'Definitely, dearest!'
'Definitely, dearest!'
Salam semua... akhirnya balik semula ke realiti lepas menghabiskan tiga minggu di awang-awangan, jauh dari masalah keja, dan segala perkara yang memeningkan kepala!
Ni ler gambar aku yang tengah disolekkan oleh jeng..jeng.. jeng!! Juruandam profesional dari Miri - kakanda terchenta ku! Aku suka bangat sama solekannya yang au naturale itu... Yalah, sapa la nak macam pelakon opera Cina atau sebarang opera sekalipun dengan makeup tebal satu tan yang mampu membunuh sel2 kulit pada hari berbahagia ini. Aktiviti sukarela ni dilakukan secara free (nama la sukarela kan?) memandangkan akaun sudah defisit oo...
Kos membeli kain utk buat baju nikah (+ free kain utk buat baju Melayu) = RM240 (beli masa promotion)
Kos upah buat baju nikah = RM80 (dibuat oleh seorang tukang jahit berbangsa Cina kat Wangsa Maju)
Tudung = free (hadiah oleh kakanda terchenta)
Selendang = .... (tertinggal di KL, uwaaa!!! Kos selendang, RM70)
Kasut matching = free (hadiah dari ahem2x terchenta)
Kos keseluruhan = RM390 (aduss, terbakar poket!)
Adapun kisahnya, rupa2nya kami dinikahkan secara sukarela pada hari Jumaat. Sungguh berkat sekali hari yang dipilih utk kami tu, iaitu Penghulu segala hari. Vwah2x! Vogue de vast sekali!
Akibatnya, poket aku terbakar sekali lagi sewa baju utk majlis keesokan harinya. Takkan nak pakai baju yg dah berbau achemm kan? Apa? Lepas sejam berpeluh2 menghadap tok kadi korang kata baju tak berbau achemmm?? Hmm.. Rupa2nya bakal suamiku yang terchenta pakai Rexona deodorant. Kalau aku tau awal2, tak payah la nak cari baju spare.
Baju sewa (pakaian tradisional Melanau kerana aku ialah perempuan Melanau sejati) = RM150 (termasuk kasut, aksesori kepala & barang kemas dan selendang putih utk menggantikan selendang aku yang tertinggal di KL)
Nasib baik terbakar sket2 je
Apakah perasaan aku masa diijabkabulkan?
Soklan bonus. Hmm... Aku takde perasaan sangat sebenarnya. Tak de la rasa macam nak melonjak2 ke, nak melompat2 ke atau nak menangis penuh kegembiraan dan dengan anggunnya sekalipun. Cuma rasa sebak bila tengok mak ngan ayah aku menitiskan air mata. Lebih2 lagi mak aku. Baru je melabuhkan punggung atas karpet di belakang ahem2x yg dok atas bantal bersarung baldu tu, dia dah bergenangan air mata. Maka, aku tak sempat la nak melayan emosi sebab nak pujuk mak aku.
Selepas tu?
Lepas tu aku rasa bersyukur sebab dapat kawen dgn kekasih pertama dan terakhir lepas makan mee Cintan selama dua tahun. Dan alhamdulillah, jodoh aku ialah seorang yang memenuhi ciri2 yang aku cari - beriman, tinggi ilmu agama, sederhana, pandai buat lawak, sangat mengasihi aku dan sungguh encem di mata aku (awww...)
Semoga perkahwinan ini diberkati Allah, bahagia berkekalan di dunia dan akhirat.
Sangat memorable kerana...
Majlis kami ialah majlis perkahwinan pertama diadakan di rumah kampung dalam keluarga aku. Sebelum ni, semua anak atok aku (Pak Yeng) termasuk la mak bapak aku kawen di tempat lain. Kuching la, Sibu la, Bintulu la. Maka Pak Yeng dengan murah hatinya menanggung sebahagian dari perbelanjaan majlis manakala sebahagian lagi ditanggung oleh ahem2 yang terchenta. Lembu korban tok sah citer la. Dua ekor korban aqiqah dan seekor je yang dibayar sepenuhnya. Habis tak tinggal tulang, apa lagi ekornya (aku suka sup ekor, selingan semata2).
