The body is aching due to the fact that I haven't been sitting up straight. But anyways, I noticed that my appetite for food is uncontrollable these days. To support that, I did not have lunch, but an afternoon feast with Masami and Noel somewhere in Brickfields. I forgot the name of the restaurant but it is a great place for some good Indian food, says Noel. We gambled our ways since neither of us had any assignment that required us to travel and thus we took the chance and made our escape in search for some good food.
Pakcik Kaki Karot was great at hospitality (even though we weren't at his house). He made sure that we tried almost all the food that he thought was great, given that he had visited the restaurant many times. I remember gobbling down mutton, prawns and chicken with rice flooded with fish curry, not forgetting downing a glass of cool mango lassi. I swear Noel nak kena pukul for bringing us there. I wasn't even halfway through my meal when I felt stuffed but the spices really got me going (for someone who loves spicy food, I couldn't stop). Dan Masami sangat comel sbb dia kata pedas sambil minum air dgn byk. Mesti dia berak bau curry dkt toilet office.
Which leads to a story where Masami and I went to a spa at the Gardens a few months ago. It was one of the oddest experience I have ever had, given that I was massaged like a roti canai. At first I thought I was running low on luck for being massaged by someone who treated me like a piece of roti canai dough. Later, after both of us were done, Masami had mentioned the same thing. Both of us felt like we were being treated like a piece of roti canai. Thus, we swore to never return.
However, the person who catered me was a nice person indeed. She told stories of her background and why she came all the way from Nepal (or India). Food was not enough at home, mom was sick and dad had left, but the pay in our country is dreadfully little. It made me sad listening to her sappy tales and grateful to God at the same time as I have been blessed with a beautiful family, enough food and a great life. Contrary, the person who massaged Masami claimed that she hates her job.
As opposed to the majority working people, I actually am in love with my job. I love how happy I am at work, how distressing it is being in the office and how wonderful the feeling is just to be able to feel happy about… I don’t know what. I'm just happy. :). At times I do feel stressed out but that's only normal. It’s only natural for me to compare the state of emotion and mind when I move to certain places. I noticed that I am happier when I am in the office. It's weird, who likes being in the office, anyway?
Malay Mail offers me something that can't be traded, I can't explain. I wasn’t exactly at my best when I first became an intern for the company last year. But as days passed by, I slowly smile even more and it got to a point where I don’t smile anymore - I now laugh. Allah has been so kind to me for blessing me with the happiness that I am indeed feeling. :). But who wants to sleep in the office lah?
On the way home, mmg dah kronik dah dua2 ekor kenyang sangat sampai tahan kentut. Suddenly my left boob sakit. In confusion, I asked my sister, “Aduh, sakit tetek. Mungkinkah angin blh naik ke tetek sbb tahan kentut?”
And she thought I was a douche. Dia pun sama tahan kentut!
I had a fantastic night. Not that anything happened (with all the kentut incident), just that gaji masuk so I finally am able to give some money to the parents, it makes me happy.
Regards,
Nadirah H. Rodzi
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