I have been so swamped with work, you all. I just do not have the time to write anything .. well except the reports that keep on piling up ! I just so wanna share more about my umrah trip but then 2 things happened;
1. Work. Well this is nothing new but I just can’t seem to catch-up. New ones keep adding up even while I am trying to finish the ones that are pending. My boss TSY asked if I am drowning but I said no because if I am drowning then he has drowned. I so do not want to worry him or add to his load. TSY ni baik orangnya and I know if I admit that I can’t cope, he will try to take some of my load. Sian dia…. So now… I suffer.
2. Sick FIL. On the day of our return from Mekah, he told us of the initial finding and after 3 days, our worst fear is confirmed. So it was a flurry of talking and consulting and doctor’s visit on Kamils’ part and shoulder to cry on and trying to be helpful but failed miserably on my part….and finally the operation last Friday.
Kamil has been sleeping in the hospital since last Thursday and only came home to our bed last night. I missed him so.
Anyway, we were at the hospital for what seemed like forever waiting and waiting and waiting. He is okay now but he is in pain which I really tak sampai hati tengok. Being menantu, I have been looking from afar while he was in the ICU and then CCU.. Yelah sebab takut dia tak nak kita kan… But last night when he was finally in normal hospital room, I kissed his forehead before I left and just squeezed his arm before asking the stupidest question in this whole wide world but people seemed to favour it while visiting the sick, the very predictable, “Abah okay ?”
Of course he is not. Duh. His answer was “Okay lah, tapi Abah sakit…..” and he started to move about, trying to find a comfortable position. I added to my list of stupid and obvious remark which was, “At least, the worse is over…”. Why lah people like to state the obvious ? Why ? Why can’t they, including myself, just shut-up ?
I must learn to state the hidden. I must. Or just keep shtoom.
So I left. Kalau Bapak aku tu maunya aku peluk and cium and belai tapi…. We do not have that kind of relationship, Abah and I. Shame, huh ? I would want to .. I am a very touchy, feely person however since he does not have that kind of relationship with his children, melebih lah pulak aku. Haha.
Abah’s condition definitely affected our life, not just how we spent our time but also the topic of conversation, what we have for breakfast, lunch and dinner etc. Anyway, we were looking for blood donor ever since we knew Abah was going in and due to the rarity of his blood type, the search was long and laborious.
One day Abang suggested that since Atuk has 8 grandkids, surely one of them has the same blood type. So he suggested for all his cousins to do a blood test pronto. We were in the car that time and I just smiled when he talked. Sweet, huh.
Tapi yang tak sweetnya adik. After about 10 minutes she suddenly said in a very, very low voice, “Mummy… I know I am fat but I just look fat. If you squeeze my arm (here she demonstrated it), it is very keras and I don’t think you will get any blood. I think kalau Atuk nak, Jay (her cousin) boleh bagilah because her arm is very, very soft….and very, very big..”
Hehhehehe… HEHHEHEHEHEHE… HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH !
Aiyoo lah….
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Umrah
I have been so busy ever since I returned. But now, I have cleared most of my tasks and have a bit time to write.
And I have sooo many, many things to share about my journey. Every single thing that happened I want to blog about. Tapi… macam dah lama tersimpan and some have started to slip away. Shame.
Anyway, it is quite hard to write about my Umrah trip actually…because there were sooo many things that happened. I have been thinking for quite a bit before I drift off to sleep every night the best way to capture everything here, but couldn't quite get an idea how.
So now, I have decided that I am just going to write about everything that came to mind. It will be jumbled up, mind you so look away if you have pening-pening lalat tendencies, eh ?
The thing that came to my mind about now is Adik. She had been wonderful. Aku bersyukur sangat aku hantar dia masuk sekolah Integrasi Agama because she was at ease with us being in the mosques day in and day out. No complaints, no tantrums. She prayed, apa saja sembahyang sunat yang ada she will do and whatever she didn’t know it was so easy to teach her, she mengaji Quran and when she was done with that she took the initiative to do hafazan, she dzikired with her brand new spanking tasbih, she slept when she was tired, she socialized with the other kids … basically, she was no bother at all.
There was only one day saja dia menangis and that was when she slept in between Maghrib and Isyak. Sememangnya she had always woken up on the wrong side of the bed… just like bapak eh. Therefore I swiftly posted her to the bapak eh to handle.
The best thing was, she was so much loved. The Arabs are crazy over kids because she always came back to the hotel with food. Sweets, kurmas, pretzels, drinks, chocolates… anything that anybody has, will always be extended to her.
Not to mention on the amount of cuddlings and kisses she got ! There were always people who stopped her for a hug or touched her face with awe and love, saying “Masya-Allah !” over and over again and murmurings in exotic languages.
Even the stern female guards at the doors of Masjid Nabawi were kind to her. They stopped their yellings of “Ibu ! Ibu ! Ibu ! Periksa ! Periksa ! Periksa ! Hajjah ! Hajjah !” and whatnots to hug her, or smile kindly and say, “Masya-Allah!” in the softest of tones, or just chucking her chin ! At first we were confused and she herself was scared because not a second ago they were yelling but after awhile we got used to it.
Such a wonder.
The guards at Masjidil Haram were much, much kinder so when they stopped her for a hug we were not that bothered. They even smiled at me while they checked my bag… Hahah…
Apart from that, the other jemaahs would always ask if she was mine. One man asked me, “Malaysia ?” and when I said yes, he pointed to my daughter and asked with crinkled forehead, “Pakistan ?”. I answered with, “Mine !”
Once while we waited for Isyak, a Turkish lady asked me, “Children ? Children ?” while gesturing at me and my daughter. I said, “Yes, of course !” and she frowned.
And when it happened again, another lady who said, “You China ? She Pakistan ?” and all her friends looked at us with curiosity, I answered with, “Papa Pakistan…” and they went, “Oohh………….”
Selamat. Satgi depa kata aku kidnap anak Pakistan mana, mampuih aku.
Tapi budak ni lah pulak menjerit, "Ha ? Abah Pakistan ?" Hissh !!!
There was one time in Masjidil Haram, she was reading surah Yassin softly. A lady behind her scooted nearer to hear her read. The lady then said something we couldn’t understand but my mom suggested that maybe she wanted Adik to read the verses louder, so she did. The lady then alerted her friends and they all kurumun-ed her, listening to her read in wonder. They shook their heads and listened until she was done. Of course there were rounds of kisses for her !
When a jemaah gave her 10 Riyal, she donated it to the street children.
And she was always, always very concerned about the illegal peddlers that littered the streets of Madinah and Makkah. On our first day in Madinah, our very first trip to Masjid Nabawi, while feeling the euphoria and excitement to enter the mosque, our eyes busy drinking in the scenery, out of the blue there were sirens and mayhem ensued. We suddenly found ourselves trapped in the middle of escaping peddlers and the policemen who chased them. It was chaotic and funny.
However, the very next day when they were back, Adik frowned at them and worriedly pointing them to me. “They are still here …” she whispered.
When the same thing happened to the peddlers in Makkah, one of them swung her bundle to her shoulder in flight, and it hit her. Lagilah bertambah tension anak aku.
Heheh... Dugaan, dik.
Something happened to us though, right after Friday prayers. For some reason, they closed one of the manay, many doors of the masjid and cordoned off a section of the compound outside Masjidil Haram. It created a terrible bottleneck and we were all pushed together like sardines. People were pushing and jostling as they fought their way out. I felt so suffocated and was finding it hard to breathe.
I looked at my daughter and she did not look good. She looked like she could collapse any time. I removed her telekung and was fending her from the pushings as much as I could. My mom and I were praying hard for safety and way out of the very, very tight and constricting space.
Suddenly, and oh very suddenly… there was a clearing around Adik. For some reason, nobody was around the perimeter and she could breathe better. Only by the Grace of Allah could that happen. My mother and I was shocked beyond believe. We pushed forward and we finally could make it to a lamp post.
Kamil then called. He was already at the hotel and was oblivious to our plight. He had wanted to come and help but I stopped him because I was worried about Abang. I told him to stay where he is. I told my mom, only Allah could help us now as the pushings have started again.
I tried to carry her, like I used to do when she was smaller but I can't. When did she get too big for me ? I got so desperate that I begged another man to help carry her but he shook his head. He either refused or couldn’t understand me. Terrible. I was in despair.
The lamp post where we sought refuge was encased at the bottom with cement, wider than the pole itself and could be sat on. In fact some men were already sitting on it. We bumped into another jemaah from Malaysia who we were friendly with there and the 3 of us decided to lift Adik up and let her sit on the casing.
We couldn’t. None of us could carry her. I had started to cry when suddenly in front of me, a huge Arab or Turkish lady appeared out of nowhere. Seriously, she just appeared because I was looking right in front of me and she wasn’t there. I blinked and there she was…
Anyway, she straight away plucked my daughter up with one hand and put her on the encasement. Effortlessly, I must add. There were no words exchanged between us but she knew what was wrong and acted. In fact she went right to it. Relief couldn't even describe what I was feeling.
This lady hugged and kissed my daughter, offered her cheese and bread, and while my daughter ate, she caressed her face. We left her to it while we waited for the crowd to ease.
And then... there was Kamil. He materialized in front of me after running to where we were from the hotel and made it there in a minute. He hauled his daughter up in his arms, and made a path for us to pass through.
Sigh.
Thank you, Allah for the help and for the angels you sent.
And I have sooo many, many things to share about my journey. Every single thing that happened I want to blog about. Tapi… macam dah lama tersimpan and some have started to slip away. Shame.
Anyway, it is quite hard to write about my Umrah trip actually…because there were sooo many things that happened. I have been thinking for quite a bit before I drift off to sleep every night the best way to capture everything here, but couldn't quite get an idea how.
So now, I have decided that I am just going to write about everything that came to mind. It will be jumbled up, mind you so look away if you have pening-pening lalat tendencies, eh ?
The thing that came to my mind about now is Adik. She had been wonderful. Aku bersyukur sangat aku hantar dia masuk sekolah Integrasi Agama because she was at ease with us being in the mosques day in and day out. No complaints, no tantrums. She prayed, apa saja sembahyang sunat yang ada she will do and whatever she didn’t know it was so easy to teach her, she mengaji Quran and when she was done with that she took the initiative to do hafazan, she dzikired with her brand new spanking tasbih, she slept when she was tired, she socialized with the other kids … basically, she was no bother at all.
There was only one day saja dia menangis and that was when she slept in between Maghrib and Isyak. Sememangnya she had always woken up on the wrong side of the bed… just like bapak eh. Therefore I swiftly posted her to the bapak eh to handle.
The best thing was, she was so much loved. The Arabs are crazy over kids because she always came back to the hotel with food. Sweets, kurmas, pretzels, drinks, chocolates… anything that anybody has, will always be extended to her.
Not to mention on the amount of cuddlings and kisses she got ! There were always people who stopped her for a hug or touched her face with awe and love, saying “Masya-Allah !” over and over again and murmurings in exotic languages.
Even the stern female guards at the doors of Masjid Nabawi were kind to her. They stopped their yellings of “Ibu ! Ibu ! Ibu ! Periksa ! Periksa ! Periksa ! Hajjah ! Hajjah !” and whatnots to hug her, or smile kindly and say, “Masya-Allah!” in the softest of tones, or just chucking her chin ! At first we were confused and she herself was scared because not a second ago they were yelling but after awhile we got used to it.
Such a wonder.
The guards at Masjidil Haram were much, much kinder so when they stopped her for a hug we were not that bothered. They even smiled at me while they checked my bag… Hahah…
Apart from that, the other jemaahs would always ask if she was mine. One man asked me, “Malaysia ?” and when I said yes, he pointed to my daughter and asked with crinkled forehead, “Pakistan ?”. I answered with, “Mine !”
Once while we waited for Isyak, a Turkish lady asked me, “Children ? Children ?” while gesturing at me and my daughter. I said, “Yes, of course !” and she frowned.
And when it happened again, another lady who said, “You China ? She Pakistan ?” and all her friends looked at us with curiosity, I answered with, “Papa Pakistan…” and they went, “Oohh………….”
Selamat. Satgi depa kata aku kidnap anak Pakistan mana, mampuih aku.
Tapi budak ni lah pulak menjerit, "Ha ? Abah Pakistan ?" Hissh !!!
There was one time in Masjidil Haram, she was reading surah Yassin softly. A lady behind her scooted nearer to hear her read. The lady then said something we couldn’t understand but my mom suggested that maybe she wanted Adik to read the verses louder, so she did. The lady then alerted her friends and they all kurumun-ed her, listening to her read in wonder. They shook their heads and listened until she was done. Of course there were rounds of kisses for her !
When a jemaah gave her 10 Riyal, she donated it to the street children.
And she was always, always very concerned about the illegal peddlers that littered the streets of Madinah and Makkah. On our first day in Madinah, our very first trip to Masjid Nabawi, while feeling the euphoria and excitement to enter the mosque, our eyes busy drinking in the scenery, out of the blue there were sirens and mayhem ensued. We suddenly found ourselves trapped in the middle of escaping peddlers and the policemen who chased them. It was chaotic and funny.
However, the very next day when they were back, Adik frowned at them and worriedly pointing them to me. “They are still here …” she whispered.
When the same thing happened to the peddlers in Makkah, one of them swung her bundle to her shoulder in flight, and it hit her. Lagilah bertambah tension anak aku.
Heheh... Dugaan, dik.
Something happened to us though, right after Friday prayers. For some reason, they closed one of the manay, many doors of the masjid and cordoned off a section of the compound outside Masjidil Haram. It created a terrible bottleneck and we were all pushed together like sardines. People were pushing and jostling as they fought their way out. I felt so suffocated and was finding it hard to breathe.
I looked at my daughter and she did not look good. She looked like she could collapse any time. I removed her telekung and was fending her from the pushings as much as I could. My mom and I were praying hard for safety and way out of the very, very tight and constricting space.
Suddenly, and oh very suddenly… there was a clearing around Adik. For some reason, nobody was around the perimeter and she could breathe better. Only by the Grace of Allah could that happen. My mother and I was shocked beyond believe. We pushed forward and we finally could make it to a lamp post.
Kamil then called. He was already at the hotel and was oblivious to our plight. He had wanted to come and help but I stopped him because I was worried about Abang. I told him to stay where he is. I told my mom, only Allah could help us now as the pushings have started again.
I tried to carry her, like I used to do when she was smaller but I can't. When did she get too big for me ? I got so desperate that I begged another man to help carry her but he shook his head. He either refused or couldn’t understand me. Terrible. I was in despair.
The lamp post where we sought refuge was encased at the bottom with cement, wider than the pole itself and could be sat on. In fact some men were already sitting on it. We bumped into another jemaah from Malaysia who we were friendly with there and the 3 of us decided to lift Adik up and let her sit on the casing.
We couldn’t. None of us could carry her. I had started to cry when suddenly in front of me, a huge Arab or Turkish lady appeared out of nowhere. Seriously, she just appeared because I was looking right in front of me and she wasn’t there. I blinked and there she was…
Anyway, she straight away plucked my daughter up with one hand and put her on the encasement. Effortlessly, I must add. There were no words exchanged between us but she knew what was wrong and acted. In fact she went right to it. Relief couldn't even describe what I was feeling.
This lady hugged and kissed my daughter, offered her cheese and bread, and while my daughter ate, she caressed her face. We left her to it while we waited for the crowd to ease.
And then... there was Kamil. He materialized in front of me after running to where we were from the hotel and made it there in a minute. He hauled his daughter up in his arms, and made a path for us to pass through.
Sigh.
Thank you, Allah for the help and for the angels you sent.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Makkah
I am home. Kelmarin lagi dah sampai.
Penat... but also happy. And I feel soo satisfied.
I had a smashing time. And emotional time.
Boss thought I should feel refreshed coming back from a holiday. But.. it is not a holiday boss. It is a pilgrimage. We were in the mosque all the time, praying and reading the Quran all the time. Hotel was just a place to sleep.
I didn't even have the time to shop ! Only managed one sejadah and one jubah for ihram for myself. Other than that mostly stuffs for other people.
And although it was hectic, I loved it. I am actually quite spent emotionally, crying all the time... at Masjid Nabawi, and Masjidil Haram looking at the Kaabah but... I loved it. I want to go again. London couldn't even compare. Sightseeing at St James Park couldn't compete with tawaf around Kaabah at 3 am like we did. Or jostling with other jemaahs to have a peek of Maqam Ibrahim. Shopping at Selfridges seemed so insignificant when compared to praying in Rawdah.. Buckingham Palace paled in comparison to even a glimpse of Maqam Rasullulah.
It was totally surreal.
Totally an amazing experience.
Masya-Allah.
Penat... but also happy. And I feel soo satisfied.
I had a smashing time. And emotional time.
Boss thought I should feel refreshed coming back from a holiday. But.. it is not a holiday boss. It is a pilgrimage. We were in the mosque all the time, praying and reading the Quran all the time. Hotel was just a place to sleep.
I didn't even have the time to shop ! Only managed one sejadah and one jubah for ihram for myself. Other than that mostly stuffs for other people.
And although it was hectic, I loved it. I am actually quite spent emotionally, crying all the time... at Masjid Nabawi, and Masjidil Haram looking at the Kaabah but... I loved it. I want to go again. London couldn't even compare. Sightseeing at St James Park couldn't compete with tawaf around Kaabah at 3 am like we did. Or jostling with other jemaahs to have a peek of Maqam Ibrahim. Shopping at Selfridges seemed so insignificant when compared to praying in Rawdah.. Buckingham Palace paled in comparison to even a glimpse of Maqam Rasullulah.
It was totally surreal.
Totally an amazing experience.
Masya-Allah.
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Sigh....
I seem to have some time to write... but I don't know what about.
Maybe about the explosion of zits on my face. There are many, many of them. I don't know how else to control it. Tension. Lagi aku tension lagi bertambah. But how lah not to tension ?
The work is going well. Meaning it is not going well for the clients.
What else ?
No more movies that reminds me of anything. I am duly not going through the memory lane.
Am excited about Mekah though. Very excited. Tak sabar. But before I go, kerja kena siap dulu. Sigh.....
Had Japanese food just now. Yeah I know, Japanese food in Thailand but I tell you it is the best so far. Aku tak tahu kalau kat Jepun is better but Japanese restaurants in KL cannot lawan one.
I got pictures. But no alat-alat to transfer.
Aku serik pegi massage. Sebab the place that we frequent tu ada satu minah ni yang tak pandai urut. Tapi dah dua kali pegi aku asyik dapat dia aje. Tak samapi hati lak mintak tukaq. Satgi boss dia fire dia lak. So nak tak nak I have to endure. Sian aku.
Kamil brought the kids tengok wayang. Sedih jugak sebab cannot wait for me.
Not having dinner as still full from lunch so.... I am going to finish up my reports. Yeap, ada plural di situ.
No, jangan tension. Karang naik lagi satu. But I don't know where the jerawat can bertenggek sebab there is no place on my face anymore.
Oh yeah, Kamil said he a pressie for me. I told him to give it to me before I leave for Bangkok sebab kalau lepas aku pi Bangkok nampak macam Valentine's Day present pulak. Kang Allah marah. Kita nak pi Mekah ni.
Dia kata takpa, he will give to me before Valentine's Day. Huh. Tactic tak menjadi. Apa benda yang dia nak bagi yek ? Aku takut gak.... I know... how can I be scared of presents ? Sebab sekali dia bagi aku madu yang bukan dalam botol punya and bukan dari lebah, susah jugak. He sometimes has a wicked sense of humour.
Sigh...
Well... watch this space if you wanna know.
Ta-ra.
Maybe about the explosion of zits on my face. There are many, many of them. I don't know how else to control it. Tension. Lagi aku tension lagi bertambah. But how lah not to tension ?
The work is going well. Meaning it is not going well for the clients.
What else ?
No more movies that reminds me of anything. I am duly not going through the memory lane.