Paling best sebab dapat pakai baju Melanau, dari Latif Collection di Mukah. So Amy, kalau ko mok pakei baju Melanau hari ko kawen kelak, gi jak rah Mukah ya kat Latif Collection. Murah gik ya (iklan free).
Sangat best jadi orang Sarawak sebab...
Senang giler la isi borang nak kawen. Dah la sekeping je, tanpa interbiu, ujian darah dan air kencing mahupun yang sewaktu dengannya. Dan yang the ultimate la ialah lafaz akad nyer yg sempoi - 'Aku terima nikahnya dengan mahar yang tersebut.'
Maka dengan sahnya aku menjadi kekasihnya seumur hidup.
A few years ago, I once dreamed a weird dream.
I was chased by a few enemies without faces, and terrified, I ran and ran until I came to a wide crevice with never-ending bottom. I stood at the edge, unsure of what I had to do while the enemies were getting nearer.
I looked across the other side and there was a guy who stand there. A guy whose face I couldn't see properly. In desperation, I cried out to him, 'Help me.'
He extended his hand and told me, 'Jump across. I will catch you.'
I looked down at the bottomless pit in fear. I couldn't make it. I wouldn't be able to make it.
'I'll fall.'
'You won't. Trust me. I will catch you.'
I sensed the enemies were coming to kill me so I jumped and reached out for his hand. Just as he promised, he caught my hands and I landed safely to the other side. To safety.
Then I woke up.
A few more years later, I dreamed that I was strolling in an empty block of classroom. Upon reaching to one empty room, I heard somebody playing a beautiful haunting music. I went in and there was a guy who played the music on a grand piano. I stood beside him and he smiled.
'I am playing this song for you.'
And not too long after that dream, there was another dream of which this country was taken over by communists and they were hunting me down because I was a rebel. I tried to hide everywhere but they were always hot on my heels. To my frustration, everyone was reluctant to help me. Then a stranger came to my rescue and told me to hide in his car. When the communist checked his car, he protected me so convincingly that the communist let his car pass by. I was so relieved that I had managed to escape from the firing squad.
To my dearest husband-to-be, I hope the faceless guys in my dreams are you and you will be my saviour, my delight, my protector and my lover for as long as I live. I hope you will cherish me and care for me with tender, loving care. Em.. Jangan marah-marah bila orang selalu lambat ye, terimalah kelemahan orang ni seadanya sebab lepas ni awak akan sentiasa kena tunggu orang ;) Orang akan cuba untuk terima kelemahan awak juga.
P/S: I love you, husband-to-be.
It's a strange feeling knowing that by the time I post my next entry, I am no longer a single bachelorette and I am leaving behind the world I know so well to enter a new and most unfamiliar territory - Marriage World.
It's very, very strange to think about it.
A lot of friends ask me, 'So are you excited? You must be anticipating that moment.' I was left speechless.
Try as I might, I couldn't gauge any feelings at all about the fact that I will be someone's wife 7 days from now on and the next time I fill in a form, I'm no longer allowed to put my status as 'Single'.
Oo... we can call you Puan Carneyz is it?
My skin practically crawled at the thought. Puan Carneyz sounds like a 40-year old woman with 5 kids. Don't ever call me 'Puan' or 'Madam' or 'Mrs'. I won't entertain you. Let me make it clear upfront. Just call me 'Carneyz'.
Come on la. You can't be serious, Carneyz? What is wrong with you? You don't want to get hitched, is it? You don't love him ke?
Before you get any wrong ideas, let me clarify this clearly and precisely. I love this guy. I really, really do. He's the simplest, nicest and most loving man that a girl could ever wanted. I knew he's The One after being together for two years. I am very confident that he has the same feelings for me. And to me that's what love is all about - the sense of security of knowing somebody loves you. I pray to God that we will have an everlasting jodoh and stay happily together forever and ever (sorry Chairman, I have to borrow your terms).
In simpler words - of course I want to marry him, duh.
Perhaps I am experiencing the wedding jitter. Perhaps I'm nervous about the new responsibility that I have to shoulder a week from now on. I know every bride-to-be will get the wedding jitter, and every bridegroom too, but despite that hot and cold feeling, surely secretly they'd feel deliriously happy and anxious and excited and so many other heavenly feelings at the thought of having a wedding of their own.
