Facebook = Dajjal

I once had a discussion with Desert Rose berkenaan peranan Facebook in our lives. And at the end we agreed that kemungkinan bear dajjal itu adalah Facebook. Sesungguhnya banyak lah sudah pergaduhan yang bermula kerana Facebook and me myself, dah mula berani menyindir orang ini di dalam Facebook jua sebab aku dah tak tahan nengok her postings yang sungguh hipokrit itu.

Mak aku tanya why am I so bothered ?

Well probably because dalam Facebook she kept saying Alhamdullilah kerana membuat sesuatu perkerjaan ini, contohnya menolong orang buta melintas jalan. Tetapi to me, dia memaki hamun habis-habisan si buta itu tadi kerana telah menyusahkan dia yang dipaksa rela membantunya melintas jalan.

Ada paham ? Capisce ?

So hari ni, perempuan ini today refused to do something that she was asked to do. She then delegated the job to us. Today is a very busy day. Selain daripada mengangkut anak-anak plus the sedara version to classes, we had to hantar my car for its 10K km service, hantar bibik pi Fomema plus sourcing for clarinets for my children yang beria nak add another instrument plus bawak Kamil's mom to buy lunch. All must be completed by lunchtime.

Oleh itu bila kami diarah untuk membuat perkara ini, kami sah-sah lah terpinga-pinga macamana nak selitkan dengan our other duties with only 1 car available.

Sedangkan she who doesn't work was asked to do benda ni semalam lagi.

Alasannya memang ada, tetapi agak kurang munasabah dan nampak nar menipu sebab instead of doing what she said she had to do, dalam Facebook dia telah tulih dia sedang bersenang-senang makan. Aku bukannya marah dia makan. Sila lah makan. Tapi janganlah paksa kami take this extra load untuk kau senang-lenang makan.

Lagi menaik kan angin was we found out that the thing she had to do but memaksa kami buat untuk dia ni only take 5 minutes to complete. We didn't know earlier because we had never done it. To add salt to the wound, not only it takes 5 minutes to do, it was so easy it could be done while you are on the john, apatah lagi ketika sedang makan atau cerita tipunya tadi was ... well ... adalah... malas nak citer apakah alasan yang dia bagi tadi sebab sah-sah tipukan ?

So .... sebenarnya kalau kita nak tipu, pasti kan dalam Facebook pun kita tipu jugak. Keep the stories straight gitu. Karang kantoi lah bangang ! Haaa..... dah geram sangat dah ni.

Macam one of Kamil's staff. Dia kata dia demam so tak leh datang kerja. Tapi dalam Facebook tulih dia tengah kat Genting. Langsung tak gel dengan citer demamnya.

So berbalik kepada mukadimah aku di atas tadi, sebab ko tak pandai nak konar dalam Facebook, I hate you even more, hokey ?

Kalau ini lah karangan SPM aku, mesti tak pass sebab terkeluar tajuk. Aku tak leh nak relate balik kenapa Facebook ni dajjal sebenarnya. Kuang x 3.

Seriously, I am struggling for words. My memory is failing me. Help !

Hullo again

So after an extremely long hiatus I am back. I had wanted to return but time was just not permitting. Work has been super duper crazy. I am sighing because it is Monday tomorrow. What a bummer.

Kamil and I had... well, our naughty short break last Friday. We didn't go far. KL aje. He however splashed on the hotel and it was super nice. We walked to dinner, he drew me a hot bath (I only do scalding, if you must know), we walked in the rain, we had a long, leisurely breakfast... and I slept. Yup, that was what I did and he is resenting me right now. I had to take a half day off on Friday for this break and for me to afford this precious half day off I had to sleep beyond midnight for 3 freaking days to finish off my work. Mind boggling, ain't it ? So when we got there, I just had to snooze.

Hehhehe.... 

But it was nice all the same, you know when I was awake. But then again when I was awake, Kamil was missing the kids. The nice dinner we had ?? He felt guilty the kids were not there to enjoy it. He kept saying how the kids would love it. The breakfast we had ?? The spread was too freaking impressive and he felt bad the kids weren't there to gasp and marvel at it. He ket identifying food that each of his kids would choose and what they would say.... Guess what, we are going to the same hotel next weekend for breakfast just so he could see his kids' faces when they see the food selection.

We plan to go to the beach next year for our naughty weekend, Bali or Phuket maybe but am not sure if it will be just the 2 of us. Or even if it is advisable. He would be pining for his kids, for sure. Itu le, that is why married couple have their honeymoon before ada anak. Macam kita orang yang trying to make up for our honeymoon by having several masa dah ada anak just doesn't cut it. 

Other than that, life is okay. We had the Walk of Hope. We went to loads of weddings. We .... ermmm.....went to work. Kamil went to play badminton while I melangut tengok people being murdered on the telly. Kalau lah dia nak bawak aku main badminton sekali... kalau lah...

We ... well... apparently nothing special or exciting happened. It was just our normal, humdrum life. So maybe I didn't write because there is nothing to write about !

Sigh.

Well maybe I should be thankful for my normal, humdrum-y life, yeah ?

Anyway, it is already at the end of the year. Lagi berapa bulan I had to add another number to my age. Even though my birthday is in the middle of the year, but technically you had to add that 1 at the stroke of midnight 1 January every single year. I feel old. My kids are getting bigger. 

Hmmm......

Dah lama tak Mai sini

Wow... Dah lama jugak aku tak singgah sini. So many things happened, both that can be shared and those that can't.

We went to see a lot of movies. Basically almost all, except for Too Fast Too Furious. We just didn't have the time.

I had my birthday. I m still 31 like I have been for so many years. Kamil's birthday is today. It is so hard to find him a present because he never wants anything. Well except for a big bike which is way beyond what I make.

So what I did was ordered cakes from his favorite bakery i.e. my colleague (she really should stop working and concentrate on making people happy with her marvelous confections) and planned with his most trusted staff to throw a surprise birthday sing-song and cake eating at the office. I will refrain from calling it a party due to its lack of any other party-ish activities. I really should be more creative. I think I have been secretly colluding with his staffs to celebrate his birthday for many, many years now. I don't think he is surprised anymore....

Hmmm.... what shall I do next year ? Hmmm....

M knackerred, y'all so I will sambung later, yeah .

Semalam

I am so tired today. Actually I am tired all the time. I feel sluggish and unmotivated. I feel so burdened with things sometimes. Nak kata meroyan... my last baby is almost 10 so... it is probably age.

Semalam pagi-pagi lagi kami bersiap to go to the Curve and then lunch at IKEA. Dah lama dah tak makan the meatballs. We arrived there at 10am and was greeted with a very long queue. They weren't even serving the lunch menu yet ! What time did these people get here ?