Am excited about Mekah though. Very excited. Tak sabar. But before I go, kerja kena siap dulu. Sigh.....
Had Japanese food just now. Yeah I know, Japanese food in Thailand but I tell you it is the best so far. Aku tak tahu kalau kat Jepun is better but Japanese restaurants in KL cannot lawan one.
I got pictures. But no alat-alat to transfer.
Aku serik pegi massage. Sebab the place that we frequent tu ada satu minah ni yang tak pandai urut. Tapi dah dua kali pegi aku asyik dapat dia aje. Tak samapi hati lak mintak tukaq. Satgi boss dia fire dia lak. So nak tak nak I have to endure. Sian aku.
Kamil brought the kids tengok wayang. Sedih jugak sebab cannot wait for me.
Not having dinner as still full from lunch so.... I am going to finish up my reports. Yeap, ada plural di situ.
No, jangan tension. Karang naik lagi satu. But I don't know where the jerawat can bertenggek sebab there is no place on my face anymore.
Oh yeah, Kamil said he a pressie for me. I told him to give it to me before I leave for Bangkok sebab kalau lepas aku pi Bangkok nampak macam Valentine's Day present pulak. Kang Allah marah. Kita nak pi Mekah ni.
Dia kata takpa, he will give to me before Valentine's Day. Huh. Tactic tak menjadi. Apa benda yang dia nak bagi yek ? Aku takut gak.... I know... how can I be scared of presents ? Sebab sekali dia bagi aku madu yang bukan dalam botol punya and bukan dari lebah, susah jugak. He sometimes has a wicked sense of humour.
Sigh...
Well... watch this space if you wanna know.
Ta-ra.
Sunday, February 05, 2012
Kerana cerita bodoh Jeff Bridges
Am in Bangkok already. Dah pi pusing-pusing sat but I really can't have my day of leisure long. I have a report to submit and until that is done, I would always be on edge.
Anyway, was watching a movie on HBO just now. Saw it right in the middle so can't really understand what was going on. Anyway, Jeff Bridges and Stacy Keach are in it and a bit of boxing and I do not know how Keach and Bridges' stories are connected. They have been on separate scenes so far. Haha..
Anyway, Keach was in a bar and met a woman that he apprently took a fancy on. I dunno why because she ain't pretty and a drunkard. I gathered that all her men hit her and Keach said, "I have never hit a woman in my life..." and kept repeating it and then, they seemed to have hooked up.
Sweet in a disturbing sort of way.
Anyway, after missing a few scenes I saw him cooking while she was sleeping in bed. He forced her to eat but she didn't want to and of course when he relented she suddenly wanted to ! Women ! Hehhehe...
Whatever it is, he seemed like a good man and you know something that woman really needs to get her life back on track.... And looking at him, I was reminded of something my husband did about 2 days ago.
We just got out of the shower when he suddenly pulled me in his arms. He looked at me with this narrowed eyes and I was expecting one of those "You have done something wrong, madam and you are gonna get an earful from me..", but totally blew my mind away by asking, "When was the last time I told you I love you ?"
Eh ? I was flabbergasted. Excuse me ? What ?
I couldn't think at all. I wasn't expecting that. I gulped while trying to think and not look like a ninny. I should have been chanelling my inner Marilyn Monroe or Elizabeth Taylor or those 50s sexy sirens. I should have raised an eyebrow and said, "Well.. I am due for one right now..." and sexily puffed out the smoke from the cigarette that was suddenly dangling effortlessly from my hand. Haha... Berangan.
But instead, I only managed to look at him wide eyes and shrugged. Shrugged !!!
Damn.
He then cupped my face and said in earnest, "Well...I love you..." and I totally melted.
Sigh...............
Darn it.. Sila muntah sekarang.
Haha..
Anyway, was watching a movie on HBO just now. Saw it right in the middle so can't really understand what was going on. Anyway, Jeff Bridges and Stacy Keach are in it and a bit of boxing and I do not know how Keach and Bridges' stories are connected. They have been on separate scenes so far. Haha..
Anyway, Keach was in a bar and met a woman that he apprently took a fancy on. I dunno why because she ain't pretty and a drunkard. I gathered that all her men hit her and Keach said, "I have never hit a woman in my life..." and kept repeating it and then, they seemed to have hooked up.
Sweet in a disturbing sort of way.
Anyway, after missing a few scenes I saw him cooking while she was sleeping in bed. He forced her to eat but she didn't want to and of course when he relented she suddenly wanted to ! Women ! Hehhehe...
Whatever it is, he seemed like a good man and you know something that woman really needs to get her life back on track.... And looking at him, I was reminded of something my husband did about 2 days ago.
We just got out of the shower when he suddenly pulled me in his arms. He looked at me with this narrowed eyes and I was expecting one of those "You have done something wrong, madam and you are gonna get an earful from me..", but totally blew my mind away by asking, "When was the last time I told you I love you ?"
Eh ? I was flabbergasted. Excuse me ? What ?
I couldn't think at all. I wasn't expecting that. I gulped while trying to think and not look like a ninny. I should have been chanelling my inner Marilyn Monroe or Elizabeth Taylor or those 50s sexy sirens. I should have raised an eyebrow and said, "Well.. I am due for one right now..." and sexily puffed out the smoke from the cigarette that was suddenly dangling effortlessly from my hand. Haha... Berangan.
But instead, I only managed to look at him wide eyes and shrugged. Shrugged !!!
Damn.
He then cupped my face and said in earnest, "Well...I love you..." and I totally melted.
Sigh...............
Darn it.. Sila muntah sekarang.
Haha..
Saturday, February 04, 2012
Hmmm........
The kids are asleep. Kamil is downstairs watching the telly. I am on the bed, trying to get my bearings right.
I am quite poorly. Been sick since Tuesday. Dunno why I was woken up in the wee hours of that Tuesday morning by this hacking cough. I was coughing like mad in the office so much so by afternoon, my voice was already scratchy.
I could only manage to go for a quick visit to the Doctor's before rushing back to the office. I scoffed a bar of Picnic in the car and that was considered as my lunch. I worked but I can't concentrate as by that time everytime I cough, it sort of pulled all the muscles in my head with it and by 5, I was already nursing a headache.
Can't continue working at home as body had started aching. Kamil commented on my warm skin but Wednesday morning I still dragged myself out of bed.
Tried to work and put up with all the crap at the office. I was trying to ignore the pain and trying to forget how pissed off I was.
Yeah, let's not talk about that one. But I must tell you my annoyance and anger was quite severe that I was contemplating of just throwing the towel and give up.
Sigh... Too bad I love my job too much to do that.
So I tried to concentrate on work the whole darn week. Come Friday when one of my staff was on MC, I couldn't help but feel how unjust everything is. I should have been on MC since Tuesday. My body ache so, my throat do not just have frogs, but bears and racoons, too.
That is why today, after the flurry of classes and preparation for Bangkok and Umrah, I suddenly found myself awaken from slumber. Just too tired. Too darn sick, too.
I need a rest.
I didn't finish up my work. Malam semalam had a Chinese New Year dinner at my ex-boss' house. Pegi jugak walaupun I felt like tumbang-ing.
Sigh.......
Work........
Oh yeah, Thursday we were summoned to the Group CEO's office. Dah lah demam, dok ketaq pulak tu. But he was nice. He said hai and smiled.
So, okay kot.
Hehehhe...
I am quite poorly. Been sick since Tuesday. Dunno why I was woken up in the wee hours of that Tuesday morning by this hacking cough. I was coughing like mad in the office so much so by afternoon, my voice was already scratchy.
I could only manage to go for a quick visit to the Doctor's before rushing back to the office. I scoffed a bar of Picnic in the car and that was considered as my lunch. I worked but I can't concentrate as by that time everytime I cough, it sort of pulled all the muscles in my head with it and by 5, I was already nursing a headache.
Can't continue working at home as body had started aching. Kamil commented on my warm skin but Wednesday morning I still dragged myself out of bed.
Tried to work and put up with all the crap at the office. I was trying to ignore the pain and trying to forget how pissed off I was.
Yeah, let's not talk about that one. But I must tell you my annoyance and anger was quite severe that I was contemplating of just throwing the towel and give up.
Sigh... Too bad I love my job too much to do that.
So I tried to concentrate on work the whole darn week. Come Friday when one of my staff was on MC, I couldn't help but feel how unjust everything is. I should have been on MC since Tuesday. My body ache so, my throat do not just have frogs, but bears and racoons, too.
That is why today, after the flurry of classes and preparation for Bangkok and Umrah, I suddenly found myself awaken from slumber. Just too tired. Too darn sick, too.
I need a rest.
I didn't finish up my work. Malam semalam had a Chinese New Year dinner at my ex-boss' house. Pegi jugak walaupun I felt like tumbang-ing.
Sigh.......
Work........
Oh yeah, Thursday we were summoned to the Group CEO's office. Dah lah demam, dok ketaq pulak tu. But he was nice. He said hai and smiled.
So, okay kot.
Hehehhe...
Abang
About two days ago Abang called me around 5. After the customary hello, he started "Mummy just now I was talking to Jais (next door neighbour) and he can speak English ! You know their orange cat ? His name is Fendi and then while we were talking kan he played with my hand.... He is soooo cute.. !! And the white cat kan, you know Fendi's brother his name is Gucci but he wasn't there when we were talking and blah, blah, blah.. so cute... And then Moggy... blah, blah, blah..... "
And he prattled on and on and on until, "Lepas tu mak Jais joined and she asked me if I want to go over to their house to play... " Then a pause.
"Can I go, Mummy ?" He asked, unsuccesfully trying to stem his eagerness, trying to sound nonchalant.
"It's okay lah if I cannot go.. Saya tak kisah.... But kalau saya pegi I promise I will come home before 6.30..."
Hhehehe..... Aku saja je diam, just wanna make him squirm. When I finally answered, "Don't be late....", I could hear his exhale of relief.
Hehhehe.... Intro punya panjang... Sian anak aku.
Dok pulun siapkan kerja ni. Esok nak pi Bangkok for a week but I still have reports to issue.
Lepas tu balik dari Bangkok for 2 days, then Mekah.
Alhamdullilah.
And he prattled on and on and on until, "Lepas tu mak Jais joined and she asked me if I want to go over to their house to play... " Then a pause.
"Can I go, Mummy ?" He asked, unsuccesfully trying to stem his eagerness, trying to sound nonchalant.
"It's okay lah if I cannot go.. Saya tak kisah.... But kalau saya pegi I promise I will come home before 6.30..."
Hhehehe..... Aku saja je diam, just wanna make him squirm. When I finally answered, "Don't be late....", I could hear his exhale of relief.
Hehhehe.... Intro punya panjang... Sian anak aku.
Dok pulun siapkan kerja ni. Esok nak pi Bangkok for a week but I still have reports to issue.
Lepas tu balik dari Bangkok for 2 days, then Mekah.
Alhamdullilah.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Update
I have spoken to si Kamilnya about having a casual look at the old house but he said dia baruuuu saja lalu 2 weeks ago. And the house remained the same, still tak cantik.
Hmmm....... I just wish he would just tell me the truth i.e. Malaslah nak pegi !! Takyah lah nak buat citer baru lalu lah, hapa lah.
Anyway, we love Ginger Ales in this house. I drink it because I... ermm.... have trouble dispensing wind from my body... heheh... A can of ginger ale left opened until the gas dissipates is a very good way to help them out.
Anyway Kamil bought 5 cans the day before and by today there were none in the fridge.
Sapa minum ? he asked with a very garang voice.
He wish.
Because his daughter without fear answered,
"Saya minum.
Sedap.
When I take a sip, I feel so cosy.
So I drink the whole thing.
I cannot help myself."
The guy who still feels he is to be feared roared, "5 cans ! You drank all five !"
Abang didn't say anything. Adik again answered, "Next time buy 10 !"
I can't help but sniggered because Kamil just could not give a witty comeback.
Hehhehe...
Anyway... just now Kamil dengan confidentnya asked me, "Kat mana nak beli baja lalang ?"
Hmmm......... Patut le cannot win argument with his daughter.
Hmmm....... I just wish he would just tell me the truth i.e. Malaslah nak pegi !! Takyah lah nak buat citer baru lalu lah, hapa lah.
Anyway, we love Ginger Ales in this house. I drink it because I... ermm.... have trouble dispensing wind from my body... heheh... A can of ginger ale left opened until the gas dissipates is a very good way to help them out.
Anyway Kamil bought 5 cans the day before and by today there were none in the fridge.
Sapa minum ? he asked with a very garang voice.
He wish.
Because his daughter without fear answered,
"Saya minum.
Sedap.
When I take a sip, I feel so cosy.
So I drink the whole thing.
I cannot help myself."
The guy who still feels he is to be feared roared, "5 cans ! You drank all five !"
Abang didn't say anything. Adik again answered, "Next time buy 10 !"
I can't help but sniggered because Kamil just could not give a witty comeback.
Hehhehe...
Anyway... just now Kamil dengan confidentnya asked me, "Kat mana nak beli baja lalang ?"
Hmmm......... Patut le cannot win argument with his daughter.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Misteri rumah buruk
Last night we passed by a fast food restaurant and saw a not-so-young lady sitting alone. She looked a bit despondent, a bit sad so probably that was why Kamil asked, “Apalah dia buat sorang-sorang tu…”.
For me, the sight of her reminded me of someone that used to intrigue me.
A long, long time ago in land, not that far away from where I work now but can take such a long time to get to due to hell on earth traffic called KL, I earned my keep at a place called ISB. It is situated in a huge house, so very near to Pavilion that I used to walk there in search of sustenance. Anyway, the office was flanked with lived-in houses left, right and at the front.
It is a nice area, where only the rich can afford to live but the house right in front of our office was rundown. It boasts the biggest land on that road but the land was unkempt, the house looked like it is going to crumble any minute… er… well, from what we can see lah. We can’t really see the whole house because it is obscured by this huge spanking tree buuutt…. what we can see (the right side of the house) definitely looked crumbly. Trust me.
I am a very curious person. Not nosy. I am just curious. Who wouldn’t if rumah cantik keliling but tetiba ada lak satu nak runtuh macam rumah nenek kebayan (btw my Tok Cik mengaku dia nenek kebayan… So….. ) ? I hardly ever see cars go in and out and the only vehicle I can see from my point of view is a dilapidated small truck.
I had always thought that since the house could have fetched at least RM20 million, considering where it is, so why can’t the occupants just buy a nicer house somewhere cheaper and a darn car ? And maybe a broom to sweep the lawn of the dried leaves ? So of course that question begets another question which is, who lives there ? Someone who used to be rich ? Why are they still staying there ? Why ? Why ? Why ?
Nak dijadikan cerita one day as I was about to get into Kamil’s car for lunch, I saw a Chinese lady walking from the house towards the gate. Oohh… finally.. proof of life ! From far she looked very nice and tall and slim, with leggings and huge celeb sunnies, holding a brolly.
I asked Kamil to wait as I seriously want to get a good look at her but the full frontal view was disappointing. Ghastly even… Ish.,.. tak baiknya. My apologies if some of you are offended but that was what I truly felt when I saw her. The lady sported a flower tucked behind her ear and she was smiling shyly but the ghastly bit was the shocking pink lipstick and rouge which looked like it was applied roughly, in the dark.. while riding a roller-coaster. She walked past by us and from behind we could see the sway of her walk which was really cute and girly. Memang tak matching.
Kamil and I were rather disturbed what with the house and then her looking like that and we talked the whole way to a shopping complex. We went to the food court and lo and behold there she was. She was sitting alone, sipping drinks and still with the shy smile on her face.
We dragged our meal because she looked like she was waiting for someone and we just wanted to see who it was (okay, okay, maybe this part is more nosy than curious) but he or she didn’t materialize. So we left.
I didn’t see her again until one day I walked to the shopping complex on my own and while I ate, she sat near my table. No flower, but celeb sunnies remained there and the shy smile still plastered on her face. Again she was alone and I waited almost 1 and a half hours just to see if she was really meeting someone.
No. I didn’t see anyone.
After that I see her sometimes, at the food court sipping a drink. Always. Once I saw her returned to the house, on foot again, faithful brolly never leaving her ..err…. head. It was about 3pm so no wonder she never left before me.
I tried to ask about her but nobody seems to know. Well… memandangkan we don’t mix with the neighbours, I could only ask my fellow office mates and unless they have lived there for some time, of course they wouldn’t know about her. I remember showing her to my good friend Sue once but Sue yang merangkap secretary Chairman, yakni owner of the premise pun tak tahu.
But … I am sooo disturbed with the image of her day in and day out alone, waiting there at the food court, never eating from 1 to 3, living in a house of that condition. I just wonder what is her life about, who lives with her and who was she waiting for at the foodcourt ? What is her story ?
And what is the deal with the sunnies ?
And… if she was not working, and nobody seemed to leave the house for work, what did she do for food ?
Why is she always alone ? Why at the food court everyday ?
I never saw her again after I left the company. Admittedly I only ever went to the shopping complex… err…. never… since I left.. Hhehehe….
Hmm….. since my err... curiosity (I don't think intriguity is a word)is refreshed anew, rasa macam nak ajak Kamil pegi aje Sabtu ni… Swing by the old office and see if the house is still there…..
Hmmm……..
Should I ?
Okay, if we really go I am still being curious yeah, not nosy. Definitely not.
For me, the sight of her reminded me of someone that used to intrigue me.
A long, long time ago in land, not that far away from where I work now but can take such a long time to get to due to hell on earth traffic called KL, I earned my keep at a place called ISB. It is situated in a huge house, so very near to Pavilion that I used to walk there in search of sustenance. Anyway, the office was flanked with lived-in houses left, right and at the front.
It is a nice area, where only the rich can afford to live but the house right in front of our office was rundown. It boasts the biggest land on that road but the land was unkempt, the house looked like it is going to crumble any minute… er… well, from what we can see lah. We can’t really see the whole house because it is obscured by this huge spanking tree buuutt…. what we can see (the right side of the house) definitely looked crumbly. Trust me.
I am a very curious person. Not nosy. I am just curious. Who wouldn’t if rumah cantik keliling but tetiba ada lak satu nak runtuh macam rumah nenek kebayan (btw my Tok Cik mengaku dia nenek kebayan… So….. ) ? I hardly ever see cars go in and out and the only vehicle I can see from my point of view is a dilapidated small truck.
I had always thought that since the house could have fetched at least RM20 million, considering where it is, so why can’t the occupants just buy a nicer house somewhere cheaper and a darn car ? And maybe a broom to sweep the lawn of the dried leaves ? So of course that question begets another question which is, who lives there ? Someone who used to be rich ? Why are they still staying there ? Why ? Why ? Why ?
Nak dijadikan cerita one day as I was about to get into Kamil’s car for lunch, I saw a Chinese lady walking from the house towards the gate. Oohh… finally.. proof of life ! From far she looked very nice and tall and slim, with leggings and huge celeb sunnies, holding a brolly.
I asked Kamil to wait as I seriously want to get a good look at her but the full frontal view was disappointing. Ghastly even… Ish.,.. tak baiknya. My apologies if some of you are offended but that was what I truly felt when I saw her. The lady sported a flower tucked behind her ear and she was smiling shyly but the ghastly bit was the shocking pink lipstick and rouge which looked like it was applied roughly, in the dark.. while riding a roller-coaster. She walked past by us and from behind we could see the sway of her walk which was really cute and girly. Memang tak matching.
Kamil and I were rather disturbed what with the house and then her looking like that and we talked the whole way to a shopping complex. We went to the food court and lo and behold there she was. She was sitting alone, sipping drinks and still with the shy smile on her face.
We dragged our meal because she looked like she was waiting for someone and we just wanted to see who it was (okay, okay, maybe this part is more nosy than curious) but he or she didn’t materialize. So we left.
