Ever since God creates MyEG, I did not go to the post office for road tax and insurance renewal. It has been 3-4 years I guess. And I never did forget to do the renewal at least 3 days prior to expiry.
But this morning, I HAD to go to the post office for road tax renewal. And that was because I'm a mom of two, a wife, a full time career woman, I have no maid, so of course I'm busy. Besides, due to the number that never fails to increase yearly called age, my forgetfulness has been upgraded to another level; master-ship. I forgot to renew my road tax.
You see. I always have things to do next in my mind while I'm doing something, especially when attending the house chores. I would think I'd get this item in this room this after completing this activity. Yes, I went to that room right after I finished that activity but I forgot what was the thing that I wanted to get right after entering that room. I don't bluff. Happened many times. Pfftt..
So back to this cerita road tax renewal. I only remembered that I have to renew my road tax right after it expired. And that led me to the post office this morning, as renewing via MyEG even though it's possible for immediate delivery, it would cost me a good amount of RM20, instead of the regular RM2.
The queue at the post office was acceptable, I was attended 5 minutes after tekan nombor. BUT. I did not bring one thing important for that transaction (of not knowing); previous insurance's cover note. Yes, I have the 'geran kereta' with me but not the cover note. Yes, they could still process the insurance renewal (a wajib thing prior to road tax renewal) but I would not enjoy my NCD rebate and it has reached the full 55% now. In other words, I have to pay the insurance in full amount instead of 55% off. Separuh harga tau! All because of the missing cover note. Well, it's not actually missing. I had it with me. But in softcopy, in my laptop, inside my bag, under my armpit. But to get the counter officer to agree to check my laptop and accept the cover note in softcopy, or to get him printing the cover note for me, could be tiresome and almost impossible. So I decided to buy the insurance online and get back to the post office later.
I went to an eatery place nearby, had my brunch and got connected to the Internet. The speed was acceptable, thank you Lord. Clicked clicked clicked typed typed typed paid and done. Except that the receipt was not automatically generated. An auto-generated payment receipt that fails to function is one of my fears.*_*
DAMN IT GIVE ME MY F*CKING RECEIPT I WANT TO RENEW MY OVERDUE EXPIRED ROAD TAX RIGHT NOW YOU DAMN IT! I waited for 15 minutes but still nothing. And that online insurance portal did not provide any kind method to check for your payment receipt, in case their portal got sangkut while payment processing.
I chose to just go to the post office, rather than waited and got anxious waiting. By right, they could be able to process my roadtax renewal even without the payment receipt, but I was just worried that my payment wasn't reflected at the insurance portal and updated to JPJ at all. My number was 3027 and current number was 3025.
I explained to the same guy who attended me earlier and he said it might take some times for JPJ to verify. *tekan tekan keyboard* "Hah. Dah boleh renew roadtax. RM22 setahun* THANK YOU THE ALMIGHTY! Ye. Macam kejayaan besar, tapi tetap akan leceh kalau aku terpaksa trace payment dah lepas ke tak, kemudian nak datang semula ke pejabat pos, nak senyum lagi dengan brader kaunter ni, nak explain lagi. Dah lah aku memang jenis penakut nak melakukan kesalahan jalanraya. Haih. As I said earlier, I am busy for any other thing!
Itu sahaja cerita saya hari ini. Ingat! Bubuh reminder untuk memperbaharui road tax anda ataupun jika anda memang style old school kena nampak setiap transaction yang hendak dibuat lalu perlu ke kaunter (seperti boss saya, kisah benar), sila bawa geran kereta dan previous insurance's cover note.
Tata.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
Fitnah
Kak Timah baru je bercerita dengan aku dan boss ni tadi. Our regular cleaner Kak Chik is no longer providing service to the company. Here goes the cerita panas-panas.
Kak Timah mulakan macam ni : Kak Chik dah berhenti kerja. Dia kena pukul.
OhWTF?!?
Macam ni. Yang biasa melepak kat pantry opis aku ni ada tiga orang : Kak Chik, Kak Timah dan Kak Nor. Kak Chik yang in charge menjaga kebersihan tandas dan office aku. Biasalah kerja, mesti nak ada kawan. Kak Timah dan Kak Nor di tingkat lain, tingkat masing-masing.