We haven't had breakfast yet so while the kids waited (and guarded) at a table, we went down to get curry puffs and mineral water to tide us in until lunch, served at 11.30. By 11.25 the line got longer so we gave up. Went to Debenhams, the real reason we ventured there in the first place and then hot dogs for lunch.

Anyway, there were bouncy castles there and Adik jumped with joy at the prospect of it. Aku benda macam tu malas nak decide takut kena pangkah jugak akhirnya dengan Kamil so she turned her begging to Kamil. She clasped her hands together, made her eye bigger and said, "Please, please, please..." and Babah relented.

She whooped with happiness and Abang remarked, "Bila Adik buat macam tu, Babah selalu kalah...."

Excuse me ?

I asked him what he meant and Abang said, "Well... bila dia buat macam tu (here he clasped his hands together) Babah selalu give in ..." and he smiled ruefully.

You want to have a go at the bouncy castle ? I asked and he recoiled in horror and said , "NO !" I don't know which part I felt the saddest most for. At the possibility of him implying that Babah favours his sister or that he doesn't want to play on a bouncy castle anymore.

Dia dah pandai lock himself in the room. He could be there for hours at end, I have no idea what he was doing. He doesn't really watch cartoons anymore and the saddest part is never requests to be tucked in anymore. Usually he would just give me a peck on the cheek and forehead before he goes to bed and that was it. I guess I am lucky that I still get those, I suppose.

Once I was already asleep while watching the telly with him in my room. I was woken up when I felt him kissing me on the forehead with the softest goodnight, mummy uttered. He didn't switch-off the telly but he did lower the volume down, just the way I like it.

Sigh... I need a new play-thing... a baby....

Anyway last night my siblings gathered at my home to watch a horror movie, Mama. The aircond in the telly-room dah rosak, so is the one in my room and so Kamil bawak the telly from the kitchen and set it up with the player in the living room. I brought down loads of pillows and blankets and we had a very nice and cosy time.

Bila adik-adik aku dah balik, macam malas pulak nak naik atas, so we crashed there.

Nice.

Hotel....

So... I know I said I wanted to upload my picture ... however.... I have second thoughts. Segan pulak tetiba... hahahhaha.

Anyway, we had our teambuilding at Ancasa Hotel or Apartment in PD. We hired a consultant to teambuild us and they were great. Not so great is the hotel.

It was dirty. The toilets in the apartment were dirty. The walls were cringe-worthy and the glasses they put in the bathroom for our toothbrush were filthy. It was caked with white substance that I care not investigate its origin or nature.

The toilet in the common area was soooo dirty I almost fainted. Seriously.

Sometimes we had food outside, in the one and the lalats ate with us too. The glasses were filthy therefore I hardly ate just in case everything else was dirty.

But... whatever I did partake was delicious. That was their saving grace. The food was good. I survived on delicious, soft buttery croissants in the morning and whatever that doesn't look menacing the rest of the time.

Oh. Some of the staffs deserved my slaps. On our second night, my staff and I decided to just have a chit-chat in our room instead of joining the slumber party going on in another room. We talked into the night and suddenly around midnight there was a knock on our door. I thought it was our other housemates coming in so I cheerily invited them in.

We got the shock of our lives when the door threw open and a guy in blue coveralls came in. He just walked in without saying anything. D and I were too flabbergasted to say anything. "Kata ada air-cond rosak ?" he asked. Although with that I could really bury the fear that that will be my last night on earth, but we were still too damn rooted on the sofa to do anything especially considering our exposed aurats !

Ya Rabbi.

I stood up and told him no... we are okay with our air-conds. He looked at me, went inside our rooms and came out again. Dalam ketakutan tu, I still recognised that he is the maintenance guy, and so experience kicked-in and I immediately complained about the lights in our bedroom which failed to lit up.

And he brushed it off with "Ah... lampu..." and promptly left.

He was in and out of our apartment in 2 minutes top but he managed to stupefy, scare and miff us in that very, very short time.

So there.

Unmentionables yang melayang di tiup angin.....

So I went to my team building do. And I had Anne of Green Gables / Little House on the Prairie going on for our dinner. Well more of that after I get the pics, yeah ? I will also talk at length about the hotel that we stayed in. More on how horrifying it was, really.

Anyway on our last night there, we were pelted by heavy rain. My roommate and I didn’t realize it all for some reason so when we went down for breakfast, we were shocked to see an unmentionable lying on the floor for all and sundry to see.

“Laa… sapa punya yang tercicir ni ?” Hehheheh…. And as we moved on, I saw a single sock all wet and a few other items of clothing strewn about. So the wind must have been really great that night.

I of course suddenly remembered something that happened in the past…….

Dulu-dulu for some reason we were always going to Terengganu and whenever there we will definitely stay at Tanjong Jara. Now… we love going there because of all the chalets are so luxurious and so very different from the normal hotel concept. We love the beach, we love the pool and we love the food. We were forever ordering fish and chips whenever we went swimming.

During one trip yeah when I was 8 I think, instead of a normal one-piece swimsuit, I was given a 2-piece one. My first one ! I was soooo besotted with it for some reason and was always putting it on, underneath my clothing. Come to think of it, I had always loved wearing swimsuits under my clothes. Once I even went to a shopping complex with my friends, who all had a swimsuit on, before we actually went to a pool. It was thrilling, for some reason….. like there is a secret that we were harbouring. Bangang kan ?

Anyway I remember this 2-piece had a brown and red batik motif. Or maybe paisley. My father would always laugh when I put it on and I felt so proud whenever I jumped in the pool in it. Probably because I know I could not get away with it now kot, bila dah besar-besar, so I was savouring every moment I had with it… I was such a clever girl…

Hehehhehe…..

Moving on…. After every swim, I would carefully hang it on the balcony railing to dry and one day, one fateful morning really when I went to get my swim suit I couldn’t find the top. Jenuh aku dok terkinja-kinja jenguk from the balcony just in case it fell to the grass but tak ada. I remember my brother lowering me down to the ground and I checked underneath the chalet and still it was not there.

I remember going around the chalet to the front door feeling so dejected and sad and disappointed, wondering what happened to it. My mom was kind enough to help me look around the room, just in case I didn’t hang it outside but pun tak ada.

Ohh… rasa sedih pulak sekarang. I still could remember that incident.

SO what to do ? I can’t swim without a proper costume so I didn’t at all until we went out to town and was bought a new one… yang I could assume mesti tak cantik because I could not remember it at all.

My dad said it could have been stolen because it was so pretty. Hehehhehe… ye lah tu. A more logical explanation after looking at the clothing yang tercicir kelmarin would be, it must have been blown away by the wind….

Sad…..

Still tak kena jugak....

