Wednesday, September 28, 2005

And we will rise again........

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The Don and I haven't been very well off late. A result of too much travelling and too many late nights. I have a perpetual flu and today I have an onset of headaches. Taking leave from work is out of the question as we are moving office this week. The Don too is exhausted. Worse, he has reservist for three days this week so there simply won't be time for a break.

Even the Lancerlot has suffered. Yesterday while The Don was on the way to reservist camp, the Lancerlot started having an instantaneous fever, his temperature rising to a dangerous level. The Don who was with two of his friends, stopped by the side of the expressway and found that the water had dried up. That was a rarity as The Don is the type who makes sure his Lancerlot is "well-nourished". In any case, he found out later that there was some problem with the radiator and it has to be replaced.

The Don and I have been through the whole spectrum of emotions these two months. We were at our peak and just as suddenly the tide ebb and flowed and we were at rock bottom, although none of it was any fault of ours. (other than bad judgement, I guess) Still our spirits remain high and will soar even higher in time, just you wait and see.

We are not bitter coz we are not the kind of people who chooses to wallow in sorrow. Instead we choose to look on the bright side and see how lucky we are coz even at times such as these, we have wonderful friends who stayed by our side, their support unwavering. And family members worth their weight in gold who didn't just lent their ears but their physical energy, opened their houses to us and pulled all stops to help us. For that we are eternally grateful.

We realise no team is better than a husband and wife team who trusts each other implicitly and complements each other's strengths and weaknesses. Especially when we have experimented and found a winning formula. All it takes is just some fine-tuning and we'll be on our way up again. Insya'allah. And we will rise again, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

Just you wait and see.......

Lesson Learnt


'Tis a lesson you should heed,
Try, try again;
If at first you don't succeed,
Try, try again;

Then your courage should appear,
For, if you will perservere,
You will conquer, never fear;
Try, try again.

Once or twice though you should fail,
Try, try again;
If you would at last prevail,
Try, try again;

If we strive, 'tis no disgrace
Though we do not win the race;
What should you do in the case?
Try, try again.

If you find your task is hard,
Try, try again;
Time will bring you your reward,
Try, try again.

All that other folks can do.
Why, with patience, should not you?
Only keep this rule in view:
Try, try again
.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Tagged....I'm IT!!!!...but u're NEXT!!!!

I was readin the entry on this mommy's blog and silently thanking my stars she had not tagged me. Then suddenly came this nyonya hehe who tagged me anyway. I've had to think really hard for this because as far as I know I am normal and do not have any weird habits, unlike my other blogger frens. (hehe) But after much thought ok.. maybe I do have that one or two idiosynscracies .... here's 3 things I'd never tell you if she had not tagged me.

  • Its something about me and hair. I just love playing with my hair. When I watch TV or whenever my hands are not occupied, I'd be playing with my hair. No NOT the mentel mentel sort of playing with my hair. I'd feel each strand of my hair and whenever I come across any frizzy hair, or a hair of different texture, I'd pull it out. It's a bad habit I can't seem to shake off since I was 7. My dad and mom would "jentik" my hand in the past whenever my hand is on my head. Despite that, I still havn't kicked the habit. I'd pull out my Mom's uban (white hair) too although she vehemently prevents me from doing it. Now that I'm married I have one extra head full of hair to play with. My Don loves his hair being toussled by me. But he doesn't like me pulling out his abnormal hair so I can only pull them out when he is asleep. (if he grumbles in his sleep I'll just take my hand away and pretend I didn't do it hehe)

  • When I sleep at night I must have a pillow to cover my face. The room may be pitch dark but I will still need a pillow to cover my face. Dun ask me why. Its just a silly habit I have. There is no specific pillow not like bantal busok (eeuuww!!!)any pillow will do. Now that I have someone's chest to burrow my face into when I sleep, occasionally I will forget the pillow and it ends up on the floor but I must have the pillow on standby before I sleep. There have been times in Pahang esp during Hari Raya when there were too many people and everyone can only have one pillow. I will look around for whoever who has fallen asleep with his/her head off their pillow and I will steal their pillow to cover my face. Hehehe.

  • I've blogged about this before. I am fiercely protective about my things. Paranoidically so. My best frens both claim I'm the only person they know who has this weird habit. I do not like people entering my room, opening my drawer, using my things without permission, assuming ownership of my things etc etc. As I gather, many people do not like it too but it is merely an annoyance to them. To me it's a cardinal sin.

    So there you have it. My 3 quirky habits. I just hope they are not hereditary.
    So.... (rubs hands in glee) who shall I finger for this skeleton-in-the-closet meme.
  • MAYA
  • ACID RAIN
  • MUSANG
    Let's see the size of the skeletons in their closet. Hehehehe.

