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God, I’ve been up since 3.30 and still not finished with what I started. Motherhood…huuu..

Last nite Lan and me made a discovery, about the woman (Let’s call her BW = Batwoman) who lives in our suburb. She is married with a few kids, where the oldest is about 11 years old, and the youngest around 6. Her husband, a man in his thirties, is a very domesticated man. While she, it seems, always wear nice cloths and prefer to wash the car.

Our interest in the couple started very soon after I moved into the house. One nite, while sleeping alone ( I was still engaged), I heard a shouting match coming from outside the house. It was around 4 am, all was quiet and still. Seemed that the wife was angry at the husband for unknown reason, and a moment later I heard the roaring sound of an engine blasting the nite away. I peeked at the window and saw BW’s car speeding off.

After Lan moved into the house, we noticed that BW always goes out around 8.30 pm and comes back at 4 am. And she’s always wearing nice cloths too (she still maintains her curves). From what we heard (from other neighbours), the husband works as a not-bz-at-all lorry driver (cause he’s always at home), but nobody is clear of the wife’s job. Based on her routine, we assume, engineeringly:

                     1. Going out time (GOT) = 8.30pm-4am

                     2. Physical Appearance (PA) = All dressed-up

So,

                     Type of Job = [(GOT) + (PA)]

                                       = [(8.30pm-4am) + (All dressed-up)]

                                       = a. Working in a factory nite shift?

                                          b. Working in a nite club?

                                          c. Working in a 24hrs restaurant?

It cant be (a), cause you dont need to dress to the nines. It cant be (c) either, cause if it is, how come she never works the morning shift? So could it be (b)???

Before I go further let me tell you the background of my suburb. My neighbours are mostly typical Malays;- low-middle income breadwinners, stay at home mums, mosque-goers, extended families, poor english, good "semangat kejiranan" ( althot ada yang kurang aja jugak). 

Believing that it is not right to make bad ASSUMPTIONS about other people, we decided that it is time for us to find out the real truth behind BW’s nitelife (well, that’s what we told ourselves to justify our nosiness… hehe). So last nite, after so many nites of contemplation, we did it. We tailed her, lost her, then finally found her, (well not her per se, but her car), parked rite smack infront of a pub. ‘Pusat Hiburan Fantasy’ glittered in the dark of the nite.

Okay, so now the assumption is no longer an assumption, it is in fact, a fact. So did we tell other neighbours? Nah.. guessed it was better to keep it to ourselves, at least for now. This morning Lan SMSed me, saying he feels weird. I felt weird too, when I saw the car this morning. Replied to him..said that "sometimes, ignorance is a bliss". Yeah.. absolutely true..

One reason as to why is quite difficult to write in a blog is this: Everytime I get a brilliant idea to write about, it’s always while I’m driving, especially on my way back to Senawang. Since the drive takes approx 1.5 hours, I try to make the journey less boring by thinking about stuffs. You know, when your driving on a straight, wide open road with no jam, no traffic lights and no partner (sob sob), your concentration is less and your mind will wander. Unfortunately, as I reach home/office (where there’s a PC with Internet) I’ll be distracted with other things that my enthusiasm to write suddenly vanished.

Anyway, today is Friday, afternoon, empty office, quiet ambience. Althought I still have a lot of "distracting things" a.k.a work around me, guess I’ll just distract myself from doing them and concentrate on my blog instead. I decided that today I’m gonna have headings for every topic that I wanna cover. Starts with:

i. Tooth

- Always go for an early checkup if you feel any pain on your teeth/have holes on your teeth/bleeding gum/chipped tooth/sensitive gum/etc. Why? ‘Cause you might save yourself a tooth, or worst, teeth from being taken out as what happened to me. I had a chipped tooth, but waited too long b4 excruciating pain forced me to see the dentist. In the end, instead of doing root canaling [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Root_canal] (where the pulp of the tooth is scrapped out so that the nerve does not sense pain anymore), I had to take

the tooth out as the pain was tooooooo unbearable  (eventhought the dentist gave me 2 shots of sedative). Now my original tooth is gone, I’m a "rongak", and I’ll have to put in fake teeth that ‘ll cost me 800 bucks… adoii mak.. Lesson: Dont wait till last minute, or you might regret it.

Ouchh!!

ii.  Dont wait till last minute, or you might regret it.

