I have been very tired but been enjoying every bit of my time maximising it.

Grandmama was discharged on Monday, alhamdulillah, after a lil' more than a week's stay in the hospital. This time, her stay in the hospital drained me and mom.

Lil' Sis is currently still in the midst of her exam papers which will end this coming Tuesday and hence Mom wanted her to be in school to study with her study group. Other than her daily short visits to see Grandmama, it was me and mom rotating in the hospital, non-stop.

I would be working from the hospital in the morning and wait for mom to take over shift in the afternoon before I head to the office. Lucky for me that hospital is so nearby office that I can reach the hospital back at 6pm for mom to go home in time to catch her Asar prayers.

And it was lucky that I need not go to DBS for meetings else I would need to travel further.

Sadly, this time, because it was only the two of us taking care, Nyai slept alone in the ward.
Nyai's maid? The one Nyai paid for?
Errrr, she was busy with my cousin's wedding preparation slapping her own backside.

In fact, it was my mom, and my maternal grandaunties who came by often to visit my grandmama and also at the same time accompanied my mom when I was in the office.
Alhamdulillah.

Remember I mentioned about grandmama having an eye infection?
Apparently when my aunty the daughter-in-law was asked, she said,"Takder la biasa aja.. tengah musim panas."

Remember I told you that I could control my god-damn itchy fingers. I did. Gracefully
*lol*

But people may not buy it. Seeing is believing isn't it. So here is a snap shot of my grandmama's eyes which was said to be so due to the hot weather.



So now you do a fair judgement.

Oh and talking about my cousin's wedding, to whom I was related flesh and blood, meaning not second cousin or third cousin or berkupu-kupu whatever, NONE AND I MUST REITERATE NONE of us was invited.

Not that I am so hard up of the wedding invitation lar. There are some of my relatives who did not invite my family to their weddings too and honestly, we just don't give a damn.

And neither do we for this one as well, but we did hear a few things:

1. Invitation was for 3000 pax.
It is really of no surprise especially when the family has an in-law who is one of the heads in MUIS(Majlis Ugama Islam Singapura) and leading the board in one of the Singapore mosques.

2. The wedding lasted 4 days, ie Thursday till Sunday.
I have no qualms of people having a massive wedding IF they have the money.

3. This is the best part. Everyone was informed that though my parents are not invited, me and Lil' Sis are.

My answer to that is Noooooooooo.
Remember I said I believe in God's grace, my faith in him. I don't believe that my family are hypocrites.

So one day, I just happen to feel like opening up my Friendster which I saw a few messages. One of them was from my cousin wanting to invite me to his wedding and seek for my address to send the invitation card.

Touched by his note, I immediately replied(which is really not me to reply any messages), leaving behind my mobile number as well, though I have been using the same number for 5 years.

Weeks later, till his wedding is almost over by end of today, I didn't receive the invitation card. So don't ever make it sound like as if I was invited but did not come.

Get it?

Learn to shut the trap if all that comes out from it is lies and deceit.

Anyway, on a lighter note, on Thursday night, my sister all of the sudden ran to mom's room and started giggling and laughing. Being so keypoh I went over to Mom's room and saw Lil' Sis dancing like Charlie Chaplin.

No one wanted to tell me why, despite mom was smiling.

So I said,"Mak.. what's the joke."
"Ask Ein"
"Huh? Why can't you tell me? I sure I can say the same thing Ein said to you whattt.."

Mati-matian nak tau kan aku ni.

"She said she lost weight" Mom said like oh-so-nonchalantly.

"Oh ok.. I can't say the same thing"

I walked back to my room and she was on her phone with her friend, excitedly giggling.
Ok so here it is.
She managed to get her entrance to Summer School at London School of Economics end of July.

With that I walked back to Mom's room and said,"Ok so when will we be packing our bags?"

Now mom is so stressing up. Cos I can't take so many days leave from work since I was already pre-empted to keep some for Hari Raya TO CLEAN THE HOUSE plus she needs to find a time where Bro will not be working so we can meet him up before settling Lil' Sis down in London.

She stressed up about leaving Lil' Pebbles behind in London, so she doesn't know whether to stay or to fly back to Singapore and up again to London to fetch her back.

*roll eyes*

She said anak perempuan.
Lerr.....
These are just the things that housewives can really stress about the petty things.
Don't think I will understand until or if I am a housewife.


Work has been good. The inexistence of one party for a long time has got me back in pace, rather than to be tied down by her constant ridiculous expectations and deadlines. I managed more effective communications and apparently got things running pretty well.

I am contented. I am contented because I could not see my potential when I was under her wing and being so micro-managed that I ended up like her puppet.

I felt so liberated for the past week!

But all good things will come to an end wouldn't it?
This will. Soon enough.
I drag to see the days that she is back but in any part of the ecology, it is the survival of the fittest.

Things happen for a reason. And for a reason which I do not know yet, I was rejected for my MBA application and when I question the board why, they have not given me a reply.
In ideal situations and equal standards, I was an eligible and qualified candidate.
Therefore, to ensure I was ahead of the race of about 2000 applicants, I had influential people to write up my referrals and Lovie to help out with the essays.

Still rejected. Damn!

But my referrees are supportive saying that I should move on and not to take this as a setback. Probably God is just telling me that the MBA is not worth investing.

I do have an offer to return to HP(what a fate!), though in a much different department and environment. I would be keen to take up the challenge only if it offers a much better package. Else I don't think I would give it up for my buddies & kakis, my Thinkpad, close proximity to home and my current payscale.

In short, I am already in my comfort zone.
Which is bad.
I should be getting out of it and give myself a good culture shock.

Let's see how things go with the so many other things I am juggling today.
I pray I have enough energy because I have to admit that I do tend to burn out.

Hey, I am no superwoman!