The title says it all...I have been quiet because I was too busy. But thanks to Ebi and Kakak for keeping everyone informed about me....the 10th anniversary and the competitions.
Alhamdulillah for the 10 years that we've been married. Alhamdulillah for the 14 years that we've been together. Alhamdulillah that Kam hasn't walked out the door (and still think I'm sexayy) for everything that I've put him through. Sometimes when I get bitchy, I wonder dari mana datangnya perangai ni, Mama was certainly not confrontational with Papa when I was young. Jenis ikut aje, adalah kadang-kadang dia lawan, more now than before, but I'm terrible. Kakak in her quest of charting the family tree, also found out that a lot of the women (Mama's side) kahwin dua kali. Divorce is still sometimes deem as scandalous nowadays, but imagine what it was like hundreds of years ago...I guess Rao women are like that..feisty. Not just any men can take them on.
Now that all the competitions are out of the way, we can concentrate on moving to the new house. I plan to take leave next week, tak bagi tahu my boss yet...pindah and also try to take the kids somewhere..any suggestions? ALso want to tanam rumput this weekend. Any volunteers?
The following week I may have to go to Vietnam for a client's Christmas party. Client mana pun I tak tahu, but my new boss told me and another girl to go and enjoy ourselves. Nice or not? But my current boss may not allow it...I think lah!!
I will start moving to my new office, and slowly hand everything over to Nina Marie Hernandez who will be promoted. Good for her, as she now has to support her youner sister with her studies. I managed to get approval to work from home on every Friday (provided that there are no urgent meetings) next year onwards. Will be getting a pay rise somemore, backdated to October :-)
New Year Resolution....put the past behind, f@$k work and spend more time with the family...ohh and kumpul enough money to renovate the house.
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Wednesday, December 5
Wednesday, November 28
Rest in peace Myrna Hernandez
I awoke on Sunday morning in Selayang to the sounds of my phone's alarm at about 6.45 am. When I switched off the alarm, I saw a message from one of my colleagues, Nina, who was in Copenhagen attending a training. The message said "Mama is gone. Please pray for us. Am arriving midnight"
Nina's mother has been battling breast cancer for about a year. She was diagnosed of having it last year, and went through an operation. She was suppposed to follow up with chemo, but the mother gave up after one cycle. It was too painful for her to bear.
Nina is a genius, obtained her Masters when she turned 23. Was already with Odegaard in Copenhagen (part time) when she was doing her Masters. Upon completion, she came to our KL office. Being the ony one amongst her siblings who has made the cut, she is also the bread winner. Sometimes I see the toll that it takes on her, juggling work and bearing the responsibilities of financing her whole family.
Last Friday, I found out from her boyfriend Massimo (he's Italian) that her mum was having difficulties breathing, so he needed to rush home (Nina was in Copenhagen the whole of last week). Myrna died in her sleep at around 3 am. Nina's sister, Annabella (nicknamed Babe) woke up at 3 am as that's usually the time her mum needed to drink. Babe found her dead, still warm, but not breathing.
Kam and I had to help them make the police report, without which no caretaker, or funeral house could do anything. You can't even buy a refrigerated coffin without it. After making a few calls to Uncle Bazari about what I need to do, and what documents I'd need to bring, and to Uncle Shahari as well to find out the location of the closest police station, Kam and I made our way to Seri Maya Condo, where they lived. The journey that should take 10 minutes, took close to 2 hours, thanks to the HINDRAF riotings (sorry Ebi, I'm going to refer to it as riotings...through my eyes lah). I told Babes to take the pedestrian bridge in front of Kampung Warisan to the LRT station, where I will be waiting at the end of the stair case. Babes cried all the way down the stairs when she saw me. Poor girl, she's about 21. Put her studies on hold as someone had to care for their mum.
We made the report at the Keramat Police Station in AU2. The riotings were kind of a blessing in disguise because it meant that only women were left to man the police station (there was one old Sikh policeman though, but he was just sitting around). Not only was the station run by policewomen, the one who did the documentation was inexperienced. Uncle Bazari told me that I need a letter from a doctor confirming the death, that letter we did not have. All that we had was a letter from Pusrawi confiming that Myrna has cancer. I explained everything to the policewoman, that I am the boss of a Filipino whose not in the country. Told her that Myrna has cancer, Anabella foud her dead at 3 am at home. This policewoman calls her boss, conversation went like this "Tuan, ada orang nak report kematian. (Silence). Mati kat rumah. (Silence). Orang Filipina. (Silence). Passport ada. (Silence). Surat doctor ada. (Silence). Ok, terima kasih"
After about half an hour, we had all the needed documents...I have to say that the policewoman, kept on writing "Cancel" as the cause of death, until I couldn't take it anymore and told her that its with an r, she laughed and made all the corrections.
After that we went to Seri Maya.
It was weird, seeing her mum lying there in the living room. Massimo was busy on the phone, calling several funeral parlours, to get the best rates. He was also surfing the web to find out more parlours, in addition to the list that our Administrator had provided him.
