sakit

sakit mulut. sakit hati. sakit mata.

sakit mulut.
this is real. suffering from ulcer since a week ago sgt lah real. worse yet, no sign of curing whatsoeva. dh try oral aid, aftamed and finally bonjela. oh not to forget the traditional remedy, margarine [?]. my MIL suggested the latter, maka.. hentam saje la labu. apakah? apa mau buat lagi?? urrghhh!

ok, think positive. Sakit itu penghapus dosa, rite? *astaghfirullah*

eleh farr, 9 centuries of pain pun takkan cukup nak hapuskan dosa2 ko tu...*sigh*


*drafted on 22nd Dec 2010*


sakit hati.
it starts at 830am this morning, where i had to face both my least favourite person at work. AT THE SAME TIME. huhu haha. what a nightmare, hah? it went well at first...organized and official and respectful. i was just listening. and then things become HOT and HOTTER.. where yours truly had no choice but to keep defending... defending again... and again... defending myself and my team.

what is it with others that keep pinpointing at others and continue accusing and talking bad about others. now i have to prove to him that i managed the team well. what about the accusing parties? dont they need to show proves as well? cakap kosong tak main aaaa...

after some time, all three of us managed to slow down [thanks to me for being rational and straight to the point...seriously...]. *sape kata laki tak membebel??* after his closing speech.. when i was about to escape.. He said to me, "dengan kamu saya tak habis lg.." WTH????

there he goes again...this time no blabla, just pap pap pap. point point point. i like his style of conveying the message, but NO, i dont like its content at all. my mind just couldnt think straight for a moment. i did capture some words though..

you. husband. work. unbalance. complain. responsibility. Mr Buncit.RambutPenuhUban.BadMouth.Liar [bukan nama sebenar]. Mr Botak.Buncit.LidahBercabang.KurangAsam. [bukan nama sebenar].

errgghhhh. why are they doing this to me?

*deep breath*think straight*

ok. he finished talking. my turn now. of course, to defend myself.

in short, i went like...

me. husband. line. Shah Alam. knowledge. support. clear responsibility. 3 items.

which i kind of repeat 3 times, so that he wont miss any point. phewwww, that went well, i think.

on my way back to ofc, sempat lg angkat tgn and say some prayers... after all, i'm the teraniaya person kan. doa org teraniaya, akan dimakbulkan Tuhan kan? insya-Allah.




sakit mata.
what do you think? of course, sakit banget mata gue ini kena face both MrBuncits di atas for the rest of the day... even worse for the rest of my working life. God, help me..




cant wait to hug alya.. and ayah alya.... hehe. *gediks*

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