I didn’t see her again until one day I walked to the shopping complex on my own and while I ate, she sat near my table. No flower, but celeb sunnies remained there and the shy smile still plastered on her face. Again she was alone and I waited almost 1 and a half hours just to see if she was really meeting someone.
No. I didn’t see anyone.
After that I see her sometimes, at the food court sipping a drink. Always. Once I saw her returned to the house, on foot again, faithful brolly never leaving her ..err…. head. It was about 3pm so no wonder she never left before me.
I tried to ask about her but nobody seems to know. Well… memandangkan we don’t mix with the neighbours, I could only ask my fellow office mates and unless they have lived there for some time, of course they wouldn’t know about her. I remember showing her to my good friend Sue once but Sue yang merangkap secretary Chairman, yakni owner of the premise pun tak tahu.
But … I am sooo disturbed with the image of her day in and day out alone, waiting there at the food court, never eating from 1 to 3, living in a house of that condition. I just wonder what is her life about, who lives with her and who was she waiting for at the foodcourt ? What is her story ?
And what is the deal with the sunnies ?
And… if she was not working, and nobody seemed to leave the house for work, what did she do for food ?
Why is she always alone ? Why at the food court everyday ?
I never saw her again after I left the company. Admittedly I only ever went to the shopping complex… err…. never… since I left.. Hhehehe….
Hmm….. since my err... curiosity (I don't think intriguity is a word)is refreshed anew, rasa macam nak ajak Kamil pegi aje Sabtu ni… Swing by the old office and see if the house is still there…..
Hmmm……..
Should I ?
Okay, if we really go I am still being curious yeah, not nosy. Definitely not.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Berita terkini hari ini
I know, I know... Two updates in a day ! Shocker ! But I really, really have to write about this.
You guys just wouldn't believe what happened just now.
We went to Seksyen 2 to get our vaccination for Mecca trip. Nothing unusual there. I went in first then Kamil and while Kamil was in, the staffs there said all of us could go in. So I ushered my children in, in the middle of Kamil getting his shot and that is when the unusual happened. My kids went berserk.
Okay berserk is a bit too much, they went nuts.
The gasps and the horrified looks and the realisation of why we were there sort of fleeted before me before the tears started coming. I thought I mentioned many, many times we have to get jabs before we go. Maybe they don't understand what it means. Jabs that is. But knowing my children, they always ask if they don't understand what I say. Always.
So to me I have done my part. I have made the proper announcement and kalau dia orang tak paham... well.... tough. Fuuhh... garang. Heheheh.... No lah. Seriously, I know I have told them.
Anyway both of them started crying. Yang besaq, gemuk gedempoi siap kena tarik pi duduk sebelah the good doctor. He was unconsolable so much so Kamil had to put him on his lap to appease him somehow.
Doctor angkat tangan saja he started wailing and dok suruh doctor tu tunggu sat. Lama-lama aku kata. "I think my penampaq is going to hurt much more than the injection. You want to try for comparison ?" barulah dia sengap.
Yang the little clown girl, the one with so much bravado in her pun sama saja, dua kali lima. Meronta-ronta siap. Drama sungguh !
Aku rasa macam mimpi saja nengok budak-budak tu macam tu. They even went as far as saying that they wouldn't mind not going.
Hampeh betui.
You guys just wouldn't believe what happened just now.
We went to Seksyen 2 to get our vaccination for Mecca trip. Nothing unusual there. I went in first then Kamil and while Kamil was in, the staffs there said all of us could go in. So I ushered my children in, in the middle of Kamil getting his shot and that is when the unusual happened. My kids went berserk.
Okay berserk is a bit too much, they went nuts.
The gasps and the horrified looks and the realisation of why we were there sort of fleeted before me before the tears started coming. I thought I mentioned many, many times we have to get jabs before we go. Maybe they don't understand what it means. Jabs that is. But knowing my children, they always ask if they don't understand what I say. Always.
So to me I have done my part. I have made the proper announcement and kalau dia orang tak paham... well.... tough. Fuuhh... garang. Heheheh.... No lah. Seriously, I know I have told them.
Anyway both of them started crying. Yang besaq, gemuk gedempoi siap kena tarik pi duduk sebelah the good doctor. He was unconsolable so much so Kamil had to put him on his lap to appease him somehow.
Doctor angkat tangan saja he started wailing and dok suruh doctor tu tunggu sat. Lama-lama aku kata. "I think my penampaq is going to hurt much more than the injection. You want to try for comparison ?" barulah dia sengap.
Yang the little clown girl, the one with so much bravado in her pun sama saja, dua kali lima. Meronta-ronta siap. Drama sungguh !
Aku rasa macam mimpi saja nengok budak-budak tu macam tu. They even went as far as saying that they wouldn't mind not going.
Hampeh betui.
Lake Garden
Happy Chinese New Year !!!!!
I don't celebrate sebab nobody invited my to their house buuuutt... I am happy with 2 extra weekends though.
We didn't go anywhere much due to the timbunan of work that I have to clear before February. I am going to Mecca next month and Bangkok the week before Mecca so you can imagine how devastatingly busy I am.
Tu dia, na ? Hehhehe....
We did go to Lake Garden, though. Kamil is bored of walking around our own lake agaknya. Anyway yesterday morning off we went and we arrived in mere 10 minutes. Sooo luxurious to be able to go to KL without being stuck somewhere for a length of time.
Anyway I haven't been in a looong time and I must say it is lovely. It is well kept and there are sooo many things to see. The animals that we can gawk and went Awww... at.. The avian ones, the deers and mousedeer and the kambing... Oh so cute kambings ! And we learned the names of a few familiar trees and we saw Waterlilies ! So pretty.
Plus it is connected to the museum and the Planetarium and the Bird Park and the Butterfly Park, you cannot get bored. There are just sooo many things to do.
That was why we went again this morning.
We found new routes, and quaint park themes and.. well.... I am truly sorry it took me such a long time to return.
When we were small, it had always been Bapak's favourite destination. The last time I went was during Mother's Day where we had a picnic and my siblings surprised mummy and I with a cake. Abang was about 2 at that time.
It sure does bring a lot of memories and if you know me, some old ones would come knocking soon.
Anyway, I do wish they could make our own lake at least half as interesting as Lake Garden. You know, return the ducks, clean it up (needs major work, I know...)and maybe a small petting zoo ?
Ta-ra for now.
PS : Pictures later yeah ? As usual Kamil simpan segala gadget2 kat office.
I don't celebrate sebab nobody invited my to their house buuuutt... I am happy with 2 extra weekends though.
We didn't go anywhere much due to the timbunan of work that I have to clear before February. I am going to Mecca next month and Bangkok the week before Mecca so you can imagine how devastatingly busy I am.
Tu dia, na ? Hehhehe....
We did go to Lake Garden, though. Kamil is bored of walking around our own lake agaknya. Anyway yesterday morning off we went and we arrived in mere 10 minutes. Sooo luxurious to be able to go to KL without being stuck somewhere for a length of time.
Anyway I haven't been in a looong time and I must say it is lovely. It is well kept and there are sooo many things to see. The animals that we can gawk and went Awww... at.. The avian ones, the deers and mousedeer and the kambing... Oh so cute kambings ! And we learned the names of a few familiar trees and we saw Waterlilies ! So pretty.
Plus it is connected to the museum and the Planetarium and the Bird Park and the Butterfly Park, you cannot get bored. There are just sooo many things to do.
That was why we went again this morning.
We found new routes, and quaint park themes and.. well.... I am truly sorry it took me such a long time to return.
When we were small, it had always been Bapak's favourite destination. The last time I went was during Mother's Day where we had a picnic and my siblings surprised mummy and I with a cake. Abang was about 2 at that time.
It sure does bring a lot of memories and if you know me, some old ones would come knocking soon.
Anyway, I do wish they could make our own lake at least half as interesting as Lake Garden. You know, return the ducks, clean it up (needs major work, I know...)and maybe a small petting zoo ?
Ta-ra for now.
PS : Pictures later yeah ? As usual Kamil simpan segala gadget2 kat office.
Monday, January 16, 2012
How your father met me
If I remember my childhood well, it looked like we were forever sitting with Bapak, listening to his stories. Either all of us were on the bed with him (I could never say in bed as it made me feel suffocated sangat… In tang mana ? Dalam tilam ? I don’t get it….), or he is on a chair and all of us scattered on the floor, heads up looking at him or all of us on the sejadahs with him yapping (kelentonging) away.
Sometimes he would voluntarily tell us a story. And some of the times, it would be us who generate the stories with our questions. Anyway, one of our most FAQs was how did he meet our mom ?
Ceritanya sangat pelbagai, which is maybe why we always ask. Whatever it is, it always involve him walking somewhere (Lake Garden, hutan, kampong etc depending on his mood) and a lady in distress shouting for help (mak aku le tuh) due to whatever calamity she was facing that day (buaya, perompak, huge spanking ulau… my mother is sooo prone to danger) and he ended up being the hero who saved her and later fell in love and the rest, as they always say, is history.
Bosan.
I don't remember if my own kids ever asked. And if they did, what was my version of the story. Whatever it is, they asked last week after months and months of watching How I Met Your Mother DVDs.
So….. you can guess how my story went.
I was a prefect in my school and one day whilst I was doing my rounds, I heard a call of distress coming from near the school pond. I ran there as fast I could and the sight that greeted me was troubling indeed. The resident alligator/crocodile of the pond had cornered a boy and was snapping his huge jaws away. Being a prefect and a good Samaritan/heroine that I am, I grabbed a cangkul which just happened to lie about nearby and with precision that defies logic, cangkul-ed the eyes of the said crocodile/alligator (whichever is the biggest lah).
I then jumped over the writhing in agony alligator (I just googled. Gators are bigger) and swept the cowering boy off his feet and took him to safety. He of course fell in love with me and me being a nice person agreed to be his girlfriend even though he showed signs of thinning hair.
Kamil’s face could not be described as his flared nostrils, crinkled forehead and screwed eyes gave me mixed signals. My children liked it though because they giggled the night away.
Sometimes he would voluntarily tell us a story. And some of the times, it would be us who generate the stories with our questions. Anyway, one of our most FAQs was how did he meet our mom ?
Ceritanya sangat pelbagai, which is maybe why we always ask. Whatever it is, it always involve him walking somewhere (Lake Garden, hutan, kampong etc depending on his mood) and a lady in distress shouting for help (mak aku le tuh) due to whatever calamity she was facing that day (buaya, perompak, huge spanking ulau… my mother is sooo prone to danger) and he ended up being the hero who saved her and later fell in love and the rest, as they always say, is history.
Bosan.
I don't remember if my own kids ever asked. And if they did, what was my version of the story. Whatever it is, they asked last week after months and months of watching How I Met Your Mother DVDs.
So….. you can guess how my story went.
I was a prefect in my school and one day whilst I was doing my rounds, I heard a call of distress coming from near the school pond. I ran there as fast I could and the sight that greeted me was troubling indeed. The resident alligator/crocodile of the pond had cornered a boy and was snapping his huge jaws away. Being a prefect and a good Samaritan/heroine that I am, I grabbed a cangkul which just happened to lie about nearby and with precision that defies logic, cangkul-ed the eyes of the said crocodile/alligator (whichever is the biggest lah).
I then jumped over the writhing in agony alligator (I just googled. Gators are bigger) and swept the cowering boy off his feet and took him to safety. He of course fell in love with me and me being a nice person agreed to be his girlfriend even though he showed signs of thinning hair.
Kamil’s face could not be described as his flared nostrils, crinkled forehead and screwed eyes gave me mixed signals. My children liked it though because they giggled the night away.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Not interesting entry...
Say that I am a baker. And I am like one of many, many bakers in the company that employs me, spread between a few divisions, i.e. pudding div, french pastry div, cake div and err.... kuih-kuih melayu div. Each div has its own Head Baker who reports to the Ultimate Baker.
And yesterday was the perjumpaan of all these bakers, across all these various divisions. And boy a lot of thing happened during this meeting, so much so that I pounced on Kamil as soon as I saw him because all the news were already at my throat ready to spew at a very, very fast rate.
Anyway, just to warn you, whatever I wrote down below is not interesting. Just me merakamkan my day as usual...
The chronology of event goes as follows;
Morning coffee : Ultimate Baker came to sit with SS (from Pudding Division) and me at our table. We swallowed our shock quickly, had a brief chat with him before leaving him off to his presentation notes. I wished him luck and for him to have fun and he went, “Break a leg ?”, face full of mischief. I looked at him for awhile with a straight face and said, “Yeah, break a leg…” followed by a megawatt grin and left him in a cloud of waves. I can safely say that I was lucky I remembered to grin.
I am a bit funny when I am around him. I dunno why. With other people, I would have laughed merrily when he said that but with this guy, he somehow brought out the solemn-ness in me.
I was invited for tea with him about 2 months ago and aku being aku instead of saying, “Okay, I am leaving now…” or “So… I am going back now ..” or whatever cool and collected people are wont to do, I said, “J.. I take my leave… Thank you..” as I shook his hand.
He smiled and went, “Ooo…. I take my leave….” comically. I just looked at him, smiled again and left. It is sooo weird. Usually I would have laughed and crack some jokes. But I didn’t. And he is a nice man. He is funny and always joking around so I do not know why I am like that with him. He must think me rude or a one humourless baker.
Sigh…….
Lunch time : Since this is the perjumpaan besar baker-baker company, two of my staffs from PG pun turun sekali. And because it is December and our mid-year review is due, I arranged for them to have ‘talks’ with me and our boss. Elok aku nak panggil K, the no.2 guy for Kuih Melayu Division, Haji called me and said, “Nak pegi dah ke ? I nak introduce you to my team….” This guy is seriously a nice guy but I have been introduced to his team twice already. But just to humour him, I said okay.
He went to look for them while I proceed to my boss and K. Sembang-sembang sekejap and tetiba Haji joined us. I have forgotten why the conversation turned like this as all I can remember is my boss said to Haji, “All my staffs are experienced, so boleh saja kalau Haji nak any of my team….”
Haji grinned widely but before he could say anything, my boss said, “Tapi Cik Puan Kamil tak boleh..” Aku terkejut and aku tengok K pun terkejut. Haji then went to explain that he was the one who wanted to hire me but Mr. L who used to be our Head Baker chop aku first before dia sempat bukak mulut.
My boss geleng-geleng kepala and then mimed a tarik tali at me and….
Tak payah lah aku cerita kan semuanya but man it was awkward.
During our 5 minute break, I was talking to fellow bakers and suddenly he called my name. He has assembled his team and all were grinning at me. He left us to it with “Tak kenal maka tak cinta….”.
A friend came up to me and said, “So… I saw that you were introduced to your new team…..”
Groan.
Seriously, I like Haji. And I like his team. And most importantly I like their err…. subject matter. Kuih Melayu is my favourite. But… seriously, he has to tell me straight. I cannot act with hints.
So last night, I couldn't sleep. Worrying that Ultimate Baker thinks I am a humourless ninny and contemplating why I want Haji to really ask me so much. No more hints..
Hmm...
And yesterday was the perjumpaan of all these bakers, across all these various divisions. And boy a lot of thing happened during this meeting, so much so that I pounced on Kamil as soon as I saw him because all the news were already at my throat ready to spew at a very, very fast rate.
Anyway, just to warn you, whatever I wrote down below is not interesting. Just me merakamkan my day as usual...
The chronology of event goes as follows;
Morning coffee : Ultimate Baker came to sit with SS (from Pudding Division) and me at our table. We swallowed our shock quickly, had a brief chat with him before leaving him off to his presentation notes. I wished him luck and for him to have fun and he went, “Break a leg ?”, face full of mischief. I looked at him for awhile with a straight face and said, “Yeah, break a leg…” followed by a megawatt grin and left him in a cloud of waves. I can safely say that I was lucky I remembered to grin.
I am a bit funny when I am around him. I dunno why. With other people, I would have laughed merrily when he said that but with this guy, he somehow brought out the solemn-ness in me.
I was invited for tea with him about 2 months ago and aku being aku instead of saying, “Okay, I am leaving now…” or “So… I am going back now ..” or whatever cool and collected people are wont to do, I said, “J.. I take my leave… Thank you..” as I shook his hand.
He smiled and went, “Ooo…. I take my leave….” comically. I just looked at him, smiled again and left. It is sooo weird. Usually I would have laughed and crack some jokes. But I didn’t. And he is a nice man. He is funny and always joking around so I do not know why I am like that with him. He must think me rude or a one humourless baker.
Sigh…….
Lunch time : Since this is the perjumpaan besar baker-baker company, two of my staffs from PG pun turun sekali. And because it is December and our mid-year review is due, I arranged for them to have ‘talks’ with me and our boss. Elok aku nak panggil K, the no.2 guy for Kuih Melayu Division, Haji called me and said, “Nak pegi dah ke ? I nak introduce you to my team….” This guy is seriously a nice guy but I have been introduced to his team twice already. But just to humour him, I said okay.
He went to look for them while I proceed to my boss and K. Sembang-sembang sekejap and tetiba Haji joined us. I have forgotten why the conversation turned like this as all I can remember is my boss said to Haji, “All my staffs are experienced, so boleh saja kalau Haji nak any of my team….”
Haji grinned widely but before he could say anything, my boss said, “Tapi Cik Puan Kamil tak boleh..” Aku terkejut and aku tengok K pun terkejut. Haji then went to explain that he was the one who wanted to hire me but Mr. L who used to be our Head Baker chop aku first before dia sempat bukak mulut.
My boss geleng-geleng kepala and then mimed a tarik tali at me and….
Tak payah lah aku cerita kan semuanya but man it was awkward.
During our 5 minute break, I was talking to fellow bakers and suddenly he called my name. He has assembled his team and all were grinning at me. He left us to it with “Tak kenal maka tak cinta….”.
A friend came up to me and said, “So… I saw that you were introduced to your new team…..”
Groan.
Seriously, I like Haji. And I like his team. And most importantly I like their err…. subject matter. Kuih Melayu is my favourite. But… seriously, he has to tell me straight. I cannot act with hints.
So last night, I couldn't sleep. Worrying that Ultimate Baker thinks I am a humourless ninny and contemplating why I want Haji to really ask me so much. No more hints..
Hmm...
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Balanced reporting
So… a reader complained that I do not know how to take care of my husband.
Hmm…. Saying it in English has no impact what-so-ever.
Cakap Melayunya ialah aku tak pandai jaga laki. Haaa………. Baru terasa impaknya.
Zrrruppp ! naik ke dada and translated to my face by considerably pinkening it.
The reason is katanya aku suka nar ngumpat laki aku. That I failed to recognize the nice things he did for me and I chose to concentrate on the ‘trivial’ mistakes he made.
Hmmm..
First question that popped to mind, si Kamil ke tulih ni ?
Naaah… he doesn’t read my blog. I think he doesn’t even remember that I have one. Oppps ! Does that statement constitute as mengumpat laki aku ?
Second thing that came to mind is that how does this person know that he did nice things for me ? He/She mentioned a few things that were true. So… by my power of deduction, I can either say that this person
a) is a friend or an acquaintance
b) got to know about it by reading from my blog
or….
c) Is Kamil. Again… naaahhh……
If you gleaned the information from my blog, dear sir/madam it means that I do say nice things about him. If not how else would you know about the car that he bought me and how much he loves my family ? I cannot only write about his nice stuffs and keep shtoom about his not-so nice stuffs. Ini balanced reporting namanya. I have to be fair.
Plus, if I memuji dia menggunung kang, ada lak yang muntah. Korang jugak tak larat nak baca. Kang ada lak yang comment macam aku sorang aje ada laki baik. Kang ada lak yang start to get defensive and say, “Eleh, laki aku pun macam tu gak… Ingat laki ko sorang aje ke ?”
