The car has been sold. He told me that yesterday. He looked a bit forlorn. Told me that he didn't get much sleep last night thinking of his 'first baby'. According to him, the wife had been complaining about the car. Thus, it was sold. Pity him. He also dropped the bomb that he will be going away from end of June to Aug to China. The news didn't really shocked me as the wife had told me about this last year (or was it the year before they had the baby). He said that if he hadn't sold it, he was planning to let me keep the car and drive it while they are away. Ooooo..my supervisor is so sweet.

It is snowing again. I nearly slipped on the way up to the uni. For a moment, I thought that I would fall on my bump, but thankfully I managed to balanced myself. The office mate has gone home early (Yeah!!!), said that he wouldnt want to be snowed in.
Called Along. Adik has regained his appetite back but only wants to eat what he wants to eat only, ie. roti canai and bubur asyura.

Jeya here

Called a friend, from the ex-work place. He has been travelling around the region. This guy has always called me 'lady'. I've never asked him why. Like me, he quit his job to move to greeener pasture. It takes a lot of gut getting out from that place and he agrees. Talking to him, has made me feel a bit melancholic, remembering the life I used to live. But I'm glad I moved on.

Just returned from the xmas shopping frenzy in town. I too got a little carried away with the shopping..heh. Countdown to the xmas day would be the best time to catch men doing their shopping. That last minute xmas for the wife, girlfriend, kids etc. There was this hunk of a guy infront of me(mind you, he looked expensive) dumping all his other plastics bags on the floor when paying for another. They just dont have a care in the world. Barbaric and hillarious really. I tell you, seeing men struggling with their shopping is priceless.

Before that, had lunch with friends at a Moroccan restaurant. There wasnt that many choice for the courses, it's either an 'Express Lunch' which are just collections of starters or a 'Relaxed Lunch' which consists of starter, a main course, tea and sweets. The Arab wannabe in us chose the Relaxed Lunch. It's a holiday after all. We just wanted to laze on the cushy cushions while enjoying our meal like the Arabs do. Furthermore, the 'Relaxed lunch' is more value for the money since it is just £8++/pax while the other one is £6++/pax. For starters we had fillo pastry filled with minced lamb and herbs, pastry filled with spinach, pine nuts and pomegranate and curried prawn in fillo pastry. For the main dish, two of us had Mossaka while Aishah had Tajjin lamb sausage with an egg in the middle.

I'm flying out tomorrow before the sun-up. I just need to sort out a few things at the office before I go. I doubt I'm gonna finish the work but I'll try, Insha Allah.

My sis told me that her son is one fussy child...yes the one with the hearing implant. He will not go to dirty toilets, he will not go to a ladies toilet and he sometimes do not want his mother to the loo with him. Adik had an appointment with the audiologist at HUKM yesterday. So that day at the hospital the boy wanted to poo. I asked the mother how can you tell whether he wants to poo or not? Simple. If he kept on holding on to the birdie front. The mother would put her hand on his lips and ask. 'Do you want to pee?' Then he will say, 'I want pee'. If the boy kept holding on to his bum with the face scrounge up like so..then he definitely wants to poo. So yesterday, adik wanted to poo. And he doesnt want to go to the ladies loo, he wanted to go to the men's. The dad, unfortunately, is so yucky with pooos..dang! 'No..I am not washing that boys bum', he'd say. The dad even insisted my sis to go to the men's toilet to wash up..Kelako kelako. As adik was still adamant not to enter the ladies',... the drama ends with my sister eventually entering the gents loo to wash her son's assed poo.

This weekend to do list

Saturday

1- to the -first thing tmorrow morn(personal)

2- meet BB2 at the house to go shopping at (personal)

3- mark assessment paper (£££-personal)

4- mark exercise (£££-personal)
5- home
6- Need to of the front and back yard. Please..please..please don't

7- tidy room



Sunday
1- make gant chart following discussion with BB2 on Friday
2- think & do program modification (academic)
3- make notes on local optimization (academic)- to show to BB2/1

errrr...

A question posed from a 12 year old today:

'Do you ever not smile?'

Ramadan

We are in the final leg of Ramadan now. This is the time where I (all of us) should be grabbing the opportunity of once in a year thing. Allah has promised that the night of Power will be around these days.

Al-Quran: Surah Al-Qadr (The Night of Decree)
1. Verily! We have sent it (this Qur'ân) down in the night of Al-Qadr (Decree)
2. And what will make you know what the night of Al-Qadr (Decree) is?
3. The night of Al-Qadr (Decree) is better than a thousand months (i.e. worshipping Allâh in that night is better than worshipping Him a thousand months, i.e. 83 years and 4 months).
4. Therein descend the angels and the Rûh [Jibrael (Gabriel)] by Allâh's Permission with all Decrees,
5. Peace! (All that night, there is Peace and Goodness from Allâh to His believing slaves) until the appearance of dawn.

Promised some people that I would come to a certain location at a certain time last night. But alas, fell asleep right till fajar.