Which, to be totally honest, I am approaching this new world with an apprehensive feeling. Will I be able to a good wife? An obedient wife? A wife so good that my husband will never ever look at other women? On the other hand, will I find my happily ever after solution in this new world?
And in using Jen's phrase - will I find the path to heaven in this new world?
Cheers to 24 years of singlehood, I hope 24 years has given me enough time to prepare myself for this fortcoming transformation. Welcome marriagehood (if ever such a word), may it bring blessings and happiness in its true form until the day I die.
Oh my heart, be brave and gentle and loving and forgiving and patient and understanding and selfless. Then only happiness will preside.
It's very, very strange to think about it.
A lot of friends ask me, 'So are you excited? You must be anticipating that moment.' I was left speechless.
Try as I might, I couldn't gauge any feelings at all about the fact that I will be someone's wife 7 days from now on and the next time I fill in a form, I'm no longer allowed to put my status as 'Single'.
Oo... we can call you Puan Carneyz is it?
My skin practically crawled at the thought. Puan Carneyz sounds like a 40-year old woman with 5 kids. Don't ever call me 'Puan' or 'Madam' or 'Mrs'. I won't entertain you. Let me make it clear upfront. Just call me 'Carneyz'.
Come on la. You can't be serious, Carneyz? What is wrong with you? You don't want to get hitched, is it? You don't love him ke?
Before you get any wrong ideas, let me clarify this clearly and precisely. I love this guy. I really, really do. He's the simplest, nicest and most loving man that a girl could ever wanted. I knew he's The One after being together for two years. I am very confident that he has the same feelings for me. And to me that's what love is all about - the sense of security of knowing somebody loves you. I pray to God that we will have an everlasting jodoh and stay happily together forever and ever (sorry Chairman, I have to borrow your terms).
In simpler words - of course I want to marry him, duh.
Perhaps I am experiencing the wedding jitter. Perhaps I'm nervous about the new responsibility that I have to shoulder a week from now on. I know every bride-to-be will get the wedding jitter, and every bridegroom too, but despite that hot and cold feeling, surely secretly they'd feel deliriously happy and anxious and excited and so many other heavenly feelings at the thought of having a wedding of their own.
Which, to be totally honest, I am approaching this new world with an apprehensive feeling. Will I be able to a good wife? An obedient wife? A wife so good that my husband will never ever look at other women? On the other hand, will I find my happily ever after solution in this new world?
And in using Jen's phrase - will I find the path to heaven in this new world?
Cheers to 24 years of singlehood, I hope 24 years has given me enough time to prepare myself for this fortcoming transformation. Welcome marriagehood (if ever such a word), may it bring blessings and happiness in its true form until the day I die.
Oh my heart, be brave and gentle and loving and forgiving and patient and understanding and selfless. Then only happiness will preside.
Last week I was in JB on a working trip. Suffice to say, as the date loomed nearer, we were rushing at break-neck speed to prepare for everything that needs to be done before we leave. So far, we had managed to buy a few important household items, fit in carpet and tikar getah at home which took the whole day, bought wedding stuffs, and tried not to bite off each other's heads no matter how cranky we became due to exhaustion.
Alhamdulillah that we had the sensibility to start joint savings a few months ago that we could afford to buy household items by cash. Even little things like a shoe cabinet and some other stuffs also managed to drain us off a few hundred ringgits. (Note to myself: Have to find more Datuks n Datins to distribute cards to and in return get a few hundred ringgits angpow) A friend suggested that I apply for personal loan to settle buying for the house as well as to cover the wedding expenses but I don't ever foresee a need to do that.
Anyway, as I had feared and fretted about earlier on, everybody grinned in that annoying way when they spotted me.
'Wah, bakal pengantin... berseri2.'
(In my heart) Shut up! Shut up! *but instead smile embarrassedly* 'Mana ada. Biasa je la.'
To cut the teasing short, I hid behind my laptop screen, pretending to be so engrossed with my work that I didn't hear anything.
Lunch hour came and I rushed to meet my ex-roommate in first year, Eve. The moment she saw me, she grabbed me in a deadlock grasp,
'Why are you getting married??'
