Ohh don’t you just dread it coming to work on the very last days of the year? Well I do! After 2 weeks being off from work (MC lah, annual leave lah, public hols lah), I finally made my way to the office this morning. It was an achievement for me to wake up at 8am today. He must have been proud, yeah right.
My routine for the last 2 weeks had been waking up at 11, shower, go to Mama’s place to feed myself, play with my nieces, talk crap with my sister, sleep, watch TV, wait for bibik to cook dinner, pack food and go home and have dinner with hubby. I know he wasn’t proud of me doing that, but I really cant help it. I’m in a stage where I’m super lazy to do house chores and tak larat to do anything (baju pun hantar dobi je or bring to Mama’s place and ask bibik to wash), then bring bibik along to my house and clean the house, and a lot of other things that I think if I were to mention it here, people would say… “tak payah jadi bini org la kalau mcm ni”.
Thank god the sickness is almost gone now. Been seeing my cool-rockish-looking doctor very frequent these days. Thank God there’s some amount left for my medical entitlement. What I like about being me now is that, people don’t question me why I don’t have the energy, why I don’t look so well and all that. And the best thing about being me now is…people do the things that I want them to do, for me. It’s like…no question asked, they’ll just do it. No, I’m not dying. I’m just experiencing some hormonal changes. :p
Besides all the things that have happened recently and it doesn’t have to always be about me la kan…for instance, my sister gave birth to a lovely baby girl, Alyssa Maira on 15 Dec – on the very same day my sister-in-law and nephews left for Dubai to join my brother. Sent them off to the airport…forgot my camera hence no pictures…but the last I spoke to them, they were preparing to start school in a few days time and they’re freaking out coz not only they need to learn Arabic, but they also need to learn French. Tough life for 11 and 8 year olds. Don’t know if the little one aged 3 need to go to kindie already there…but I cant imagine how he’s gonna learn Arabic, and French altogether. Ckp Melayu and English pun pelat.
On a different note, I want to buy a house. A landed property. We’ve gone through all the brochures, visit the sites, but we still couldn’t find the perfect home. The ones that we like are way off from our budget, the ones that we can afford to buy are not located at great locations….arrgghh…when will I find my perfect home? And property price is gonna go up next year…so do we even have the chance to get our perfect home with the right price and a great location? Quoting him “a perfect location for you would be 10mins away from your Mom’s kan?”. I just smiled. I didn’t defend myself coz it was true. I love PJ so much. I love my mom’s place so much. Sometimes, my brothers, my sister and I would just talk about the house before it was renovated years ago. We would point out what was there before the living room, or what room it was before at that corner, where we would hide our things if we didn’t want the others to find our toys, where we would hide to pee standing and poop in our pants (this of course when we were very very very young lah)… a lot of great memories there. In my whole life, I’ve never moved house – until after I got married. It was a big step for me. I cried. And he didn’t understand why. He just said I was being emo. Perhaps I was being emo…but ahhh…it’s difficult for me to untangle the words.
It’s 3 pm and I’m thinking if I should just pack my stuff and go home? After all, I have not been doing anything in the office…for the past 2 months. Yeah I think I should just go home.
Queing up at the subway station. Tokyo has like what...I think...7 or 8 or more train lines and they are all inter-connected. It was a little bit difficult to understand the routes at first...but we got the hang of it after that.
At Harajuku - where all youngsters meet and chill. The streets are filled with little shops that sell a whole of funky Jap clothing styles.
The selection of crepes that they sell. Tempting eh? 
In front of Hard Rock Cafe Tokyo. It only took us 5 minutes by cab from our hotel but it took us 15mins to explain to the cab driver where we were heading to.
At the second station of Mount Fuji. But I didnt get to see Mt Fuji at all as it was a foggy morning. We took a 2.5hours drive from Tokyo only to find that the mountain was invisible that day. Sigh. 
Mt Fuji was supposed to be behind us. It was a cold and wet morning and foggy.
At a Buddist Temple in Hakone - 30mins from Mt Fuji. The surrounding is magnificent.
Still in the Buddhist Temple compund. Oh btw, why I had that school-badge looking glued to my overcoat was because it was a sticker to identify which tour group we are in!