Eve’s and Wazir’s lil blog space

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have had a very relaxing weekend with nothing much to do in particular..
i’ve never slept so much in weeks collectively… as lately i’ve managed to only squeeze about 2 to 3 hours of sleep everynight… im not sure of what was actually bugging me…

then it suddently hit me on friday or should i say on saturday… why!

sometimes we do neglect ourselfs too much to live to the expectations of others to the extend that it hurts us the most… emotionally, physically, monetary, time and whatever else…

how we are blinded by goals that we or other people set for us… how we all try to achieve better in terms of career… those endless projects, campaigns, reports, profitability analysis… KPIs to meet, score cards… those endless worrying about money… career path… happiness for people around us… we just never stop worrying the list is endless!

in our quest for all these, we usually are blinded and too goal oriented that we tend to forget what is the purpose of living!

how sometimes little simple things could also bring a very very big smile and how a hug could be so comforting… how a little touch could bring so much emotions… how a particular smell could make us high with joy….

yes we forget to feel…

my little niece sara reminded me how to feel again… by bringing laughter into a room just by twisting her hand to say no more… shake her head when you say no… nod her head to say yes… how she give you a kiss with a facial expression to boot! when she just crawl in your direction put her hand on your face to sayang you… when she holds your hand with a tight grip then lean her face on your shoulder… i realised how simple a little touch can mean so much… the smile on her face the sparkle of her mischievous eyes makes me know how much i mean to her… and how much i love her, my family, my sister especially for bringing this little ray of joy to us…

it was also an aesthetic feeling last friday when a close friend actually took the time and effort to cook a meal for me… to be there for me when im upset… to be there to share my joy with me… to listen to my worries… to brush them away with a big bear hug… its the kind of feeling that one word cant simply describe… the sort of happiness and appreciation is priceless… this small gestures that remind me that at the end of the day no matter how high and mighty you might be at work.. how much money you have…. when you come home… the most important thing is the smile from the person you love the most…

so i think i would now focus on my family, my friends, those who are most precious to me.. who stood by me in times of need, who can speak right through my heart and drown out my fears and giving me hope to walk on…

yup… had the urge to bake today…
its been a very long time since i had baked anything since last CNY…
so i went to buy some eggs and flour…

and i baked 3 butter cakes the easiest and most simple one…

one for my family…
one for my colleagues…
one for wazir for raya…

hope it tastes ok… i forgot to take them out of the oven cos i was busy chatting with margaret
lucky thing it didnt burn!

my sister and kor came over after having dinner at mom’s restaurant… i slept the whole day cos i had this miserable headache… the moment i saw sara… held her and smelled her baby smell… instantly everything gone…that little kuchirat is so lovable… with her two teeth grin

today i had one of those lousy days where the system had loads of problems causing datelines to be moved and renegotiated…

then the day ended well with someone offering me a transfer to her dept… ahh….. have to talk to her when she gets back from raya holidays…

then later that night… my friend cooked dinner for me… so nice huh…. one veggie soup… one toufoo dish… one chicken dish… and fried mah you fish… ahhhh…. so blessed…. i feel sooo warm…

went to watch Corpse Bride with wazir tonight… margaret couldnt make it…

talk about coincidence… eh… we coudlnt find car park so he left me somewhere and i walked to the direction of the escalator… then i saw a parking spot right in front of the escalator… tried to call him… but before i could press dial… i saw him making a turn towards my direction…

then… he went to q and pay the car park ticket first… i went up…. walked abit… and realised too many people blocking my way at the escalators… so i decided to take the lift… wait wait wait… the door opened and guess who i saw! no $ for guessing correctly huh…

overall the cartoon was great…. i liked the music… but the ending abit sad la… anyway at least she turned into alot of butterflies… wish margaret was there watching the movie with us though…

just realised something… lately whenever im in deep shit.. i mean really deep shit…

wazir would almost always be there to solve it for me! its really really true… and i seriously cant find a word to thank him and margaret today..

i was around the corner of the office, driving to pick them up, and i got stopped by a police car who tailed me because they insisted i drove past a red light, when i was actually at the traffic light junction and it was green!