>> Why everybody ask me this question?
We ordered lunch, then sat at two sofa at the end of the cafe facing each other. A series of girly & private Q&A ensued and always punctuated with, 'I heard it hurts' later, and we finally sighed.
'I can't believe you're getting married before me,' she said reproachfully.
'I can't believe I'm getting married in three weeks' time.' I agreed with her. Then I grabbed my cheeks and pinched them hard. I'm getting married that soon?? Three weeks? Not three months? Not three years? But three weeks? Soon it'll be three days? I'm getting married in three days?? In three hours? Three minutes? Three seconds? How could it happen??
We both almost shrieked.
'I hope my mom doesn't find out,' she said, 'else she starts to wonder when I'm getting married!'
Sipped at straw.
'How do you know he's the one?'
This is the question we always throw at each other since we met. We were always fantasizing about The One and always tried to describe how The One would be and look like. For some reasons I couldn't really explain, my answers were always:
'Tall, fair, Chinesey look, hair parted in the middle, can make me laugh, can handle my tantrums. Sarawakian.'
And four years later, voila! Like he had been delivered by post order at my doorstep. Amazing huh.
Back to the question. If she had asked me months ago, I wouldn't know. Yeah, I know I love him but I wouldn't know whether he's the one. But I'm not going to tell it here how I knew. I think it's private and indescribable but the feeling just suddenly pop! appears there at the core of your heart. Does it sound sappy? Yes it does to me.
'Things happen. You know he loves you sincerely and wholeheartedly. You know la. Then you wake up and it's like a revelation. Yes, I've found The One in him.'
Eve looked intrigued but she asserts with me. When lunch time was over, we hugged each other goodbye and promised to meet up again during Christmas at her house. Something hit me, that almost made me retched violently.
'Eve, by that time, I'll be a Puan. How terrible!'
Alhamdulillah that we had the sensibility to start joint savings a few months ago that we could afford to buy household items by cash. Even little things like a shoe cabinet and some other stuffs also managed to drain us off a few hundred ringgits. (Note to myself: Have to find more Datuks n Datins to distribute cards to and in return get a few hundred ringgits angpow) A friend suggested that I apply for personal loan to settle buying for the house as well as to cover the wedding expenses but I don't ever foresee a need to do that.
Anyway, as I had feared and fretted about earlier on, everybody grinned in that annoying way when they spotted me.
'Wah, bakal pengantin... berseri2.'
(In my heart) Shut up! Shut up! *but instead smile embarrassedly* 'Mana ada. Biasa je la.'
To cut the teasing short, I hid behind my laptop screen, pretending to be so engrossed with my work that I didn't hear anything.
Lunch hour came and I rushed to meet my ex-roommate in first year, Eve. The moment she saw me, she grabbed me in a deadlock grasp,
'Why are you getting married??'
>> Why everybody ask me this question?
We ordered lunch, then sat at two sofa at the end of the cafe facing each other. A series of girly & private Q&A ensued and always punctuated with, 'I heard it hurts' later, and we finally sighed.
'I can't believe you're getting married before me,' she said reproachfully.
'I can't believe I'm getting married in three weeks' time.' I agreed with her. Then I grabbed my cheeks and pinched them hard. I'm getting married that soon?? Three weeks? Not three months? Not three years? But three weeks? Soon it'll be three days? I'm getting married in three days?? In three hours? Three minutes? Three seconds? How could it happen??
We both almost shrieked.
'I hope my mom doesn't find out,' she said, 'else she starts to wonder when I'm getting married!'
Sipped at straw.
'How do you know he's the one?'
This is the question we always throw at each other since we met. We were always fantasizing about The One and always tried to describe how The One would be and look like. For some reasons I couldn't really explain, my answers were always:
'Tall, fair, Chinesey look, hair parted in the middle, can make me laugh, can handle my tantrums. Sarawakian.'
And four years later, voila! Like he had been delivered by post order at my doorstep. Amazing huh.
Back to the question. If she had asked me months ago, I wouldn't know. Yeah, I know I love him but I wouldn't know whether he's the one. But I'm not going to tell it here how I knew. I think it's private and indescribable but the feeling just suddenly pop! appears there at the core of your heart. Does it sound sappy? Yes it does to me.
