Year 2009 Resolution.

Since Ameer will be going to school next 2010, my resolution for 2009 would be:

I shall start my day at 6.00 a.m. every day, oh except maybe Saturdays and Sundays.

So 2010 is still a long way to go, but they say old habits die hard, plus the fact that office is just a five minutes drive away. Teehee. So I figured I may need as long as a year to change my habit :-p

Oh I should include another resolution:

I shall weigh 60 kgs on 31 December 2009.

And, what about my dream of, quit working in 9to5 environment by 31 December 2009? Well.... we need to further think about that, now that recession is coming. Maybe, I could enrol to get me more education, like for example fashion industry :ehem: and stuff. To be more specific, belajar menjahit :-p

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The World is Not Flat.

I was made to understand, that man,, who made my life miserable few months back, was DI-ed [read: Domestic Inquiry] last Tuesday. And funny thing is, he was interrogated by the Management for the bad collection of the customer he was yelling at me for.

Hah! Good riddance eh?

Well... actually, I feel sorry for him.

Moral of the story, janganlah sombong tak bertempat, kelak binasa diri.

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Early Bird.

i officiate the office today.

erm.

creepy.

can't wait for another human to come.

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Andy

Malam ni jangan lupa tengok tv

Rafael dah balik Brazil, jadi kita tengok Andy la pulak

He he

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The Days after Qurban.

Suddenly I missed Mecca so much. I went there for Umrah in November 1995, and Hajj in December 2006. Going for Hajj is one experience that I seldom talk to other people, because going to Hajj in your 20's is not the norm in Malaysia, especially if you're going with your own money, without any capital injection from PAMA [read: papa & mama]. Also the fact that I do not look like a Hajjah hehe. I do not want to give people the bad impression of Hajjahs and I should not be representing the whole lot who are far off better than me. But I suddenly feel like talking about it, after two cycles of Hajj period.

I have learnt a lot during my Hajj trip, especially of the trivia things that we simply took for granted. The first thing that we've learnt upon reaching Mecca was, the importance of listening to your leader. My husband proceed to doing his umrah upon reaching Mecca without our knowledge. When we came to know about it, my mom and I couldn't wait to perform umrah too. My husband hesitated to allow us to go, because on his way up the hotel room from Masjidil Haram, he heard an announcement in the lobby that we shall perform umrah in a group and the Mutawwif will lead us. He read to us a hadith on following the leader's advice. He was afraid something bad will happen to us if we does not heed the advice. But of course, we were so eager to perform the ibadah, [also the fact that we were two stubborn ladies who just wouldn't listen] and asked him to accompany us.

Subhanallah, after performing Umrah, we met the group gathered in the lobby, listening to an "Ustazah" giving her guidance on the ibadah. My mother heard the ustazah mentioning about wearing hand cover to ensure that we do not expose our aurat during tawaf. She then began to panic, because she didn't wear one. I tried to convince her if she was 100% sure that she didn't expose her aurat, it should be OK, and she will not be penalised for something she does not know of. But well.... you know how older people feels about it. She was so scared and kept thinking about it, that she shivered in her sleep. In the beginning, I tried to talk to her over it, but since its not going to do any good for her, I finally said, OK Mak, lets do your tawaf and saei again if that will make you happy, I'll accompany you. I don't mind, at least I get extra marks for doing tawaf and saie sunat, Insya Allah.

And my husband was more than happier to give us his I've-told-you-so lectures :-p

Alhamdulillah, after performing the tawaf and saie, she was at peace again, and we have learnt our lesson and never again fail to heed our group leader's instruction [at least during Hajj hehe]

Insya Allah, if I have the time to spare, I'll try to keep on writing those simple things that I've learnt during my Hajj trip. I hope that it will inspired other people to visit Baitullah, at any age they maybe, because Hajj is not for older people only. We never know when our life shall end, and hopefully we can perform the five pillars of Islam before our last breath :-)

May Allah bless us all.

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Rafael II

[1]Kawan #1: Aku tak puas hati betul la.
Kawan #2: La kenapa?
Kawan #1: Si Rafael tu. Dengan tini, lembut je dia. Dengan kita bukan main kasar.
Kawan #2: Ha-ah betul betul betul.
Aku: Eh eh. Ye ke? Mana ada. :chuckle:
Kawan #1: Dia happy je hari ni sebab kau ada kot.
Kawan #2: Mesti dia suka tengok muka tini.
Kawan #1: Cuba la kau check mana la tau muka kau macam gf dia ke, mak dia ke.
Kawan #2: Ha-ah betul betul betul. Mana la tau.
Aku: Sabo je la :-p

[2]But yes, Rafael is a totally different person today. He smiles a lot, showing his cute lil dimple on his cheek, and cracking jokes. Where does that humor come from? It wasn't there for the last two weeks. I heard grudges about him, about how uncooperative he is with the business requirement team. But today, he is very easy-going. He stands tall in front of the room, delivering his presentation in full confidence, trying his best to overcome his inferiority for his poor conduct of english, while occassionally looking at my direction for, ehem, moral support maybe.