So I found my apron at Lovely Lace. Sangat tak cantik. Well cantiklah kalau nak masak. But for a Dutch lady to go on dates with a Dutch fella, not so. I am tempted to go with plan B i.e. cut a section of a scallopy lace curtains, however there is the Kamil factor to deal with. Semalam masa pegi Lovely Lace Kelana Jaya pun dah tension, lagi lah kalau aku ajak pegi KK Mart malam ni. Sure cuka punya. However... Hmmm... I think tonight is his badminton night... so maybe I could go back to KK Mart....

Anyway apart from the thematic dinner, we were put in groups with arahan to do a role-play. I hate this. Seriously. Lepas tu funnily enough the role-play is a bit funny role-play where we have to do a sketch and has nothing to do with role-playing. More berlakon kind of thing. I was expecting us to each take a character in the office and make a presentation of him/her but not in this case.

So mulalah kami dok kerah kepala nak buat script lah hapa lah. Sapa lah punya idea ni. Must be the event organizer. Really takes the fun out of things.

Belum habis lagi tu. We each have to prepare a present to be exchanged. That is okay so semalam dekat Lovely Lace tu jugak I bought something… a nice candle. Dah bayar berbagai barulah teringat, there are men in my team and I am sure they wouldn’t like the candle.

Sigh….

Kamil hari tu dah cakap dah, beli aje Ferrero Rocher. But aku lupa nak ajak dia pegi Giant. So malam ni lah aku kena pegi beli Ferrero Rocher, cellophane tape (rumah aku tak tahan benda ni… Adik loves it and seriously aku tak tahu apa yang dia tape….), torch light, more socks. Nak tak nak I have to do so tonight... Sebab Kamil memang main badminton malam ni. At least I will be spared his evil looks.....
 

On top of that, if I am not mistaken hotel yang kita orang akan duduk ni got ghost one. The name is soo familiar and walaupun I couldn’t positively remember the name of the hotel yang got ghost one tu, I remember how the front of the hotel looks like. So jenuh aku dok google tapi website langsung tak tunjuk gambar depan and I couldn’t find the ghost story anywhere.

Tawakal ajelah. Tidur pun ada kawan so okay lah kan ?

Kan ?

Kan ?

Errr…..

My quest to become a milkmaid

My quest for a traditional costume that is not mine (hahahha… I have to stress that) continues. I was advised that KK Mart has nice, frilly aprons so I duly went. You know for my Dutch /Portuguese lady costume ? Not 5 minutes there I started to get dizzy. “Adik, I am soooo wozzy….”

My daughter answered, “Okay… why don’t you sit down while I go over there to look at stuffs…”  and promptly left me there amidst of all manner and colour of roses there are, printed and painted on every available space and cloth. I could hear my daughter ooh-aah-ing while I felt like spinning around the millions and billions of roses around me. I think that was my trigger, the endless roses on display.

Unfortunately they do not have any aprons in stock. Singgah Lovely Lace and they too informed me that they have sold off their last frilly apron.

Okay… is everybody in Malaysia going around as milkmaids ?

In desperation, I called up Living Quarters and asked if they have any aprons in store.

Ada kak.

Warna apa tu, dik ?

Ermmm… macam-macam ada kak.

Ada tak yang ada ropol-ropol, ada lace.. ?

I could hear him swallow. I then interrupted his very long errmmm… with “Takpe lah dik.. Malam kang akak datang..”

But I didn’t because Kamil had to work late. I could I go on my own definitely but to go to places like that, I prefer to be chauffeured. I hate going round and round and round looking for parking space. Loathe it. Aku rasa kalau susah sangat, aku beli aje one scalloped lace curtains kat KK Mart tu, cut a scallop (heheheh), thread a white ribbon where curtain rails should have gone and jadi lah apron. Frilly and lacey…. Cuma dare I visit KK Mart again and risk another spell of wozziness ?

We had dinner at Shah Alam Mall last night just in case Reject Shop has something, but of course nada. While having dinner, I told Kamil of how bad Abang smelt when I picked him from school yesterday. It was bad. The pong ! Oh my, his own Mom (that is me) pun terpaksa turunkan tingkap sebab kenot tahan.

Abang was duly embarrassed and then he said he wants to keep a can of spray on deodorant in his locker, for cases such as this. Heheh..

However who would have thought that even a small thing like that kena pangkah dengan Babahnya yang over and beyond protective. He said, “Tak payah lah, Abang. You are very careless. Karang tersalah aim and spray kat mata susah…”

After all these years and after many, many examples of his protectiveness, I still have the audacity to be shocked. How dare me.

Abang argued that he had never liked the roll-on ones and blamed it for making him smellier than he actually is. HEHHEHEHEH…. Because…. When he applied it to his armpit, it is a smelly armpit so…. the smelliness of that armpit melekat on the rolling ball. Thus, when he applied it again the next day, the smelly armpit smell yang dah melekat from yesterday’s application is re-applied to his already smelly armpit and that is why he is smellier than he original is.

Paham ?

HEHEHEHHEHE…. He made sense.

My weekend

Yesterday my cousin who has been living with us packed his stuffs and moved out. He got a job near his kampung halaman. Kamil and I are quite sad because we like having him around. Admittedly he is always in his room but at least  he is around.

We went to makan nasi kenduri for lunch. My grandma's cousin kawinkan cucu. Took my mom with us and jumpa my grandma and my maksu there. The wedding was as usual with the usual food.  But what made it different from the rest was the band they hired to sing. My oh my were they good. There were 5 of them, 1 with a double bass, 2 with guitars, 1 saxophonist and the other guy... well, I have forgotten what he did. They were superb, seriously. We and the rest of the guests were enjoying them, clapping hands and all, something you don't see during a wedding. At one point I told Kamil, why don't we just take a spin on the floor because the music was soooo right.

Anyway, I was forcing Kamil to go and get their card but he totally refused. Finally, mak aku yang pegi ambik as we were saying goodbye to the host, very near to where they were stationed. Lepas tu ada ke, mak aku pi bagi kad depa tang tu jugak where they could see !! MALU !!!! I don't know why it is malu, tapi it was nonetheless.

We figured out the quickest way we could hire them... is for Abang's khatam Quran. Nobody is getting married dalam masa terdekat ni, and that is the only kenduri I could think of. I don't know what my guests would say about that though....

Waktu malam pulak, I forced Kamil to take me to MidValley. I hardly ever venture out there on account of its mass visitors and to me, there is just nowhere to eat there. Balik-balik tempat yang sama, seperti yang ada di setiap shopping complex kat Malaya ni. Their only saving grace is DeliFrance yang sejak akhir-akhir ni punyalah susah nak cari.