I know that will be the public outcry because people have grumbled about updates on FB yang ala-ala promote laki sendiri. A fellow blogger once wrote about a friend yang forever complimenting her husband with updates like merdunya suara laki dia bila baca quran etc. Hehhehe….. Teringat pun boleh tergelak. Aku rasa kelakar sangat, selepas feeling nak muntah subsided of course.
And she is not alone. My own FB pun is inundated with updates of kegagahan suami, ke-terer-an suami, betapa indahnya perkahwinan mereka tak seperti orang lain yang huru-hara and the likes. Mula-mula aku okay aje, but lelama when comments like that came from the same person aje, aku pun naik bosan. Macam adik aku kata, dia ni nak bagi orang jealous ke atau nak encourage orang ambik laki dia ?
Hehhehe….
To be honest, I too can write something like, “Terangnya kepala si Kamil seperti Nur yang turun dari syurga ditemani bintang kejora beranak 8”. Boleh…. Tak jadi masalah. Tapi kang korang nak lagi ke kawan ngan aku kalau everytime you guys see me you can’t help but shudder or vomit blood ? Tak pun kalau korang bila nampak Kamil aje dah tak nengok muka dia tapi sibuk nengok sumber Nur itu ?
And tomorrow pulak I write, “Bahagianya makan bersuap ngan Kamil….” Pastu esok-esoknya “Besarnya berlian Kamil beli untuk isteri tersayang (iaitu aku le tuh)”. Korang tak bosan ke ? Tak ? Bosan kan…?
So to me, balanced reporting is best. Dia buat baik aku tulih, and dia buat tak berapa baik pun aku tulih. Tapi semuanya yang I have vetted and decided is okay for public consumption. I definitely did not write about all.
Besides, I like to be honest. And I remember mentioning before that I treat this as my memory keeper. Seriously when we fight, I sometime trawl my blog to get evidence.
Heheh.
Hmm…. Saying it in English has no impact what-so-ever.
Cakap Melayunya ialah aku tak pandai jaga laki. Haaa………. Baru terasa impaknya.
Zrrruppp ! naik ke dada and translated to my face by considerably pinkening it.
The reason is katanya aku suka nar ngumpat laki aku. That I failed to recognize the nice things he did for me and I chose to concentrate on the ‘trivial’ mistakes he made.
Hmmm..
First question that popped to mind, si Kamil ke tulih ni ?
Naaah… he doesn’t read my blog. I think he doesn’t even remember that I have one. Oppps ! Does that statement constitute as mengumpat laki aku ?
Second thing that came to mind is that how does this person know that he did nice things for me ? He/She mentioned a few things that were true. So… by my power of deduction, I can either say that this person
a) is a friend or an acquaintance
b) got to know about it by reading from my blog
or….
c) Is Kamil. Again… naaahhh……
If you gleaned the information from my blog, dear sir/madam it means that I do say nice things about him. If not how else would you know about the car that he bought me and how much he loves my family ? I cannot only write about his nice stuffs and keep shtoom about his not-so nice stuffs. Ini balanced reporting namanya. I have to be fair.
Plus, if I memuji dia menggunung kang, ada lak yang muntah. Korang jugak tak larat nak baca. Kang ada lak yang comment macam aku sorang aje ada laki baik. Kang ada lak yang start to get defensive and say, “Eleh, laki aku pun macam tu gak… Ingat laki ko sorang aje ke ?”
I know that will be the public outcry because people have grumbled about updates on FB yang ala-ala promote laki sendiri. A fellow blogger once wrote about a friend yang forever complimenting her husband with updates like merdunya suara laki dia bila baca quran etc. Hehhehe….. Teringat pun boleh tergelak. Aku rasa kelakar sangat, selepas feeling nak muntah subsided of course.
And she is not alone. My own FB pun is inundated with updates of kegagahan suami, ke-terer-an suami, betapa indahnya perkahwinan mereka tak seperti orang lain yang huru-hara and the likes. Mula-mula aku okay aje, but lelama when comments like that came from the same person aje, aku pun naik bosan. Macam adik aku kata, dia ni nak bagi orang jealous ke atau nak encourage orang ambik laki dia ?
Hehhehe….
To be honest, I too can write something like, “Terangnya kepala si Kamil seperti Nur yang turun dari syurga ditemani bintang kejora beranak 8”. Boleh…. Tak jadi masalah. Tapi kang korang nak lagi ke kawan ngan aku kalau everytime you guys see me you can’t help but shudder or vomit blood ? Tak pun kalau korang bila nampak Kamil aje dah tak nengok muka dia tapi sibuk nengok sumber Nur itu ?
And tomorrow pulak I write, “Bahagianya makan bersuap ngan Kamil….” Pastu esok-esoknya “Besarnya berlian Kamil beli untuk isteri tersayang (iaitu aku le tuh)”. Korang tak bosan ke ? Tak ? Bosan kan…?
So to me, balanced reporting is best. Dia buat baik aku tulih, and dia buat tak berapa baik pun aku tulih. Tapi semuanya yang I have vetted and decided is okay for public consumption. I definitely did not write about all.
Besides, I like to be honest. And I remember mentioning before that I treat this as my memory keeper. Seriously when we fight, I sometime trawl my blog to get evidence.
Heheh.
Sunday, January 08, 2012
Me, control freak ? Really ?
You wouldn't believe what happened to me today. We stopped for gas in PJ, on our way to a very late lunch. Before we could leave, 3 ladies approached us asking for directions to UM.
We explained and explained but they didn't seem to grasp the general whereabouts. Asia Jaya tak tau, Bangsar pun tak tau. Upon questioning we found out that they were from Johor. So, mau tak mau Kamil offered to show them the way.
Kamil stopped at a bus stop in front of UH and got out of the car. I saw him talking to them and then the ladies came to our car and salam-ed my hand. As soon as they left Kamil exclaimed, "You salah dengar. Dia orang bukan nak pegi UM. Nak pegi to a place near UM !"
Can you guys believe it ?
How can he blamed me, saying that I misheard them when they talked to us both at the same time ? I looked at him with this extremely shocked face and he acted like it was nothing. Like he and I actually lived in different dimensions and when those ladies spoke to us, he was really in an alternate universe and was not actually there, sitting beside me in the damn car.
Korang percaya tak laki aku ?
Aku of course naik angin and barulah dia gelak and said, "Habis tu I nak salah kan siapa lagi ?"
Banyak lah muka kau. Why do you need to put blame on situation like this ? There is nothing to blame anything of and it was not a big deal. They failed to mention it, so what ? There was no fight, no bloodshed, no difficulty pun.
I am still reeeling from this episode, seriously. Berapa banyak pergaduhan yang aku kalah sebab benda merepek macam ni lah. Nevermind, I can definitely use this episode in future fights. Heheh.
Anyway, we woke up early this morning. Hantar MJ to the airport to catch his flight to New Zealand. He is taking the year off, to travel and work and hopefully when he comes back, he is refreshed and ready to continue his studies.
Budak-budak sekarang ni seriously mengada.
I am definitely against the idea. I am naturally worried for his safety and the prospect of him actually returning home after 6 months. But then, I have to learn to let go. I learnt from this episode that I am a control freak. I have the need to control the movements of people around me as I think I know best.
Sigh.
Typical huh.
Because we woke up at 5 am and only returned home about 10, Kamil and I fell asleep by 1 pm after trips to the market, and shops and what-nots.
Yawn.
Still sleepy. Night ....
We explained and explained but they didn't seem to grasp the general whereabouts. Asia Jaya tak tau, Bangsar pun tak tau. Upon questioning we found out that they were from Johor. So, mau tak mau Kamil offered to show them the way.
Kamil stopped at a bus stop in front of UH and got out of the car. I saw him talking to them and then the ladies came to our car and salam-ed my hand. As soon as they left Kamil exclaimed, "You salah dengar. Dia orang bukan nak pegi UM. Nak pegi to a place near UM !"
Can you guys believe it ?
How can he blamed me, saying that I misheard them when they talked to us both at the same time ? I looked at him with this extremely shocked face and he acted like it was nothing. Like he and I actually lived in different dimensions and when those ladies spoke to us, he was really in an alternate universe and was not actually there, sitting beside me in the damn car.
Korang percaya tak laki aku ?
Aku of course naik angin and barulah dia gelak and said, "Habis tu I nak salah kan siapa lagi ?"
Banyak lah muka kau. Why do you need to put blame on situation like this ? There is nothing to blame anything of and it was not a big deal. They failed to mention it, so what ? There was no fight, no bloodshed, no difficulty pun.
I am still reeeling from this episode, seriously. Berapa banyak pergaduhan yang aku kalah sebab benda merepek macam ni lah. Nevermind, I can definitely use this episode in future fights. Heheh.
Anyway, we woke up early this morning. Hantar MJ to the airport to catch his flight to New Zealand. He is taking the year off, to travel and work and hopefully when he comes back, he is refreshed and ready to continue his studies.
Budak-budak sekarang ni seriously mengada.
I am definitely against the idea. I am naturally worried for his safety and the prospect of him actually returning home after 6 months. But then, I have to learn to let go. I learnt from this episode that I am a control freak. I have the need to control the movements of people around me as I think I know best.
Sigh.
Typical huh.
Because we woke up at 5 am and only returned home about 10, Kamil and I fell asleep by 1 pm after trips to the market, and shops and what-nots.
Yawn.
Still sleepy. Night ....
Friday, January 06, 2012
Masalah bila umur dah lanjut
Yesterday I had training.
Apparently my boss thought that I needed the be trained to present. It is apparent that he did not read my CV. Not that I think it is his fault that he didn't read it but.. if he had read them he would know that I gave presentations all the time.
During my first job, I had to conduct product presentations to all the major oil and gas companies, apart from managing and completing projects. Plus, he was the one who said that he likes the way I handle my meetings with clients because at the end of it, I always remained in good terms with them. During all our meetings, we have to present to our clients. Always.
So...Aku tak paham. But... it is ok. Pegi ajelah.
Of course all of us had to present. Very much expected. We were given each a topic to talk about and the trainer and the participants will give their comments.
I was stopped halfway during my presentation because I lacked eye contact with my audience. In fact my eyes went around the room. Why ?
Err... because I was looking for inspiration is why. I had to stand there and talk with minimal preparation so mestilah kepala dok berpusing apo ko bondo eh nak cakap ni ? And I can't help if my eyes whirred like my brain when I think.
Heheh.
All in all, the participants liked it. They didn't comment much apart from how they enjoyed my presentation. Cuma... well... the trainer said I present like a story-teller.
Eh ?
Hmmm........ Is that good or bad ?
Anyway, dah alang-alang kat KL tu, Kamil and I went out on a date. Went to KLCC where I forced Kamil to gaze at charm bracelets. Well I did all the gazing while Kamil nengok guna sebelah mata aje...
I love charm bracelets. Dari aku kecik aku naaaakkkk sangat satu. Jealousy is when I saw most of my friends wear one. I remember my friend Z with an Eiffel Tower and a oh-so-cute wrapped present charms dangling from her wrist.
Dah besar nak beli duit tarak.
And dah makin lama rasa macam too old for one.
So semalam ku gagahkan jugak. And Kamil.
Verdict, nak taruh banyak-banyak memang tak cun. One charm is enough.
But... I think I looked too old for one.
Nampak macam bodoh sangat.
Kamil seperti biasa no comment.
Tapi so cute. Cuma tak cute on my wrist.
But I want it. Badly.
Sigh.
Apparently my boss thought that I needed the be trained to present. It is apparent that he did not read my CV. Not that I think it is his fault that he didn't read it but.. if he had read them he would know that I gave presentations all the time.
During my first job, I had to conduct product presentations to all the major oil and gas companies, apart from managing and completing projects. Plus, he was the one who said that he likes the way I handle my meetings with clients because at the end of it, I always remained in good terms with them. During all our meetings, we have to present to our clients. Always.
So...Aku tak paham. But... it is ok. Pegi ajelah.
Of course all of us had to present. Very much expected. We were given each a topic to talk about and the trainer and the participants will give their comments.
I was stopped halfway during my presentation because I lacked eye contact with my audience. In fact my eyes went around the room. Why ?
Err... because I was looking for inspiration is why. I had to stand there and talk with minimal preparation so mestilah kepala dok berpusing apo ko bondo eh nak cakap ni ? And I can't help if my eyes whirred like my brain when I think.
Heheh.
All in all, the participants liked it. They didn't comment much apart from how they enjoyed my presentation. Cuma... well... the trainer said I present like a story-teller.
Eh ?
Hmmm........ Is that good or bad ?
Anyway, dah alang-alang kat KL tu, Kamil and I went out on a date. Went to KLCC where I forced Kamil to gaze at charm bracelets. Well I did all the gazing while Kamil nengok guna sebelah mata aje...
I love charm bracelets. Dari aku kecik aku naaaakkkk sangat satu. Jealousy is when I saw most of my friends wear one. I remember my friend Z with an Eiffel Tower and a oh-so-cute wrapped present charms dangling from her wrist.
Dah besar nak beli duit tarak.
And dah makin lama rasa macam too old for one.
So semalam ku gagahkan jugak. And Kamil.
Verdict, nak taruh banyak-banyak memang tak cun. One charm is enough.
But... I think I looked too old for one.
Nampak macam bodoh sangat.
Kamil seperti biasa no comment.
Tapi so cute. Cuma tak cute on my wrist.
But I want it. Badly.
Sigh.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Busy nya...
I fully expected to wake up with severe sakit pinggang.. Nasib baik tak ada. I woke up with wonderful memories of last night and satisfaction that I had a damn good time.
Belly dancing I semalam ngan kengkawan ketat I. Best !
Pictures ada...but hehhehe.... tarak berani letak....
Anyway lepas kami bergelek sakan semalam, makan... as usual. My mom made mee bandung which my friends proclaimed as delicious. There was also orange cheesecake and brownies... well... sebenarnya bukan brownies but cake that was disguised as brownies...
Lepas tu lepak sambil baring-baring and sembang and gossip....
Kelmarinnya J datang and stayed until 9pm bergossip dengan Kamil. Si Kamil kalau bergossip....orang lain tak ada peluang nak bercakap , hokey.
Last night she went off at midnight. Malu katanya, asyik datang rumah I melepak lama-lama...
Hehehhe... Takde salah nya. We are the best of friends and I love her to bits, so she can tidur rumah aku pun takpa.....
Nice....
Next session at Lina's place. Rumah cikgu... Hehhehe.....
Okay, nak siap. Nak pegi housewarming pulak. Laki aku jeling aje...
Belly dancing I semalam ngan kengkawan ketat I. Best !
Pictures ada...but hehhehe.... tarak berani letak....
Anyway lepas kami bergelek sakan semalam, makan... as usual. My mom made mee bandung which my friends proclaimed as delicious. There was also orange cheesecake and brownies... well... sebenarnya bukan brownies but cake that was disguised as brownies...
Lepas tu lepak sambil baring-baring and sembang and gossip....
Kelmarinnya J datang and stayed until 9pm bergossip dengan Kamil. Si Kamil kalau bergossip....orang lain tak ada peluang nak bercakap , hokey.
Last night she went off at midnight. Malu katanya, asyik datang rumah I melepak lama-lama...
Hehehhe... Takde salah nya. We are the best of friends and I love her to bits, so she can tidur rumah aku pun takpa.....
Nice....
Next session at Lina's place. Rumah cikgu... Hehhehe.....
Okay, nak siap. Nak pegi housewarming pulak. Laki aku jeling aje...
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Perihal gajah dalam bilik....
My husband became sick on Tuesday.
That night my mom hantar rice congee. Sedap.
The next day she sent minestrone soup. Amazing...
Thursday she sent lauk... I forgot what it was.
While he was in the hospital she asked every single day if he wants something for her to cook. Tak payah lah Mom... Makanan spital ada...
Yeah... but tak sedap, she said.
Hehehhe........
Tuesday again and my mom made kari ikan... Sian Kamil... He was sleeping and anak-anak kami balun semuanya.... Luckily he still takde appetite..
Wednesday Mom sent pizza to her son-in-law. Malam she made kari ayam.
Hari ni ? Hehehe..... I am waiting....
Bestnya...
But I am sure, reading this mesti korang tertanya-tanya kan ? I mean, there is a huge elephant in this story that I dare not address.
Sigh....
That night my mom hantar rice congee. Sedap.
The next day she sent minestrone soup. Amazing...
Thursday she sent lauk... I forgot what it was.
While he was in the hospital she asked every single day if he wants something for her to cook. Tak payah lah Mom... Makanan spital ada...
Yeah... but tak sedap, she said.
Hehehhe........
Tuesday again and my mom made kari ikan... Sian Kamil... He was sleeping and anak-anak kami balun semuanya.... Luckily he still takde appetite..
Wednesday Mom sent pizza to her son-in-law. Malam she made kari ayam.
Hari ni ? Hehehe..... I am waiting....
Bestnya...
But I am sure, reading this mesti korang tertanya-tanya kan ? I mean, there is a huge elephant in this story that I dare not address.
Sigh....
Monday, December 26, 2011
Ada ikan pun payah....
We are home. I finally slept on my huge and comfy bed, in a room that has no icicles formed anywhere. Home is indeed sweet, kan ? It is just at the right temperature I want it to be...
Semalam while Kamil was still at the hospital Mom called to say that she has a surprise. Aku pun tunggulah and tetiba muncul my nieces and my mom following from behind, hugging a super huge fish balloon.
Eh ?
Rupa-rupanya it is an air swimming fish, called so because it could fly. We can control its movement by a remote control that moves the tail left and right. It was super cute, with the tail swinging about around the house. It is filled with helium so it is always up in the air therefore sometimes while we were watching the telly, it will bob slowly towards us like a real pet.
Therefore Abang totally loved it.
U-hm... loved.
Early this morning I was rudely woken up by the most pitious cry I have ever heard. I jumped from the bed, went around the room looking for my glasses and raced downstairs while yelling his name.
I found my 11 year old sobbing desolately in the living room, sitting atop my new coffe table while his new giant pet fish bobbing above him. "He is a mess ! All his parts are coming apart !"
I looked at it again and saw the balancer was undone, a fin kelepet ke tepi and the propeller kat belakang was on Abang's lap. Hmmm.....
I looked at my son again and his sobs were heart wrenching. Tears were streaming down his face and he sported a pained look. His huge eyes were trained at me, hoping that I could do something.
I was stumped of what to do. Really aku masih mamai from sleep and I can't think straight. He then opened the manual and read while sobbing, trying to figure out how to re-attach the propeller. I sighed and said, "Come to me baby, don't be sad. I'll buy you a new one...."
Big mistake because he screwed his eyes shut and said, "Tapi kesian lah this little guy... I just cannot replace him ... "
Sigh......
Okay, okay........
Semalam while Kamil was still at the hospital Mom called to say that she has a surprise. Aku pun tunggulah and tetiba muncul my nieces and my mom following from behind, hugging a super huge fish balloon.
Eh ?
Rupa-rupanya it is an air swimming fish, called so because it could fly. We can control its movement by a remote control that moves the tail left and right. It was super cute, with the tail swinging about around the house. It is filled with helium so it is always up in the air therefore sometimes while we were watching the telly, it will bob slowly towards us like a real pet.
Therefore Abang totally loved it.
U-hm... loved.
Early this morning I was rudely woken up by the most pitious cry I have ever heard. I jumped from the bed, went around the room looking for my glasses and raced downstairs while yelling his name.
I found my 11 year old sobbing desolately in the living room, sitting atop my new coffe table while his new giant pet fish bobbing above him. "He is a mess ! All his parts are coming apart !"
I looked at it again and saw the balancer was undone, a fin kelepet ke tepi and the propeller kat belakang was on Abang's lap. Hmmm.....
I looked at my son again and his sobs were heart wrenching. Tears were streaming down his face and he sported a pained look. His huge eyes were trained at me, hoping that I could do something.
I was stumped of what to do. Really aku masih mamai from sleep and I can't think straight. He then opened the manual and read while sobbing, trying to figure out how to re-attach the propeller. I sighed and said, "Come to me baby, don't be sad. I'll buy you a new one...."
