Hyatt Regency Kuantan Resort

Baru-baru ni i & hubby gi Kuantan. We all stay at Hyat Regency Kuantan Resort. Tempat dia memang lazat..dok pulak regency club yang ngadap laut. wah, nyaman sungguh! no wonder dulu YBM sibuk nak stay kat situ sedangkan orang lain sumer kat MS Garden ke mana ntah, i pun tak pegi sana waktu function tu. Before ni we all penah stay kat Swiss Garden Resort, but this place is much2 better...

view dari balcony..very nice kan view dia...

ni masa sunrise..

ni view dari restoran

We all stay 3 hari 2 mlm..so sempatlah berjalan ke kemaman & tanjung lumpur mencari kepok lekor bagai. dah jadi cam segmen cik hazel kita lah plak..jalan2 cari makan menternak badan..ekekke..memang menternak sungguh. Tapi yang paling lazat of course..spesel treat from hubby...spa!ntah apa mimpi dia ntah..tak penah2 ambik spa treatment kat hotel, maklumla mahal tahap gaban la jugek kan..banding dengan treatment kat mana2 pun yang lebih kurang sama je..tapi dah hubby nak sponsor kan..rezeki jangan ditolak walaupun rasa rm630 tu cam tak berbaloi je..yelah kan..untuk manicure je pun dah rm90.pedicure pun rm90..padahal bukan buat apa sangatpun..

walla..bayou spa..tempat dia oklah..not bad

ambik package asyik..memang asyik sungguh dapat memanjakan diri ni

treatment start dari pukul 5 sampai la pukul 9.30 malam..tak penah2 lama giteww memanjakan diri..memang lazat..rasa ringan badan lepas kena massage, coffee scrub, mandi bunga dll...and of cozlaa...lepas kita dapat special treat camtu, turn kitala plak kan bagi special treat kat dia..*wink* kan memang itupun salah satu sebab orang pompuan ni sanggup berhabisan masa, tenaga, duit ringgit..mencantikkan diri untuk suami...(& of coz to make us feel good about ourselves as well) as long as jgn over sampai nak botoxla, plastic surgery lah..lelaki ni kalau dapat isteri miss universe sekalipun kalau dia nak carik lain tu, carik jugak, so tak payahla nak menyeksa diri sampai camtu sekali. Sampai ada yang meninggal buat liposuction sumer, buat apa..awak mati, laki tu tak dan lama dah carik lain..

The D-Day Part 2

i was admitted around 2 pm and half an hour later one of the nurse came in to shave me.i thought she juz gonna shave my belly..but to my horror (more so, embarrasment..), she shaved me clean-you know where..*wink* for nearly half an hour (it seemed longer that time) i was subjected to her fussy scrutinization (read:mercy). imagine having a stranger face juz inches away from your 'golden triangle' ...heheh..you get my picture..very awkward situation indeed..(thank god it was a she..i can still recall having to open my legs for a male gynea waaayyy back when i was pregnant..but you knowlah...after a few thousand or so & all kind of pussies later, the doctors & even the nurses indifference say it all- hmmm, seen that, done that..nothing new what, all the same meh. so why shy one..)..she did it in front of my hubby..but like he said to the nurse, "there's nothing i havent see before..hehehh"

so people, lesson no 2...always remember to put your nicest undies on, especially when you go out coz...you'll never know...what are the chances you gonna have to strip naked due to some unforseen reasons/circumstances?nah, not a chance you said?the probability is more than what you think.so better be ready than be sorry, no? apart from that, equally important, lesson no 3, while you are at it, please make sure your private part is in the most 'presentable' condition..we dont want anyone to have a heart attack juz becoz inadvertantly they had to look at your 'untamed' bushes, dontcha?imagine the poor soul..hehhe..well, in my case, rest assured, i came prepared..(that's becoz..i always adhere to lesson 2 & 3)

after finished with the shaving, i took a shower & put on the hospital robe (i never like to wear it..it's like putting your tuckuss into display for the whole world to see..) the nurse came to put on the drip & prepare me for the op.by then i was getting nervous., restless, scared...you name it..all kind of feelings & thoughts started to come to mind.i never like being in a hospital, let alone getting myself cut opened for what-so-reason at all.thank god my beloved hubby was with me..all the time.before they wheeled me to the op theatre around 4.30 pm, my hubby kissed me & comforted me..saying everything will be ok.. and of coz i kissed his hand & asked for his forgiveness, in case..you know..tears started to flow down my cheeks..i tried to hold them back..i was so terrified..what if something bad happened & i never wake up again?(read:died, of course)

so the journey to the op theatre was like slowly but knowingly heading myself to a death chamber..death is waiting for me..i was like, am i going to die?i dont want to die..im not ready..oh god, please, pleeeeaaassseee have mercy on me..please spare me..let me live..there are so many things i havent done in my life..things which i wish i've done and things i regret and wish i could undo.i prayed all the way. i promised to be good..to do more good deeds..to start a new leaf..etc..(i'm sure you get what i mean-it's a confession time).