To tell the truth, I am always lazy to get up at odd hours. I suppose HE knows that there are many lazy bones like me. But reading the last ayah from Surah Muzammil motivates me more to get up in the night. It's kinda embarassing that you yourself is too slow to do something good for yourself and having this ayah (Al-Quran: Surah Muzammil, 20) telling you to do this for your own good.

20. Verily, your Lord knows that you do stand (to pray at night) a little less than two-thirds of the night, or half the night, or a third of the night, and so do a party of those with you, And Allâh measures the night and the day. He knows that you are unable to pray the whole night, so He has turned to you (in mercy). So, recite you of the Qur'ân as much as may be easy for you. He knows that there will be some among you sick, others travelling through the land, seeking of Allâh's Bounty; yet others fighting in Allâh's Cause. So recite as much of the Qur'ân as may be easy (for you), and perform As-Salât (Iqâmat-as-Salât) and give Zakât, and lend to Allâh a goodly loan, and whatever good you send before you for yourselves, (i.e. Nawâfil non-obligatory acts of worship: prayers, charity, fasting, Hajj and 'Umrah, etc.), you will certainly find it with Allâh, better and greater in reward. And seek Forgiveness of Allâh. Verily, Allâh is Oft-Forgiving, Most-Merciful.

May we all have a productive Ramadan while it last.

The day my supervisor and I went shopping

Today, last week, I went shopping with my supervisor. Weird, I know. It went like this..

One sunny afternoon as I was just stepping into the office after skivving off somewhere (actually, just stepped out to meet one of the reps from the students union to discuss on the freshers fayre), office mate informed that my boss was looking for me. He (boss) normally does knock on my door once in awhile when he has this brilliant idea and wanted me to try it out. We just had our meeting a few days back..and I haven't done much on it. Not wanting to be scolded for not following his trails of thoughts, if he does touch on the subject if I see him straight away, I got down to skimming the notes of our last meeting. 'Skimming' is the operative word here. Done that, I quickly took my notepad and rushed down to his office.

"You wanted to talk to me?"

"How is your work?", he said.

"Yeah..i'm working on the programming"

Then he started to explain again the stuff that we have gone through. And there I was thinking (not really listening)..he is so nice to me here...I am blessed with this supervisor. After a while, I was just about to say, "Yes, I'll get on with it" and wanted to go when he said..

"The second thing I wanted to talk to you about is..Do you have a driving licence?"

Apparently, he just bought a car and the tank was almost empty. He just had 15 driving lessons and hence he can't drive it to the petrol pump himself. He needs a favour and I told him no problem at all. So, I am to meet him at his house on Saturday at 10am.

Saturday came, I was late ..for 3 minutes. Greeted by the wife and asked me to come in to see the babyyyyyy..Coeeeee. Baby just woke up..cute and she has an English name..more appropriate i guess. After saying goodbye to the wife, I jumped into the car.

Now this car is weird. I can't even turn the keys to start the ignition..It is one 'tight' car. Furthermore, it has this safety card where you need to insert it at the same time as you put the key in the ignition. Either I am too used to the Japanese and Malaysian cars that I can't seem to turn on the ignition or maybe it is just one dodgy car. After reading some stuff on the web, I know now that Citroen is one quirky manufacturer.... security package, fitted to all models, is its ignition key. As well as acting as the remote control for the vehicle's central locking for the doors, hatch and fuel filler, it incorporates a computer chip that provides a series of rolling codes, where a new code is used to unlock the doors, etc., each time it is used. This key also contains an electronic transponder that, when placed into the lock, matches an encrypted code with the vehicle's computer, enabling the fuel and ignition systems..... Anyway, we managed, finally, to get the car started. We ended up, him starting the car and me driving.

After filling up the petrol, and get my pants splashed with it..don't ask me how. We went to one of the nearby to get his shoppping. I have already done my shopping just the day before, so off I went to the clothes department and left him to do his shopping. After browsing and trying out and browsing and trying out again (whilst talking to my mom on the mobile), I finally bought a long skirt -white-background with splashes of colourful flowers (which reminds me: you've bought it- wear it!!)

At the entrance, he was already there - waiting for me ..heh heh. I guess men are more effficient when it comes to shop. He was suprised to see me dangling one tiny plastic bag. I guess, he thought that I would buy loads to shop. Sorry, but I am not going to show you one of my 'bad' habits, shopping i mean.

We then drove back to his house. He did invite me in for lunch. Naturally I declined. I had to, I saw him buy lots of 'things' that I can't possibly eat.

Next door neighbour

The neighbour next door came and say hello. He has been here, in the department, before the term started. We normally just say the perfunctory hi-s and hello-s or smile when we meet at the corridor. But today..he came and introduced himself. Not sure where he originates from, but from the name, he is certainly not British (I am sure he is not Russian either like the neighbour down the other door, whom I still apply the theory of perfunctory conduct with). Coincidentally, H is doing biology. Mathematical biology that is. And when he knew i was doing something in that area. He was asking me this and that and ...I was grappling ok.. Boy, he sure knows his stuff. Which reminds me, maybe I need to brush up on mine la.