Big mistake because he screwed his eyes shut and said, "Tapi kesian lah this little guy... I just cannot replace him ... "
Sigh......
Okay, okay........
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Sejak malam Khamis aku di sini
Al kisah...
Tuesday morning around 10 Kamil called from the office toilet. Stomach pain he said, been purging since he got there and feeling nauseous.
Noon, he called again to say things are progressively getting worse and he felt dizzy.
Afternoon I urged him to go see a doctor.
I arrived home around 6 pm to see a very ashen faced husband. From the time I set foot in the house until about 10 pm, he vomitted like 10 times, couldn't keep anything down. Doctor at the local hospital didn't give him anything for his fever at all.
SO around midnight I took him to SJMC.. or SDMC now. Doctor wanted to hook him up on a saline drip but he refused.
Wednesay and Thursday he got worse. Therefore Thursday night I took him to SDMC again with a night bag on standby in the car. As expected he was admitted.
And so I have been here since Thursday night. It is Saturday and we were hoping that he would be discharged today. No go. He suddenly developed breathing difficulties during the night and has been hooked on nebulizer.
Sigh........
Our children are upset. They have started to get very clingy, calling every hour or so.
I am not upset but the room is really cold. I am left shivering when the sun ain't shining anymore.
Kamil is upset though. He is a terrible patient. No patience what-so-ever !
Tuesday morning around 10 Kamil called from the office toilet. Stomach pain he said, been purging since he got there and feeling nauseous.
Noon, he called again to say things are progressively getting worse and he felt dizzy.
Afternoon I urged him to go see a doctor.
I arrived home around 6 pm to see a very ashen faced husband. From the time I set foot in the house until about 10 pm, he vomitted like 10 times, couldn't keep anything down. Doctor at the local hospital didn't give him anything for his fever at all.
SO around midnight I took him to SJMC.. or SDMC now. Doctor wanted to hook him up on a saline drip but he refused.
Wednesay and Thursday he got worse. Therefore Thursday night I took him to SDMC again with a night bag on standby in the car. As expected he was admitted.
And so I have been here since Thursday night. It is Saturday and we were hoping that he would be discharged today. No go. He suddenly developed breathing difficulties during the night and has been hooked on nebulizer.
Sigh........
Our children are upset. They have started to get very clingy, calling every hour or so.
I am not upset but the room is really cold. I am left shivering when the sun ain't shining anymore.
Kamil is upset though. He is a terrible patient. No patience what-so-ever !
Monday, December 19, 2011
Quick updates
So…
Last night I had a girls’ night out. We didn’t go far. Dinner at Tupai2 section 13 aje. We went quite early and came home very,very late. Husbands duly notified of course.
We are lucky, all 5 of us as husbands already expected that we are coming home late. Bukannya buat selalu pun. Hehhe…. So when I hantar Amelia and Min home, takde lak drama laki tak nak bukak pintu… HEhhehe…. Jubei’s husband picked her up at my house and Cho… her daughter, mom and siblings waited up for her. Cho is based in Labuan now and she came back for work… So probably her husband waited in Labuan for her call to say that she is already home safe.
Back at work. Problems and worry came back too. Whether we can make the target. Deliver all that is expected. Worrisome, that.
Abang had his snip-snip 2 weeks ago. Sian anak mak. I didn’t do a thing. I didn’t even take a look. Well, I saw… But it was all accidental. And I didn’t sleep a wink that night because it looked monstrous. I was shocked beyond belief at the sight of it. I was convinced it didn’t go well at all, the healing and the actual snip-snip. I thought I saw pus, is why. So I woke up at the wrong side of the bed the next morning, berated Kamil for not taking a closer and proper look at my son’s wee wee and begged my mom to do something.
Anyway, apart from that episode, I let Kamil handled it. It is in his familiar territory anyway. He tried to be very gallant about it, you know being in charge. Tried is the operative word because it didn’t last long. He snapped when I refused to have a look. But I reasoned that I wouldn’t know what to look for anyway. And I promised him when Adik gave birth I will be there. This is really a man’s thing. I have no business poking my nose in this.
He is okay now. And looked so grown for some reason. Anak mak dah besar… WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!
Had a karaoke session with my siblings during the weekend. Biasalah, kena melayan MI. It is our duty to actually entertain him. I have no idea who died and made us his court jester. Adik wouldn’t let go of the mike. She sang every song there is to be sung. Yang mana dia tak tahu pun she duly read the lyrics. Heheheh…
Abang is a serious singer. He didn’t dance or even tap his feet. He stood up straight and sang, face all solemn. Pelik.
Hehhehe…
Saja nak cerita. One day, after like one whole day of bersabar with Adik’s mucking and clowning about, I said in exasperation, “Kenapalah I am given a clown instead of a princess ?” She stopped being noisy and said, “Allah is punishing you, of course. There must be something that you did !”
*Groan*
Last night I had a girls’ night out. We didn’t go far. Dinner at Tupai2 section 13 aje. We went quite early and came home very,very late. Husbands duly notified of course.
We are lucky, all 5 of us as husbands already expected that we are coming home late. Bukannya buat selalu pun. Hehhe…. So when I hantar Amelia and Min home, takde lak drama laki tak nak bukak pintu… HEhhehe…. Jubei’s husband picked her up at my house and Cho… her daughter, mom and siblings waited up for her. Cho is based in Labuan now and she came back for work… So probably her husband waited in Labuan for her call to say that she is already home safe.
Back at work. Problems and worry came back too. Whether we can make the target. Deliver all that is expected. Worrisome, that.
Abang had his snip-snip 2 weeks ago. Sian anak mak. I didn’t do a thing. I didn’t even take a look. Well, I saw… But it was all accidental. And I didn’t sleep a wink that night because it looked monstrous. I was shocked beyond belief at the sight of it. I was convinced it didn’t go well at all, the healing and the actual snip-snip. I thought I saw pus, is why. So I woke up at the wrong side of the bed the next morning, berated Kamil for not taking a closer and proper look at my son’s wee wee and begged my mom to do something.
Anyway, apart from that episode, I let Kamil handled it. It is in his familiar territory anyway. He tried to be very gallant about it, you know being in charge. Tried is the operative word because it didn’t last long. He snapped when I refused to have a look. But I reasoned that I wouldn’t know what to look for anyway. And I promised him when Adik gave birth I will be there. This is really a man’s thing. I have no business poking my nose in this.
He is okay now. And looked so grown for some reason. Anak mak dah besar… WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!
Had a karaoke session with my siblings during the weekend. Biasalah, kena melayan MI. It is our duty to actually entertain him. I have no idea who died and made us his court jester. Adik wouldn’t let go of the mike. She sang every song there is to be sung. Yang mana dia tak tahu pun she duly read the lyrics. Heheheh…
Abang is a serious singer. He didn’t dance or even tap his feet. He stood up straight and sang, face all solemn. Pelik.
Hehhehe…
Saja nak cerita. One day, after like one whole day of bersabar with Adik’s mucking and clowning about, I said in exasperation, “Kenapalah I am given a clown instead of a princess ?” She stopped being noisy and said, “Allah is punishing you, of course. There must be something that you did !”
*Groan*
Thursday, December 08, 2011
Sigh
Hey fellas...
It is not that I didn't want to write... or I don't have anything to write about.
I have plenty to write about, actually.
Recent holiday we took,
Abang sunat (Owww !),
Work,
Preparation for future trip (this is the best part)
But work happened. I just did not have any time at all to squeeze in blogging.
Nada.
I have some time now... but I can only manage bits and pieces of news only. I really have to return to my work.
Kamil said work will never end. True, but if I stop then it will pile up and then it will really never end.
Sigh..... Changes again, as far as work is concern.
Good changes. But then added responsibility for me and having to learn new tricks. I have to fill in a shoe, you see. A big shoe at that. So am struggling. Although I am excited. But I am struggling.
I will get better. I know I will. Soon, I hope.
In the meantime, back to work, folks.
See you when I see you.
It is not that I didn't want to write... or I don't have anything to write about.
I have plenty to write about, actually.
Recent holiday we took,
Abang sunat (Owww !),
Work,
Preparation for future trip (this is the best part)
But work happened. I just did not have any time at all to squeeze in blogging.
Nada.
I have some time now... but I can only manage bits and pieces of news only. I really have to return to my work.
Kamil said work will never end. True, but if I stop then it will pile up and then it will really never end.
Sigh..... Changes again, as far as work is concern.
Good changes. But then added responsibility for me and having to learn new tricks. I have to fill in a shoe, you see. A big shoe at that. So am struggling. Although I am excited. But I am struggling.
I will get better. I know I will. Soon, I hope.
In the meantime, back to work, folks.
See you when I see you.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Penat weii...............
Phew.... !
I am so knackered and sleepy. But can't go to sleep yet as I haven't finished packing and seriously, there is no place for me to sleep in my own bed since Abang and Adik dah bergelimpangan on top of it awal-awal.
Tomorrow, off to Bakun...
Sigh.....
Macam penat aje dengar kan ? 2 hour flight followed by 3 hour car ride... Extremely bumpy car ride I must add.
Yawn... I really should sleep. We had a very busy day today.
At 7 we were already in the car to hantar Adik to school. Rombongan sekolah hari ni.. to TUDM airbase, Planetarium then Lake Garden, specifically Taman Rusa. Hujan dah turun rintik-rintik when Kamil opened the gate, via the remote control. Tapi tak mau bukak.
Hmm..........
Pi check rupa-rupanya the washer was a bit loose and sort of obstructed its movement. Damn ! Kamil had to dismantle it and while dok busy godek-godek, the rintik-rintik turned to extremely fat droplets at a much, much faster speed and in droves.
Must it rain now ? Heavily ? Now ?
I ran to get brollies and when I got to him, he was already soaking wet. Alhamdullilah we managed to opened the gate by 7.15 and rushed to send Adik. Dalam kete sebab baju basah Kamil tak nak pakai seat belt as tak mo sandaq to the seat.. so the car went Beep ! Beep ! Beep ! the whole way. Aku dengan kesejukan and dripping wet really could not take the damn noise. I could already feel the dreaded migraine dropping by and arriving soon. Waaarrgghhh !
We singgah Immigration to buat my passport. Going on a holiday next week and I need to re-new it. Punyalah ramai orang and it was not even 8 yet. Seperti biasa, the passport re-newing kiosk rosak. Benci tau !!!!
Because Kamil had to switch cars with his staff at the office by 8.30 we really can't wait and off we went to another Immigration office to try our luck. Lagi haru. Punya ramai orang berhimpit macam tin sardin. I did not even bother to check if the kiosk is working there.
What to do... Have to wait until I return from Bakun then.
Waited for Kamil sekejap at his office then Kamil bawak Abang and I makan nasi lemak kat Kampung Baru. Sedap jugak. Not the best ever but tasty lah... Abang asked for sambal sikit which shocked Kamil. He didn't realise anak dia dah boleh makan sambal... Unlike him yang masih take his nasi lemak without. HHehhehehe............. Tak tahan pedas.....
Anyway I had to swallow a couple of paracetamol with my breakfast sebab by then mata aku dah kecik tahan sakit.
Rushed to hantar Abang to his piano class pulak. Then went to his parents' house to take our car and change the plate number. FIL bought a new car and wanted our plate number, so now our old car has a very new number. And looks weird. Percayalah, I would not be able to recognise that car even if it talked to me. Btw our car was at FIL's house because he borrowed it while waiting for his new car to arrive.
Fetched Abang from his class. While we were in a toy shop to look for a birthday present, FIL called and ajak lunch at a Chinese Muslim restaurant.
Errkkk ! Just had nasi like an hour ago tapi pegilah jugak.
So... fetched his parents and ate again. To be polite I ate the lauks only sebab taking nasi again would just be overkill. Heheh...
Singgah beli lunch for Bibik first before balik.
Then by 3 keluar pulak for Abang's next class. While he was there we went to the birthday party. Tension lah jugak sebab pegi birthday party budak 5 tahun tak bawak anak. But.... what to do.. We still have to honour our friend's invitation so pegi lah jugak.
It turned out to be a HUGE do ! I really expected to just duduk makan-makan while we politely sing the birthday song and watch the birthday girl bukak hadiah. But .. we were greeted with khemah, clowns, full catering with a variety of food. Ada deejay lagi...
Duduk sat (had cupcakes, karipap and coq badak which I shared with Kamil and a bit of pengat pisang) then ambik Abang and A who usually come home with us sebab nak main dengan Abang. Pukul 6 keluar lagi sebab Abang ada extra piano class (cikgu baru tak puas hati dengan cikgu lama punya pengajaran so she has been conducting extra lessons for Abang, FOC. Nice kan ? So dedicated......). Met A's mom at the music school to deliver her son while Kamil shot off to Adik's school to pick her up. Kamil then came back to the music school to pick us up. Sempat pulak budak-budak tu mintak Baskin Robbin dari bapak eh...
Balik to mandi and solat and what not and by 7.45 keluar balik to Subang Parade sebab I need a new laptop bag. Dah kena curi kan ? Mangkuk ayun punya pencuri. Had pizza and pasta at the new Market Place in Subang Parade. Tak sedap.. so don't bother lah aaa........ Hehhehehe........ Dessert pun tak sedap. I was really dissapointed with their pumpkin pie.
Balik... packed sedikit sebanyak, then teringat kena hantar report to my boss.. so with a very HUGE sigh fired up the laptop first, send the email .. then dah hooked up on the net tu.. alang-alang kan...
So... here I am......
Aku serious penat !!!
I am so knackered and sleepy. But can't go to sleep yet as I haven't finished packing and seriously, there is no place for me to sleep in my own bed since Abang and Adik dah bergelimpangan on top of it awal-awal.
Tomorrow, off to Bakun...
Sigh.....
Macam penat aje dengar kan ? 2 hour flight followed by 3 hour car ride... Extremely bumpy car ride I must add.
Yawn... I really should sleep. We had a very busy day today.
At 7 we were already in the car to hantar Adik to school. Rombongan sekolah hari ni.. to TUDM airbase, Planetarium then Lake Garden, specifically Taman Rusa. Hujan dah turun rintik-rintik when Kamil opened the gate, via the remote control. Tapi tak mau bukak.
Hmm..........
Pi check rupa-rupanya the washer was a bit loose and sort of obstructed its movement. Damn ! Kamil had to dismantle it and while dok busy godek-godek, the rintik-rintik turned to extremely fat droplets at a much, much faster speed and in droves.
Must it rain now ? Heavily ? Now ?
I ran to get brollies and when I got to him, he was already soaking wet. Alhamdullilah we managed to opened the gate by 7.15 and rushed to send Adik. Dalam kete sebab baju basah Kamil tak nak pakai seat belt as tak mo sandaq to the seat.. so the car went Beep ! Beep ! Beep ! the whole way. Aku dengan kesejukan and dripping wet really could not take the damn noise. I could already feel the dreaded migraine dropping by and arriving soon. Waaarrgghhh !
We singgah Immigration to buat my passport. Going on a holiday next week and I need to re-new it. Punyalah ramai orang and it was not even 8 yet. Seperti biasa, the passport re-newing kiosk rosak. Benci tau !!!!
Because Kamil had to switch cars with his staff at the office by 8.30 we really can't wait and off we went to another Immigration office to try our luck. Lagi haru. Punya ramai orang berhimpit macam tin sardin. I did not even bother to check if the kiosk is working there.
What to do... Have to wait until I return from Bakun then.
Waited for Kamil sekejap at his office then Kamil bawak Abang and I makan nasi lemak kat Kampung Baru. Sedap jugak. Not the best ever but tasty lah... Abang asked for sambal sikit which shocked Kamil. He didn't realise anak dia dah boleh makan sambal... Unlike him yang masih take his nasi lemak without. HHehhehehe............. Tak tahan pedas.....
Anyway I had to swallow a couple of paracetamol with my breakfast sebab by then mata aku dah kecik tahan sakit.
Rushed to hantar Abang to his piano class pulak. Then went to his parents' house to take our car and change the plate number. FIL bought a new car and wanted our plate number, so now our old car has a very new number. And looks weird. Percayalah, I would not be able to recognise that car even if it talked to me. Btw our car was at FIL's house because he borrowed it while waiting for his new car to arrive.
Fetched Abang from his class. While we were in a toy shop to look for a birthday present, FIL called and ajak lunch at a Chinese Muslim restaurant.
Errkkk ! Just had nasi like an hour ago tapi pegilah jugak.
So... fetched his parents and ate again. To be polite I ate the lauks only sebab taking nasi again would just be overkill. Heheh...
Singgah beli lunch for Bibik first before balik.
Then by 3 keluar pulak for Abang's next class. While he was there we went to the birthday party. Tension lah jugak sebab pegi birthday party budak 5 tahun tak bawak anak. But.... what to do.. We still have to honour our friend's invitation so pegi lah jugak.
It turned out to be a HUGE do ! I really expected to just duduk makan-makan while we politely sing the birthday song and watch the birthday girl bukak hadiah. But .. we were greeted with khemah, clowns, full catering with a variety of food. Ada deejay lagi...
Duduk sat (had cupcakes, karipap and coq badak which I shared with Kamil and a bit of pengat pisang) then ambik Abang and A who usually come home with us sebab nak main dengan Abang. Pukul 6 keluar lagi sebab Abang ada extra piano class (cikgu baru tak puas hati dengan cikgu lama punya pengajaran so she has been conducting extra lessons for Abang, FOC. Nice kan ? So dedicated......). Met A's mom at the music school to deliver her son while Kamil shot off to Adik's school to pick her up. Kamil then came back to the music school to pick us up. Sempat pulak budak-budak tu mintak Baskin Robbin dari bapak eh...
Balik to mandi and solat and what not and by 7.45 keluar balik to Subang Parade sebab I need a new laptop bag. Dah kena curi kan ? Mangkuk ayun punya pencuri. Had pizza and pasta at the new Market Place in Subang Parade. Tak sedap.. so don't bother lah aaa........ Hehhehehe........ Dessert pun tak sedap. I was really dissapointed with their pumpkin pie.
Balik... packed sedikit sebanyak, then teringat kena hantar report to my boss.. so with a very HUGE sigh fired up the laptop first, send the email .. then dah hooked up on the net tu.. alang-alang kan...
So... here I am......
Aku serious penat !!!
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Selamat hari raya Aidil Adha.
Selamat Hari Raya !
Mak Pak kami balik Penang so apa kah anak-anak yang tak pi sekali ni kena buat ? Masak le...
CY made kuah kacang. I was supposed to masak rendang ayam tapi sebab nak buat soto lagi, chocolate cuppies with strawberry cream topping lagi so rendang we used the frozen and instant ones yang mak kami masak. Selesai.
Ada lemang. I bought it for RM18. Terkejut gak sebab I expected it to be paling mahal RM8. Tapi sebab I haven't bought one in ages, so I thought inflation happened since my RM8 purchase eons ago.
Sekali keluar kat berita TV3 yang confirmed my expectation was correct. Giler apa kena tipu beli lemang. Dah lah separuh masak.
For the soto, I only fried half of the begedil as I wanted to give options to people who is afraid of oil... like moi. Haha....
Anyway, we started cooking quite late on the eve of Raya. Bersantai dan melepak kat Uptown dulu. We only finished all work around 2am and lepas tu bergelimpangan all around the house. Kamil dah awal-awal lagi tidur sebelah CY's son N in the living room. So did Moggy. My darling cat was the one yang selalu teman budak tu tidur whenever he is alone. Comel kan ?
Abang slept on the sofa. Adik, MI and CY in the library, tertidur while watching Smurfs.
Aku of course tarik selimut sebelah Kamil and terkejut sakan bila N bangun for his night feed. Wei.... dah tak biasa wei... Aku pening kepala sampai sekarang sebab bukan saja terkejut beruk dengar dia nangis, habis gorilla and siamang keluar sekali.