- Talking about last minute, other examples: Paying summonses during "bulan pengampunan", Applying for free Mykad, shopping during Megasale, using your discount coupon. Last time I got 40% discount coupon for Harry Potter’s books. But I was too lazy to go KLCC till the last day of the coupon’s validity date. Ended: Only 3 out of 6 titles of Harry Potter’s books were left. Out of 3, 1 was the last copy with a torn cover. I could have bought all the titles at 40% discount, but because of LAST MINUTE, I lose a lot.

iii. Harry Potter

- Those who doesnt read the books, must have at least saw the movies. I’m not sure of the movies, but when it comes to Harry Potter’s books, they are fun, enjoyable and easy to read. So far I have read 4 books, and now on the fifth book. I was smitten, the first time i read the book. But only now, afer I finished the fourth book that I truly understand why Harry is so famous and why the series have captured the hearts of not only the youngsters, but of all levels of life.

Before this, the typical kind of magic that we know is that you can get anything/go anywhere with just a pointing of the wand. They are still in the world of human, its just that they have extra magical power. But for Harry, magic is practised in a different world from human, and in that world, they have the same system as human ( schools, sports,laws, ministries, bars, shops, World Cup), but with different ways of doing them. The beauty of it is that we can fantasize and imagine as we like of a life that is almost similar to us in term of system, but way different in terms of the elements. For example, we have postmen to deliver letters, but they use owls instead. We have World Cup for soccer, they have World Cup for Quidditch. We have dogs as a pet, they have dragons as pets. We use papers, they use quills. We have servants, they have elves to help with the chores ( althot thay are not paid). We have good and evil people (Bush and Blair??), they also have them (Dumbledore and Voldemort). Hmm… I think this is getting a lil bit heavy.. heh..

iv. Work

- Sigh..

Better get going…

Emmm… dah lamanya tak update bloggie ku ini. Byk kerje… ISO audit, jadi DCO, attend HT breakdowns.. aaargghh.. boring. Hari ni pun boring. Semua orang cuti. Ofis pun kosong. Takde sapa sapa. Boss pun cuti. Kerje pun takde. Boring

Besides us, there were family members of both sides, people from TNB HQ and TNB Transmission, friends from their Uni days, and a few more people. I even saw a Japanese man, claiming to be her ex-lecturer talking and crying to Izah’s mother who nodded when he praised Izah as being a good and bright student (she and her husband graduated from universities in Japan).

We waited for about 2 hours before we were allowed to see her body. Since she was not "kapan" yet, only women were allowed in. I went in, with other TNB ladies, with a little bit of apprehension of not knowing what we will see. Is her body mangled, will there be distorted body parts or bloody wounds? But God bless her, all we saw was a serene face, a sad but calm face with neither wounds nor scratches present.  Her eyes were open just a tiny bit, so was her mouth. There were black circles around her eyes, I dont know if it was because of the accident, or because of the stopping of blood circulation. Her hair looked good, her skin flawless. Allah preserved her beauty, althought she was soulless, she was still as pretty as always. I wonder, will all of us look that good when we die?

The air of grievousness thickened as arwah Izah’s mother kissed and hold her daughter’s face. A single tear formed at the corner of Izah’s eye, was that the tear of a pain so unbearable leading to her death, or was it  a tear of sadness of having to leave this life?

Laying next to Izah was her baby, Sarah Ayumi. It is very hard to describe the emotion of seeing a dead baby, peacefully sleeping in her untimely death. The baby, innocent and pure like an angel, looked like she was taking a nap after a fulfilling meal. Her hair was flatly patted to her head, hiding a large incision across her scalp (it was probably done during the post mortem). Her eyelashes, long and thick, her cheeks, round and chubby, her pressed lips, shaped exactly like Izah’s, didnt show any signs of death, except for her paleness.

After a while, we were asked to leave as it was time to bath and kapan the bodies before solat jenazah. Around 12 noon, the bodies were ready to be carried into a TNB hearse that will bring them back to Pasir Puteh, Kelantan. An Ustaz led the congregation for Solat Jenazah, performed just next to the parking lot where the van was parked. It was time to say goodbye, forever, to arwah Izah and arwah Sarah Ayumi. Only prayers will accompany them, only memories will remain between us. Two lives had just ended, another life battling injuries in another hospital (the husband was in GH, to be scanned for head injuries). A bleak future lays infront of him. What would life be without a wife and a child you treasured so much? How are you going to ease the agony of knowing that your journey towards a beautiful life has just ended when it’s only about to start?

Allah, bless them with your love and your guidance, with the promise of a great reward for those who are strong enough to stand your tests, and who believe that whatever you have planned for them, you do it with almighty knowledge that  there is a silver lining in the grey cloud. May arwah Izah and arwah Sarah be put among those who are promised to be in Heaven.