they didnt work on me straight away. they made me wait for my turn in the corner..it seemed like forever.. a part of me wanted it to be over with soonest possible, another part of me like to pretend i was not there & it was not happening to me (yeah, in denial..), and another part like to scream out aloud saying. 'this is all a mistake...take me out of here!!' when they finally took me to the op theatre and put me on the op bed/table, i'm already feeling numb, not only becoz it's freezing cold but by then i've already come to terms of my fate..i've come to accept.if i wasnt going to wake up from this one, there's nothing i can do about it..i said my prayers & syahadah..and within seconds the anesthetic hit me, i passed out..

alhamdulillah, praise to Allah Almighty, i came out of it..alive, in one piece..felt like juz a moment ago i was unconscious, now it's all over. i didnt know the time but somehow i know it was already dark. due to the anasthetic, i wasnt really 'conscious' until the next morning, but a few times during the night i could sensed my hubby's presence, sleeping on a very uncomfortable folding chair-turned bed (i know by all the squeaking sounds it made throughout the nite..poor hubby) juz beside my bed..it's more like trying to sleep..with all the noises & disturbance every time the nurse came to check on me. yes, a sleepless night alright.for bearing with all that, my dearest.. i'm grateful.

so guys...last but not least..lesson no 4..whenever you want so do something 'bad', imagine yourself this...you are going to die & you only have minutes to spare..i'm sure you're not going to waste it..you'll put the time in good use like, praying a looooottttt harder instead, not to commit more sins, right?hehe..try it..i know it works for me.every time...

Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa?

For some, (if any)..who are wondering why didnt i write in bahasa in the last few postings despite my english is not that good..well, i know it's still much to be desired, but i only have this to say: my hubby. not that i'll write all the way in English..juz when i feel like it.like they say, practice makes perfect.eversince i joined the service i can feel my English is deteriorating-due to the fact that every communication is done in bahasa..'sigh'.imagine speaking English to everyone in the office..people will start talking, mind you..unless you are a non-bumi.it boggles me everytime..as if, it's expected of them to be using English, not us..as the case of my boss or soon to be ex-boss.i feel compelled to communicate in English with her.if not, i'll feel inadequate, inept..i think it's much to do with self esteem..

aiyohhh...it's always a struggle to keep my line of thoughts in check.i can be easily side-tracked.hmm, yeah, back to my hubby.have i mentioned that my hubby got to know my blog thro sexless in the city? hehe..yeahh, he did. not that i'm trying to hide anything from him..as i recalled, i did mention to him once that i've started a blog but juz fleetingly.and i forgot to tell him the name.one day, he saw hazel's blog in the bookmarks and clicked on it.as hazel has already put my blog in his, of coz...a few clicks & a few pictures of a 'certain character' showing off a newly acquired diamond ring (much to the chagrin of the hubby, if you must know...) later he got to know seri in diamond ring is infact yours truly.

To cut the story short, after reading my postings, he has this to say.."some of the words are aliens to me, maybe not for my age group" heheh..granted, he's more mature (read: old..oppss, sorry yang..hehe..much older than me or my circle of friends..so mostly he didnt get it..especially the bahasa SO2 used..uols, skall, PLU segala & bagai kan..hehhe..bahasa apakah itteww..or the way the words or sentences supposed to be said or pronounced..hanya jauhari yang mengenal manikam uols..hehhe..besides that, he doesnt have that special kind of friends so of coz all the terms are in fact aliens to him..and he so far doesnt blog about 'petty' little things (to him anyway..) like us..mostly he blogs about heavy stuff like politics..yewww..(but i still read all those political blogs especially my other significant half's blog..)

English or Bahasa, baku or slanga...as long as we get the message across to people that matters, i think it's fine by me.it's not like i'm less a malay or malaysian or patriotic if i choose to occasionally speak in other language than Bahasa..unlike some people, who may choose to believe or think otherwise.