Anyway atas sebab-sebab I have a dinner to attend, a dinner with a theme pulak tu, which is traditional costume that is not your own, I just have to go. I remember there is small shop that sells cheongsam (all of them are short sleeved. Yang ada long sleeved pun is a shirt-like cheongsam, minus its bottom. So I have no idea whether it will be authentic enough. Furthermore, I do not want to shell out RM200 for something that I will wear only once.) and I know Metrojaya has a tenant that sells something similar (dah tak dak).

At the end, Kamil persuaded me to go as a country Englishwoman. In his head, such person wears floral long skirt and carries a basket of flowers. Oh don’t forget the floppy hat. Bought the skirt and the shirt but couldn’t find the floppy hat. I wasn’t that convinced because it is not really traditional, isn’t it. What we wear every day is their traditional costume dak ?

I have thought of going as a Portuguese lady and I know they wear long skirts with white shirts and an apron. I am okay in that department cuma I do not have the red bolero/vest to go with it. A friend suggested a Dutch Lady whose costume is almost the same, except they have this white, lacy hat on top, which I have no idea where to get. Susah jugak. Lantaklah, I will find a nice apron and tie the damn thing to my waist and that is it.

Why can’t we just stick to the initially agreed pajama party theme ? I could just drop by Marks and Spencer, choose a nice silk pjs and that is it ! Ini…. adoi… pening lah.

Sunday…. well I ensconced myself in the bedroom and watch the Mentalist, part 3. Of course, I couldn’t watch them in peace sebab I kept getting interrupted by my heavy eyes… But still, managed to watch it all.

Oh, we went to watch Star Trek, we did. I know baru nak keluar Friday ni kan but I was finally brave enough to buy tickets for its sneak peek on Friday. All this while I have this fear that sneek peek meant well… sneak peek i.e. you only get to see it for 20 minutes, like a longer version of the trailer. Could you imagine The Wrath Of Kamil (only Star Trek fans will get this pun… hehehhehe) if kita penat-penat keluar pukul 12 malam, bayar tiket berbagai and sekali 20 minit aje.

Seram aku.

But lucky me, it was the full length movie and it was amazing. Aku ternganga nengok dari start sampai habih. So that is a good testimony enough, kay ?

Aku ni dah tua so the idea of catching a midnight movie was rather daunting i.e. fear of eyelids not strong enough to remain opened. So, we went to the cinema to buy tickets during dinner time, balik rumah and aku tidur dulu.

Hehheheh… bangang kan ? Nampak sangat dah tua, kay ? Kena prepare kaw-kaw dulu sebelum tengok wayang. Nonetheless the abject kebangangan … because I was well prepared, I got through the movie without any hitch.

Nice.

I would suggest people to go and watch Star Trek. Even if you are not a Trekkie,  because it was really good. Benedict Cumberbatch is a fine, fine actor. Rugi kalau tak tengok dia in action.

Bestnya masa budak-budak dulu.....

Today I somehow was plagued by memories of my childhood.

How I once saw my Nyang holding my brother by his legs to cure his bed-wetting problem. I was

rounding  up at the stairs and suddenly there he was with his hair and arms pointing downwards, his body swayed back and forth while my Nyang determinedly shook him. I still remember she had her light blue serkup buatan sendiri on, like a house cap mat salleh dulu-dulu.

Kelakar.

Or how I used to wake up at night just to feel the breath that came out of my parents’ nose. I need reassurance that they will be around when I wake up in the morning.

Or how we used to sleep on the verandah sometimes, pretending that we were camping outside in the wilderness. That was so much fun. Kena bantai gigit dengan nyamuk pun takpa.

Or how I used to watch my mom do her yoga in a tight black leotard. She would sit crossed legged and then hoist her body up and stood on her arms, the wall protecting her from falling backwards. That was my favourite.

I also remember how I hated the smell of my Dad whenever he came home from the airport. I really could not take the perfume they used on the hot towels provided to the passengers. It is a profound dislike that I carry up until today.

I also remember going to the shops with my elder brother for my favorite lollipop, the one with a nice pumpkin shape, with blue and red stripes around it.  5 sen satu tau. My mom had a jar of 5 sens on her table. So.. you know lah where we got the money for our indulgence tu.

I also remember that we were forbidden from going to a neighbour’s house to watch videos sebab my mom doesn’t know what show they put on. She was worried that the kids in that house were watching nasty stuffs…. you know what I mean, yeah ? I believe we were the last known house to actually own a set because she totally mistrusts that piece of machinery.

I remember how we used to just call the neighbours’ kids from our verandah and they will respond from their own. I also remember I have a huge crush on Abang Eddie sebelah rumah. I see him sometimes and will always feel so malu…. Hehhehe.

What is prominent in my head right now is how we used to main perang-perang ngan mercun masa bulan posa. One bulan posa we were not allowed to join the kids outside and had to be content with waging war on our front yard with the gate closed. I remember sitting on a small, short stool when suddenly my very new jammies (my mom baru beli petang tadi) caught fire as I leaned over to get something. Stupid me, the burning candle was in front of me. Aku tergelak sangat bila teringat Abang aku kelam kabut knelt in front of me and was frantically blowing air to stop the fire while I screamed blue murder. I have no recollection how it ended funnily enough but surely it was a happy ending because I am still here.

All those memories happened when we were still living in our old house in Seksyen 6. We lived there until I was 7 before moving away to our current house.

What a nice, happy childhood. Kalau lah aku boleh jadi budak-budak balik where I have literally no worries apart from the usual stuffs involving toys, candy and how much I hate my brother.

Ini... well I worry too much. Too much about everything and anything.

Citer dulu-dulu

Sejak dua menjak ni, aku asyik teringat my bestfriend circa darjah 3 to 5. Hehehhe... macam tu lah budak-budak kan. Bestfriends kadang-kadang bertukar, usually due to the friend moving away or dah pindah kelas jumpa bestfriend baru...

Anyway, the said bestfriend's name is Mazrina. She lived near my house so we usually walk to school together and play together and well mengukur jalan together, on our bikes. Itu lah keje kami. After balik sekolah, had lunch and then kelam kabut jumpa balik on our bikes.

Anyway one day dalam kami dok naik beskal sambil sembang-sembang we chanced upon a key on the road. We stopped and saw what look like a car key with its key chain smashed. One of us suggested bawak pi balai polis, just in case somebody wants it back so kami pun berdua pun rode our bikes to Balai Polis Seksyen 6 from Seksyen 8.

On the way, we argued about what to do with the key chain. Mazrina was hell bent on just throwing it away seeing its condition tapi aku pulak beria-ia benar nak bagi sekali kat polis. Mazrina was very-very upset about my keeness sebab dia kata nanti mesti polis tu suruh buang. Tapi for some reason, I feel that is very important for the owner of the key to get the whole shebang back.