Hari Sabtu lepas, Kak Timah bercerita pasal kisah dia menumpang kereta akak cleaner tingkat 2 setiap hari. Bercerita ddengan Kak Chik, dalam surau. Begitu begini cerita (malas aku nak cerita lanjut), Kak Nor ada bersama. Tapi dalam tengah bercerita Kak Nor keluar dari surau, dari kelompok cerita. Rupa-rupanya ada hal penting dan tersembunyi.
Dan petang nak balik kerja hari yang sama, Kak Timah terserempak dengan Kak Chik yang sedang dipukul dengan payung oleh akak cleaner tingkat 2. Hey dah kenapa?
Rupa-rupanya akak cleaner tingkat 2 dapat tahu Kak Chik telah membawa cerita lain perihal menumpang kereta oleh Kak Timah, sedangkan cerita asal adalah lain (seperti di atas). Tapi cerita yang sampai pada akak cleaner tingkat 2 (melalui telefon, 20 minit sebelum waktu balik kerja) lain. Dan penyampai cerita adalah Kak Nor. Lalu dalam marah yang meluap yang entah macam mana waktu itu, Kak Chik dipukul oleh akak cleaner tingkat 2.
Begitulah cerita Kak Timah. Kak Timah kata, mungkin Kak Nor marahkan Kak Timah berkawan baik dengan Kak Chik, wallahu'alam. Tapi dalam hal macam ni, kesian Kak Chik, dia yang jadi mangsa. Namun begitu pagi tadi Kak Timah telah bersemuka dengan Kak Nor dan akak cleaner tingkat 2 untuk menjelaskan hal sebenar.
Namun Allah menjanjikan hikmah di sebalik segala kesusahan. Hikmahnya adalah, inshaAllah Kak Chik akan dapat kerja di tempat lain, dengan gaji lebih sikit dari sekarang, dan transport disediakan. Juga, mungkin lebih tenang berbanding bekerja di sini.
Hal-hal membawa mulut ni memang antara yang sangat dimurkai Allah. Ini baru contoh yang kecil. Contoh besar sehingga bercerai-berai, bunuh-membunuh. Na'uzubillah. Kenapa mesti ada perasaan hasad dalam diri? Kenapa perlu rasa lebih dari yang lain? Na'uzubillahiminzalik, minta Allah jauhkan dari kita dan keluarga kita.
Kak Timah mulakan macam ni : Kak Chik dah berhenti kerja. Dia kena pukul.
OhWTF?!?
Macam ni. Yang biasa melepak kat pantry opis aku ni ada tiga orang : Kak Chik, Kak Timah dan Kak Nor. Kak Chik yang in charge menjaga kebersihan tandas dan office aku. Biasalah kerja, mesti nak ada kawan. Kak Timah dan Kak Nor di tingkat lain, tingkat masing-masing.
Hari Sabtu lepas, Kak Timah bercerita pasal kisah dia menumpang kereta akak cleaner tingkat 2 setiap hari. Bercerita ddengan Kak Chik, dalam surau. Begitu begini cerita (malas aku nak cerita lanjut), Kak Nor ada bersama. Tapi dalam tengah bercerita Kak Nor keluar dari surau, dari kelompok cerita. Rupa-rupanya ada hal penting dan tersembunyi.
Dan petang nak balik kerja hari yang sama, Kak Timah terserempak dengan Kak Chik yang sedang dipukul dengan payung oleh akak cleaner tingkat 2. Hey dah kenapa?
Rupa-rupanya akak cleaner tingkat 2 dapat tahu Kak Chik telah membawa cerita lain perihal menumpang kereta oleh Kak Timah, sedangkan cerita asal adalah lain (seperti di atas). Tapi cerita yang sampai pada akak cleaner tingkat 2 (melalui telefon, 20 minit sebelum waktu balik kerja) lain. Dan penyampai cerita adalah Kak Nor. Lalu dalam marah yang meluap yang entah macam mana waktu itu, Kak Chik dipukul oleh akak cleaner tingkat 2.
