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asslamualaikum dear Tas,
this is xxxx. using my home email address.
lama dah tak bercerita. today i tak keja. cuti sendiri. i don't know why. just that when i woke up this morning, something urge me to stay at home... *evil grins*
how are you lately? I hope that you're ok.
emm.. i don't know what to story with u today...
i nak masak ikan pari asam pedas today. do u like asam pedas? ... frankly speaking, i don't really know how to cook. but during my stay in japan makes me good at cooking and needlework. i really missed my leisure time over there. i don't have to think anything out there, just making breakfast, lunch and dinner, watch tv as much as u like, go cycling at the nearer park, and visited my friends. Usually i went to their house by densha, alone. and there, we chat and eat and sometimes my friends will teach me a few handy craft. that's why i like being there. now... i really missed that kind of life... :)
and tas, may be i'm quiting my job. because i love being at home, eventhough i am staying with my mother in law.... *hard task leaving in laws' house*. so, if i'm not using my xxxxxxxxx@xxx.xxx.my anymore, it means i don't work there anymore and no chances of seeing u in the canteen ..:P
so tas, i really appreciate our friendship. thanks again for being my friend.
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Waalaikum salam
You know Xxxx, today I'm supposed to go to Gurun, Kedah for an official
visit but I don't feel like going. I have been to the place once and I
think that was enough. Furthermore if I go I would be back by Thursday
and I need to prepare something for next week.
You know at my age and level, the mood to work has diminished so much
especially at TNB. One of the problems is that the work place is
sometimes so hostile to you. You come to work just to wait for 5
o'clock to get home. If you look at the Japanese system, most people
love their work place. Of course it is too extreme to be like them but
at least we must find a way so that office staff feel like in a family.
There must be something that makes them look forward to go to the
office.
You sound so serious in quitting from your job. I hope you have given a
deep thought at it. You must have a lot of reasons in deciding it.
Anyway, I pray that everything will end up well for you.
Bye Xxxx
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Gurun... hehehe it sounds so dull and boring... and it is a long journey, i guess. i never been there. why don't u like it there? and if u go outstations, will ur wife come along?...just asking... its quite bored whenever travelling far away, alone. you know, i have travel back to the south driving alone and its really scary at first. its nothing more... just wanted to show off my father that i am not afraid doing 'big' things alone.... *that time my hubby gone outstations*
u know, in my young at age... my father taught me to be a good woman. he forbid me to do that, to do this, don't go there, don't go here.... its like living in a gold cage. and that's why i decide to get married at early age. i wasn't like any teenagers around me and i live unsocial. but to my surprised, i do have a bunch of boyfriends... we don't go out, just write letters and calls... but don't let my father answer the phone.... he'll killed me!... hehhehe... so much then, i got a job... tnb post in pasir gudang... oh well, he doesn't trust me to live alone or sharing with other friends... then i stayed at my aunt house at johor bahru. u know... its kind of hard to get a bus from the house. i have to walk to themain road for about 20 minutes, and then get the bus to town, and then changed the bus to PG. it was really exhausted. my father never asked about my hardness living there. and my aunt... seems ... well, the house is too small for us to live... so then i managed to moved to PG. but still, i have to stay at a so-called-relatives house... it was a nightmare to live there.. even worst .... so i asked my father to be consider for me living at my own will. and at last, i managed.... anyway, u know... he already asked that so-called-relatives to look after behind me.... so there it was.... when i went out with a friend, he took the picture of the car and us... i knew all of this stuff just after i got married, my mom told me.... frankly speaking, i did nothing wrong or terrible things to ruined mt own life... i wonder y he doesn't trust me.
this burden of my past, makes me realize that parents can't simply
Mawi.... 2 hari lepas dalam paper cerita dia. Memang cerita pasal Mawi tak lekang dek kertas akhbar harian . Mungkin ada yang cemburu , manakan tidak... cakap saja kat reporter nak plate number begini, begitu... terus dapat dari peminat.... pompuan lak tu..... hmmmm.... jeles gak aku ek. Tapi resseki Allah bagi pada masing-masing. Begitulah bahagiannya. Tak pelah.... aku dah dapat plate number idaman aku... MAS 5..... Peminat fanatik aku yang belikan siap ngan keta Waja lagi... tapi skang Waja dah jadi Sorento... ahaks!... lagi bes peminat tu pemurah betul... sapa lagi kalau bukan hubby aku. 