Bila kami sampai situ, we went straight to see the officer in charge manning the counter. From my 9 to 11 year old's eyes, the counter was high and the balai was rather dark. We explained our finding to the policeman and surrendered the key to him. Seriously at that moment I didn't know what to expect but I didn't expect the policeman to smile at us so kindly. You know... macam kesian punya senyuman.

Much to my chagrin, he then told us throw the key chain away and that was it. I felt deflated somehow eventhough I really have no idea what to expect. We were in and out in about 1 minute. As we took our bikes again, Mazrina said, "Takkan tak de apa-apa ? Cikgu kata kalau kita tolong orang, kalau kita buat laporan polis selalunya ada hadiah ke, atau bagitau guru besar ke. Ini dia tak tanya pun nama kita..."

Hehhehehe.... Mungkin I was expecting the same kot, itu yang deflated semacam.

Budak-budak.....

Kisah hari ini

Yesterday was a sleepy day for me. Sempat tertidur. Nasib baik aku terjaga bila dengar orang menjerit. Rupanya telly. Cerita Korea. Yang Kamil dok tengok. Entah apa kena ntah si Kamil ni dok gila melayan citer Korea. Semua gara-gara tertengok citer Korea masa dia demam dua hari last month.

Dah terjaga sempatlah aku masak lala cili padi. Masak sup suhun.

Today was a bit more active. Well active for the kids and Kamil as they sweated away at the tennis court while I.... went for a spot of spa treatment at the club. Kamil was sweet today when he asked whether it was nice. He hardly ever asked, ... in fact I can safely say that he never asked about my sojourn to spas but he did today which was nice.

I managed to catch accidental afternoon nap again. I was meaning to find out who was the murderer in that Law and Order episode I was watching but didn't manage to. Tiba-tiba kat telly dah keluar citer lain.... Hahahha...

Anyway tadi while waiting by the poolside for Kamil and the kids to mandi, I heard a commotion at the next table. A father was saying, "Stupid boy !" countless of times, interspersed words that sounded like Hindi or Urdu. Actually he didn't say the words, he barked it. Itu yang buat aku pandang tu, the way he had barked "Stupid boy !" Anyway since those are the only English words he used, I have no idea what other profanities or damaging things he said to his son when he spoke in his own mother tongue.

I looked and saw a little boy in his swimming things, dripping wet with a towel pressed to his mouth area. It looked like he bled. I looked around and the mat sallehs around us were also looking, some clucking in dissatisfaction that the father was calling the son stupid. Sian budak tu. Dah lah sakit, kena panggil bodoh berulang-ulang kali. The father should symphatise while chastising him for being careless or whatever, just don't call him stupid outright, lah. Insinuate it pun boleh kan ?

Anyway, the lifeguard came with a box of plasters and offered it to the dad. He looked with this dissatisfied expression on his face and said, "Luka kat mulut, lah. Mana boleh guna plaster....." Oh, Malaysian rupanya. However clearly without Malaysian values for being so rude to the lifeguard who was trying to help.

A few more stupid boys thrown about and he started packing. As they were leaving the lifeguard came again and offered ice. He shook head at the ice and said, "Saya tak mau ice..." and left.

Kurang ajaq sungguh. Tak boleh ke cakap baik-baik ke tangan yang menghulurkan pertolongan ? Kenapa kasar sekali ? 

He turned around and left, without imparting a single thank you to the very helpful lifeguard. Such arrogance. Menyampah giler aku tengok dia.

I looked around again and the other mat sallehs seemed to agree with me as they shook their heads at his retreating back.

My hope is that the little boy is spared from further stupids from his own father and .. that he doesn't turn that way when he has his own little boys.

My last day..

Hari ni my last day kat my Division. I have been rotated and will start in a new division (although same department) Thursday ni. Sedih. My boss satu hari ni ngan aku hari ni. His office is actually elsewhere, tapi dia datang tadi, guna meja belakang aku. We had lunch together, and sembang-sembang while we did our work.

Pagi tadi aku sampai dulu. Aku dah keluarkan kotak letak tepi meja. Selama hari ni aku sorok kotak tu sebab takut dia meletup bila dia nampak. Tapi dah hari ni last, mana nak disorokkan lagi. So tadi bila dia sampai, dia terus nampak kotak tu. Aku tengok muka dia berubah tapi lepas tu dia senyum tengok aku.

This division was my first assignment dekat company ni. Next month will be my third year here, actually. Dalam tiga tahun, aku merasa 4 boss. Aku ada ramai staffs yang aku sayang and ingat selalu. Alhamdullilah staffs yang dah lama left us masih sufi jawab phone calls aku. Some aku rasa still ingat aku boss dia orang sebab still very apologetic bila dia orang lambat jawab. Hahahha.

Yang mana masih stay dalam company yang sama tapi cuma tukar division or join operation masih nak instant message aku. Alhamdullilah.

My boss ni dulu manager aku. Lepas tu he was rotated to other division as head. Last January he was asked to take care of my division ni as head jugak sebab my boss, DX was transferred to join operation. Therefore I have been with him for 2 and a half years. Dia selalu cakap dengan aku dia suka sangat our team masa dulu-dulu, under our then boss RR and kemudian DX. We had a lot of synergy, he said. We were good with each other. Something that he still cannot re-create yet.

Sedih. Aku pun selalu rindukan apa yang we had dulu. Masa aku mula-mula masuk dulu as the 7th member our team kecik aje. Lepas tu add a few more and then things were so much fun, so nice. Lepas tu we changed office, our biggest client was sold and everything changed.

I too hope that I can re-create what we had last time. My team now is bigger. I have 18 staffs to supervise and 3 bosses to answer to, as oppose to 1 now. Hahah... dah start tension.

Takpelah. Toksah lah cakap pasal ni lagi.

Tendonitis

Aku sangat penat. Malam semalam balik pukul 12 malam lebih. Seriously I am not fit for all this, this balik malam malarky.  Anyway sebab tak cukup tidur semalam, hari ni aku banyak terlentang macam sotong. Takde tulang kan. Such a lazy Saturday for me and a painful one.

Sejak balik dari holiday aku dok rasa kaki kebas. Kebasnya pulak kat kaki yang problem tu, my gammy left leg. Lepas tu kenkadang sakit lak bila berjalan. The kebas and the pain pun macam biskut aje, so aku malas nak pi doktor. Buat habis duit company aje bayar. Hehehhe.... sayang company konon. 

However semalam pepagi dah sakit, aku takut gak. Sampai-sampai office terus buat appoitnment. My ortho is in a hospital where I live, so made an appointment with one near my office, SDCC with the ortho yang selesaikan masalah my purple toe dulu. However instead of in Subang, they sent me to Ara Damansara, their new hospital.