Begitulah cerita Kak Timah. Kak Timah kata, mungkin Kak Nor marahkan Kak Timah berkawan baik dengan Kak Chik, wallahu'alam. Tapi dalam hal macam ni, kesian Kak Chik, dia yang jadi mangsa. Namun begitu pagi tadi Kak Timah telah bersemuka dengan Kak Nor dan akak cleaner tingkat 2 untuk menjelaskan hal sebenar.
Namun Allah menjanjikan hikmah di sebalik segala kesusahan. Hikmahnya adalah, inshaAllah Kak Chik akan dapat kerja di tempat lain, dengan gaji lebih sikit dari sekarang, dan transport disediakan. Juga, mungkin lebih tenang berbanding bekerja di sini.
Hal-hal membawa mulut ni memang antara yang sangat dimurkai Allah. Ini baru contoh yang kecil. Contoh besar sehingga bercerai-berai, bunuh-membunuh. Na'uzubillah. Kenapa mesti ada perasaan hasad dalam diri? Kenapa perlu rasa lebih dari yang lain? Na'uzubillahiminzalik, minta Allah jauhkan dari kita dan keluarga kita.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
On Potty Training - There's Hope
Well, Eirsa is almost four. At this stage it's actually not impossible to successfully train her. It's quite late but it's never too late either.
We restarted training Eirsa this morning. She managed to pee on the potty (urine inside the bekas of course) twice, since this morning.
BUT. She insisted to put still her diaper on. Mayu (malu) katanya. Each time. And. She would not tell us when she would actually want to pee, so we had to bring her to the loo every 1-2 hour.
But we see this is as a good development and hope that we'll improve as the days or weeks passed by.
Note : Child's development depends on the individual. Don't give up after several first tries. Keep on attending to the case when you see any sign of readiness.
We restarted training Eirsa this morning. She managed to pee on the potty (urine inside the bekas of course) twice, since this morning.
BUT. She insisted to put still her diaper on. Mayu (malu) katanya. Each time. And. She would not tell us when she would actually want to pee, so we had to bring her to the loo every 1-2 hour.
But we see this is as a good development and hope that we'll improve as the days or weeks passed by.
Note : Child's development depends on the individual. Don't give up after several first tries. Keep on attending to the case when you see any sign of readiness.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012
A Quickie On Baby Food
Had a talk with two colleagues on baby food just now; one asked me how did I manage preparing homemade food for Eivie at least up to until now, what to feed the baby, when (she's mother of three, even more challenging to manage time, let alone to do research on this thing, as she told me). One asked me how did I want to waste my time preparing all those when I could actually get all the instants (she did that for her baby, by the way).
Well, for me it's all about choice. There's no right or wrong in motherhood. Researches might show that it's not good for baby to be fed with food with salt, oil and those things considered heavy for the baby's digestion, but this person might say, "I fed him with bubur nasi, ikan bilis and sayur sawi as his first food. He's now 3 years old and he's doing just fine. I save my time and money. Afterall our parents fed us with instant rice but now we are still in good condition, doing well in our study and work."
It's ok, she's the mother to her children, and so do I to my girls. I have the right to undergo motherhood the way that I believe is right to the kids and us and to inspire any mother that wants to be inspired. So yeah, it's the matter of choice. And effort, of course.
Less Important Note : I could only access to my Twitter account via mobile and my 1Gb cheapskate data plan. As such, it refrains me to keep up with my timeline and tweet as frequently as before. Let alone my Facebook, I only visit it whenever I wanted to, to give you the feeling, perhaps once every fortnight. So this give me more semangat to update my blog frequently. Kot.
Well, for me it's all about choice. There's no right or wrong in motherhood. Researches might show that it's not good for baby to be fed with food with salt, oil and those things considered heavy for the baby's digestion, but this person might say, "I fed him with bubur nasi, ikan bilis and sayur sawi as his first food. He's now 3 years old and he's doing just fine. I save my time and money. Afterall our parents fed us with instant rice but now we are still in good condition, doing well in our study and work."
It's ok, she's the mother to her children, and so do I to my girls. I have the right to undergo motherhood the way that I believe is right to the kids and us and to inspire any mother that wants to be inspired. So yeah, it's the matter of choice. And effort, of course.
