Sevenmoon

I am 43 minutes into my seventh wedding anniversary. Seven years and counting. Goodness! Time sure has passed by so fast.

I've planned a surprise getaway for our anniversary. Can't really say it here because B reads my blog. I'll just post the pictures when I get back. The kids will be staying with my parents. I've already explained again and again to Zareef what's happening later during the day. The excuse I'm giving; both Mummy and Daddy will be going away for work and has to sleep at the workplace, so Zareef and Zara will be spending 3D2N at Atok's and Nenek's. I know it's lame but that's the only way for us to get away from the kids and have a proper honeymoon. If Zareef knew what I've planned meticulously for the past month, he'll go balistic! So, a white lie it is then. Hopefully Zareef, when you read this in a few years to come, you'll forgive me aight!

I sure am going all out this time for our celebration. Must be due to being deprived and cheated from a proper honeymoon when we got married seven years ago. We did go for our honeymoon but on the second day, B was called away for work in Singapore despite being on his wedding annual leave. What a spoil sport his company was back then! No wonder jodoh B with that company tak panjang.

So, to make up for a spoilt honeymoon, I decided to take matters into my own hands and ARRANGE EVERYTHING! Yes, I did all the planning, bookings, logistic arrangements for the kids and purchasing given that B is too busy to even sit down and plan with me. This time around, I'm making sure that I have a proper honeymoon, one that both of us rightly deserve!

My darling B, happy seventh anniversary dear! May our marriage be blessed by Allah and our love for each other never ever dies. I love you till the power of infinity!

It's Back to Work

On the weekend that B was in Rome (lama dah citer nih), I woke up at an ungodly hour to go for a walk-in interview. I left my babies at my parents' and and reached the place nice, early and foggy. Registered myself and while doing this, I did a quick scan and immediately felt ancient because all the IC numbers belonging to peeps before me started with an 8 while I was the only one which started with a 7.

I wanted to turn back thinking why in the world was I doing this. After a few seconds, the thought felt so tempting that I did make a turn but it was only a half-turn. The other half somehow forced me to march forward.

I was asked to complete an IQ test. WHATTT??? I think the last time I did an IQ test was for a Renong scholarship which took a whole wasted Saturday. 34 questions in 40 minutes. Each question had nine pictures followed by a choice of nine answers. By question no. 28, my brain was damn exhausted. I didn't feel like finishing them up but I persevered. I left out two questions which I didn't even bother to look at.

I was so glad when the invigilator said "Masa tamat". Phewww... lega! I was told to wait for the result. If I pass the test, then only will I be called in for a interview. My brain was so drained that my tummy did a rumble and double flip. Yes, I always get that whenever I finished doing an exam. I'll be so famish that everything looks good in my enough to eat even if they weren't.

Habis je makan, invigilator called up my name. Wahhhh... I passed the IQ test. Now, it's crunch time! Interview went well, I dare say but I wasn't really hoping for the job. The main reason I went for the quite tough interview was to test my marketability and polish my interviewing skills and these two I managed to accomplish.

Two months pass without any word from them and I too almost forgot about them until I got a phone call two days ago. They are offering me a job with my stipulated salary and MORE! They wanted me to report as soon as possible but had to say no - the kids come first and I have to sort their logistics etc. After the phone call, I was in a daze. It felt so surreal that I had to seat myself and just stare at the wall contemplating everything for a good 20 minutes. Sampai Zareef pun risau.

I'm starting on April Fool and having a 10-day-break shortly after (which I also requested and was immediately approved. Mesti depa cakap banyak betul songel minah but she's good so bagi saje la hehhehe) for my trip to the land of the rising sun.

I am still in disbelief over my rezeki in getting a job. I can only thank Allah for that. I thought I was a rusty engineer whom no one would want to hire given that there are many young guns who have all the required knowledge and certs to go with it. Apparently not la kot.

All I can say is, Syukur Alhamdulillah...

Now tambah lagi satu pening. The kids. HOW??