It was posh people. Very nice, very quiet just how a hospital should be. SDCC is too popular therefore ramai orang ergo bising. This one was plush and comfortable. You should visit this one.

Anyway jumpa doctor and he diagnosed tendonitis. Adoi la. Apa benda lak tu. I was prescribed therapy consisting of wax bath and a horde of other stuffs I have never heard of. Six courses pulak tu so I have no idea how to incorporate them in my schedule. Nampaknya aku kena korbankan my lunch time.

Other than that, nothing much to report. Apart from more trips to memory lane on my part. Entah macamana aku teringat pasal my Reebok shoes that Bapak bought for me for my music school concert that year. I was 13 by the way.

Anyway masa umur 12 tahun, aku dah pandai dah nak barang berjenama. I remember Bapak coming home with a shiny Casio watch for my birthday tapi aku chom sebab aku nak Swatch. Kalau ingat-ingatkan kesian Bapak. I am very sure he was excited during the drive home, to present me that gift, expecting aku suka. However anak yang ntah napa-hapa ni tak suka. Anyway, Bapak did take me to Pertama Complex, suruh aku pilih sendiri and banggalah aku ngan Swatch aku tuh. Tapi Casio tu simpan gak... hehehehhehe.

Berbalik kepada cerita asal, untuk concert tu we were asked to pakai overalls to be paired with sports shoes. So pegilah beli overalls ngan Bapak aku, a heavy one made of denim. Since aku dah ada kasut Power yang warna putih with pink linings, he of course didn't think that I needed a new pair of shoes. Tapi aku nak ! To be fair, kasut tu dah lama and dah start cracking and was rather misshapen. I stated my case with muka yang cebek-cebek, Bapak agreed. Dia memang tak tahan tengok aku unhappy. Hehehhehe....

Dia yang tak mengerti took me to Bata tapi aku tamau. Aku nak Reebok. Berkerut muka Bapak aku. Mana hang tau pasal Reebok ? Hehhehe... aku rasa masa tu kot dia sedar aku dah besar and dah pandai dah nak bergaya.

Kami pun pegilah kedai sukan and I choose one that was white with pink lining. Hehehhe.... Geleng kepala Bapak aku tapi memang dah taste aku, kan ?

So... hari concert, I was kitted with my overalls and my bright new Reebok shoes. We shared the same table dengan BFF aku punya family and naturally, she and I sat side by side. She asked to see my shoes, and I proudly showed it to her. However instead of delighting with my purchase, she was stumped.

Bila aku pointed tu the word Reebok near the laces baru she went Aaaaahhhhh..... Hehheheheh. Dah sama style kan ? Mesti Makcik tu ingat itu kasut lama aku.  My mom who was watching this exchange said, "Laaa.... nak kena tunjuk kat situ baru orang nak tau. Buat apa lagu tuh ?"

Hehheheheheh.......... 

Alahai. Nak buat macamana ? Dah memang taste aku. In fact my current sports shoes is a grey Reebok with pink lining. Hahahhahaha.

Sayang Bapak....

Kisah hari ni yang tak best pun...

Semalam I came home to be greeted by a hiccuping daughter. Aku biarkan age as I know there is no real remedy.  Went to dinner and we came home with her still hiccuping away. As Abang opened the car door, he said, "Pegi minum air. That will help to stop it..."

She made a non-committal gesture.

Masuk dalam rumah, aku terus nak naik atas but my son headed to the kitchen. "Adik, minum air...." he instructed. She obeyed and I followed. In the kitchen Abang dah ambik gelas and bukak fridge. Adik took out the water jug and poured her drink.

Adik minum while Abang simpan balik the jug in the fridge. He watched her drink it all.

Aku pura-pura kemas dapur when in actual I was surreptitiously watching them. Sebek kejap.

Aku dah start kemas barang kat office. Been visiting the shredder a lot. Sedih jugak dok berkemas and as always I am not sure if what I am doing is right. But my move have been decreed and there is nothing I can do about it. It is so nice and comfy to remain where things are familiar. Where the auditees know me and respect me. Now I have to start again.

Oh.. something horrible at the office. Dalam pukul 9 pagi aku nak masuk toilet tapi kena halau keluar sebab it was being cleaned.  Dalam 9.30 I tried my luck and managed to go. Masuk my favourite cubicle (I know everybody has one !) and there floated some nasty, nasty stuffs. Nak nangis aku. Bukan baru aje kena bersih ke ?

I went out of the toilet straightaway sebab semua plan dah terbantut and tried to cari muka orang yang bersalah. But... the office was rather empty. 90% of us dah keluar for fieldwork. Perempuan yang ada  cuma kakak secretary, N who had been with me for 3 years. For 1 and a half years there were just us 2 gals in the office and I tak pernah tengok dia membuat onar sebegitu.

Unless.... hmmm.... there is a big possibility there....

Semalam I was at the new place. Was briefed on new assignment and I addressed my new team sekejap. They look okay although they are rather wary of me. Some of my colleagues informed me that my new staffs had started approaching them to ask about me. 

They of course told me they say nothing but nice things... but ye ke ? Hehhehehe....

I miss my staffs. Last week, I bersembang with one of my ex-staff that has been sent to China. Aku suruh dia balik and instructed him to join me straight away. Gelak dia. Well, I hope he will.

I made sizzling yee mee for dinner tadi. Since I do not have any hot plate, aku celur yee mee tu dulu. Silap. I have forgotten that yee mee retained water somehow and when I mixed it with the thick gravy, the water diluted it and jadi tak sedap sangat. 

As I looked at my dinner in despair, baru teringat dah I was supposed to heat up a serving of the gravy in a small pan and add the yee mee then.

Must remember. Nasib baik Kamil wasn't home for dinner.. he was busy sweating it out on the court.... Kalau tak mesti dah dapat jelingan-jelingan tak best...

Weekend ni kena pegi Seremban. My sister's niece's aqiqah. I vowed to do up the present myself. You'll see, yeah ?

Ta-ra !

Macchiato and kenduri kawin

I am not a coffee drinker. I do however love the smell of it. When I was pregnant with Abang, I had to pass a coffee bar on the way to the shops. The smell of freshly brewed coffee would always catch my attention. So tantalising, so inviting.  In fact it  was extremely tantalising and inviting that one day I couldn’t resist it anymore and bought a cup. I inhaled the sweet, sweet aroma, took a sip and not liking it still. I was shocked cause I thought I would develop a taste for it since I like the smell so much but tak de jugak.  When the coffee cooled and I couldn’t really smell it anymore, I threw it away.

That started my bouts of buying coffee just to inhale it and throwing the full shebang in the bin afterwards. I would have survived Sadiq Sigaragar’s house.

