kejadian?
p: kereta tu boleh jalan tak?
me: boleh..(arrgh!!!! memanglah kereta tu masih boleh jalan sebab bukan enjinnya yg rosak)
Stated in the report that no valuables were missing because at that time, I totally didn't realise that the SmartTag was missing. But thank God the thief didn't take away the new sunglasses that I bought for Wife last weekend and also my Motorola Bluetooth earpiece. Those things combined could cost me another RM800. Pheww.
Hello? mana pegi gambar korban aku tadi?
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The driver's side of my screen that was smashed. The picture was taken after I had cleaned up some of the mess because I need to drive the car to the nearest police station.
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