Less Important Note : I could only access to my Twitter account via mobile and my 1Gb cheapskate data plan. As such, it refrains me to keep up with my timeline and tweet as frequently as before. Let alone my Facebook, I only visit it whenever I wanted to, to give you the feeling, perhaps once every fortnight. So this give me more semangat to update my blog frequently. Kot.
If Everything Else Fails, Try This : Pray.
So trust me, your own breastfeeding journey is going to be different from a child to a child.
I started with low stock with Eirsa, high and low production periods throughout the way but I managed to catch up. Eirsa was only unavoidably introduced with formula milk when she was 17 or 19 months old (couldn't accurately recall) and she stopped enjoying mommy's milk when she was 24 months. Weaning processes was quite smooth since she has no problem accepting formula milk.
Lesson learnt, I stocked up EBM for Eivie started from week 2 of confinement. I managed to save some 200 oz prior to returning to work and an additional of 100 oz for the next 2 months. Lucky me, Eivie wasn't not a heavy EBM consumer, but she's doing perfectly fine. Unlike Eirsa whom I need to supply at her daycare with with 20 oz daily starting from even 7-8 months old onwards, until now Eivie is still happy with her 3.5 oz, 3 bottles per day at her daycare (of course with 2 sets of homemade meal for breakfast and lunch, and 3 oz of fruit juice). BUT. I could not keep up with the requirements. May be the production was not as generous as before, may be I did not take the necessary steps, may be it's the hormones (I had my period at 12 months after having Eirsa, while 6 months after having Eivie), or simply may be because I did not try enough. Forget about whether or not I've eaten enough, my never-ending (slowly gradually) increasing body weight explains all.
aving said that, from the hundreds ounces, we are not only left with only 42 oz of frozen EBM, which I refuse to touch (the incident only took away a few bags, so it's not the main contributor). So now I'm trying my best to supply her milk on daily basis. And of course, I'm trying everything possible and pray a lot. InshaAllah, if ada rezeki for Eivie, Allah will help us. Ameen.
Oh, by the way. I know, pumping as many time as possible, emptying the breasts as frequent as possible will send the signal that the breasts need to produce more and more. But my argument is, I am now yelling at my brain telling her that that more milk is needed for my baby why doesn't she listen??! But that doesn't work of course. And yeah, it's not funny, sorry.
I started with low stock with Eirsa, high and low production periods throughout the way but I managed to catch up. Eirsa was only unavoidably introduced with formula milk when she was 17 or 19 months old (couldn't accurately recall) and she stopped enjoying mommy's milk when she was 24 months. Weaning processes was quite smooth since she has no problem accepting formula milk.
Lesson learnt, I stocked up EBM for Eivie started from week 2 of confinement. I managed to save some 200 oz prior to returning to work and an additional of 100 oz for the next 2 months. Lucky me, Eivie wasn't not a heavy EBM consumer, but she's doing perfectly fine. Unlike Eirsa whom I need to supply at her daycare with with 20 oz daily starting from even 7-8 months old onwards, until now Eivie is still happy with her 3.5 oz, 3 bottles per day at her daycare (of course with 2 sets of homemade meal for breakfast and lunch, and 3 oz of fruit juice). BUT. I could not keep up with the requirements. May be the production was not as generous as before, may be I did not take the necessary steps, may be it's the hormones (I had my period at 12 months after having Eirsa, while 6 months after having Eivie), or simply may be because I did not try enough. Forget about whether or not I've eaten enough, my never-ending (slowly gradually) increasing body weight explains all.
aving said that, from the hundreds ounces, we are not only left with only 42 oz of frozen EBM, which I refuse to touch (the incident only took away a few bags, so it's not the main contributor). So now I'm trying my best to supply her milk on daily basis. And of course, I'm trying everything possible and pray a lot. InshaAllah, if ada rezeki for Eivie, Allah will help us. Ameen.
Oh, by the way. I know, pumping as many time as possible, emptying the breasts as frequent as possible will send the signal that the breasts need to produce more and more. But my argument is, I am now yelling at my brain telling her that that more milk is needed for my baby why doesn't she listen??! But that doesn't work of course. And yeah, it's not funny, sorry.