Anyway, the reason why I am telling that story is because I have started to drink a coffee concoction called macchiato. I have no idea what it is but I love it. Don’t ask me of the difference of latte, espresso or what-not. I wouldn’t have the faintest idea but I absolutely adore macchiato. Problem is, it makes me sleepy. Coffee does have that reverse effect on me. Instead of making me jumpy and energise, it makes me sleepy and sluggish instead.

Saying that, I do drink coffee that my mom makes. She would always have a cup just for herself (us kids are not allowed) and whenever I have the chance, I would sneakily take a sip. Sedap sangat. Mak kita kan ? Rebus air pun sedap.

Yesterday which is a Sunday, Kamil and I took my mom to a kenduri kawin. Her cousin kawinkan anak. Usually attending kenduri kawins of the people you hardly know is boring. As soon as we arrived, Mom was whisked away by her cousins and expecting to be stuck there for quite some time, we people watched (accompanied with comments) to while our time away and have a good laugh.

Tengok orang pakai baju lawa, baju tak lawa. Kena ke tak tudung ngan baju. We also questioned whether the designer bags they toted on their arms were real or fake. We even tried to guess what car they drove from the clothes that they wore. It was so much fun. Seriously. It was.

That was the pro.

The con ? Well Kamil questioned my sanity when some of the bajus that I admired was something that he abhorred. He even took pictures of some to show me just how ugly they were, from another angle. That man has no imagination what-so-ever.

All in all it was an okay Sunday.

Aku yang ntah hapa-hapa

So we had our belated anniversary dinner yesterday. We went to Jojo's at Tropicana. The food was nice enough, I suppose, although my penne was on the hard side of al-dente. Kamil said although the food was nice, he had had better. Down side, the dessert menu wasn't that impressive.

So... what is happening now is.. Kamil and I will start on a journey to find good Italian cuisine in the Klang Valley. Our next one is Prego at the Westin. Besides, we kinda like having dinner somewhere nice, just the two of us. As I put it to Kamil, what is wrong going off to KL at night during the weekend ?

Heh.

Anyway, while there bizarrely we talked about our schooldays. And I told him this story;

Masa aku sekolah rendah, there was this girl who rubbed me the wrong way. Hell, she still does. We are FB friends and we bump into each other once in a while so I know she still has that power over me. I dislike everything about her. Her mannerism which I found brash, her demeanour which I found crude. I even found her face to be the wrong side of nice. I find it to be garang and unkind, tiada kelembutan whatsoever.

Anyway after years of harbouring this much contempt towards her, one day maybe masa kami darjah 4 I blurted out to her, "Kau ni memang tak ladylike langsung. Duduk mencangkung sambil makan..." It was sudden and unexpected sampai Minah tu tercengang tengok aku. Aku and kawan aku pun turut tercengang sekali.

Tercengang notwithstanding, I felt liberated after that. Aku tak rasa bersalah langsung sedangkan it was very uncharacteristic on my part. I don't do that you know, dispensing nasty stuffs to people like that but that girl really rubs me the wrong way !

Her comeback came 2 days after that. She caught up with me and tried to remind me of what I said to her, which I pretended not to remember. Silap dia lah. It shouldn't take you to 2 days, kan ? Anyway, she said, "Awak pun tak ladylike jugak sebab awak duduk terkangkang dalam kelas !"

Hehehhehe..............

Kamil of course asked what she meant by that. Well... apparently a girl called Jay (not her real name) and I are the only 2 girls in the school who failed to keep our feet together when we sit at our desks, exposing our errmmm.... little whities for all to see. Seriously, you couldn't see it unless you go under your desk and take a conscious look. In my case, only one boy bothered to look... and exposed me, no pun intended. Hell he even tried to shoot at me... there.... with a scrunched up paper using a slingshot ! I hate that guy.

So.... memori ini yang terkeluar during my anniversary dinner. Kamil of course tercengang-cengang dengar cerita ni and after a good 1 minute trying to take it all in, he said, "You know... masa I sekolah dulu I had fun. It was nice, CLEAN fun. I have never seen or did anything like that before ...!"

Believe you me, that was the very few occasion that I was unkind. And I didn't like myself for it. I also realised that I could actually be a snob. Why do I think that my demeanour and disposition is beyond reproach pun aku tak tahu. Sebab when I looked at her, aku rasa macam dia ni tak ada ... tak tau lah. Yang herannya she is the only person that made me feel this way.

There was another incident involving her which irritated me. This time we were in high school. It was hari sukan and there I was waiting for the next event (sebab my boyfriend took part... he was a sprinter you know... And nope, it was not Kamil...) and there she appeared with her own boyfriend who was from another school. When her friends saw them, they gave a loud whoop. 

"Ini lah boyfriend kau ye..." Ayat gempak macam tu pun dah boleh buat aku pejam mata therefore you can just imagine how I needed to restrain myself from blurting out more insults when she replied with, "Ye dan jangan rampas tau !" before smugly sitting down on the grass. Her equally smug looking boyfriend followed suit and I on the other hand groaned and wondered why I was put there, at that very moment to hear all that. Why ?

Of course I am kind to her now. But sadly... not without trying.

Why am I like this ? To her ? 

Karangan tension

Yesterday I was at Abang’s primary school for some errand. While waiting for the clerk to come and sort me out, I sat at there, looking around.. ho-humming, well you get the drift, I heard the Deputy Headmistress talked on the phone.

From the conversation I gathered that a friend, who I had the impression is also a teacher, is in a right mess. Her husband is having an affair and today is the day where she actually found out that it is true. The DH was consoling her, telling her to be patient, not to fight but talk to her husband nicely to ascertain her position in his life.

Kesian aku dengar. I couldn’t imagine what the girl on the other side is feeling. Itulah lelaki. Bila ada yang elok sikit aje terus nak. Padahal punya lah banyak orang lelaki lain yang tak kawin lagi, tapi depa nak jugak walaupun they are effectively taken. Tamak sungguh. Kalau hang betui-betui ikhlas, pi lah bagi kat orang lain yang belum ada sapa-sapa.

Heh… macam nak bagi anak kucing je yek… aku ni pun.

I feel that it is so unfair when men do this. They always say takpa I will be fair. Kita take turns. Tapi yang bestnya depa. Every day they will have a bed mate. Sedangkan bini akan ada masa tiduq sorang. Lagi lah bini pertama yang dok hari-hari ada kawan tiduq sebelah tapi tiba-tiba kawan tiduq tu kena catu pulak. Rela hati mencatu diri sendiri.

Adil kah tu ? Yang seronok laki tu saja, yang bini tak seronok pun. Itu yang namanya sayang ? Aku bosan bila dengar orang kata, well I still love my wife. Then, if you do love your wife, why do you this ? Why you allow her to berendam ayaq mata sebab hang ? Why you sampai hati biaq dia tiduq sorang while you berseronok-seronok dengan orang lain ? Aku tak paham. That is not love.