16 Oct 2008 - The D-Day Part 1

3 posting in one day..hmmm, this is quite a record for me..considering before it took me days or even weeks between my posting. with all the time i have-but-dont-know-what-to-do now, i wont be surprised if i can even finished writing a 367-pages novel or two..hehe..there are only 2, you said?where's the other one?well, i put a posting specially dedicated to my beloved hubby but he's too shy to let the world read what i wrote for him..hehe..(yeah, right..the world, you wish. it's more like less than 10 people..unless, i start to blog something juicy (read : nasty) about anwar, che det, pak lah, khairi & the rest..not necessarily in that order..i'm sure my blog will attract a million visitors or more like i'll be attracting the 'man in black'-you-know-what-i-mean in a jiffy..so count me out) juz now he asked me to take it out & i did. so, where was i?ah yes, i'm going to blog about the operation.maybe it's not a big deal to some, but to me it is...not in a sense of making a big fuss over it, but maybe i can share the experience & the so called 'revelation' i got from it.

anyway, this is not the first time i undergone an operation & most probably it wont be the last..i pray it was but we'll never know..with all sort of illness, diseases, virus & what not in this modern world that we are facing, we'll never know for sure what lies ahead for us in the future.we can only pray, after we take all the necessary precaution, of course.

yes, back to my story..i was having stomach pain for weeks before i got to know that i have an ovarian cyst.at first i thought it was an appendix.my hubby and i went to SJMC on 16 Oct, very early in the morning.(now it's call Sime Darby Healthcare..hallooo?why the change of name?SJMC is already an established name.are they going to retract later juz like the Sime Darby-turned-Synergy Drive-turned-Sime Darby again..jezzz..) why did i mention it was very early, bear with me..i'll come to that later.

any how, a few test over a few hours later, the doctor informed me it was actually a cyst, already 4.5 inch big and bleeding..of course i was shocked coz 2-3 weeks before, on the 2nd day of Eid, i had an ultra sound & i didnt see anything suspicious. how it got to that size in juz over two weeks (yupp..that what the doctor told me) is beyond me..imagine if i let it be for another few weeks or months..scary meh..so the only option i have is, i have to be admitted & the doctor will perform an emergency operation on the same day.thankfully i'm already fasting that time so no need to wait for another day.

why i said 'very early in the morning' earlier is becoz, it took them almost 6 hours to admit me to the ward.6 long hours, mind you, with the pain & all..so to say i was angry is an understatement..i was furious!understandably i think... in that situation, when the nurses made me wait & lie in the corner for 3 hours, almost forgotten...juz because they are waiting for a room to be ready for me..halllooo..this hospital is supposed to be one of the top private hospitals in this country not some little unknown hospital in Ulu whatever or a government hospital everybody loves to complain..

but when i started to hurl my anger (not intentionally ok..coz usually i'm such a level-headed kinda person..strongly opinionated but nevertheless, level-headed..believe me..ask my hubby, hehe) at them, viola!!!..juz like that, a room was ready for me.in 5 minutes!can you believe that?what if i swallowed my anger & took the shaddy treatment without saying anything?i may have to wait forever...or until hell freezes over..

so, lesson no 1..whenever possible, show them who's the boss, babeh..hehhe..in this case, with the amount those private hospitals are charging us, we are the one who's paying for the huge profits the hospital made, plus the boards' and the doctors' inconceivable salary, plush condos, great wheels, carribean holidays & what not anyway..well, not exactly us, the insurance companies mostly..but, we have every right to exercise our consumer's right, right?..so rule no 1, customer is always right..well, almost..in a way..sorta..so people.. next time, dont juz take pot shot at government agencies' poor delivery system...broaden your perspective, take everyone to task..and like they said, while you are at it, take no prisoners uols..

'House Arrest'

Nope...., not literally.it's not what you think..nothing of the sort..you see, i'm a good, law abiding citizen, so..unless i do something really unlawful & stupid, that will not happen in a zillion years..or until i die..but in a way, it feels that way, sort of.. after almost 10 days staying home doing almost nothing, i'm out of my mind..i'm bored to death..oppss, i take it back.shouldnt say that word after what i've been thro..bored to tears, yes..that's it.

11 days ago, 16 Oct to be exact, i had an operation..(i'll blog about the experience in another topic by itself)..alhamdulillah, i'm getting better & now i'm recuperating at home. hmm..to think i wish i can stay at home, sitting pretty doing absolutely nothing & will be deliriously happy playing full time housewife (minus all the maid's chores of course..hehe) especially when i'm too stressed out about work..(dont we all wish we are too rich to work?heheh) well, i've to think again..maybe if i truly become a lady of leisure in every sense (read: insanely rich), i'll feel differently. that's another wish in another lifetime but now.. in a way, i'm living my wish but unfortunately i'm bound to my couch most of the time (when i'm awake anyway) not that i cant walk, i can..but with my stomach still fresh with the stitches, it's like watching Yetta, (80-something-Fran Fine's grandma) -dragging her feet from the kitchen, across the room to the front door..Fran and her ma have finished with the food, playing cards some more, but poor Yetta still halfway across, if you get what i mean..(well, for the less-informed, it's The Nanny on the Hallmark Channel).