'Things happen. You know he loves you sincerely and wholeheartedly. You know la. Then you wake up and it's like a revelation. Yes, I've found The One in him.'
Eve looked intrigued but she asserts with me. When lunch time was over, we hugged each other goodbye and promised to meet up again during Christmas at her house. Something hit me, that almost made me retched violently.
'Eve, by that time, I'll be a Puan. How terrible!'
As you all can see from the above, yes, that's my wedding invitation card. Yes, I designed it. Yes, it's cheap (RM0.50 per piece). Yes, we printed on gold color paper to make it look less cheap. Yes, we ran out of time to mail to everybody. Yes, we started late because we were busy with our own work. Yes, our workloads are taking too much of our time and add to our stress and subsequently, to less time preparing all those work related to this wedding in an organized way. And the biggest yes is, I can design this cheap card for you for an attractive price, according to your specification and you bet that you'll be tempted because like us who went around town peering at card designs, the cheap looks cheap and the expensive ones are nice but too expensive. After all, you are talking about living in KL.
Well, our original plan is to develop a special blog dedicated to our upcoming wedding whereby you can fill in your name and print the invitation card yourselves, chat with us etc. In truth and reality, we just don't have the time. Or we're too busy settling other stuffs. Believe me, doing wedding preparations are soooo exhausting. At times, we just wish we could fast forward time like in the movie 'Click' just to get over these exhausting preps.
Let's see whether I could answer one or two questions posed to us:
1. Are we going to have a reception in KL? We are considering based on how much is left in our fast depleting savings. Anyone who wish to make donations is hugely welcomed.
2. How many hantarans? Both of us are extremely kedekut. So he'll be getting 5 gifts for me and I'll reciprocate with 7 gifts. I wish to give just 5 gifts because I'm a strong believer in an apple for an apple (yes, one of the gifts will be apple), but my aunts wouldn't hear of that.
3. Whereabout honeymoon? Since I got 50% discount coupons for selectable hotels, we may end up utilizing those coupons.
4. Bersanding ke tak? Nope. We both agree we'd rather nikah in a sampan in the middle of the river behind my grandfather's house than bersanding.
5. What color is my wedding baju and what style? Aiyo. So kepoh. I'm not Siti Nurhaliza ok?
6. Can we get free flight tickets to attend your wedding? Do we look like we are related to Mr Idris Jala or Datuk Tony Fernandes?
7. Last but not least, on the question, 'Why Carneyz, Why??' Well, dude, we want to set up a non-violent organization that spreads love and lotsa love. Is that good enough for you?
Dear Somebody Out There,
Today I woke up miserable. Then I perked up a bit bcoz I remembered yesterday I went to cheer myself up by going for hair wash at the salon. My hair smelt really nice and it's really soft and bouncy. Unlike some people, I don't have to spend hundreds of ringgits doing re-bonding as I've been blessed with this naturally straight hair.
Today I woke up miserable. Then I perked up a bit bcoz I remembered yesterday I went to cheer myself up by going for hair wash at the salon. My hair smelt really nice and it's really soft and bouncy. Unlike some people, I don't have to spend hundreds of ringgits doing re-bonding as I've been blessed with this naturally straight hair.
Dear Somebody Out There,
Today I was speeding to the office again. I knew I shouldn't do that but I had a joyous and indescribable feeling when I was zooming at 100km/h. It has been quite some time I acted in truly Minah Rempit way. I felt that when I was riding that fast, all my burdens were left behind and couldn't catch up with me.
Dear Somebody Out There,
I came in and chatted with the girls and we talked about erm, girl stuffs. They teased me because I walk fast, and my footsteps could be heard miles away. Someone once told my friend, 'Itu orang jalan aa, bumi tarak terima!' It seriously made me laugh. Ever since I was in school, I always walk fast and with firm footsteps. And I don't look left and right, but focused straight on to my destination.
Dear Somebody Out There,
Everything at work is not going great. If I could describe my work as anak ayam, then early this year I was given an anak ayam to mind. As months passed, I got a few more chicks and more and more were thrust into my hands. All the anak ayams tried to escape from my hold, and I am desperately trying to prevent them from straying away but they are too much for me to handle. I'm losing my grasp in everything. Everything.