Massimo cried when he told Kam and I what happened since I last saw him on Friday. Being the man of the house was difficult at times like this, especially when you are only 25. Danial was walking around the house unaffected. Babes also layan him as usual. (Actually later on in the day, Dina asked me about the whole incident, I told her to ask Danial, he sked him, he said, he went to the police station, after that he went to aunty nina's house and played at the playground. Then I interjected and said, ada nenek tengah tidur kat situ kan? and he said, takda lah nenek tu dah mati)
Kam and I didn't know how else to help them.I suggested that they call someone from the St John's Church where they usually go, but Massimo didn't have the number of any of the Pinoys, or someone from the embassy. Nina called, and after the go ahead from her (as she is the financier), Massimo decided on the funeral parlour and made the calls. It was Myrna's wish to be cremated. Cremation has now been set to Friday, wake started today. Myrna will be cremated at the place near Kak Idah's house. Massimo's dad arrived yesterday from Italy. He's now taken charge as the "orang tua".
Nina has been a pillar of strength through all this. She didn't cry when I spoke to her when she was in transit in Dubai. I guess she couldn't allow emotions to take control as she needed to make very crucial decisions remotely. She cried when I spoke to her on Monday though. When everything has been sorted out. She cried because she feels blessed that eventhough this happened to her family in a foreign land, the nurse at the funeral parlour, the embalmer, the florist were all Filipinos.
I hope to go to the parlour tomorrow evening (actually today) after work (I'm still at work), so if anyone of you who knows Nina would like to join me, just give me a call.
Nina's mother has been battling breast cancer for about a year. She was diagnosed of having it last year, and went through an operation. She was suppposed to follow up with chemo, but the mother gave up after one cycle. It was too painful for her to bear.
Nina is a genius, obtained her Masters when she turned 23. Was already with Odegaard in Copenhagen (part time) when she was doing her Masters. Upon completion, she came to our KL office. Being the ony one amongst her siblings who has made the cut, she is also the bread winner. Sometimes I see the toll that it takes on her, juggling work and bearing the responsibilities of financing her whole family.
Last Friday, I found out from her boyfriend Massimo (he's Italian) that her mum was having difficulties breathing, so he needed to rush home (Nina was in Copenhagen the whole of last week). Myrna died in her sleep at around 3 am. Nina's sister, Annabella (nicknamed Babe) woke up at 3 am as that's usually the time her mum needed to drink. Babe found her dead, still warm, but not breathing.
Kam and I had to help them make the police report, without which no caretaker, or funeral house could do anything. You can't even buy a refrigerated coffin without it. After making a few calls to Uncle Bazari about what I need to do, and what documents I'd need to bring, and to Uncle Shahari as well to find out the location of the closest police station, Kam and I made our way to Seri Maya Condo, where they lived. The journey that should take 10 minutes, took close to 2 hours, thanks to the HINDRAF riotings (sorry Ebi, I'm going to refer to it as riotings...through my eyes lah). I told Babes to take the pedestrian bridge in front of Kampung Warisan to the LRT station, where I will be waiting at the end of the stair case. Babes cried all the way down the stairs when she saw me. Poor girl, she's about 21. Put her studies on hold as someone had to care for their mum.
We made the report at the Keramat Police Station in AU2. The riotings were kind of a blessing in disguise because it meant that only women were left to man the police station (there was one old Sikh policeman though, but he was just sitting around). Not only was the station run by policewomen, the one who did the documentation was inexperienced. Uncle Bazari told me that I need a letter from a doctor confirming the death, that letter we did not have. All that we had was a letter from Pusrawi confiming that Myrna has cancer. I explained everything to the policewoman, that I am the boss of a Filipino whose not in the country. Told her that Myrna has cancer, Anabella foud her dead at 3 am at home. This policewoman calls her boss, conversation went like this "Tuan, ada orang nak report kematian. (Silence). Mati kat rumah. (Silence). Orang Filipina. (Silence). Passport ada. (Silence). Surat doctor ada. (Silence). Ok, terima kasih"
After about half an hour, we had all the needed documents...I have to say that the policewoman, kept on writing "Cancel" as the cause of death, until I couldn't take it anymore and told her that its with an r, she laughed and made all the corrections.
After that we went to Seri Maya.
It was weird, seeing her mum lying there in the living room. Massimo was busy on the phone, calling several funeral parlours, to get the best rates. He was also surfing the web to find out more parlours, in addition to the list that our Administrator had provided him.
Massimo cried when he told Kam and I what happened since I last saw him on Friday. Being the man of the house was difficult at times like this, especially when you are only 25. Danial was walking around the house unaffected. Babes also layan him as usual. (Actually later on in the day, Dina asked me about the whole incident, I told her to ask Danial, he sked him, he said, he went to the police station, after that he went to aunty nina's house and played at the playground. Then I interjected and said, ada nenek tengah tidur kat situ kan? and he said, takda lah nenek tu dah mati)
Kam and I didn't know how else to help them.I suggested that they call someone from the St John's Church where they usually go, but Massimo didn't have the number of any of the Pinoys, or someone from the embassy. Nina called, and after the go ahead from her (as she is the financier), Massimo decided on the funeral parlour and made the calls. It was Myrna's wish to be cremated. Cremation has now been set to Friday, wake started today. Myrna will be cremated at the place near Kak Idah's house. Massimo's dad arrived yesterday from Italy. He's now taken charge as the "orang tua".