Monday, December 17, 2012
When Everything Else Fails, Try This : Embrace
So we are now back to our own 986 sqft crib. At first we planned to co-live with husband's parents for the next 1-2 years, until the new house is ready. The idea was to sell our house as soon as possible, as it was kind of financially tight to maintain the house and at the same time to start paying for the new house's progress payment. Ada kemungkinan kena catu banyak benda, sedih tau kalau kerja penat-penat tapi rasa miskin.
As expected Eivie took some time to adapt with the new place. But well. Actually she only took 2 hours holding to me, before went exploring the house from corner to corner. Eirsa on the other hand was busy with her hey-long-time-no-see toys, especially her DVD collections. Papa was as usual, being cool and helpful. Me? I was quite nervous, I must say. There would be time when we'd be left alone just the three of us that I have to attend to their demands at the same time. Luciky Eivie was an easy baby, except last night she refused to sleep, even though the light's off. She still wanted to explore. Perangainya sekarang she ever gets angry (which is very rare), she'll cry hysterically as if she's in very much pain. Drama. There was a time yesterday when husband was out for dinner and Eirsa wanted to bathe and it was impossible to let Eivie unattended so I decided to bathe them both at the same time, dalam besen Ikea. Comel je si bogel berdua tu dalam besen. It was unexpectedly doable, sebab nasib baik Eivie dah boleh duduk. Tapi I really had to move fast, with that I hope I'd burn more calories and shed off some weight soon.
The kids have to also adapt with daily 30-45 mins ride (one way) with papa, unlike when we traveled when Eirsa was a baby, she was occupied with a DVD. This time around, we tried not to with Eivie. And she's being an angelic baby, so far very well behave in her car seat. The daycare is nearby Opah's house, it's easier for them to fetch the kids earlier, have grandparent-grandchildren time for 2-3 hours before papa fetches them back to our house. Oh. And papa would be carrying both of them from the house to our car (return), daily since I'll have to leave the house 1/2 hour earlier. InshaAllah, he could manage.
As for mommy, plan is I'll get back home the earliest possible, try to reach home by 6, attended to as many house chores as possible, have my dinner and make the house ready for my most fave 3 persons to arrive home at around 8pm. Then papa will have his dinner while I attend the kids. Then we'll play with the kids, get to bed latest by 10pm and repeat the routines the next day.
InshaAllah.
As expected Eivie took some time to adapt with the new place. But well. Actually she only took 2 hours holding to me, before went exploring the house from corner to corner. Eirsa on the other hand was busy with her hey-long-time-no-see toys, especially her DVD collections. Papa was as usual, being cool and helpful. Me? I was quite nervous, I must say. There would be time when we'd be left alone just the three of us that I have to attend to their demands at the same time. Luciky Eivie was an easy baby, except last night she refused to sleep, even though the light's off. She still wanted to explore. Perangainya sekarang she ever gets angry (which is very rare), she'll cry hysterically as if she's in very much pain. Drama. There was a time yesterday when husband was out for dinner and Eirsa wanted to bathe and it was impossible to let Eivie unattended so I decided to bathe them both at the same time, dalam besen Ikea. Comel je si bogel berdua tu dalam besen. It was unexpectedly doable, sebab nasib baik Eivie dah boleh duduk. Tapi I really had to move fast, with that I hope I'd burn more calories and shed off some weight soon.
The kids have to also adapt with daily 30-45 mins ride (one way) with papa, unlike when we traveled when Eirsa was a baby, she was occupied with a DVD. This time around, we tried not to with Eivie. And she's being an angelic baby, so far very well behave in her car seat. The daycare is nearby Opah's house, it's easier for them to fetch the kids earlier, have grandparent-grandchildren time for 2-3 hours before papa fetches them back to our house. Oh. And papa would be carrying both of them from the house to our car (return), daily since I'll have to leave the house 1/2 hour earlier. InshaAllah, he could manage.
As for mommy, plan is I'll get back home the earliest possible, try to reach home by 6, attended to as many house chores as possible, have my dinner and make the house ready for my most fave 3 persons to arrive home at around 8pm. Then papa will have his dinner while I attend the kids. Then we'll play with the kids, get to bed latest by 10pm and repeat the routines the next day.
InshaAllah.
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