Friday, March 30, 2007

Phat Fun Part One

A Friday, yet there will be a meeting with the Minister at 5:00 p.m., which reduces the possibility of leaving the office at 5:30 p.m. I just hope that I could be in Kuala Lumpur International Airport to bid adieu to my parents.

About work. Ayue is in London. Amelia in Paris. I would like to be somewhere else, too. In other divisions, if not in other cities. Heh.

More about work. I will be a facilitator for PTD Assessment Centre. The Facilitator Course was held in INTAN Bukit Kiara yesterday. I was ecstatic to meet my batchmates from other departments, ministries, and states. There were 30 of us. More were supposed to come, but they were tied with other commitments.

Lots of laughter throughout the course. More laughter afterwards as a bunch of us had late tea in Plaza Damas. We talked about everything under the sun. From dreams, hopes, and ambitions, to jokes on sextant. It was fun.

To be continued.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Vespa

The illustration: Camus and Chech on a Vespa in Italy. The extended limbs gone.

5:30 p.m.
Intense moment.
Go home or get called.

Therefore, I was exceedingly happy to be told at 5:30 p.m. that I did not have to take minutes of meeting at the Minister's official resident at 10:00 p.m.

So happy I was that I cancelled to go home. Alamanda instead. More precisely, for Bridget Jones's Diary. Yes, the DVD.

I am in love with her verbal diarrhea and cheerful life. Mark Darcy is a charm, too. By the way, I am always in love with you, Kamal.


Sunday, March 25, 2007

A Gathering

A gathering at Abang Zam's new office. A simple birthday celebration after dinner. Kak Ita's birthday, but, it was meant for the children. As for the adults, just any excuse for a gathering, eh.

Thank you, Abang Zam and Kak Ita, for inviting us.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

I Love Kamal

I love Kamal. Enough said.

I Was, I Am

Morale is low at work. The cubicle, I wished it was an island, where I was a recluse. The genie, he would grant my only wish. For a prince named Kamal to save me at 5:31 p.m.

Thanks to writing though, I can be assured of sanity. For writing maketh a more critical thinker out of the ordinary me.

Morale was low at work. The cubicle, I gave life to it. Meditative music and a sense of solidarity. I was the genie who granted my only wish. For a person who is thankful for a good career and a great boss, who does not merely lead, but teaches as well.

Monday, March 19, 2007

An Evening in Rembau

The last time I hugged Mok was during a work trip to Kota Bharu more than a month ago.

Considering the fact that Kamal and I used to go back to Kelantan at least once a month, that was a record. I missed her. Therefore, when she arrived at my parents' place on Friday morning, I hugged her a little longer.

There were ten of them on the train. Pok Su Jak even brought special rice, which was only available in Kelantan. For lunch, Mok Su Yah prepared her signature Ikan Singgang. Just for me, because she remembered how I liked the soup. Now, I know the secret recipe, but it needs practices.

Angah & Kak Ita, as well as the children, arrived after lunch hour, followed by the family friends from Melaka. I am not deft in the kitchen, so I was given the task of babysitting Anis and Haris. Anyway, I got to cut two pineapples. Only my second time. The older women did not comment anything, which meant the pineapples were fine.

Back with Anis and Haris, I brought both of them to my room, and kept them entertained with computer and lotion. Amazingly, for a good five minutes, the active Haris lay still and smiled as I lathered lotion onto his body. When I went down because Haris was hungry, I saw Cajib. Along, Cimi, and Cilan could not be with us though due to work.

100 guests, consisting of family friends, were in Kampung Berkat, Rembau, that evening. From Kelantan, Terengganu, Pahang, Perak, Melaka, Selangor, and Kuala Lumpur. How lively. Makcik Rahmah, Angah's mother-in-law, brought her famous Malay delicacies. There were in fact many food items brought by other guests. Thank you for the thought.

Some of them went back after midnight. Those from Kelantan, Terengganu, Pahang, and Perak stayed overnight. After lunch, Ayah Soh and family et Pak Lah and family departed to Chini. Those left were those from Melaka and the ten people from Kelantan. The latter's train was at 10:30 p.m.

As most of us were haggard from all the cooking and cleaning, we decided to have dinner at Tampin Railway Station Food Court instead. Haris was in nirvana to be able to experience the fabulous food. Anis was more interested to board the train though. Luckily, Mok had extra tickets from the Friday trip. My niece showed off the tickets to everybody while telling us that she would board the train in Pulau Gadong.

I hugged Mok when the train arrived.

