Siapa dia sebelum daku?

Hatiku berdetik kegembiraan dan aku tersenyum sendirian
bila aku dengar jawapan kekasih kepada teman baikku.

Aku tanya dia, "Rindu si ...?".
Dia jawab "Rindu..."
(Nama dirahsiakan di sini)

Rasa macam comel.
Walaupun bukan kekasih sendiri.

Dia mengaku kepada aku tentang perasaan rindunya.
Comel la.

He does not know it but he is my hero.

I meant to write about this earlier. But somehow deep down, I know that if I post this earlier I might make my mom worriedsick (well, she reads my blog). So, I decided to wait after raya. Just to ensure that she wont freak out to soon and is able to enjoy her raya.

The story is that my mom told me earlier that she already posted my baju raya and she said something about it might take more than two weeks to arrive. So, I marked my calendar, to be ready in case the postman buzz me to pick up parcel. And just around what time shall I expect the parcel.

So, one morning, as I was leisurely waiting at my office before the clock strike 10 am and I officially need to start work, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. I was a bit shocked but remained professional nonetheless.

It was my apartment building manager. He sorta started asking if I am Dzeti Alfina (cant really remember how he pronounce my name or my Malaysian home's address. But if it was not for the serious matter, I might just laugh because it was hilarious).

Asking me this weird questions like if I am staying in my current address and other weird stuff (at this point not knowing who he was and why he is calling). Being a professional phone interviewer, I was a bit reluctant to share the details. I asked him first the reason of his call. After listening to him, my heart skip a bit. Deym you post people!

He said that he found a parcel addressed to me in a garbage bin.

He sorta thought the postman left the parcel outside my post box (because parcel too big compared to post box). Maybe some inconsiderate stupid people throw the parcel out. Because it was left there for days. I rarely checked my post box. But he was just assuming that.

The parcel arrived after 6 days instead of more than two weeks. I was not prepared to check my mailbox daily to anticipate for my pretty baju raya yet (I was supposed to do that the next week). Bravo for the speed. Not so much for the delivery.

When I saw him to pick up the parcel, I asked him why don't the postman buzz me or left a call card like usual. He said, maybe because this :

See there. No signature required.
So he can just not send the parcel.
Or leave it anywhere he wanted.

It was a blessing that I did got the parcel after all. And my building manager becomes my hero. I used to be skeptical towards him. For no reason. Stop judging people, dzeti. He just looked weird for a building manager.

Here are the parcel's pictures before being torn open by me and me screaming happily to see my pretty baju raya. You've seen my baju raya. No need for me to show pictures here.

Thank you mama.

Despite that, I was happy. I straight away tried it on and snapped a few pictures and YM it to my mom. At that point, I havent told her any of this. Just told her the happy part that it fits and I looked so deym glamorous. This post is just sorta reminder to others if you wanna send parcel and such. Oh, and bragging about my pretty baju raya, mind you.

Moral of the story : For future reference, please ensure that your parcel needs to be signed upon receiving.

p/s: If I can, I will try not to make my mom worried much. Especially with her being faraway. I understand that being a faraway mom is hard on her as she is unable to care and love enough for her children. I want her to always know that I am a happy and well. Always. Thus, worrying is not a feeling I wish for her to have.

Sukan Air

Semalam lepas hanta esaimen, buat pool party. Takde la party sangat, cuma berendam sampai bau klorin menyengat satu badan dan mata merah je. Bila bagitau mama nama-nama orang yang berendam bersama-sama, mama tanya,

"Tak melimpah ke air kolam tuh?"

Ketawa sahaja.

Mungkin jugak melimpah sebab Min kata kolam tu sangat dalam. Dia kena jengket. Selama ni berendam, tak rasa pun dalam. Haish.

Ini bukan kisah si Tanggang

Orang kata kalau kutuk-kutuk jangan sekali libatkan makbapak.

Orang kata lagi, kalau dia berperangai *sedemkian jangan nak salahkan makbapak.

Setuju.

Lagipun, kita tak kenal sangat pun makbapak dia. Tak tahu pun macam mana makbapak dia didik dia. Tak pasti pun punca perangai *sedemikian. Mungkin makbapak dia dah nasihat banyak-banyak kali. Tapi dia degil.