    ADDENDUM: I've been told I need to finger 5 ppl not 3 so here goes ...
  • KIMMY
  • MISS JAYZ

    Its ok girls, no need for the thank yous. Its compliment enough for me to know that you are grateful to me for mentioning your names. hehehehheheheheheheeheeheeheehehhehehehehehehe
  • Thursday, September 08, 2005

    A Night of Celebration

    To mark the flight of freedom of our best friend, Lisa and I organised a girl's night out for M. We soo wanted to do it last week but as usual my jetsetting schedule made it impossible.

    The place was ideal. Quiet, away from the bustling crowd and the ambience perfect. Just what we needed. The food was in very generous proportions. Despite not eating lunch, M and I couldn't finish our plates. And it tasted great too. We were the only ones in the restaurant, it being a weekday night and all, but judging from the laughters and the squeals from our table, you wouldn't have guessed it. I pity the waiter who came to our table three times wanting to take our orders. We couldn't stop talking long enough to even look at the menu and decide what to eat.



    As always we completely forgot about taking photos so here are all we managed to take. Seeing there was still time before the shops closed, M and I dragged Lisa to Orhard for some whatever-we-can-grab-before-they-close shopping at Taka. I managed to get some cutesy stuff for my nephew and niece. I'd love to put the pics up here but they are known to have visited my blog. I dun want them finding out too soon. After all I could, of course, change my mind. hehhee KIDDING!!!!

    Anywhow, my knight in shining Lancer came n fetched us all from Orchard and as usual send them home. I thought the celebration was over as soon as I reached home but apparently my Don had something else in store for me.
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    Aren't they just lovely ??????? It was totally unexpected. Especially since all I have been doing of late is complain, complain and complain. Now suddenly I am softer than melted cheese. Hehehhee

    Saturday, September 03, 2005

    Herbie Fully Loaded

    When our legs just couldn't take it anymore after a bout of shopping, we looked for something to pass the time before The Don came to fetch us. So my Umi and I hailed a cab and found ourselves at Orchard Cineleisure and bought tickets for the show that was starting next - Herbie Fully Loaded. Apparently it was opening day.
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    Memories of late night tv watching with my late father came to mind immediately. We just loved such shows. I remember RTM2 used to play the Herbie Goes to Monte Carlo/ The Love Bug and other Herbie instalments on the night of a major festival. Those were the classics. I was mentally prepared to be dissapointed with this new remake. Remakes seldom even match a fraction of the original. But surprisingly this one was quite passable. Quite good actually. And hilarious too. I just love the way the car winks. Sooo cute. And Lindsay Lohan looks sooo good.

    If you have ever seen the old Herbie movies, you've just got to see this one. You'll be smitten with Herbie. Just like Umi and I were.
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    Thursday, September 01, 2005

    One Step Forward And I'll Bite

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    Perhaps it is because I grew up as an only child. Perhaps it's because I don't give two hoots about the value of other people's opinion and see no necessity to give them a chance to comment. Whatever. But I detest people taking for granted my things and treating them like their own. I absolutely HATE! HATE! HATE! it and I will not apologise for it. Nor would I feign acceptance and spew sweet "never minds" and "oh, it's ok. I dun mind" for the sake of propriety. because I DO MIND!!! The way I see it, propriety itself starts from not overstepping your boundaries.

    I've had this problem since as long as I remember. My sisters rummaging through my pencil case looking for that pencil (I was the only one still in school so I was the default stationery girl), Friends looking into my folder for test papers. Cousins sifting through my wallet for a look-see (looking for a boyfriend photo, I think). On every ocassion it happened, I blew my top and made the person understand what is MINE is definitely MINE AND MINE ALONE. And now it's happening again.

    It may seem like a privacy issue. But it's not just that. It goes waaay deeper. I personally think it is about respect. Respecting someone's rights. Respecting someone's basic right of ownership and tailoring your actions to display it. It doesn't matter if that person is your child, your sibling or a friend.

    I know for a fact some parents (mothers mostly) go through their teenage children (daughters mostly) drawers and even skim through their diaries. They think they have a right to do so by virtue of being the ones who brought them into this world. I sooo dun buy that crap. Thank god my mother is not a freaking, kay-poh mom. I know when I have children I won't do that. And I won't let The Don do it too. If I have reasons to suspect anything amiss, perhaps I'd rummage through their things but only in their presence. I don't believe in snooping.

    Sometimes out of necessity, you place an item of importance in someone's care with the words, "In case of emergencies". Apparently emergencies comes in many a varied form. Some thinly disguised as so. The way I see it despite having the item, since it is not an emergency (not in the dictionary sense of it anyway, self-definations don't count) permission still needs to be sought. Just because you have been entrusted with something, it doesn't give you blanket permission to use it whenever you want.

    Even my Don thinks I am being trivial. Well different strokes for different folks. Maybe most people do not view this invasion of personal rights so severely. Unfortunately I do. This is important to me. Non-negotiably so. People around me will know how fiercely I guard my personal rights. Those who don't know just yet will find out soon. Very soon.