I don't know why, but I felt like I was a fallen angel. An angel who had disgraced and then dismissed from heavens. Was I too rebellious? Perhaps. Was I too harsh in my criticisms against The Powers? Probably. Whatever it is, I'm facing difficulties at work where every minute, I can expect that I would be call in to be admonished by none other than Trump.
Anyway, today when I presented the souvenir proposal, he approved but not without saying that the souvenirs have to be all sold in six months time. I am appalled. There's no way I could sell 400 t-shirts in 6 months. We're not exactly running a retail shop, are we? Sometimes, Trump expects too much from me. I'm beginning to regret graduating as best student. With the 'best' title, people tend to expect too much even though you're inexperienced.
Dear Somebody Out There,
The only pleasant occasions today were when I received two ang-pows from one Datin who cannot make it to my majlis next month, and the other from our chairman, Datuk J who also wouldn't be able to attend the function. Maybe I should distribute my invitation to more Datuks and Datins. That way, I could get more money. Muahaha! By the way, the Datin who gave the ang-pow is a very nice lady. I like working with her and her creative director. She's such a down-to-earth person. And I'm not saying this because she gave me ang-pow ok? Datuk J, even though he rarely associates himself with us, is also a nice person.
When I came in to thank him for the early wedding gift, he was surprised to see me. 'Oh, you're the one getting married, is it?' as if I was the least expected person to give him the card. Hmm. Even Trump called me in to register his surprise. 'You're getting married??' in that I-don't-believe-this! tone. But those hardly beat the wackiest question I got from one colleague in JB who got the invitation and immediately called me:
'Why, Carneyz, why?? You broke everybody's hearts!' as if I was Siti Nurhaliza. So after this, I can expect people to criticize my wedding dress ('ugly!') / invitation card ('cheap!') / why I didn't hold a press conference announcing my wedding ('nak rahsia la tu!').
Dear Somebody Out There,
I think that's just about the only things I could confide here. If you ask me how I feel, I don't know what it is. Excited? Hmm. Nervous? Hmm. Sad? Hmm. Happy? Hmm. All I could think of right now are:
1. We're done with the filming and tomorrow, we need to drop by the production house and sit down to discuss the offline edit.
2. The calendar requires new photos and wordings for each of the pages. I will need to go to JB to discuss that with the designer.
3. How am I going to clear off 400 t-shirts in 6 months???
4. Christmas deco. How is the proposal coming along?
5. No news for the newsletter! How??
6. Sell idea to advertisers. How??
7. Can I clear those tasks before 10th? Oh, bloody hell. I'm turning into a swearing monster now.
I'm not happy today. I'm seriously, seriously upset. I'm terribly devastated. Deep breathe. Exhale. Deeper breathe. Longer exhale.
A voice told me 'Sabar2x. try to accept that there's nothing more can be done about it.'
Another part said, 'NO! Everything is about compromise! But I didn't get my part of the deal. Of course I've every damn right to be angry!'
Then the first voice told me, 'So what? It's not even YOURS. It's HIS what?' Hmmphhh... Betul juga. Like I wanted that in the first place. If he's fine with that, peduli haper. Dia punya, kan? He's paying for that.
Then the other voice argued, 'My dear, you still got a part in that even though it's HIS. Anyway, will you ever be able to have YOURS later ke? Hmm... Macam tak je...'
The first voice said, 'Tak kira la. You know what you want kan? You want that, you go for it. Make sure you'll get what you want because all this compromise thing? It doesn't work, girl. You know bloody well you can't sleep well if you can't get whatever you want in the first place.'
True, true. First voice won. Blood pressure goes down to normal. The panas meletup feeling became bara api only. I can't be bothered now. It's his property, why am I so worked up like this. I will save up to get MINE later.
I don't care. I want my own and I will get it rain, shine, earthquake or no earthquake. The End.
A voice told me 'Sabar2x. try to accept that there's nothing more can be done about it.'
Another part said, 'NO! Everything is about compromise! But I didn't get my part of the deal. Of course I've every damn right to be angry!'
Then the first voice told me, 'So what? It's not even YOURS. It's HIS what?' Hmmphhh... Betul juga. Like I wanted that in the first place. If he's fine with that, peduli haper. Dia punya, kan? He's paying for that.
