Wan Hanis Arisya

The next day I went to the hospital and was able to give a closer look, sine the baby was now in the room with the mother.

She's real cute!! My first niece, my parents first grandchild. I'm the youngest, so I never really feel what its like to have a newcomer in the house.

It was nice.
She's so adorable.
So tiny.
So pure.

and she sleeps all the time. (inherited that from me, i guess.)

but i told ya didn't i?
i am not the kid's friendly type.
never ever.

i wonder what kind of aunt i will be?

My dove, My Baby Love

Monday 28/04/2008

My pregnant sis-in-law, kak aida was due on 12.05. But due to her high blood pressure, the doctor advised her to be 'induced' (the way I heard it). This morning me and umi went to the hospital and waited in her room (312). The will-be mother was in the labor room.
We waited.
Ok, things got a little bored, so me and umi walked to Ampang Point having one of those, you know, girlie times? sounds weird.

Umi got a call from my oldest bro, abang, and we scuttled back to the hospital. It was afalse alarm though. The baby was supposed to be matured (the way i heard it, with some doubts. Even a 16-year old can be quite immature, how could this niece of mine...oh, never mind) but looked like the baby wasn't very keen to see the world.

The water broke at about 3pm. Kak aida's temperature started to rise.She had to be given the epidural. She was suposed to give birth hours ago!

So the doctor decided to operate her. Caesars.

You know how in the movies the concerned relatives all wait anxiously outside the surgery room, and when the doctor came out, everyone surrounded the doctor, sent the doctor suffocated, asking how's my baby was, or how's my wife was, or how's my sister was, and everything?

It wasn't quite like that.

We waited in a room with a TV (Impak Maksima, starring Fasha Sandha and Awal Ashaari), and a nurse asked abang if he wanted to come inside and watch, and he wore this green uniform and a scrub, looked very cool and went inside. and the grown-ups talked about how the weather was shih shah shih shah. and the kids (kak aida's nieces and nephews) hoo haa n hoo haa. Yiyi and Imie sat talking, watching Impak Maksima. Me sat silently reading a Jeffrey Archer.

There was this cute little boy, aged two I think, called Muszaphar (or so I heard), kept playing near me. since I wasn't really err.. kids-friendly, I just smiled, and continued the reading. My brother Imie played with him. And they got real closed. He had a gift with kids.

Suddenly the door opened. My brother got out. Everyone just stared (no rushing). He said she was okay. The baby was okay. and we all rushed back to third floor, to see the baby. We could only watched the baby from outside the room with a big glass window. She was so tiny!
The nurses gave her a bath.

And Imie held Muszaphar up and pointed at the baby. he whispered in an sad-mocked voice.
"Tengok tu.. dah ada baby.. Apar dah x comel dah.."
Muszaphar's sister continued "yelah.. apar dh xglamer dah.."
The toodler's face was so funny! He looked so gob smacked and kinda blurred and you know, terlopong.

Imie continued " lepas ni kalau orang tanya, mana baby?? Apar dah x boleh angkat tgn dah.. org x tgk apar dah... " His voice was really gloomy and conspiratorial as he added a very slow and deliberate whisper.
"Booooooo..."

I coudnt stop laughing.

corrections! though...

Let me clarify first.
Not ALL chick lits or novels are like that. Seriously. You guys might read my previous post and say 'she's so shallow. I read a lot of books and only few have characters like that.'

Duh.

annoying, but addicting

CHICK-LITS EXAM

Define a hero-

1. amazingly good-looking
2. smells very sexily, thanks to the brilliant shampoo, plus the expensive and high-taste aftershave
3. owns a multi-billion company
4. born an extraordinary dancer (name it- tango, waltz, whatever)
   
5. charming (both in actions and words)
   
6. have a natural gift and ample sense in dressing style
   
7. somehow very caring, passionate, loyal
8. sensible
9. knows the exact thing to say in a dire situation
10. sweet
11. perfect
    

Define a heroine-

1. pretty (or beautiful, or cute, whatever in league)
   
2. have a great sense of humor
   
3. not necessarily successful
   
4. warm
5. caring
6. lovely
7. whaddaya call 'klam kabut'?
8. able to somehow 'fill an empty space inside the Macho Hero's heart'
9. make us laugh with a bang
   
10. special
11. lucky

NOVEL MELAYU EXAM

Terangkan apakah itu hero-

1. Lelaki kacak tapi kdg2 ego
   
2. Mewarisi syarikat keluarga (kadang2)
3. romantik (seram sejuk)
4. ayahnya Dato'
5. keretanya bergaya
6. suaranya seksi
7. alim jugak
8. suami ideal
9. berpendidikan tinggi
10. perfect

Terangkan apakah itu heroin-

1. Cantik (kiut dan sebagainya)
2. Kadang2 perangai xlah baik mana tapi takpe, sbb cantik. Beauty covers everything. mesti the Macho Hero akan tertarik dn mengubah perangai buruk heroin.
   