they stopped me at the backlane which was very very dark…. and started to tell me of my so called ‘offence’.. while we argued for about 20 minutes… they told me to follow them back to the place where they insisted i have ran the red lights… to which i refused and started to call wazir and margaret for help… then told the police i will drive out of the backlane to somewhere brighter and more people…

by then i was really agitated cos they still want to argue with me on my so called offence.. i just said saman me lah… i know i didnt break ANY rules at all… and started to ask them for their name and their police ID to which suddently both of them scurry back to the patrol car took a yellow reflective jacket, wore it and zipped it all the way to the top, thus covering the ID and their name tag… i was furious… i asked them again to give me their name and ID.. both refused… i asked more than 3 times… got fed up and he was sort of pretending to write the saman… and i also started to jot down the patrol car number and the number plates….

by time wazir and margaret came… they both ran towards him and started to explain my ‘offence’ again… like trying to reason to him why they have to saman me… my question is why were they so scared?

they kept insisting we drive back to the so called traffic lights…

made us 3 stand there like idiots looking at the lights… teling me again and again i ran the red lights… i kept saying unless im colour blind which im not… im VERY VERY sure it is GREEN, cos i stopped at the red lights… saw it turn green then only drive!

half way… they saw another car that ran another red light.. left us in such a hurry to go chase them.. end of story.. just like that…

then we went back to my car… and of all times… the battery decided to be flat… cos we shut the engine… and put on the hazzard lights… so you imagine lah how long was it that we were argueing!

then i went berserk… what a shitty night! im hungry, tired, just got the first saman of my life and the stupid car decided to konk out too! poor margaret and wazir took turns to comfort me…

then thats when a police car pulled over (damn lucky its not the same patrol car who saman me!!)… and wazir got them to help us… they removed their battery and put into my car… after my car managed to start… they removed it and put it back into their car… half way thru the process… another patrol car came by… wah lao… i didnt realise that my office area is so safe with so many police patrol cars roaming about!!

and ungrateful me forgot to even thank the 3 police who helped me!

now i have one BIG complain letter to write and one compliment letter to thank the police who helped me….

the bliss of being ‘connected’ again!!

im at the cyber cafe now…
the bloody modem has been blown up for the 2nd time in less than two months!

just when i need to access the internet to get the details of my interview today..

soooooo upset…

need a little pick me up after having a long long day at work.. roped in m & w to go makan dinner with me…

we went to murni in ss2 i wasnt really hungry… but in the end donno how come we managed to whack 1 plate nasi lemak tambah ayam & telur, 1 garlic butter naan, 1 taandoori chicken, 1 claypot lou shee fun, 1 teh o, 1 limau ais, 1 teh ais, and 1 mango special….

felt so full until can vomit k… started to drizzle so we made a quick dash back to the car… and i spotted voon sen…

me: HOY! long time no see man! how r u?
vs: yeah la… im doing good! hey you married with how many kids huh?
me: huh?? no lah im not married with kids yet lah!
vs: then how come so er fat already!!?
me: grrrrrrrrrrrr… kanasai betul la u….

sigh… thats what happens when you used to be reed thin (less than 50kgs then)… but once you reach late twenties you tend to grow sideways a little… ok lah… i admit… im FAT LAh… so ??? kill me la.. adui…

on the way back i had to endure m snickering and told me you should have dragged w and said yah “married neh my husband” and see voon sen’s reaction…

then we drove past a bridal shop/boutique whatever you call it… she had this wonderful idea of me and w dressing up as bride and groom so that she could test out the new camera she bought today.. and THEN send it through email to everyone in the bank to see ppl’s reaction??

our wedding date was 1018 a damn good number and its a full moon night… my supposedly wedding ring from w is suffeRING wooorrr… damn romantic right?

this is what you end up being when you are:-
1. working in a bank for too long
2. overdose of work/ food whichever applies
3. intoxicated with mango special
4. high on the sambal from nasi lemak
5. having over creative friends
6. its a fullmoon night

its not 5 kg of apples
its not 5 kg of papaya
its not 5 kg of oranges
its not 5 kg of rambutan
its not 5 kg of watermelon

its 5 kg of FAT…. thats how much weight i have lost.. muahahhahahaha

no dieting
no injections
no slimming pills
no help from slimming centre
no need to give up my favourite KFC too

im so proud of myself….