My weekend.. Jangan marah

Are you bored of hearing about my weekend ?

Well sorry, I still have to write about it.

Hmmm……..

Woke up very, very excited as I have a mini reunion going on at 2. As usual, the flurry of classes in the morning then went straight home to prepare. Not much to do actually as I made the Prawn Mee broth the night before.

I have a bit of time before the guests starts coming (being Melayu I made allowances that people would be late….) so I made cream puffs.

Right on the dot, Noreen came with her delicious chocolate cake. She is Melayu but a very rare breed as she was punctual.

Ian came with a flurry of apologies for being late with ice and bottles of soda. Ian, you were only 10 minutes late, so if you were a full Scot, maybe you would have been early but since you have Melayu inside you also, 10 minutes is amazing okay !! Relax lah, I am Melayu too, what… So being late is not an issue for me lah. I am always late ! Always ! Ha ha…

Noreen had to leave early so both of them ate first. Then slowly people trickled in. Jaja, Azlin and Ida in one car. Fid and her son, Aiman. Nadia and Azrul and their adorable kiddies. Kamalia, Sheik and their own bundles of joy. Ami, Nikman and their lovely progeny.

Citer apa ko, Ja... Aku tahu.. Citer pasal ko punya... keh keh.... Don't worry. Rahsia mu aku, Dan ngan Ian simpan. Wah ahahahahha

Noreen kusyuk dengar Sheik punya story. Were you listening in, Ida ?

Took group pictures kinds early because Noreen had to leave. She left with enough hugs and kisses to last her a life time.

Us...

We resumed our eating and talking and laughing and ooh-ing and aaah-ing babies. In the midst of it, Kamalia asked, “Mana dia ? Tak mai ka ?” No name need mentioned as I know who she was talking about. Sent an sms and the receiver replied that she will make an appearance soon.

Pastu, tu dia !! Never met before but I knew it was her as soon as my eyes clapped on her.

Cik Rose !! A.k.a Desert Rose (or as Sheik calls her Mawar Gurun Sahara.. penat je orang tu bubuh nama lawa-lawa Sheik oii…)

Punya peluk sebab rasa macam dah kenai lama. He he… the power of blog, okay peeps ?

Bloggers United... Hang dah tengok aku Cik Rose, hang masih kata aku besaq kuaci ka dah tukaq jadi besaq gajah ?

She came with her very adorable daughter Aufa dengan rambut ketak-ketaknya… Comei… And the best news, Aufa will be attending the same school as Adik. So Adik dah ada kawan. And I pun ada kawan nak tulung buat hingaq kat PIBG. Yahoo !!

Talk resumed and Cik Rose dove right in. She can talk to my friends eventhough baru sat-sat tu ja kenai… At the end of the day, dia dah buat orang gelak dah. He he… Puji ni…. hubby siap tanya kat Cik Rose kita kalau dia boleh handle case saman. He he… Cik Rose yang sangat bijak kata, “Kalau laki bini punya case tak ambik….” Thank you, Cik Rose !

Hubby contemplating sebab Cik Rose tak nak represent dia. He he..


Ian somehow became my bartender and my kawan-kawan punya lah mengada dah tak reti nak tuang ayaq sendiri. Member tu dok diam-diam kat living room tapi dak… depa panggey jugak suruh tuang ayaq. Merapu sungguh…jaga hangpa..

Dan kata sapa suruh Ian duduk kat situ... Terus terjadi bar tender... Keh keh

Then Ian, I have no choice but to engage your services whenever I have a do at home… Ha ha.. Apparently, you pour drinks just right….

The house was empty again close to 6 and I deemed it a very successful gathering. Thank you all for coming. Really, really appreciate it.

There was a birthday party scheduled for the kids the next day so we went to Subang Parade after Maghrib in search for a birthday present. Stopped for dvds and we spent the rest of the day watching Blood (bad acting all around except for Saya, the heroine… not Saya as in me. I am not in the movie…)

No tennis in the morning so we went to the park in front of the mosque to throw Frisbee. It was a good exercise but Abang as usual got a bit upset because his aim was haywire. We just need more practice lah Abang. That is all. And anyway neither Mummy nor Babah could give you useful tips as we are clueless ourselves. Babah is not an Australian with a washboard tummy okay. And Mummy is not… well you know what Mummy is not.

Jauh nun di sana. Adik lah photographernya ni...

Lari deraih sikit, Abang !

Hubby made me his target practise. Kurang asam sungguh.

But we had fun anyway. Adik came not dressed for the occasion, the silly monkey with her sling back and all but we still managed to have fun and worked our sweat glands.

Roti canai...

Breakfast at you know where afterwards. Went home to clean up and Mummy spent some time worrying. Well… what to do….

By 12.30 we sent the kids’ to their cousin’s house for the birthday party and we… well went to watch GI Joe with Ian. Bloody fantastic. Tatum Channing is oh so hot. He he… That is first and foremost. Second, well as agreed between Ian and myself, it is a mindless flick with loads of guns blazing, bombs exploding and some really sophisticated weapons that we do not want the terrorists to have. The power of imagination is fantastic, I tell you.

Ian though managed to doze off amid all the noise which was amazing on its own. Hubby and I laughed when we saw his nodding head. Had lunch, came home and I did a bit more worrying.

Made dinner. Kids went to sleep. Babah went to play football with Shazmi and Anu and Mummy settled down in front of the telly watching Brendan Frasier going down to the centre of the earth which was very entertaining. Although it was a bit predictable as I have read the book. But I have always liked to see thousands and thousands of words that took me like a week or two to finish being translated on the screen for a mere 2 hours and a half. Paragraphs after paragraphs were painstakingly constructed to describe a scene was done in 2 seconds on the telly. Interesting. I love books and I love the telly. A good marriage.

What a weekend.