Then the other voice argued, 'My dear, you still got a part in that even though it's HIS. Anyway, will you ever be able to have YOURS later ke? Hmm... Macam tak je...'
The first voice said, 'Tak kira la. You know what you want kan? You want that, you go for it. Make sure you'll get what you want because all this compromise thing? It doesn't work, girl. You know bloody well you can't sleep well if you can't get whatever you want in the first place.'
True, true. First voice won. Blood pressure goes down to normal. The panas meletup feeling became bara api only. I can't be bothered now. It's his property, why am I so worked up like this. I will save up to get MINE later.
I don't care. I want my own and I will get it rain, shine, earthquake or no earthquake. The End.
Me: How does your budget mechanism go by?
Him: Well, it's like fixing a deadline. If I could finish the project in two weeks, I'll inform my superiors that I need three weeks so in case there are more to what I estimate, I'll have the extra week.
Me: In other words, if you put a budget of RM350, you actually mean you want to spend only RM300.
Him: Well. If the amount is slightly higher, we still have extra money to cover this price difference. Say, maybe the price is RM320. But if the price is less than RM300, we can put that extra RM50 in our savings account, or use it for other necessities.
Me: What kind of budget is that?
Him: There are certain situations whereby we might over-estimate.
Me: Mine works differently.
Him: How do you go by then?
Me: You see, there are two kinds of budget.
Him: Which is?
Me: The first kind, is the proposal budget. You ask for more than what you actually need, in case the amount exceeds your estimation.
Him: That's mine right?
Me: Yes. The second one, is when you put the exact or maximum amount you could allow.
Him: Hmm. That is yours?
Me: Yes, because my concern is to spend the money that does not exceed the budget, so you have to make the limit clear to me. In this case, RM350 must means RM350, not RM300.
Him: Where does my mechanism apply?
Me: When I ask for money from you, I'll have to ask for slightly more in case the amount might be higher than what I estimate. So, there might be surplus, there might not be.
Him: A-ha. So I give you the maximum amount that I could allow you to spend?
Me: Something like that.
Once upon a time, in the southernmost state, there were five best mates who called themselves the Fab Five. Their friendship was struck when they were unknowingly snared into a dungeon and bound into enslavement by the most powerful curse that could only be broken when September ends.
They were made up of four gallant girls and one quiet and wise guy. The fairest girl was known as Jen the Criticiser who’d silence Paul Moss anytime she opens her mouth. The nicest girl was known as Ainie si Cantik Manis who was the most diplomatic among them all (let’s pretend we’ve never heard the word ‘pretty’). The third member of this secret clan is known as Survivor The Crazy – who has a warped and sudden sense of humor and quite boyish in appearance. The fourth girl was Scary Carneyz, who, when she narrowed her eyes, all hell break loose. Finally, the only guy who got stuck with the girls was hailed as The Chairman, whose main role was to ferry the girls around in his BMW.
They were insaparable lots, forever emailing each other in between doing their menial chores, going for lunch (voted the most favourite time of the day) and lunch was always raucous. Because they were the youngest lots, they were always bullied into staying back in the dungeon until late at night of which the only reason they stayed sane and intact is because they had each other (apart from the soothing voice of Jen criticising the keepers of the dungeon). Of course, you couldn’t really count in The Chairman’s offer to push Jen The Criticiser on her chair around the dungeon 20 times as a sign of sanity. The Fab Five were a crazy bunch of people anyway.
During the Untouchable Days, the Fab Five hang out at bowling alleys and after tiring themselves out, they hunted for the best eating place to fill their stomachs. Scary Carneyz thinks that is the main reason why she gained so much weight that she had to starve herself during latter days, but she doesn’t deny that they had so much fun.
Then one day, everything changed.
The curse was broken.
New people came to the dungeon and The Chairman switched clans.
Jen The Criticiser finally got her wish to break free and earn more elsewhere.
Scary Carneyz transferred to a quieter, more uptown and chic dungeon, still enslaved.
Thus, the Fab Five were forced to disband to follow their own destinies.
But in their deepest hearts, they wish that maybe someday, they can get back together. Maybe open a café like they used to talk about over dinner.