But he is such a pleasure to wake up with. Diam aje pastu when he saw us, terus sengih and gelak-gelak. Sebijon macam Abang. Sigh.......
Anyway, when we woke up for N's night feed, I changed his nappies sekali, went to the kitchen to throw the toxins in the bin, turned the water tap on .. and no water came out.
I was confused a bit but I was desperate to get back to sleep so I ignored it.
Woke up to sambung masak and memories of the wee hours in the morning before came back. Ada ke raya-raya takda ayaq.
Called Syabas and was duly informed that the very, very precious water will come back at 3.
Apa nak buat ? I shipped Abang adn Adik to CY's house for their bath and aku sambung masak sengsorang.
They came back and we ate and tidur.
Hehehhe........ what a raya, not !
Mak Pak kami balik Penang so apa kah anak-anak yang tak pi sekali ni kena buat ? Masak le...
CY made kuah kacang. I was supposed to masak rendang ayam tapi sebab nak buat soto lagi, chocolate cuppies with strawberry cream topping lagi so rendang we used the frozen and instant ones yang mak kami masak. Selesai.
Ada lemang. I bought it for RM18. Terkejut gak sebab I expected it to be paling mahal RM8. Tapi sebab I haven't bought one in ages, so I thought inflation happened since my RM8 purchase eons ago.
Sekali keluar kat berita TV3 yang confirmed my expectation was correct. Giler apa kena tipu beli lemang. Dah lah separuh masak.
For the soto, I only fried half of the begedil as I wanted to give options to people who is afraid of oil... like moi. Haha....
Anyway, we started cooking quite late on the eve of Raya. Bersantai dan melepak kat Uptown dulu. We only finished all work around 2am and lepas tu bergelimpangan all around the house. Kamil dah awal-awal lagi tidur sebelah CY's son N in the living room. So did Moggy. My darling cat was the one yang selalu teman budak tu tidur whenever he is alone. Comel kan ?
Abang slept on the sofa. Adik, MI and CY in the library, tertidur while watching Smurfs.
Aku of course tarik selimut sebelah Kamil and terkejut sakan bila N bangun for his night feed. Wei.... dah tak biasa wei... Aku pening kepala sampai sekarang sebab bukan saja terkejut beruk dengar dia nangis, habis gorilla and siamang keluar sekali.
But he is such a pleasure to wake up with. Diam aje pastu when he saw us, terus sengih and gelak-gelak. Sebijon macam Abang. Sigh.......
Anyway, when we woke up for N's night feed, I changed his nappies sekali, went to the kitchen to throw the toxins in the bin, turned the water tap on .. and no water came out.
I was confused a bit but I was desperate to get back to sleep so I ignored it.
Woke up to sambung masak and memories of the wee hours in the morning before came back. Ada ke raya-raya takda ayaq.
Called Syabas and was duly informed that the very, very precious water will come back at 3.
Apa nak buat ? I shipped Abang adn Adik to CY's house for their bath and aku sambung masak sengsorang.
They came back and we ate and tidur.
Hehehhe........ what a raya, not !
Friday, November 04, 2011
Nak kata Green Lantern... I don't think so........
Lupa nak cerita.
Tuesday night Kamil and I went to pump petrol for his car along Federal Highway.
Afterwards when he tried to re-join the highway, a car from behind flashed their light so he waited until they passed before he entered the road.
Suddenly a flash of green light struck my eyes and shocked the both of us. And then it happened again. It came from the car right in front of us, the car that flashed at Kamil earlier. I saw the passenger from the car shone a green laser like light to his side mirror and the light ricocheted to us.
I saw them laughing while I rubbed my eyes.
I still saw them laughing when they did it for the third time.
So I called the cops.
Well I dialed 999.
The operator answered with “Ya, Cik Puan Kamil. Cik Puan dalam kecemasan ?”
Heheh……. Terconfuse jap. Macam mana lak minah ni can know me….
But I informed her of what happened and she passed the line to Polis Trafik Shah Alam. The policeman on the other side said, “Dia orang saja main-main tu….”
Memang le ! “Sebab tu Encik kena tangkap dan bagi amaran. Bahaya tau ! Mata saya dah sakit !”
I mean luckily it did not hit Kamil’s eyes. If it did, he could have lost his grip on the car and we could have been involved in an accident.
“Ya ya.. Kami akan cuba cari…”
Seriously aa ? What to carinya ? I gave you the plate number, the make of the car plus the damn colour. I am sure it would have been no problem for them to find the culprits especially since minah jawab 999 tu pun boleh kenal aku…
Betul tak ?
Tuesday night Kamil and I went to pump petrol for his car along Federal Highway.
Afterwards when he tried to re-join the highway, a car from behind flashed their light so he waited until they passed before he entered the road.
Suddenly a flash of green light struck my eyes and shocked the both of us. And then it happened again. It came from the car right in front of us, the car that flashed at Kamil earlier. I saw the passenger from the car shone a green laser like light to his side mirror and the light ricocheted to us.
I saw them laughing while I rubbed my eyes.
I still saw them laughing when they did it for the third time.
So I called the cops.
Well I dialed 999.
The operator answered with “Ya, Cik Puan Kamil. Cik Puan dalam kecemasan ?”
Heheh……. Terconfuse jap. Macam mana lak minah ni can know me….
But I informed her of what happened and she passed the line to Polis Trafik Shah Alam. The policeman on the other side said, “Dia orang saja main-main tu….”
Memang le ! “Sebab tu Encik kena tangkap dan bagi amaran. Bahaya tau ! Mata saya dah sakit !”
I mean luckily it did not hit Kamil’s eyes. If it did, he could have lost his grip on the car and we could have been involved in an accident.
“Ya ya.. Kami akan cuba cari…”
Seriously aa ? What to carinya ? I gave you the plate number, the make of the car plus the damn colour. I am sure it would have been no problem for them to find the culprits especially since minah jawab 999 tu pun boleh kenal aku…
Betul tak ?
Thursday, November 03, 2011
Merepek di kala demam
I have the flu, ladies and gentlemen.
Been feeling and experiencing it since Sunday. But then I have been rather poorly for the past 3 weeks, really. However when I looked at my harassed boss no.2, I didn’t have the heart to take MC. In my 1 and a half year with him, I have never seen him take even 1 day of MC. I only know that he is under the weather when his eyes are small. Sian dia. Sakit kepala tuh.
Our ex-boss pun macam tu. He only ever took MC for 2 days. Itupun because he had measles. Actually he should have taken like 1 week so it was pure luck none of us berjangkit from him.
Anyway I had a crazy weekend. On Saturday my house were filled with people. First a colleague and his wife came, then my sisters, then my BFF A, then IRM and his son, then my closest friend J, then my mom then….. takde dah. Itu aje.
It was fun but I was sad I didn’t make anything. Percaya tak ? I knew my colleague was coming and I was planning to bake chocolate valentine cuppies, a rich chocolate cake with gorgeous strawberry cream topping. Tapi sebab aku mengukur jalan with A pegi tailor so tak sempat.
Haha.
For dinner because my sisters remained at my house to melepak, I made carbonara with crispy baguettes and fried calamari dipped in hot salsa. Sedap…. I kid you not. Yalah, sendiri masak kan…
Sunday pagi-pagi lagi I went out with A again. This time she took me for a Javanese massage in KL. I went with the end in mind to go for a massage and I ended up buat bekam.
Sakit !
And don’t ask how come sampai ke situ perginya. I was more worried about Kamil’s reaction when he sees the many, many round shaped bruises because he simply hates that. If I go for spas ke, urut ke and if I come back with apa-apa tanda, all the angins from the four corners of the world will surely masuk his badan.
“Tak sakit ke ? Why must you go through all these pain ?” is something aku sangat takde hati nak layan and answer.
Heheh…
Notwithstanding his angin I think the treatment went well. I was scheduled for another visit but mengenangkan his reaction.. I asked my sister to take it instead.
So since Sunday night I have been feeling the flu. Monday it attacked my head and throat. Tuesday I told kakak secretary that I think I definitely won’t come on Wednesday because I couldn’t concentrate on my work due to the throbbing pain. They were surprised when I terpacul kat office on that very Wednesday. I was not so surprised though. Then today my kakak secretary MC and the other kakak secretary EL.
Lucky them.
My boss looked at me and said that I will be able to rest during the long weekend. Understood. Oh.. he is not being mean, but he needs help. I truly appreciate that that is why I am not pissed off with him. He is a good boss, trust me.
So tomorrow… let us see. Pray for my health, kay ?
Been feeling and experiencing it since Sunday. But then I have been rather poorly for the past 3 weeks, really. However when I looked at my harassed boss no.2, I didn’t have the heart to take MC. In my 1 and a half year with him, I have never seen him take even 1 day of MC. I only know that he is under the weather when his eyes are small. Sian dia. Sakit kepala tuh.
Our ex-boss pun macam tu. He only ever took MC for 2 days. Itupun because he had measles. Actually he should have taken like 1 week so it was pure luck none of us berjangkit from him.
Anyway I had a crazy weekend. On Saturday my house were filled with people. First a colleague and his wife came, then my sisters, then my BFF A, then IRM and his son, then my closest friend J, then my mom then….. takde dah. Itu aje.
It was fun but I was sad I didn’t make anything. Percaya tak ? I knew my colleague was coming and I was planning to bake chocolate valentine cuppies, a rich chocolate cake with gorgeous strawberry cream topping. Tapi sebab aku mengukur jalan with A pegi tailor so tak sempat.
Haha.
For dinner because my sisters remained at my house to melepak, I made carbonara with crispy baguettes and fried calamari dipped in hot salsa. Sedap…. I kid you not. Yalah, sendiri masak kan…
Sunday pagi-pagi lagi I went out with A again. This time she took me for a Javanese massage in KL. I went with the end in mind to go for a massage and I ended up buat bekam.
Sakit !
And don’t ask how come sampai ke situ perginya. I was more worried about Kamil’s reaction when he sees the many, many round shaped bruises because he simply hates that. If I go for spas ke, urut ke and if I come back with apa-apa tanda, all the angins from the four corners of the world will surely masuk his badan.
“Tak sakit ke ? Why must you go through all these pain ?” is something aku sangat takde hati nak layan and answer.
Heheh…
Notwithstanding his angin I think the treatment went well. I was scheduled for another visit but mengenangkan his reaction.. I asked my sister to take it instead.
So since Sunday night I have been feeling the flu. Monday it attacked my head and throat. Tuesday I told kakak secretary that I think I definitely won’t come on Wednesday because I couldn’t concentrate on my work due to the throbbing pain. They were surprised when I terpacul kat office on that very Wednesday. I was not so surprised though. Then today my kakak secretary MC and the other kakak secretary EL.
Lucky them.
My boss looked at me and said that I will be able to rest during the long weekend. Understood. Oh.. he is not being mean, but he needs help. I truly appreciate that that is why I am not pissed off with him. He is a good boss, trust me.
So tomorrow… let us see. Pray for my health, kay ?
Friday, October 28, 2011
It's Friday...
So today around 5 pm I called home and asked Bibik to "keluarkan daging...". She of course did what she was told but that is lah. She didn't bother to soak it in water to speed up the thawing process so when I got home at 6.30 the damn thing was still as hard as rocks.
So when I saw the thing still solid molid, aku rendam and hoped that she will emulate what I did in the future. Aku bukan apa, I just do not want to start to talk sebab when I talk kang kecik hati. And second, when I start I need all the willpower in this whole darn world to stop.
Kang ko tak suka aku tak pasal-pasal kang.
Anyway... I was summoned by a bigwig just now. Kecut jap. But before I went I informed boss no.2 whom encouraged me to tell boss no.1. Boss no.1 cringed and asked if I am okay and of course I am okay. I did the damn report so whatever it is dah prepare lah apa2 yang perlu jawab.
When I returned, my 2 bosses looked at me and was relieved when I can explain our report well. Boss no.2 whispered to me that boss no.1 said if I got hammered, just tell the bigwig that it was all his, boss no.1's doing.
Awww..... So nice. So thoughtful. What a good boss. Terharu jap.
So now still waiting for the beef to thaw a bit more. Then boil it whole, then slice it, then fry the slices in deep oil, remove from oil, remove some of the oil, then fry garlic, onion, galangal and lemongrass in the oil, add ketchup, nampla, oyster sauce and daun limau purut, add salt and sugar and voila ! daging masak merah. As my darling Jubei's recipe. Sedap tau.
Sup suhun with prawns and veg dah siap.
And just heard the sound of the 'tup' sound from the rice cooker.
Better start looking at the beef again before the hungry people come home.
Take care. Hujan ni... best tido...
So when I saw the thing still solid molid, aku rendam and hoped that she will emulate what I did in the future. Aku bukan apa, I just do not want to start to talk sebab when I talk kang kecik hati. And second, when I start I need all the willpower in this whole darn world to stop.
Kang ko tak suka aku tak pasal-pasal kang.
Anyway... I was summoned by a bigwig just now. Kecut jap. But before I went I informed boss no.2 whom encouraged me to tell boss no.1. Boss no.1 cringed and asked if I am okay and of course I am okay. I did the damn report so whatever it is dah prepare lah apa2 yang perlu jawab.
When I returned, my 2 bosses looked at me and was relieved when I can explain our report well. Boss no.2 whispered to me that boss no.1 said if I got hammered, just tell the bigwig that it was all his, boss no.1's doing.
Awww..... So nice. So thoughtful. What a good boss. Terharu jap.
So now still waiting for the beef to thaw a bit more. Then boil it whole, then slice it, then fry the slices in deep oil, remove from oil, remove some of the oil, then fry garlic, onion, galangal and lemongrass in the oil, add ketchup, nampla, oyster sauce and daun limau purut, add salt and sugar and voila ! daging masak merah. As my darling Jubei's recipe. Sedap tau.
Sup suhun with prawns and veg dah siap.
And just heard the sound of the 'tup' sound from the rice cooker.
Better start looking at the beef again before the hungry people come home.
Take care. Hujan ni... best tido...
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Emo lepas kena rompak
Wow... I really haven't been here in a long time. Such a lazy blogger, I am. Or not... There are other reasons that stopped me from writing.. of which I could not share.... haha.
But one other reason is...House was broken into. A-hmm.... All 3 laptops gone, the Ipad, video cam and of course my sanity because of the fact that the sanctity of my home was violated. Second of all was because gone with the laptops are our family pics.
Itu yang buat aku went berserk kejap.
Gone are our holiday snaps, impromptu shots and whatever still photos of our years.
Bila the pics were gone, I started to get concerned about the things that we do have.. our video tapes. Aku paksa Kamil to replace the video cams (first burglary, video cam guna small tapes yang kena pau... Yang incident terbaru ni yang guna small cds... so Kamil kena beli dua-dua.. ahaks !)so that I can watch them....so busy trying to salvage whatever that is left of my children when they were smaller.
The first cd that we watched was a shock. So shocked I was, I cried uncontrollably while my family tried to watch the video and gaped at my tears at the same time.
Abang was about 4 and Adik probably just reached her first year. It was obvious that the whole family just woke up from an afternoon nap and apparently after we returned home from our first ever vist to Alamanda.
Now, I do not remember the details of that trip before but after watching that tape, everything came whooshing back to me in a rush. The memories came shooting in from all corners and I was reeling from all these mixed emotions. I smiled and I laughed and I was mesmerised.
But the one that made me cry ? The voice of my son. I did not remember that he used to sound like that ! How sweet it was, how babyish he sounded. He had sort of like husky voice and the words he used ! And the way he looked when he talked, how his eyes played and the expressions on his face.
How could I have forgotten all that ?
Aku nangis because I missed that boy... and because of who he was at that time... So innocent and trusting and ... well my little boy.
Aku tak tidur malam tu because I kept thinking about him at that age. Did I hug him enough ? Was I always there for him ? Did I ever hurt him, ignored him or just plainly didn't see him because I was busy with work or watching the telly ?
In that video he talked about "the secret place". I remember it so well now... We were going to Alamanda(which he called Alamanda Subang Parade) and he kept badgering me on our our destination. You know kids, they wouldn't be satisfied with just Alamanda. A lot of info needed to be dispensed to satisfy their curiosity and thus to shut him up I told him that we are going to a secret place and this secret place does not like inquisitive little boys.
On the way (well.. we actually lost our way and Kamil was busy going round and round and round) my little boy got a bit restless and to distract him I pointed to a red hill and told him that it was a volcano.
And now I remember his face... when he looked at the "volcano" so full of wonder. He looked and looked and looked not saying a thing until he lost sight of it. Then he jumped at me, so full of questions and I had to make them all up as we go along.
And in that tape, he still talked about the volcano...
And sebab itu kot aku nangis...
Kalau aku boleh, I will upload the clip here. Just for you guys to see...
But one other reason is...House was broken into. A-hmm.... All 3 laptops gone, the Ipad, video cam and of course my sanity because of the fact that the sanctity of my home was violated. Second of all was because gone with the laptops are our family pics.
Itu yang buat aku went berserk kejap.
Gone are our holiday snaps, impromptu shots and whatever still photos of our years.
Bila the pics were gone, I started to get concerned about the things that we do have.. our video tapes. Aku paksa Kamil to replace the video cams (first burglary, video cam guna small tapes yang kena pau... Yang incident terbaru ni yang guna small cds... so Kamil kena beli dua-dua.. ahaks !)so that I can watch them....so busy trying to salvage whatever that is left of my children when they were smaller.
The first cd that we watched was a shock. So shocked I was, I cried uncontrollably while my family tried to watch the video and gaped at my tears at the same time.
Abang was about 4 and Adik probably just reached her first year. It was obvious that the whole family just woke up from an afternoon nap and apparently after we returned home from our first ever vist to Alamanda.
Now, I do not remember the details of that trip before but after watching that tape, everything came whooshing back to me in a rush. The memories came shooting in from all corners and I was reeling from all these mixed emotions. I smiled and I laughed and I was mesmerised.
But the one that made me cry ? The voice of my son. I did not remember that he used to sound like that ! How sweet it was, how babyish he sounded. He had sort of like husky voice and the words he used ! And the way he looked when he talked, how his eyes played and the expressions on his face.
How could I have forgotten all that ?
Aku nangis because I missed that boy... and because of who he was at that time... So innocent and trusting and ... well my little boy.
Aku tak tidur malam tu because I kept thinking about him at that age. Did I hug him enough ? Was I always there for him ? Did I ever hurt him, ignored him or just plainly didn't see him because I was busy with work or watching the telly ?
In that video he talked about "the secret place". I remember it so well now... We were going to Alamanda(which he called Alamanda Subang Parade) and he kept badgering me on our our destination. You know kids, they wouldn't be satisfied with just Alamanda. A lot of info needed to be dispensed to satisfy their curiosity and thus to shut him up I told him that we are going to a secret place and this secret place does not like inquisitive little boys.
On the way (well.. we actually lost our way and Kamil was busy going round and round and round) my little boy got a bit restless and to distract him I pointed to a red hill and told him that it was a volcano.
And now I remember his face... when he looked at the "volcano" so full of wonder. He looked and looked and looked not saying a thing until he lost sight of it. Then he jumped at me, so full of questions and I had to make them all up as we go along.
And in that tape, he still talked about the volcano...
And sebab itu kot aku nangis...
Kalau aku boleh, I will upload the clip here. Just for you guys to see...
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Weekend
Urrghhh.......... what an indulgent weekend !
Received about 4 invitations tapi I only fulfilled family ones. The rest, Kamil's client and 1 ex-colleague I had to decline. I really hate makan sampai kembung. Cakap aje... because even though I went to one house for lunch and another house for dinner, still kembung jugak.
Kamil's Mak Teh served mee kari. Tengah makan baru perasan udang masak tempoyak. How lah can I miss that one. Ambik lah jugak sikit and it was amazing. Pekat dengan tempoyak, which I love even though I do not take durian. Haha.