Kalaupun itu salah makbapak dia, kalau dia dah dewasa maka dia dah ada pemikiran sendiri. Haruslah gunakan akal itu untuk memilih tidak mngikut jejak langkah makbapak. Dan kalau buat salah, pandai-pandai la tanggung sendiri dan jangan nak salahkan orang lain. Atau cuba rasionalkan perbuatan* sedemikian. Terutama didikan makbapak. Lainla kalau, dia adalah kanak-kanak ribena lagi.

Lagipun, bila dah besar panjang, tak ramai makbapak yang betol-betol tahu apa aktiviti anaknya. Tambahan akitiviti *sedemikian. Bukan sebab tak amik tahu tapi lebih kepada anak-anak tanak beritahu atau jenis yang beritahu separuh-separuh saja. Tambahan yang jauh di mata.

Anak-anak pulak, jangan lupa, kita sentiasa membawa nama makbapak kita. Terutama di kawasan orang suka bergossip. Setiap tindakan, pastikan kita sentiasa menjaga nama baik mereka. Berfikir sebelum bertindak.

*sedemikian = letaklah perangai yang tak elok yang kau mahu.

Looks can be deceiving

Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons
Why I should be the one you choose
All those other girls, well, they're beautiful
But would they write a song for you?

- Taylor Swift


Me in my room with my pink baju raya before Raya celebration.

Can't wait for the Hari Raya

Haish~

I jinx my possibilities in a month-full fasting as I mentioned it too early in my blog. Now, I no longer can.

Succeeded making my one kuih raya dis year. Just one.

Eaten most of them while doing it in noon

p/s: So comel when somebody searched at Google for cupcake raya and got misled to my blog instead.

sentiasa buat aku tersenyum

sampai bila-bila

Sea Deep Love

It is never easy arranging/organising something for another 26 people to agree. Individuals have different needs and desires. Catering to each one of them is, in short, pain in the ass. So far, I’ve manage to do just fine by ignoring some and maybe doing consensus decision.

HR always been the one person I babble at about stuff I have to endure while I manage some of the cohort stuff. Even when sometimes I am so furious at some stupid excuses that people provide. He will listen. As he always does. Or I'll make him listen anyway. Nodding when required and saying stuff when appropriate.

I am not complaining about the workload. Or the stuff I have to do to ensure we can still call ourselves a cohort. I don’t mind doing it at all as long as people cooperate with me. Be a considerate person. It is just common courtesy.

An example so close to my mind is during the sailing trip I organised, I opened a poll for people to vote. 14 out of 26 people voted. All you have to do is click a mouse. And maybe some thinking if you wish to. Was it that hard? Are you that deym busy? Like I have nothing better to do? I volunteered myself to do all the hardwork coz I know no one will and Sheryll will continue ranting on if not, you just have to do the simple stuff. Choosing from the options I have painstakingly provided.

Ok. Enough feeling sorry for myself.

HR once suggested to me, just for my ears that everyone should once organise an event so that they can feel the pressure and the burden so that next time they know to always cooperate. Or care. And I just laughed.

When Ramadhan was nearing last month, I was a bit worried if people requested for ‘Cohort 4 Iftar’ or ‘Cohort 4 Raya’. I am in no mood to organise one. And somebody asked. I mean a lot of people asked actually, I just simply said I have no idea. Even that I like the idea but I have no desire at all to arrange one. Luckily Farah stepped up and volunteered to lead one iftar nite. Yay! It was a blast with great food.

Then, somebody suggested Raya Celebration, I asked Farah if she wanted to continue her success work, she, with-high-spirited said no. I just laughed. She said she have enough already. After some persuasions, Min and Pikah agreed to be the host of the Raya Celebration which will be held this Monday.

I am still thinking about the dish that I'm gonna cook for that day. I hope I will get inspiration soon.

Anyway,

Selamat Hari Raya

Maaf Zahir Batin

p/s: I am going to be a teacher one day and this stuff will just be some experience that I can look back one day and think of ways to improve my leadership skills.