The End.
They were made up of four gallant girls and one quiet and wise guy. The fairest girl was known as Jen the Criticiser who’d silence Paul Moss anytime she opens her mouth. The nicest girl was known as Ainie si Cantik Manis who was the most diplomatic among them all (let’s pretend we’ve never heard the word ‘pretty’). The third member of this secret clan is known as Survivor The Crazy – who has a warped and sudden sense of humor and quite boyish in appearance. The fourth girl was Scary Carneyz, who, when she narrowed her eyes, all hell break loose. Finally, the only guy who got stuck with the girls was hailed as The Chairman, whose main role was to ferry the girls around in his BMW.
They were insaparable lots, forever emailing each other in between doing their menial chores, going for lunch (voted the most favourite time of the day) and lunch was always raucous. Because they were the youngest lots, they were always bullied into staying back in the dungeon until late at night of which the only reason they stayed sane and intact is because they had each other (apart from the soothing voice of Jen criticising the keepers of the dungeon). Of course, you couldn’t really count in The Chairman’s offer to push Jen The Criticiser on her chair around the dungeon 20 times as a sign of sanity. The Fab Five were a crazy bunch of people anyway.
During the Untouchable Days, the Fab Five hang out at bowling alleys and after tiring themselves out, they hunted for the best eating place to fill their stomachs. Scary Carneyz thinks that is the main reason why she gained so much weight that she had to starve herself during latter days, but she doesn’t deny that they had so much fun.
Then one day, everything changed.
The curse was broken.
New people came to the dungeon and The Chairman switched clans.
Jen The Criticiser finally got her wish to break free and earn more elsewhere.
Scary Carneyz transferred to a quieter, more uptown and chic dungeon, still enslaved.
Thus, the Fab Five were forced to disband to follow their own destinies.
But in their deepest hearts, they wish that maybe someday, they can get back together. Maybe open a café like they used to talk about over dinner.
The End.
Ever since I came back from my Raya hols, I had a feeling like my head is being dunked under-water so my thoughts are all murky and soggy. You know, you got a feeling when you try to think hard, everything turns out fuzzy like a photo captured under water.
I tried to be more organized to help me think more clearly but even the effort is hard to achieve. It makes me exasperated.
Luckily, that didn't affect me from accomplishing my tasks. I managed to clear off a lot more things than before the raya break - I guess I really needed that break because at that point, I had gone stagnant. I was tired and fed up with everybody at work and everything that needed to be done. Now that I had unwind, things start to roll smoother and faster. Let's just hope to God that everything turns out ok.
Perhaps my under-the-water experience has got to do with my well-being. As soon as I got back to KL, I was down with flu. It's very easy for me to catch that bug. When I studied my horoscope, Geminis or those born in June are susceptible to lung-related diseases. Apparently, our lungs are quite sensitive. So we are most prone to flu, cough, etc.
I'm also worried about something that keeps tugging at the back of my head. I wish I can tell it here, but it's kinda private. The problem with me is I'm such a worrier. I think I need to straighten out my desk again and do my laundry tonight so I'll stop worrying and start focusing on more important things. Like my next 5 years plan. Yeah, right.
I tried to be more organized to help me think more clearly but even the effort is hard to achieve. It makes me exasperated.
Luckily, that didn't affect me from accomplishing my tasks. I managed to clear off a lot more things than before the raya break - I guess I really needed that break because at that point, I had gone stagnant. I was tired and fed up with everybody at work and everything that needed to be done. Now that I had unwind, things start to roll smoother and faster. Let's just hope to God that everything turns out ok.
Perhaps my under-the-water experience has got to do with my well-being. As soon as I got back to KL, I was down with flu. It's very easy for me to catch that bug. When I studied my horoscope, Geminis or those born in June are susceptible to lung-related diseases. Apparently, our lungs are quite sensitive. So we are most prone to flu, cough, etc.
I'm also worried about something that keeps tugging at the back of my head. I wish I can tell it here, but it's kinda private. The problem with me is I'm such a worrier. I think I need to straighten out my desk again and do my laundry tonight so I'll stop worrying and start focusing on more important things. Like my next 5 years plan. Yeah, right.
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