Since we are still bibikless, balik to clean the house and tackle the laundry. There were loads. Luckily Kamil is able to take half the load.
For dinner went to Kamil's Mak Ngah's house and they had live keawtiaw and satay cooking, cendol and pasemboq. Makan lagi.
Slept with heavy stomach so it was not that peaceful.
Today we cleaned the house again. And cleaned. And more cleaning.
Bila bibik takdak baru lah perasan that she is not very good at keeping house. Borderline lazy lagi sebab I couldn't see the effort at all. Bibik Yati last time memang tak pandai but the effort is there. Yang ini... hmmmmmmmm.... Setakat elok nak jaga anak-anak ajelah.
Aku ni... kalau tak pandai takpe, boleh diajar tapi kalau malas tu yang susah. Hmmm............ Nak buat macamana ? It is rather hard to get a good maid. Walaupun this one Kak M yang carikan seperti biasa but she could not guarantee her efficiency, kan ? She can only promised me that she can be trusted, itu saja.
Jadilah. Beggers cannot be choosers and since I am not the type to marah-marah... I just have to bear with her.
Tomorrow I start training. Seminggu siap. Dok pulun siapkan report ni...
Received about 4 invitations tapi I only fulfilled family ones. The rest, Kamil's client and 1 ex-colleague I had to decline. I really hate makan sampai kembung. Cakap aje... because even though I went to one house for lunch and another house for dinner, still kembung jugak.
Kamil's Mak Teh served mee kari. Tengah makan baru perasan udang masak tempoyak. How lah can I miss that one. Ambik lah jugak sikit and it was amazing. Pekat dengan tempoyak, which I love even though I do not take durian. Haha.
Since we are still bibikless, balik to clean the house and tackle the laundry. There were loads. Luckily Kamil is able to take half the load.
For dinner went to Kamil's Mak Ngah's house and they had live keawtiaw and satay cooking, cendol and pasemboq. Makan lagi.
Slept with heavy stomach so it was not that peaceful.
Today we cleaned the house again. And cleaned. And more cleaning.
Bila bibik takdak baru lah perasan that she is not very good at keeping house. Borderline lazy lagi sebab I couldn't see the effort at all. Bibik Yati last time memang tak pandai but the effort is there. Yang ini... hmmmmmmmm.... Setakat elok nak jaga anak-anak ajelah.
Aku ni... kalau tak pandai takpe, boleh diajar tapi kalau malas tu yang susah. Hmmm............ Nak buat macamana ? It is rather hard to get a good maid. Walaupun this one Kak M yang carikan seperti biasa but she could not guarantee her efficiency, kan ? She can only promised me that she can be trusted, itu saja.
Jadilah. Beggers cannot be choosers and since I am not the type to marah-marah... I just have to bear with her.
Tomorrow I start training. Seminggu siap. Dok pulun siapkan report ni...
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Cerita bodoh bulan posa
Okeh... meh aku cerita...
Satu hari during ramadhan, all of us broke our fast kat TGI. All of us were there.... so I took the opportunity to ajak adik-adik aku tolong angkat pondok aku from the left side of the house, to our patio on the right side.
My BIL MD cakap ok aje and ajak to buat kerja-kerja pemindahan malam tu gak.
They all came around 10 pm and mulalah Kamil, MI, MJ, MH and MD flexed their muscles. It was not an easy job kay sebab ada halangan di setiap perjalanan. But MD dah studied the pondoks (ada 2 masalahnya),keliling rumah tengok topography and all, duduk memikio cara-cara yang paling sesuai and off they went.
Aku nengok aje. After they sucessfully placed the first one, tiba-tiba this horrible smell assaulted our nostrils. It was beyond awful. Smelt like fresh cat poo. Check-check ropanya MI yang dah terpijak. Hehehheheh.... Meraung le mamat macho itu sambil mengamuk marah Moggy. Sorry ek. Moggy tu ada class, he wouldn't do such thing. Plus, all the while he was in the kitchen... so it wasn't him. Whatever it is, puaslah kita orang berguling bantai gelak kat dia sampai dia meraung lagi sekali.
That is why, the next one MI tak mau buat. Mengada.
Anyway, we sat bersembang until past midnight and they left with plans to sahur roti canai kat kedai Mamak.
Pukui 4.30 pagi Kamil dah pi collect adik-adik and mak aku. Some kita jumpa kat sana. While eating, my Maksu sms-ed suruh mai rumah dia ambik barang. Kamil buat perangai gila and ajak pegi Damansara dan-dan tu jugak. So pegilah aku dan dia, anak-anak kami, mak aku and MI.
Tak sampai 5 minit dalam kereta, the horrible smell from yesterday mai balik. MI ni tak cuci betul ke ? Belek kasut dia and adalah sikit yang masih tinggal. Aduih.. letih kay. Punya lah busuk, aku pening kepala.
So Kamil berenti kat petrol pump seksyen 9 and suruh MI basuh the offending selipar kat situ. Dah dia keluaq, kami pun keluaq lah. Marah lah pulak dia.
"Tak payah lah semua orang keluaq !" Eh, suka hati lah. Kamil went around the vicinity to cari kayu, while mak aku bagi instruction macam mana nak buat kat MI. Aku dok berdiri sambil gelak aje... Entah kenapa kelakar sangat.
It didn't seem to work, masih ada banyak lagi walaupun water was used and Kamil jumpa kayu to help scrape it off. MI dah angin tahap gaban dah masa tu. Why, I dunno.
Then mak aku grabbed the shoes from him and sambil mencangkung, mak aku ketuk-ketuk kasut tu kat rumput. Aku ngan Kamil pi bantai gelak lagi because the sight of her in her jubah, matahari pun belum naik lagi, tepi jalan sambil dok mencangkung tu sangat kelakar bagi kami.
Tambahan pulak si MI menjerit-jerit suruh mummy berhenti but she ignored him. MI entah kenapa naik gila and while aku and Kamil dok gelak and mak kami dok ketung-ketung kasut tu atas rumput, dia nya dok menjerit-jerit, "Family ni clown tau ! Clown ! Clown ! ARRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHH "
Lagi le aku and Kamil bantai gelak....
Aku tak tahu kenapa aku rasa the incident sangat kelakar.
Aku tak tahu kenapa MI kena angin.
Maybe we are really clowns.
If only I took pictures.
Heheh.
Satu hari during ramadhan, all of us broke our fast kat TGI. All of us were there.... so I took the opportunity to ajak adik-adik aku tolong angkat pondok aku from the left side of the house, to our patio on the right side.
My BIL MD cakap ok aje and ajak to buat kerja-kerja pemindahan malam tu gak.
They all came around 10 pm and mulalah Kamil, MI, MJ, MH and MD flexed their muscles. It was not an easy job kay sebab ada halangan di setiap perjalanan. But MD dah studied the pondoks (ada 2 masalahnya),keliling rumah tengok topography and all, duduk memikio cara-cara yang paling sesuai and off they went.
Aku nengok aje. After they sucessfully placed the first one, tiba-tiba this horrible smell assaulted our nostrils. It was beyond awful. Smelt like fresh cat poo. Check-check ropanya MI yang dah terpijak. Hehehheheh.... Meraung le mamat macho itu sambil mengamuk marah Moggy. Sorry ek. Moggy tu ada class, he wouldn't do such thing. Plus, all the while he was in the kitchen... so it wasn't him. Whatever it is, puaslah kita orang berguling bantai gelak kat dia sampai dia meraung lagi sekali.
That is why, the next one MI tak mau buat. Mengada.
Anyway, we sat bersembang until past midnight and they left with plans to sahur roti canai kat kedai Mamak.
Pukui 4.30 pagi Kamil dah pi collect adik-adik and mak aku. Some kita jumpa kat sana. While eating, my Maksu sms-ed suruh mai rumah dia ambik barang. Kamil buat perangai gila and ajak pegi Damansara dan-dan tu jugak. So pegilah aku dan dia, anak-anak kami, mak aku and MI.
Tak sampai 5 minit dalam kereta, the horrible smell from yesterday mai balik. MI ni tak cuci betul ke ? Belek kasut dia and adalah sikit yang masih tinggal. Aduih.. letih kay. Punya lah busuk, aku pening kepala.
So Kamil berenti kat petrol pump seksyen 9 and suruh MI basuh the offending selipar kat situ. Dah dia keluaq, kami pun keluaq lah. Marah lah pulak dia.
"Tak payah lah semua orang keluaq !" Eh, suka hati lah. Kamil went around the vicinity to cari kayu, while mak aku bagi instruction macam mana nak buat kat MI. Aku dok berdiri sambil gelak aje... Entah kenapa kelakar sangat.
It didn't seem to work, masih ada banyak lagi walaupun water was used and Kamil jumpa kayu to help scrape it off. MI dah angin tahap gaban dah masa tu. Why, I dunno.
Then mak aku grabbed the shoes from him and sambil mencangkung, mak aku ketuk-ketuk kasut tu kat rumput. Aku ngan Kamil pi bantai gelak lagi because the sight of her in her jubah, matahari pun belum naik lagi, tepi jalan sambil dok mencangkung tu sangat kelakar bagi kami.
Tambahan pulak si MI menjerit-jerit suruh mummy berhenti but she ignored him. MI entah kenapa naik gila and while aku and Kamil dok gelak and mak kami dok ketung-ketung kasut tu atas rumput, dia nya dok menjerit-jerit, "Family ni clown tau ! Clown ! Clown ! ARRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHH "
Lagi le aku and Kamil bantai gelak....
Aku tak tahu kenapa aku rasa the incident sangat kelakar.
Aku tak tahu kenapa MI kena angin.
Maybe we are really clowns.
If only I took pictures.
Heheh.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Merepek di kala pening
So….
Hmmm…….
I am very happy. Tersangat happy.
But also, I am quite worried. About something that is totally unrelated to my source of happiness.
So… last night, my worry and extreme delight made it quite difficult for me to sleep.
So a bit hazy now.
A bit ? Who am I kidding ? Extremely hazy.
I have loads to do. Have to finish them by tomorrow morning as I have a meeting after lunch and will be off the whole of next week for training.
It has been awhile since I been trained.
Tension jugak.
Ngantuk lah.
Semalam aku naik hantu. I told my kids already to jangan buat perangai sampai Mummy jadi Pontianak. Degil.
I am the sweetest so and so around okay (heheh) tapi bila aku angin, you’d better run.
Ooohh.. berlagak.
My staffs nak datang rumah. Hari tu quite a few couldn’t make it. So aku pun apa lagi, busy le nak ngebat rumah. At least dapat tukar cushion cover yang dah koyak rabak tu pun jadi lah.
Hehhehe…..
Btw kelmarin, Abang nak naik atas. Sibuk keliling rumah cari Moggy. When I saw him happily carrying Moggy out of the kitchen, I shook my head in resignation. Punyalah penakut, kucing pun jadilah nak jadikan teman.
But when he saw me shaking my head away, he said, “Saya bukan takut lah, Mum… I just need companionship…”
Hehhe… Amboi hai…. Cepatlah aku dapat menantu agaknya.
Hmmm…….
I am very happy. Tersangat happy.
But also, I am quite worried. About something that is totally unrelated to my source of happiness.
So… last night, my worry and extreme delight made it quite difficult for me to sleep.
So a bit hazy now.
A bit ? Who am I kidding ? Extremely hazy.
I have loads to do. Have to finish them by tomorrow morning as I have a meeting after lunch and will be off the whole of next week for training.
It has been awhile since I been trained.
Tension jugak.
Ngantuk lah.
Semalam aku naik hantu. I told my kids already to jangan buat perangai sampai Mummy jadi Pontianak. Degil.
I am the sweetest so and so around okay (heheh) tapi bila aku angin, you’d better run.
Ooohh.. berlagak.
My staffs nak datang rumah. Hari tu quite a few couldn’t make it. So aku pun apa lagi, busy le nak ngebat rumah. At least dapat tukar cushion cover yang dah koyak rabak tu pun jadi lah.
Hehhehe…..
Btw kelmarin, Abang nak naik atas. Sibuk keliling rumah cari Moggy. When I saw him happily carrying Moggy out of the kitchen, I shook my head in resignation. Punyalah penakut, kucing pun jadilah nak jadikan teman.
But when he saw me shaking my head away, he said, “Saya bukan takut lah, Mum… I just need companionship…”
Hehhe… Amboi hai…. Cepatlah aku dapat menantu agaknya.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Raya do
So… Raya dah nak habis.
Aku kononnya nak cerita sangat pasal tragedy kelakar bangat sebelum Raya tak pun cerita-cerita sampai sekarang. The mood for that story dah hilang dah… Hehhe…
Last week we invited Kamil’s past and presents colleagues datang rumah for raya. Because aku tak puas makan ketupat palas and kuah kacang (I am a kuah kacang person… rendang doesn’t do that much for me…) I served that together with kawan2nya ketupat and rendang, plus laksa Penang and the usual Minestrone soup with crusty baguette (I really should start making other type of soups sebab satgi orang boring mai rumah aku…. Nak buat mushroom soup leceh lak.. Nak kena blend soup tu at the end….).
Mum made some meehoon goreng sebab takut tak cukup buuutt…. Aku ni segan lak nak serve it to my guests sebab pernah sekali when I was small, aku dengar orang bersembang pasal menu at a party and “biasalah kat Malaysia ni birthday party mesti ada meehoon goreng…” was mentioned. And dah lama-lama spaghetti Bolognese was mentioned alongside meehoon goreng. So sebab takut orang boring, aku akan cuba elakkan from serving these 2 dishes. Tapi Kamil keluarkan jugak sebab Mummy’s meehoon goreng is his favourite. Sekejap je habis pulak. Soo…. orang dah tak boring dah lah kot…. Haha.
I also made chocolate cup cakes and caramel congo bars which one of my staffs tapau-ed home for his family. Mana mamat tu dapat tupperware Allahualam because I definitely didn’t give it to him. I also baked marble cheesecake and of course chocolate and vanilla tarts. Must reduce the eggs when I next whip out a batch of them vanilla creams.
Alhamdullilah the guests didn’t come in droves but they arrived in batches so we weren’t super busy and had time to talk and sit down with the guests.
My boss came with his lovely, lovely family. Before that Kamil’s Dutch boss arrived right on the dot and I shook his hand saying, “How marvelously mat salleh of you to come on time..” just to make Kamil a little anxious. I suspect that he is a bit nervous when I am in the same vicinity of his bosses as he knows I like to tease.
My aunt and uncle came all the way from Perak so yeay ! I was happy and Kamil was grateful.
We have taken out the humongous table from the library and put it in the kitchen instead as the kitchen table kan dah pi ke patio. The light green table made a wonderful working table, what with its size and girth. I placed a two seater and a long backless bench in the library to fill the space, laid out an old carpet and voila ! a much cosier library materialized. During the makan-makan, we left the side door opened and it was sooo nice in there, what with the wind and the rustling of the leaves from the rambutan tree just outside the room.
Sooo nice…. Especially considering that I didn’t have to spend any money to furnish the new addition to the house as expected. Well… maybe I have to re-upholster some of it. Shouldn’t be too expensive.
My guests prayed in the library and when my aunt and my cousins were in the room, I saw them baring-baring sambil sembang-sembang and they looked peaceful and tranquil… and oh perasannya aku.
Anyway, it was a nice makan-makan. Food tak banyak yang tinggal and my guests stayed for quite awhile to lepak and just enjoy themselves. Kamil’s boss stayed for almost 2hours which was nice. Kamil’s aunt and her family also stayed for quite some time, bergossip berbagai with his sister sambil gelak-gelak. One of Kamil’s ex-staff siap mandikan anak lagi. I am glad that people are comfortable in my home.
Masalahnya we didn’t take any pics. Sayang….
Aku kononnya nak cerita sangat pasal tragedy kelakar bangat sebelum Raya tak pun cerita-cerita sampai sekarang. The mood for that story dah hilang dah… Hehhe…
Last week we invited Kamil’s past and presents colleagues datang rumah for raya. Because aku tak puas makan ketupat palas and kuah kacang (I am a kuah kacang person… rendang doesn’t do that much for me…) I served that together with kawan2nya ketupat and rendang, plus laksa Penang and the usual Minestrone soup with crusty baguette (I really should start making other type of soups sebab satgi orang boring mai rumah aku…. Nak buat mushroom soup leceh lak.. Nak kena blend soup tu at the end….).
Mum made some meehoon goreng sebab takut tak cukup buuutt…. Aku ni segan lak nak serve it to my guests sebab pernah sekali when I was small, aku dengar orang bersembang pasal menu at a party and “biasalah kat Malaysia ni birthday party mesti ada meehoon goreng…” was mentioned. And dah lama-lama spaghetti Bolognese was mentioned alongside meehoon goreng. So sebab takut orang boring, aku akan cuba elakkan from serving these 2 dishes. Tapi Kamil keluarkan jugak sebab Mummy’s meehoon goreng is his favourite. Sekejap je habis pulak. Soo…. orang dah tak boring dah lah kot…. Haha.
I also made chocolate cup cakes and caramel congo bars which one of my staffs tapau-ed home for his family. Mana mamat tu dapat tupperware Allahualam because I definitely didn’t give it to him. I also baked marble cheesecake and of course chocolate and vanilla tarts. Must reduce the eggs when I next whip out a batch of them vanilla creams.
Alhamdullilah the guests didn’t come in droves but they arrived in batches so we weren’t super busy and had time to talk and sit down with the guests.
My boss came with his lovely, lovely family. Before that Kamil’s Dutch boss arrived right on the dot and I shook his hand saying, “How marvelously mat salleh of you to come on time..” just to make Kamil a little anxious. I suspect that he is a bit nervous when I am in the same vicinity of his bosses as he knows I like to tease.
My aunt and uncle came all the way from Perak so yeay ! I was happy and Kamil was grateful.
We have taken out the humongous table from the library and put it in the kitchen instead as the kitchen table kan dah pi ke patio. The light green table made a wonderful working table, what with its size and girth. I placed a two seater and a long backless bench in the library to fill the space, laid out an old carpet and voila ! a much cosier library materialized. During the makan-makan, we left the side door opened and it was sooo nice in there, what with the wind and the rustling of the leaves from the rambutan tree just outside the room.
Sooo nice…. Especially considering that I didn’t have to spend any money to furnish the new addition to the house as expected. Well… maybe I have to re-upholster some of it. Shouldn’t be too expensive.
My guests prayed in the library and when my aunt and my cousins were in the room, I saw them baring-baring sambil sembang-sembang and they looked peaceful and tranquil… and oh perasannya aku.
Anyway, it was a nice makan-makan. Food tak banyak yang tinggal and my guests stayed for quite awhile to lepak and just enjoy themselves. Kamil’s boss stayed for almost 2hours which was nice. Kamil’s aunt and her family also stayed for quite some time, bergossip berbagai with his sister sambil gelak-gelak. One of Kamil’s ex-staff siap mandikan anak lagi. I am glad that people are comfortable in my home.
Masalahnya we didn’t take any pics. Sayang….
Thursday, September 08, 2011
Cerita pendek hari raya... cerita panjang.. Sat na....
Selamat Hari Raya ! Maaf zahir dan batin.
It has been awhile since I wrote. And I do want to write, especially about just before raya and raya itself buuutt... I thought it would be nicer with pics. Buuuttt the pics are only available via Facebook and... apparently you can't copy from Facebook and paste it elsewhere.
So really right now I am waiting for my very inefficient sister to pass me the pics.
As usual, pagi raya with the ILs. Then around 12 baru le dapat aku balik rumah mak... like 5 minutes away. Second year in a row I ajak Kamil balik kampung dia and dua kali jugaklah dia tak nak.
So what to do ? Ikut my sister balik Seremban. Hehe....
Malam we visited Bab and Mami Ela and it was really fun sebab my cousin Zaf is back from Dubai. It had always been such a pleasure talking to him, especially since he and my husband both adore each other so they talked a mile a minute. Ada je benda nak cerita.