3. Kadang2 xkaya
4. keluarga biasa
5. pesaingnya dari golongan wanita tinggi bersolek dan bergincu tebal berkerjaya yg setaraf dgn the Macho Man.
6. Hati murni dan mulus
7. pandai masak
8. sweet dan kelakar
9. special

AMARAN: Bukan SEMUA macam ni. Certain types.

A friend asks me
"Are you jealous?"

The answer is a total NO. That's what I see, I observe.
I can actually guess what happens in the end. selected kind of people. The love story is the same. the plot is the same. the characters are the same.

yeah yeah.

annoying, but addicting.

what a poser

god. i hate chick lits. seriously. but why would i spend my beauty sleep's time reading one?

1am till 4am for Shopaholic & Baby *Good GOD, woman!*
prep time (long time ago) for The Mystery of Husbands *oh, self..*
One whole day (I had to read a line twice.Don't ask why.I wont tell) for The Little Lady Agency *Yeeesshh!*

There were others. The whole series of Shopaholics. And Can you Keep a Secret?. you know, others.

A total waste of time. But willing to spend money to buy those. And willing to fall onto my knees, to borrow from friends.

Good GOD, woman!!
I really hate chick-lits.
Though I love reading them.



What a poser.

I is for I-N-T-E-R-V-I-E-W

it was friday. I got the letter.
it was saturday. I went to Sab's house to use internet. Obtained information. resolved to read the info at night. but fell asleep.
it was sunday. went to Sab's house again. resolved to read the info at night. but fell asleep.
it was monday. I freaked out.

head = zero information
the borang = not even a box filled
the stupid essay = not a single word

relax, after all, i'm a world-class procrastinator (do not try this at home). i know exactly what to do.

right?

first, the essay. a truly vital thing. OK. no probs. switch on yiyi, my third bro's laptop (oh. by the way. yiyi is my brother's name. not the laptop's). Darn. The laptop had lancaring a mogok.

Never mind. I cud use my sec bro, Imie's laptop. Ok. No sweats. that was a lie. I did sweat a little. And I started an essay on you know, err, blowing one's trumpet? I didn't know I was quite good at it. Making a cross-country such a big deal. Like I was a hero. whatever.

Ran out to print the essay. bought lunch. what else I forgot? oh. right. the application forms. the borang. and it was, like 12 pm. relax. God, I was sweating like a sumo-wrestler (after a fight). and head was still had zero info. Abah was home. Rushed for a bath. Ironed the clothes. Done. went downstairs.

Umi shrieked
"U call that IRONED??!!!"
"Looked so kampung!!"

Yeah.

Never mind. Dear Umi, I love you. Read all the biotechnology thingies in a sweep. God. What Was This? abah called. ran to the car, managed to grab all the sijil and borang and whasoever. Grabbed a pen. A piece of advice. NEVER try to write anything in a car. A moving car, to b specific.

I was mortified.

Head = 0.15% info
oh ok.
1%

my name was called. with the lafaz of basmallah I knocked the door, and entered.

The End

surprise, surprise

the results were out

I wasn't nervous.
hey, seriously.
maybe because i 'sedar diri'. or maybe i was never interested in biotechnology anyway. i mean, i love English, Shakespeare and all, and i didn't think Shakespeare was interested in cells and respirations, or inertia and momentums, nor sodium chloride is actually a salt either.

ps: maybe he was interested, again, pardon me for my ignorance.

But the important thing was, i didn't. seriously. so i checked the jpa website. sorry, 91012011-**-***, you fail!!! Oh. So I... okay, i didnt feel anything. no tears. nothing. just... numb. i didnt care, right?

and i moved on, again.

until i got a letter. an invitation for an interview. under mara. monday. 3.00pm. biotechnology. oh. there must be a mistake. i mean, maybe someone else have the same name and live at the same address. then somebody told me,
"you idiot, cek kat web mara la, bukan jpa. kau kn mntak mara!"

oh. right.
just a goofy mistake.
after all, nobody's perfect.