Another sleepless night

05.47 a.m.

Laptop was shut at 9 p.m. and now being used again.

Oh, great! I'm still wide awake. I am getting concern now, it's been few nights in a row I couldn't sleep at night. Lucky me, I am working in the afternoon, at least I could catch one or two hours resting in the afternoon.

I've long stopped drinking coffee. I don't take anything with caffeine, not since I started my healthy diet. But why, why can't I sleep? Why, why, why?

*Sigh* I guess I have to pay my doctor a visit again. Argh, just my luck...more money will spread their wings and say goodbye to my purse. Maybe this time it's worth to seek a second opinion because last time my doctor said it was probably an insomnia (which I think is possible), so he referred me to the neurology department. Guess what, it freaked the hell out of me!! I couldn't sleep at night like my father and his father...and for that, I got referred to the psychiatrist? No, thanks. Although, I know the doctor meant well, he said only psychiatrists can prescribe sleeping pills..so he thought it's better for me to have a session with the expert. But again, it really freaked me out, so, no thanks. I'll figure something else.

I better get off this computer and try to sleep again. I have to reach the learning centre before 8.30 a.m, otherwise the boss will get very bossy and noisy again.

Now I wish I didn't take their offer. I realised now my Sunday means a lot to me, it should be a sleep in day like always, not giving private lesson to a bunch of not-so-nice-thing-to-say-here who refuse to speak any other language but their mother tongue. Oh goodness me...see?! I think I just whined. I definitely don't like it being tired and sleepless like this. Arghh!

Penyakit kah ni ah?

Adoi...pukul 4 pagi sudah rupanya, kenapa tak boleh tidur ni. Tsk!

Kenapa bah enda buli tidur ni. Kerja lagi bisuk. Tiap malam macam ni, matilah sa. Hari-hari macam zombie pi kerja. Budak-budak pun takut kali tingu eyebags sa. Belum campur lagi jerawat-jerawat pengkhianat yang mula sudah tumbuh melata di dagu sama pipi. Tsk!

Apa lagi yang sa enda buat? Minum cell food sudah, minum air suam sudah, kira kambing pun sudah. Sampai beribu-ribu lagi. Tu munyit kegeruk sudah sana sebelah, sa lagi ni yang enda dapat tidur. Kalau datang lagi enda buli tidur sa macam dulu, aduuu...susahlah sa. Sa enda mau berurusan sama doktor pasal hal ni lagi. Not for the 3rd time.

Kah, ni barang memang run in the family? Penyakit kah ni ah? Dulu sa enda kisah langsung bila sa notice aki sa masih duduk tepi dompuran tiap-tiap kali sa bangun pi tandas, enda kira lah pukul berapa pun waktu malam. Sa anggap itu memang tabiat orang yang sudah tua. Sa enda heran juga bila sa tebangun tengah malam atau subuh-subuh, bapa sa masih lagi layan TV. Kadang-kadang sa tebangun batuk-batuk tengah malam pasal bapa sa masak lada putih or langkangon, penuh bau dia satu rumah. Sa ingat dia memang sengaja pasal dia tu kaki gusti, tau ja lah astro, 24 jam ada siaran. Tapi bila sa pikir-pikir balik, mengkali ni keturunan, tau. Sa teingat ada satu kali tengah-tengah malam, bapa sa pernah kasi bangun adik-adik lelaki sa, bawa pi magasu. Dia bilang dia enda dapat tidur. Tepikir pula sa, mungkin aki sa sama bapa sa bukan saja-saja sengaja bejaga malam, mangkali diorang memang enda dapat tidur malam, just like me.

Kalau betul lah, aduuu...macam mana lah ni ah. Durang enda apa lah, durang lelaki. Mata hitam macam panda pun enda peduli, orang tidak judge. Tapi sa ni perempuan. Sudahlah sa sekarang lebih besar dari tong minyak (thanks to the clomaid dan semua pil-pil hormon yang sa terpaksa talan), matilah sa kalau muka pun jadi macam panda yang bejerawat. Panda bagus lagi, kurang-kurang pun, putih juga bahagian lain muka diorang. Saya? Huh. Memang betul-betul menurunkan level self-esteem. Sa enda mo pikir buruk pasal laki sa, sa kenal luar dan dalam dia, dia tidak akan judge sa or love me less kerana my fizikal changed. Cuma kadang-kadang tu bila sa keluar sama dia, ada juga rasa paranoid bila perempuan-perempuan muda yang kaki diorang panjang-panjang, lurus, pakai skirt pendek-pendek pula tu, jeling-jeling manja sama laki sa. Kalau sa ada, mestilah bah laki sa buat-buat enda nampak tapi sa tau dia nampak juga. Buhunglah kalau sa cakap sa enda rasa tergugat. Dulu enda berapa, masa berat sa belum cecah 65 kg. Buli lagi sa pakai dress lawa-lawa, ketat-ketat, kasi tunjuk sikit aset. Sekarang apa lagi sa boleh bangga, pakai baju ketat, tebonjol semua lemak-lemak. Pakai baju longgar pula, nampak macam bunting 4 bulan. Kalau muka pun jadi macam panda, ampunnnnnnnnn....bagus sa bekurung ja dalam rumah sampai sa pulih dari semua ini. Arghhh!! Tension!!Tension!!!!

Bagus sa try lagi kira kambing. Mana tau nikali ada kambing yang mo tulung sa jatuh tidur. Sa enda mau ambil cuti sakit esok gara-gara enda dapat tidur.

Nothing justify the act of cheating

Went to the wet market to get some fresh food for the Jazzy. It was quiet down there. Lot of stalls were still not open. Maybe the stall operators are still having CNY fever, they rather stay at home and chill out. Lucky my regular chicken stall was open, they know exactly what I need and since I am regular, they give me special price for chicken carcass at all times. The lau ban was not around today, his staffs ran the stall.

I discovered their dirty trick today. I stood in front of the stall, waiting for the staff to get my frozen chicken carcass from their freezer at the back. It was about quarter to one in the afternoon, they were about to pack everything into their big freezer and go back. I noticed they weight the chicken before they packed it individually. Nothing wrong with that but what disturbed me is that they actually looked at the scale and then put water into the chicken's pack until the needle moved to the round figure. Cheating! That's cheating!

What happen is, the chickens are going to individual plastic bags and then get frozen in the freezer. The next day, they'll just take it out and put it on the weight scale and charge their customers based on the weight displayed. Of course the customer won't suspect anything because they don't notice the 'added element' in their chicken. The water has already turned into ice, frozen together with the chicken.

Ya, maybe they say why fuss, it's not that much, 70-80g per pack, it's only a little. Hm, still, it doesn't justify the cheating, does it? No matter big or small, cheating is cheating. Man..cheating is a sin. You can't do that, it's a bad, bad karma.

So, my two cents, if you go to Pasar Awam Taman Perling to buy chicken, make sure you buy the fresh or defrosted ones.

Next time I come there again, I'll talk to the owner and tell him I'm not happy with the way they run the business. If I have to, I'll say if he doesn't stop it, he will be doomed and the 'water money' he steals from his customers will turn into poison in his daily food. And if he doesn't welcome me to his stall anymore, well, I can always drive to Hans Market and get my supply from there.

I did say 'Hey, that's cheating' to his staffs but they didn't even feel shy or make their dirty action look not so obvious. I know they heard me though, because they did say 'sah poh' to me. Hello? I know, you know, that I'm not Chinese but I know what is a 'sah poh'. And I'm not. I was just saying the truth, THEY ARE CHEATING.