What is not love is also husbands that beat their wives. The one that I don’t understand is the wives that actually stayed. I still love him, katanya.

Ya tuhan. Sayang apakah itu kalau hang biru-biru lebam ? Setiap kali dia tumbuk hang, sayang kah itu ? Setiap kali dia sepak hang, sayang kah itu ?

Oh tak, lepas tu dia mesti menyesal and peluk aku balik. Lepas tu nanti dia akan letak ubat……

Oh bestnya.  You are so lucky to have a husband that loves you so much, he administered meds to your bruises right after he made them. Oh, please don’t forget the apologies and the hugs ! You are a lucky SOB.

Is it too much to ask for you to leave ? I am just afraid that one day while he punched you in the head with so much love, you actually crumpled and die. That is all.

Yeah, as you could have guessed, I am in a situation where I am trying to get somebody that I love and care about to leave the anak haram she calls husband.

Women, huh ?

Anyway once I attended a meeting with an American principle in Singapore. That was my third meeting with them. We first met in KL first, then in Bangkok where they have an office and then in Singapore for the Oil and Gas Exhibition. By that time, I have gotten to know the MD quite well. We were chatting during the exhibition and I don’t remember why the conversation suddenly turned this way, but somehow we discussed about fidelity.

He said infidelity is not a crime. Nowhere in the world is it a crime. It is just what society dictates but never the law. Nobody has ever been jailed due to fidelity alone. I remember this incident too well as I could see his big blue eyes boring into me, as if by doing that I would be convinced. His right hand was hitting his left palm as he was talking to stress his points.

I remember afterwards, we walked by the riverside to have lunch somewhere. His Thai secretary held my be the arm and whispered, “He has a lot of girlfriends in Bangkok. Before he goes home he always give me his condoms to keep for next time !” She giggled as she talked then she said, “Men… they can come from any country and all of them are the same…” she then stuck out her tongue to him.

Heheh…

Of course not all men are like that. However I pity those women who are unfortunate enough to be married to men like that. All those heartbreak and the tears and then the kids ! The kids will definitely be affected.

Yesterday, the papers in the UK reported of a suicide committed by a young lady. She threw herself from a high building, killing not only herself but the baby inside her belly. They then went to her home and found the bodies of her three children, aged 11 months, 2 and 3.

Why all this madness ? Because they man she loved and her kids worshipped left her (and in a way, the kids too) for another woman.

Tragic. Utterly tragic.

Tak habis lagi ni… one more. I have friend who was in this kind of mess about 3-4 years ago. Her husband had wanted to marry another and she was doing all her might to stop him. Well all her might worked because he broke it off with the other person. Do you know what her husband said ? “Sampainya hati tengok Abang putus cinta… Sampai hati tengok Abang merana macam ni… Awak memang tak sayang kat Abang….”

Can you guys believe this ? The cheek of that guy ? Tak payah lah aku ceritakan what the harassed wife retorted in return. I am sure you know what she said.

Ha ha !

Aku seorang petani berjaya... kuangx3

About last week I asked Adik what did she tell people I do for a living. She said, Auditor lah !

Okay, next time Adik tambah petani berjaya, okay ? Because....

Tengok ni pokok cili kat depan rumah...

Merendeh-rendeh dengan cili. Belum masak lagi.. ada satu aje yang dah merah.

Punya penuh dan bersesak-sesak, sampai ada yang terjatuh.

Depan rumah, ada ubi kayu. In the middle of my palm trees. Sungguh tak vogue tau !!

Depan rumah ada lagi cili dah daun kesum sebelah kanan nun.

Lemon tree ni aku tanam. Dah setahun lebih dah tapi tak pernah berbuah. Sebelah lemon tree ni aku tak tau apa benda.

Itu dia, more ubi kayu.

And in between the ubi kayus are more daun kesum and kangkong. And more ubi kayu. A baby one, though. 

In between these ubi kayus are more chillies and more ubi kayu... 

And more rows of chillies. No fruits yet, though.

The limau kasturis flanking the small pasus were planted by me. But dalam small pasus tu, I am not sure what they are... Hmmm....

Serai by me, pisang by me but the ubi kayu ? Nope, not me.

Inilah gambar pokok buluh si Kamil yang telah di massacred oleh Bibik. Masih togel macam tuan dia... kuang X 3. Karapule tu aku tanam. The rows of chillies at the back definitely not me.

Dah sampai balik dah pokok cili yang mula-mula tadi. Banyak na... ?

Ini pun telah ditanam oleh sesuatu. I have no idea what they are.

But budak ni macam bapak dia. Asyik-asyik nak membangkang. Tak mau langsung go with the flow sebab she said, "Tapi bukan Mummy yang tanam. Bibik. You didn't do anything...."

Setelah aku pejam mata erat-erat untuk mengumpulkan segala kesabaran yang ada di dalam dunia ini (especially sebab si Kamil dah gelak guling-guling), aku cakap, "Well, it is my house. And I paid her... So... the petani berjaya is me, okay ?"

Dia cebek mulut, langsung tak terima apa aku cakap.

Jaga kau...

Anyway, ini lah keje bibik aku. It seems that she really likes chillies and ubi kayu. One of the ubi kayus dah matang, so she made kerepek and rebus some. Bila aku balik, tu dia berbalang-balang kerepek. Next day came the ones yang pedas. After that satu periuk ubi kayu rebus siap ngan gula and kelapa dah digaul. Garam dia letak tepi because, "Bibik ngak suka yang bergaram tapi takut kakak sukak..."

Aku siap bawak pi office and makan sejuk-sejuk. Kenyang satu hari.

Kamil paling tension tengok ubi kayu depan rumah tu. Dia suruh aku pi cakap ngan bibik, suruh cabut. Tapi aku tak sampai hati. Penat dia tanam... Kang merajuk kang. Aku suh dia cakap sendiri tapi tak buat pun. Tak sampai hati kann... Hehehhehe.

So.. kesudahnnya, sesiapa yang tetiba takdak cili, mai lah rumah. Bawak lah bakul and berangan lah seperti memetik apples kat US.

Nak masak laksa, mai lah rumah dan cantaihlah daun kesum itu. Aku pun tak tau nak buat apa dengan daun kesum banyak-banyak...

Anyway aku dah encourage dia tanam sawi and more kangkong. And nenas. I love nenas.

Sekian, karangan bergambar ku.

PS : Ada tak ahli botanist yang nampak tumbuhan yang tak boleh ditanam, ie. ganja ka, ketum ka ... Aku bukannya kenai wei... Satgi tak pasai-pasai kena..