Maybe, just maybe, our feelings towards each other is mutual.

HA-HA.

[3] I was standing, while reading a minutes of meeting at the cubicle. I heard the automatic door beeping, and raise my face to look who's on the door. It was Nick, Rafael and another two Malaysian guys.

It seemed to me that Nick and Rafael were delighted to see me there. Because I asked a lot of questions during our meetings, which many a time showing my stupidity over my ever slow computation of my brain when it comes to technical thingy, but we never have time to have a chat. I heard Nick said "ah" with his amusing old Englishmen kind of way [oh I so love the way Englishmen structured their words and their rhythm, don't we all?] and did I see twinkles in Rafael eyes just now? They came straight to me, while I froze panicking.

Nick: I'm so sorry, but I didn't get your name.
Me: Hartini.
Nick: Karti?
Me: Har-ti-ni.
Nick: Ah. Like Martini with a H. But I don't suppose you drink Martini eh?
Me: Oh no, I don't.
Nick: If you do, its not going to give you any good anyway.

Nick left me alone with Rafael. Rafael was standing there, looking down at me, because he is very,very tall, with an arching amused eyebrow.

Rafael: You have anything interesting for me? [Because in the morning, he requested something from me]
Me: Well, we have an expert with us to discuss on the invoicing. Would you like to come and join us? so that you can further understand our current system?
Rafael: I'll tell you my strategy [looking mischieviously]. You give me whatever you have, I'll look into it, think over it and analyse it for like a day or two, and get back to you guys for stuffs that I don't understand. How's that?
Me: Hah! You can't possibly analyse it just by looking at it, can you?
Rafael: Yes I can. :grins: OK, I'll join your discussion, not a problem.

He looked down at me, and I looked up at him. Am I like, too short or what? Uh-uh my neck hurts. I wonder how he's gonna ride the lrt with that height. He surely knows how's Melman feeling all these times.

[4] Before you people make any assumption, ye aku exagerate je lebih HA-HA. Anyway, I'm writing this down just because. Who knows one day I'm inspired to become a writer and this notes may prove to be useful. Kan?

Profile: Polish + Spain. Born in Brazil. Taller than the whiteboard. Suspect to be in 20's. Single and available. Quiet most of the time, but can be exceptionally chirpy, if he wants to. Keep on apologizing for his poor english. Note to self: Need to point out to him that it is not his english, it's my slow brain processor because my brain need to translate english to malay before I can totally understand the craps they are talking about.

Abang Aji, mintak mahap ye banyak-banyak. Hehe.

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Rafael.

He sat solemnly across the table with his hands crossed over his chest and his long legs sprawling on the floor as he listened to our complex, or rather silly actually, system requirements, looking dangerously dark and handsome. I heard from others of how arrogant he is. It has been assumed that he knew how handsome he is, and he's being super conscious about it. Control macho, so they said.

Me being curious, watched him intensely. With extra care of course. We don't want to leave any bad impression about Malaysian girls eh? Yes, he seemed like control macho a bit, but as I analyzed him further, it is not because he perasan handsome whatsoever [sebab memang hensem pon, rasa macam tengok pelakon espanola telenovela secara live hehe] but he is actually a shy person, and having some inferiority complex issues. Which is still a mystery to me, why most of handsome guys I know have low self esteem? I mean like, heloooo? you are handsome so you should have been proud about it? Yang tak hensem pulak yang perasan terlebih :-p

He would rather think quietly at a corner, but thing is, he is the development team leader from the supplier side. Sort of "the expert". So, everybody would turn to him for confirmation. So he has to say something out of the expectation, and he would start his speech with "Well...." and then apologizing like an embarrassed little boy for keep on "well"-ing. Perhaps, he is being inferior for his accent, worrying that people won't understand him. [On our first meeting, I told him that I didn't understand single thing he said after such a lengthy speech, and he said oh! with a bewildered look on his face]

For today's meeting, I raised another silly question, but to my surprise, it sparked his interest and his enthusiasm really shows. His face was no longer solemn. He spoke with a beaming cheek and gleaming eyes. He even searched for a paper, took a chair and sat beside me. He thought, and wrote. As I pointed out that he spelled it wrongly, he patiently told me that's how they wrote it in Portugese. As he asked me questions and expecting my responds, I tried my best not to look or sound stupid, and to portray some sort of intelligence, only to fail miserably haha. And thank God that the meeting needed him to confirm on some requirements before I made further fool of myself. But we did promised to sit with each other again to discuss about it :-p

And yes, I still keep the paper he wrote, and intend to keep it until the spasm retires.

HA-HA.

p/s: doesn't his name remind you of TMNT? the one who craze about cheese and pepperoni pizza is he?

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