Blissters

Brisk walking and cycling for 45 minutes. Blissters. Pun intended.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Semalam di Kuantan

When Kamal left me at a chum's place so that I could gallivant with the other chums, I only knew he was going to search for a room in the town. Surprise, surprise. He fetched me later, and drove to Hyatt Regency Kuantan Resort, which was located by Telok Chempedak. I will keep our swim wears in the car, in case of another surprise.

Kamal and I were there for weddings. First, Di's, followed by another wedding the next day. Thus the stay. The food and beverage at both receptions were sumptuous. So were the Keropok Lekor and Kerang Rebus Kamal and I had by the beach.

Di's wedding. It was sweet with the bride and groom themselves entertaining the guests. Too bad Yani had to leave early. Too bad Mimi's wedding fell on the same date. We will meet at Mas' wedding, perhaps.


Sunday, March 11, 2007

Seven-Day Weekend, Please

Two days consisting of these.

+ Two wedding receptions in Kuantan.
+ Fun reunion with the coursematess.
+ Surprise romantic retreat by the beach.
+ My father's jokes.
+ Spontaneous furniture shopping.
+ Dinner with Kamal only.

Working is fun when you decide on a one-week holiday once in a while.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Define: Euphoric

Dairy Queen Julius = Euphoric = Grease soundtrack = Ironing bliss

I am sleepy, but with interior decoration magazines by my side, the graduation gift in front of me, and a movie soundtrack in the background, it is more appropriate to blog about being euphoric.

Sleeping is an anti creative activity, to me, and I would like to reduce my sleep to maximum four hours per day. That means more hours for reading materials, creative juices, and ironing. Yes, ironing is a bliss.

Before I went to Kuala Terengganu last Thursday, Kamal practised ironing his work shirt in my presence in case he needed to wear a different item other than the ones I have ironed. While carefully positioning the white shirt on the ironing board, he smiled at me and said, "I can do this."

In fact, he did it better than me because he had actually positioned the back of the shirt in an angle which made ironing a lot easier. Wow. Euphoric is an understated adjective for such creativity.

I am thinking of Dairy Queen Julius while listening to Grease soundtrack as a reward for ironing all those clothes, as well as for the discovery of a new ironing method. Maybe I should get a new interior decoration magazine, too.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Kuala Terengganu Again

Primula Beach Resort. Modified Budgeting System Workshop brought me there again. My last stay in the hotel was in 1990. I was a tomboyish ten-year old girl who would race with my elder brothers from our chalet to the swimming pool. The chalet wing has been replaced with a two-storey block.

This time around, I only strolled along the beach. No Pasar Payang. I did try to call a coursemate, to no avail. My fault. I did not ring her earlier. See you at another coursemate's reception.

So, it was workshop day and night until Saturday. Thank goodness, I could change the Sunday morning flight ticket to a Saturday evening slot.

Aside from the limited time to tour the district, I just felt like watching movies while waiting for the 7:30 p.m. ride to the airport. Inside I'm Dancing moved me to tears, but I really cried when I watched Duma. Somehow, I missed talking to my mother while giving her a long massage. She would prepare my favourite beancurd dish the next day. I told Kamal that I am jealous of my younger brother now that he got to spend more time with our mother. "You have me" was Kamal's answer.

One day, Kamal and I will go back to Kelantan via Terengganu. Then, I would feast on Keropok Lekor and Satar, and come back to work in new batik. Preferably one that is easy to iron.

Before going to the airport with the remaining workshop participants for our 9:00 p.m. flight, we had Nasi Dagang. The portion might be small, but the taste was piquant enough to last us throughout the night.

I was just so glad to see Kamal later. We had a groovy weekend. Hope you had one, too.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Being Spoilt

But, I am sad to say, I am on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I have to leave my darling husband in Bangi town

Adapted from Jamaica Farewell
I am going to Kuala Terengganu for Budget Workshop, starting from today until Saturday. I have always been in awe with budgets as my Mathematics is as good as Professor Madya Khairi's. Heh. A joke from my Teaching English as a Second Language circle.

Despite looking forward to a trip away from the monotonous office, I know I will miss Kamal. To make this feeling worse, no flight ticket is available on Saturday. Kamal said, "think about the proper shower with water heater, the plush bed that will sap your fatigue away the moment you lie on it, and the beach."

I had to laugh because I have been complaining that shower is a necessity for the city slaves and the flat developer had been very insensitive about our basic need. So, I think about his words, and it cheered me up. See you on Sunday, Kamal.