One thing for sure, if you ask me what's on every channel, i'm sure i can get at least 90% right..hehe..day in, day out, my routine-wake up, breakfast, tv, internet, reading, nap, more tv, lunch, more tv, more internet...(repeat the process) until bedtime..ishk, ishkk..sound so pathetic, isnt it?..even my hubby teases me about it a lot.well, what else can i do in this condition?of course, if i can spend the 3 weeks the good doctor has given me to do anything i please, rest assured, i wont be at home more than necessary.you''ll find me at 1 utama, subang parade etc..doing retail therapy & what not..or even in bali relaxing & recuperating as per doctor's order..hehe.

Hmm..right now i really envy you guys..you have all the excitement.. wake up early every morning, rushing to work, beat the traffic jam, face all the problems in the office, play nice (read: kowtow) to the bosses etc..do whatever you guys have to do...assignments, meetings, etc..stressed out, rushing back home, beat the traffic jam..reach home flat tired..while me..watching telly all day & get to be served breafast, lunch & dinner on my couch...hmmm, life's soooo unfair, isnt it?..*wink* i only hope with all the food i've to consume to keep me occupied i wont end up being another elizabeth taylor.

Balik Opis Plak Dah...Arggghh!

First day at work after raya...Ya ampun..teramatlah buhsannyerrrr...Pagi tadi nak bangun pegi keje pun pikir 866 kali nak pegi ke tak..ke nak EL..heheh, biasalah kan..eleh, macam aku sorang je guna konsep tu..yelah, nak pegi amik MC sumer ni aku tak minat unless betul2 sakit & kena pi amik ubat. Tapi mujurlah, kuat jugek ketahanan diri ku ini..so datang jugakla opis. Opis pun ala-ala keje, bukak je tapi macam tak kan..adalah 2,3 kerat kat admin, 4-5 kerat kat HR..bos besaq pun masing2 masih cuti..kecuali my boss ler..tupun half day je ari ni..petang dah ilang, ntah nak urus apa katanya tadi..akupun dah malas nak layan..ko boss kan, sukati ko lah..aku ni sape nak kata tak boleh..sindiri mau ingatlah..

anyway, geng 606 pun tak nampak batang idung masing2..tgh beraya sakan lagi katanyerr...so haruslah intan ku kesepian ari nih. lunch pun tak kuar..bukanlah diet ke haper..alangkan sebulan ramadhan pun tak turun2 jugek berat tu kan, so rentikanlah usaha sia2 tu..malas nak pikir..mana tau lakik ku pun suka gebu gebas cam lakik org tu..ekeke..

hmm, nak citer aper ye balik kg raya tu ari? selain dari rabak poket tu rasanya raya cam gitu2 je..yelah,mmgla best dpt kumpul reramai sekali-sekala camtu tapi ntah apa la nasib badan tak sihatla plak. dokter kata appendix plak..ntahla ye ke tak..balik kl nanti kena thorough checkuplah.so walaupun cuti 5 ari, tak de la enjoy sgt..orang datang beraya pun kita terperap sakit kat dalam bilik, syok aper namanya tu..

Masa aku balik kampung tu ari, traffic quite heavy tapi takla sampai jam ke haper..so dlm 2 jam jugekla aku sampai kg kat Perak. balik ke sini semalam dari Johor, mak oiii...crawling dari senawang.nasib baik lakikku tepon kawan dia tanya.katanya sampai ke sg.besi.so kununnya nak elak jam, kuarlah ikut PD amik jalan biasa ke KLIA..pun jam jugekk..dekat 5 jam baru sampai umah. Pergghhh...azab skal.

Akupun tak paham lah kan..ke tak terjangkau dek akal ku tu tak taulah..kita ni guna hiway, bukan free, bayau toll mahal2 tapi stuck kat jam for hours...kita guna hiway, mstlah sbb nak cepat sampai drpd guna jalan biasa.PLUS ke hapa bleh buat bodoh je..asal masyyuukk. kalau tak cukup 2-3 lane, tambahlah 18 lane ke hape, janji jgn susahkan pengguna kan..tak pun,haa, bagi rebate ke diskaun ke kalau stuck dalam jam..buatlah calculation sket..contohnya kalau normal trafik dari ipoh ke kl brp jam..plus la berenti rehat sumer..katalah max 4 jam..masa musim perayaan plak jam giler sampai 8 jam ke baru sampai..bagilah diskaun kesusahan ke hapa..kang adalah tanya plak camne kalau ada yg saje2 berenti lammaaaaa sbb nak dpt diskaun tu..ala, bleh check apa jalan clear ke tak..lagipun ni cadangan bodoh aku aje..lu pikirlah sendiri kaedahnye..kalau sampai ke situ aku nak pikir baik lantik je aku uruskan bab2 jalan tol nih.

Salam Aidilfitri...

Well..this is it.. I'm off to my hometown for raya celebration..AS IF!!..the so called 'celebration' is not really a festive occasion that warrants a joyful mood to me..any how, that's another topic for another day..

Selamat Hari Raya..Maaf Zahir Batin especially to Geng 606..