AlFatihah…

What was supposed to be a happy day turned out to be filled with tears and sorrow…

I was at the yard this morning, ready to go back to office when someone complimented my eyebrows. I chuckled, and told him that nobody has ever told me that I have nice eyebrows. I was flattered, so jokingly I said to him " Thanks for the compliment, You had just made my day".

With a smile on my face, I opened the car door and step inside, only to realize that I had a miscall from an unknown number and also an SMS. I decided to call back the number before reading the SMS, but the line was engaged. Then I proceeded to read the SMS, received from a friend who is now working in TNB Sg. Petani.

"Untuk pengetahuan semua, Penghuluwati kita, Norizah Omar telah meninggal dunia bersama anaknya kerana telibat di dalam kemalangan semalam. Husband sekarang berada di ICU."

Suddenly the smile was gone, and I was overwhelmed with immense sadness that I immediately burst into tears. I couldnt fully digest the SMS, all I felt was a jolt of shock going thru my body caused by the pain of knowing that someone I admire and am so fond of suddenly being taken away from this world. And to know that her adorable, lovable 1 1/2 years old daughter had also been a victim of such misfortune, it’s like adding salt to a bad wound.

After informing my boss (with uncontrollable tears flowing down) that I’m going to the hospital, I called two friends who’re working in Shah Alam to join me. As we reached the forensic unit ( for insurance purposes, a post mortem had to be done to determine the cause of death) there were already a crowd gathering. Most of my TNB friends who are working around KL and Selangor had arrived, all gathered in disbelief, shock and sorrow. Dilla, Herda, Aya, Ami, Fiza, Syikin, Mazni, Shelva, Jimmy, Megat, Zaid, Azmi, Yap, Saipol, Adi, Azam, Meor, Casey, Mani, K-Yo, Barie, Cik Ju, Pn. Razana, En. Rod, even Mr. Rod’s boss were there. FYI, arwah Norizah and all of us were in the same batch employed by TNB, known as PEP 23. For about 6 weeks,we went thru orientation together, from seminars at Resident Hotel, thru Outward Bound Malaysia adventure, till we separated for practical placement at respective stations. It was during this time that a bond of friendship and care were created and developed.

Arwah Izah (in pink stripes shirt)

to be continued…

Today I am hateful.

I hate:

1. To follow up on complaints

2. To sign OT timesheet

3. it when I cannot access TNB intranet because the server is shitty.

4. it when I cant finish my work because I cannot access the Intranet.

5. being selected as Document Controller for ISO Audit but never receive proper training for it ( and only give us 2 weeks to prepare everything, and it’s damn complicated)

6. doing management job to the point I dont have time to learn technical things (whats the point of being an engineer then?! )

7. that I have to wear formal shoes when I have to step into muddy soil at the substations

8. that my shoes and my feet stink like hell cause I have to wear them all day

9. wearing shoes in the office, but I forgot to bring slippers, so I just walk barefooted ( like I care what my officemates think about that)

10.  it when I want to say/ask/tell something but I had to pause cause I forgot what I wanted to say ( cause suddenly something else popped into my mind)

So there they are… 10 things I hate today.. and yesterday.. and tommorow too

Today malas nak pegi gym. Decided to stay at office to finish whatever I have to finish. Not that they are so important they cant wait, but just dont wanna keep on postponing things till they become a total mess. Seriously, organizing and planning are supposed to make things go smooth, but even to plan on how to organize my job is already hard work. Sometimes, well most of the times, its easier to just do it the messy way… hahaha

Last Monday when I was singing Negaraku during morning assembly, I felt "hampa" as I suddenly remembered the Mamula Moon song. My enthusiasm was killed with the thought singing a plagerised anthem. How can you give respect to it when you know that the leaders back then didnt even care to create our own melody? History is history, but what was decided then affected the lives to come.

In Klang, history is still obviously embracing the life of some people. The old (and healhty) mean of transportation that is the bicycle is still used, even in the town areas. Every morning, as I’m driving out from the car park, aunties, uncles, girls, boys, with their bike laden with lotsa stuffs, will push or ride their bikes along the the busy main roads. There are a lot temples, small temples, big temples, humongous temples. Behind TNB, there are two house-size temples. Both have old styles of praying tool. The dragons, the snakes, one even have a mobile praying altar as big as a four-wheel. In almost all chinese houses, U can see mini-temples hanging on the wall, in the lawn, outside the house.

I am starting to warm up to Klang. Before, I tried to resist being taken into its charm. I viewed it as busy, old, not well-planned. Well, it is still busy and haphazard, but I am starting to see them as what make Klang interesting. Moreover, I’m gonna be working here for quite a while, so I’d better give Klang a place in my heart..