Nina has been a pillar of strength through all this. She didn't cry when I spoke to her when she was in transit in Dubai. I guess she couldn't allow emotions to take control as she needed to make very crucial decisions remotely. She cried when I spoke to her on Monday though. When everything has been sorted out. She cried because she feels blessed that eventhough this happened to her family in a foreign land, the nurse at the funeral parlour, the embalmer, the florist were all Filipinos.
I hope to go to the parlour tomorrow evening (actually today) after work (I'm still at work), so if anyone of you who knows Nina would like to join me, just give me a call.
Friday, November 9
Happy Birthday Kakak
Happy Birthady Kakak!! Kakak also celebrates her birthday today. Our parents started and ended on the same day...exactly 10 years apart. Kakak 9/11/62 and Yuz 9/11/72 (Yeah! That's what 10 years apart mean). Kakak once told me, "Yuz, every turn of a decade for you would be just like it was for me...10 years ago".
I once asked Mama when I was very little...like 7 years old or something, "Mama kenapa Yuz kena share birthday dengan kakak? Tiap-tiap tahun kena share cake. Kenapa kena share? Kak Adek dengan Kak Idah tak share pun" Don't know why I complained, its not that I liked eating cake.
When I turned 5 and Kakak turned 15, she baked a cake for us. Cake tu siap ada cream lagi. Come to think of it, Kak Adek and Kak Idah also baked me a birthday cake when I turned 13. That cake ada dark chocolate topping. They sprinkled chopped almonds over it. It was delicious. That year I invited a few friends over for my birthday and Kak Adek/Kak Idah organised the games, my friends and I had a great time. Its really great to know that you have sisters who will always be there for you.
Coming back to my question to Mama...she said "Yuz kena share dengan Kakak sebab you were born on the same day, you can not change that. Ramai orang nak share birthday macam ni tau, Kak Adek dengan Kak Idah pun nak share kalau boleh" She then told me how a lot of people were amazed about our birth dates that when I was born, a few of the non-Muslim nurses in the hospital wanted to buy numbers sebab "manyak ong". That made me feel special, and now sharing the birthday is no longer an issue for me, everyone in the family tend to not forget...well actually yang selalu lupa birth dates are only Kak Idah and I. And Kak Idah can't forget our birthdays because tomorrow is her anniversary :-)
Anyways Happy Birthday Kakak. May you have another great year. Thanks a lot for all the "baby"ing all these years. You know that you have not stopped right? Love you lots.
I once asked Mama when I was very little...like 7 years old or something, "Mama kenapa Yuz kena share birthday dengan kakak? Tiap-tiap tahun kena share cake. Kenapa kena share? Kak Adek dengan Kak Idah tak share pun" Don't know why I complained, its not that I liked eating cake.
When I turned 5 and Kakak turned 15, she baked a cake for us. Cake tu siap ada cream lagi. Come to think of it, Kak Adek and Kak Idah also baked me a birthday cake when I turned 13. That cake ada dark chocolate topping. They sprinkled chopped almonds over it. It was delicious. That year I invited a few friends over for my birthday and Kak Adek/Kak Idah organised the games, my friends and I had a great time. Its really great to know that you have sisters who will always be there for you.
Coming back to my question to Mama...she said "Yuz kena share dengan Kakak sebab you were born on the same day, you can not change that. Ramai orang nak share birthday macam ni tau, Kak Adek dengan Kak Idah pun nak share kalau boleh" She then told me how a lot of people were amazed about our birth dates that when I was born, a few of the non-Muslim nurses in the hospital wanted to buy numbers sebab "manyak ong". That made me feel special, and now sharing the birthday is no longer an issue for me, everyone in the family tend to not forget...well actually yang selalu lupa birth dates are only Kak Idah and I. And Kak Idah can't forget our birthdays because tomorrow is her anniversary :-)
Anyways Happy Birthday Kakak. May you have another great year. Thanks a lot for all the "baby"ing all these years. You know that you have not stopped right? Love you lots.
Monday, October 8
SELAMAT HARI RAYA
Firstly....Applause! Applause!
What a good way to start a blog, by wishing all you jhoras Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Mohon maaf, yang driving to kampung, please drive safely, don't forget to wear seat belts, di mana sahaja anda berada (as in front or back).
I will be back tomorrow or the day after with my version of the cookies baking session, Ebi's version a bit dry :-)
This blog was created in 5 minutes. A more pleasing look will be coming your way after I consult experts (eintanz the freelance Consultant)
By the way, picture courtesy of Ewnict!!
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