Second day, pagi-pagi lagi aku cabut balik Perak. Best.... And as usual, aku pegi solo sebab my other family members cannot bergerak pagi2 one.
Best kat Perak. At one relative's house we were served Mee Kari Ketam. Terangkat segala apa benda yang boleh diangkat. Kita orang tension sebab dok memikio macamana le masak benda alah ni. Macam masak mee kari biasa ke ?
My aunt punya lah curious sebab esok pagi when we woke up, tu dia... Mee Kari Ketam for breakfast. Berebut kita orang makan. Menjadi, buutt... kurang manisnya. Maybe they had better ketams than my aunt.
And oleh sebab itu juga, I will try to make some this Saturday.
Tunggu ya for the verdict.
Anyway we had wanted to stay for 2 nights. By 4 pm dah angkat bag dah... dah kat pintu dah kita orang pun... But punyalah busy bersembang, when I looked at the watch dah pukul 6 !
So Kamil said, toduq sajalah lagi satu malam. "You okay ke ?"
You asking me ? Of course le aku okay. Rumah my family maaa ?
Happy !!!
Anyway, yesterday Mom called to announce the death of my aunt in Kedah. My dad's sister-in-law, mom of my 4 cousins. Terkejut gak because we didn't know. Patut le mom ajak balik Kedah but she didn't tell us why. Kita orang malas le pulak nak balik because the very loooong journey.
Anyway, I am quite sad that we didn't go. I simply can't. Berguling atas lantai boss aku kalau aku ambik cuti lagi..
Dah malam baru my cousin teringat nak sms all his cousins. Aku tak perasan pun until my other cousin called around midnight to ask. Sian. Aku tak mau kacau that is why I didn't call. Busy kan ? Tengah sedih kan... Tak yah lah aku kacau.
Anyway, dah tak ramai dah menakan aku up north. Most of us are here so aku kesian jugak ngan depa. Tapi I am sure adik-beradik belah Arwah ada to offer help.
Takpelah. Maybe next week aku balik utara to check up on my poor uncle. My Tok Cik pun meninggal kat rumah depa. So I can use the opportunity to visit her grave jugak.
Al-fatihah for Mak Arah, yek ?
Thanks.
It has been awhile since I wrote. And I do want to write, especially about just before raya and raya itself buuutt... I thought it would be nicer with pics. Buuuttt the pics are only available via Facebook and... apparently you can't copy from Facebook and paste it elsewhere.
So really right now I am waiting for my very inefficient sister to pass me the pics.
As usual, pagi raya with the ILs. Then around 12 baru le dapat aku balik rumah mak... like 5 minutes away. Second year in a row I ajak Kamil balik kampung dia and dua kali jugaklah dia tak nak.
So what to do ? Ikut my sister balik Seremban. Hehe....
Malam we visited Bab and Mami Ela and it was really fun sebab my cousin Zaf is back from Dubai. It had always been such a pleasure talking to him, especially since he and my husband both adore each other so they talked a mile a minute. Ada je benda nak cerita.
Second day, pagi-pagi lagi aku cabut balik Perak. Best.... And as usual, aku pegi solo sebab my other family members cannot bergerak pagi2 one.
Best kat Perak. At one relative's house we were served Mee Kari Ketam. Terangkat segala apa benda yang boleh diangkat. Kita orang tension sebab dok memikio macamana le masak benda alah ni. Macam masak mee kari biasa ke ?
My aunt punya lah curious sebab esok pagi when we woke up, tu dia... Mee Kari Ketam for breakfast. Berebut kita orang makan. Menjadi, buutt... kurang manisnya. Maybe they had better ketams than my aunt.
And oleh sebab itu juga, I will try to make some this Saturday.
Tunggu ya for the verdict.
Anyway we had wanted to stay for 2 nights. By 4 pm dah angkat bag dah... dah kat pintu dah kita orang pun... But punyalah busy bersembang, when I looked at the watch dah pukul 6 !
So Kamil said, toduq sajalah lagi satu malam. "You okay ke ?"
You asking me ? Of course le aku okay. Rumah my family maaa ?
Happy !!!
Anyway, yesterday Mom called to announce the death of my aunt in Kedah. My dad's sister-in-law, mom of my 4 cousins. Terkejut gak because we didn't know. Patut le mom ajak balik Kedah but she didn't tell us why. Kita orang malas le pulak nak balik because the very loooong journey.
Anyway, I am quite sad that we didn't go. I simply can't. Berguling atas lantai boss aku kalau aku ambik cuti lagi..
Dah malam baru my cousin teringat nak sms all his cousins. Aku tak perasan pun until my other cousin called around midnight to ask. Sian. Aku tak mau kacau that is why I didn't call. Busy kan ? Tengah sedih kan... Tak yah lah aku kacau.
Anyway, dah tak ramai dah menakan aku up north. Most of us are here so aku kesian jugak ngan depa. Tapi I am sure adik-beradik belah Arwah ada to offer help.
Takpelah. Maybe next week aku balik utara to check up on my poor uncle. My Tok Cik pun meninggal kat rumah depa. So I can use the opportunity to visit her grave jugak.
Al-fatihah for Mak Arah, yek ?
Thanks.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Today's ramblings
Soooo patio ku dah siap... Hehehhe...
Siap bayar pun so ... selama beberapa tahun aku akan dok sengap-sengap sebab pulus is gone...
I have taken pictures but bluetooth on this computer has gone wonky so I can't upload yet at the moment. This morning we huffed and puffed the kitchen dining table there and it is okay. The one that is not okay as I have predicted is the very empty space in the kitchen.
Hmmm....
So now tinggal nak bawak turun the day bed. And of course items to buy. And boy they are quite extensive.
1. 2 single seaters
2. Tiffany lamp (I refuse to have any other type)
3. Side table
4. Fresh new sheets for the day bed
Alamak... So .. ehm, ehm... kalau hangpa mai don't be shocked if my patio is empty... Banyaknya nak belanja !
Anyway, the ceiling fan in our upstairs family room rosak and has not been working for quite some time. When the electricians came to sort out the patio, I asked them to look at the fan and voila ! in no time, dah elok.
But the kids didn't know it and imagine their surprise when Abang accidently switched it on, it rotated. "Mummy ! The fan is working again !" I rounded up the stairs to see my children in agog. Heheh...
"What did you do ?"
"I dunno.. I just turn it on !"
So... here we go.
"This is really a miracle of Ramadhan ! Itu lah korang prayed and prayed and suddenly it repaired on its own !"
Abang still held his surprise and wonder face. Adik's pulak has turned to confusion and a bit sceptical.
"Itulah, what ever we do dalam dunia ni, kita kena mintak dekat Allah.. blah, blah, blah...*sermon* .... blah, blah... *lecture*...."
And while aku dok syok sendiri bersyarah, Adik leaned to Abang and said, "Saya tak pernah pun doa for the kipas to work...."
Abang shrugged and I just had to stop. No point anymore kan ?
Heheh... dah besar dah... Mummy tak boleh nak pull their legs dah.
Siap bayar pun so ... selama beberapa tahun aku akan dok sengap-sengap sebab pulus is gone...
I have taken pictures but bluetooth on this computer has gone wonky so I can't upload yet at the moment. This morning we huffed and puffed the kitchen dining table there and it is okay. The one that is not okay as I have predicted is the very empty space in the kitchen.
Hmmm....
So now tinggal nak bawak turun the day bed. And of course items to buy. And boy they are quite extensive.
1. 2 single seaters
2. Tiffany lamp (I refuse to have any other type)
3. Side table
4. Fresh new sheets for the day bed
Alamak... So .. ehm, ehm... kalau hangpa mai don't be shocked if my patio is empty... Banyaknya nak belanja !
Anyway, the ceiling fan in our upstairs family room rosak and has not been working for quite some time. When the electricians came to sort out the patio, I asked them to look at the fan and voila ! in no time, dah elok.
But the kids didn't know it and imagine their surprise when Abang accidently switched it on, it rotated. "Mummy ! The fan is working again !" I rounded up the stairs to see my children in agog. Heheh...
"What did you do ?"
"I dunno.. I just turn it on !"
So... here we go.
"This is really a miracle of Ramadhan ! Itu lah korang prayed and prayed and suddenly it repaired on its own !"
Abang still held his surprise and wonder face. Adik's pulak has turned to confusion and a bit sceptical.
"Itulah, what ever we do dalam dunia ni, kita kena mintak dekat Allah.. blah, blah, blah...*sermon* .... blah, blah... *lecture*...."
And while aku dok syok sendiri bersyarah, Adik leaned to Abang and said, "Saya tak pernah pun doa for the kipas to work...."
Abang shrugged and I just had to stop. No point anymore kan ?
Heheh... dah besar dah... Mummy tak boleh nak pull their legs dah.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Merepek lagi..
To say that I am tensed in really an understatement. But how else can you say it, yeah ? I have so many, many things running in my head oftentimes aku tak leh nak filter those yang real and yang merepek. Heheh..
Today, my ex-boss ajak berbuka with him. Actually it should be quite a big do with the rest of our ex-team tapi aku kan… I just didn’t get around inviting everybody. Tengok-tengok dah Monday, the day of our supposed buka and he sms-ed to ask kat mana kita buka.
Err…. heheh…
Thus I have to buka with him today.
Aku bukan tak nak. I have a very good relationship with him still. But, aku nak terawikh, that is all. Especially akhir-akhir Ramadhan ni rasa macam tak cukup aje ibadat, macam ibadat aku just like any normal days. Somehow I have always felt that ibadat during Ramadhan must be extra special.
And tolong berebut dengan ibadah for the hours and minutes of Ramadhan is nostalgia. Ramadhan also is the month of keluar malam-malam shopping for Raya, dengar lagu-lagu Raya while looking for baju kurung and what nots. And thus ada sedikit susah nak accommodate all that from 8pm (dah selesai buka) to 10pm (kedai semua dah katup pintu). Aku kan very nostalgic. I need to re-visit things that are familiar to me sebab tu 2 nights before Raya karang baru kami nak kemas rumah Mummy. Kalau malam sebelum Raya tu karang baru Mummy sibuk nak jahit curtains lagi best. The more kelam-kabut it gets, the happier I will be just so that I could re-capture the Raya of my youth.
And that is why I am contemplating to try and pujuk Mummy to masak ketupat atas unggun api like we used to. Don’t think Mum will agree sebab habis rosak rumput dia but.. I wouldn’t know until I try, kan ? I will definitely be baking cakes (butter, chocolate and marbled cheese). Although my choices of cakes has evolved somehow (used to be butter, fruit and apple cakes only).
Anyway, I have always worried about my future Rayas, when I am old and grey and anak-anak dah besar. Anak aku dua. Kalau dua-dua balik kampong mertua, sapa nak Raya dengan aku, ek ? Kalau gilir-gilir pulak, then I will never ever Raya dengan both of my children. Tak ke haru ?
Tambahan pulak that day my big boss asked my colleague on the number of her children which is an impressive 6. When I answered 2 he went, “Why aren’t you more productive ? Later on during Raya, only 2 come home and that is it ?”, shouting out my fears out loud for all and sundry to see.
But I calmly answered that I have 8 siblings and all live in Shah Alam so I still have my siblings and nieces and nephews that will visit me, eventhough I am not confident with that statement, really.
Balik tu, kebetulan CY berbuka at home so aku ceritalah the conversation with my boss, hinting like mad that she and her kids must ensure that my future Rayas would not be empty. Nasib baik dia jawab, “Jom lah kita Raya rumah Mummy lagi… kumpul kat sana ramai-ramai nak ? Adik-beradik pun jadilah….”
Lega. That is why my friends, make sure we live amongst our family and jangan gaduh adik-beradik, okay ? Because not all of us can afford 6 kids.
Today, my ex-boss ajak berbuka with him. Actually it should be quite a big do with the rest of our ex-team tapi aku kan… I just didn’t get around inviting everybody. Tengok-tengok dah Monday, the day of our supposed buka and he sms-ed to ask kat mana kita buka.
Err…. heheh…
Thus I have to buka with him today.
Aku bukan tak nak. I have a very good relationship with him still. But, aku nak terawikh, that is all. Especially akhir-akhir Ramadhan ni rasa macam tak cukup aje ibadat, macam ibadat aku just like any normal days. Somehow I have always felt that ibadat during Ramadhan must be extra special.
And tolong berebut dengan ibadah for the hours and minutes of Ramadhan is nostalgia. Ramadhan also is the month of keluar malam-malam shopping for Raya, dengar lagu-lagu Raya while looking for baju kurung and what nots. And thus ada sedikit susah nak accommodate all that from 8pm (dah selesai buka) to 10pm (kedai semua dah katup pintu). Aku kan very nostalgic. I need to re-visit things that are familiar to me sebab tu 2 nights before Raya karang baru kami nak kemas rumah Mummy. Kalau malam sebelum Raya tu karang baru Mummy sibuk nak jahit curtains lagi best. The more kelam-kabut it gets, the happier I will be just so that I could re-capture the Raya of my youth.
And that is why I am contemplating to try and pujuk Mummy to masak ketupat atas unggun api like we used to. Don’t think Mum will agree sebab habis rosak rumput dia but.. I wouldn’t know until I try, kan ? I will definitely be baking cakes (butter, chocolate and marbled cheese). Although my choices of cakes has evolved somehow (used to be butter, fruit and apple cakes only).
Anyway, I have always worried about my future Rayas, when I am old and grey and anak-anak dah besar. Anak aku dua. Kalau dua-dua balik kampong mertua, sapa nak Raya dengan aku, ek ? Kalau gilir-gilir pulak, then I will never ever Raya dengan both of my children. Tak ke haru ?
Tambahan pulak that day my big boss asked my colleague on the number of her children which is an impressive 6. When I answered 2 he went, “Why aren’t you more productive ? Later on during Raya, only 2 come home and that is it ?”, shouting out my fears out loud for all and sundry to see.
But I calmly answered that I have 8 siblings and all live in Shah Alam so I still have my siblings and nieces and nephews that will visit me, eventhough I am not confident with that statement, really.
Balik tu, kebetulan CY berbuka at home so aku ceritalah the conversation with my boss, hinting like mad that she and her kids must ensure that my future Rayas would not be empty. Nasib baik dia jawab, “Jom lah kita Raya rumah Mummy lagi… kumpul kat sana ramai-ramai nak ? Adik-beradik pun jadilah….”
Lega. That is why my friends, make sure we live amongst our family and jangan gaduh adik-beradik, okay ? Because not all of us can afford 6 kids.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Aku demam pulak
Sooo…. Aku demam ni.
I didn’t even know it until I stepped into my house and almost collapsed. It was such a busy day at work, I was overly stressed and stretched almost to the limit. I didn’t even perasan the frogs in my throat and the aching body until I collapsed on the sofa.
Mom tak sempat masak so she bought pizza. Okaylah. Luckily she made tenggiri masak taucu and there are leftovers of fucuk and suhun masak lemak so I tapau-ed that for sahur.
I didn’t even make an attempt for terawikh as I didn’t think I could even last solat Isyak.
I told Adik to follow her Tok for terawikh but she said, “But I want to be with you, Mummy……..” Awww….. I was sooo touched, the dull pain on my body temporarily slipped my mind. Temporary aje lepas tu rasa balik.
So by 9 I was already asleep and when Kamil woke me up for soq, I was shocked with the intensity of the pain in my throat and head. It was rather agonizing. Menggagau jugak turun bawah (much more careful nowadays when I tackle them stairs), sakit-sakit tekak pun belasah jugak nasi because I was soooo hungry then I popped a few Panadols and tried to go back to sleep.
Tried is the operative word. How can I sleep when Abang came in squeezed all of his mass between Adik and me, and Adik was sleeping on my shoulder tu. Lepas tu he could not lie still and kept moving and…well, aku redha ajelah.
Boss took one look at me and commented how knackered I looked. I must be more poorly than I thought I was if my exhaustion can be seen underneath all those paint I have started to apply on my face.
And my cuti could not come fast enough….
Sigh………….
I didn’t even know it until I stepped into my house and almost collapsed. It was such a busy day at work, I was overly stressed and stretched almost to the limit. I didn’t even perasan the frogs in my throat and the aching body until I collapsed on the sofa.
Mom tak sempat masak so she bought pizza. Okaylah. Luckily she made tenggiri masak taucu and there are leftovers of fucuk and suhun masak lemak so I tapau-ed that for sahur.
I didn’t even make an attempt for terawikh as I didn’t think I could even last solat Isyak.
I told Adik to follow her Tok for terawikh but she said, “But I want to be with you, Mummy……..” Awww….. I was sooo touched, the dull pain on my body temporarily slipped my mind. Temporary aje lepas tu rasa balik.
So by 9 I was already asleep and when Kamil woke me up for soq, I was shocked with the intensity of the pain in my throat and head. It was rather agonizing. Menggagau jugak turun bawah (much more careful nowadays when I tackle them stairs), sakit-sakit tekak pun belasah jugak nasi because I was soooo hungry then I popped a few Panadols and tried to go back to sleep.
Tried is the operative word. How can I sleep when Abang came in squeezed all of his mass between Adik and me, and Adik was sleeping on my shoulder tu. Lepas tu he could not lie still and kept moving and…well, aku redha ajelah.
Boss took one look at me and commented how knackered I looked. I must be more poorly than I thought I was if my exhaustion can be seen underneath all those paint I have started to apply on my face.
And my cuti could not come fast enough….
Sigh………….
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Untuk raya... sekejaaaappppp aje...
Last night I had a berbuka puasa do with an orphanage organised by the company. I didn't want to go but boss forced me to so terpaksa jugaklah pergi.
The main reason I didn't want to go was the orphans sebab ... I know I would be crying buckets as soon as my eyes clapped on them.
Surprise, surprise I didn't though. Maybe on account my boss was sitting next to me. But looking at the whole lot of them, so young, so unbelievingly gorgeous, so innocent aku sebak sangat but had to keep them all inside sebab ... well... malu le kat boss.
Anyway, the food was rather good but luckily I didn't have to pay for them sebab I ate like soooo little. Rugi aje. Actually this year, I didn't go to any buffets at all. I know it will be wasted and the exorbitant sum they charge, aku rasa macam rugi sangat. RM50 is too expensive for me already.
Anyway, kebetulan when my colleagues and I did our Maghrib, the orphans were in the surau too and it was such a touching moment for me. I kept grabbing those that were near me asking, "Boleh tak peluk makcik sekejap ?"
Many were willing and it was such a nice feeling to see them shyly but eagerly returned my hugs.
One little girl, so painstakingly adorable in blue tudung, raised her hand happily when I asked, "Sapa nak peluk makcik ni ?" and she ran and jumped on me and the hug she gave me was so tight. Ayaq mata memang mengalir dan dan tu jugak. Then she got up and 5 minutes later she came to me again, arms wide saying, "Saya nak peluk" and so I put her on my lap and I hugged and pinched her cheeks and well.. loved her.
They looked well fed, with nice clothes and well taken care of. But my worry had always been if they get enough hugs, and kisses (I kiss children with my nose), and sweet words thrown at them plus a tickle or two. Itu aje sebab those are the things that children really need.
I asked her name and it was soooo long, pening kepala aku. I asked if I can take her home for raya and the teacher said probably I can because her mom usually doesn't want to take her home. Her father passed away and her mom is an Indonesian that is unable to care for her. But from the looks of it, is not really bothered with her pun.
So I will try. I am gonna try and bring her home for raya and bawak balik kampung.
Insya-Allah.
The main reason I didn't want to go was the orphans sebab ... I know I would be crying buckets as soon as my eyes clapped on them.
Surprise, surprise I didn't though. Maybe on account my boss was sitting next to me. But looking at the whole lot of them, so young, so unbelievingly gorgeous, so innocent aku sebak sangat but had to keep them all inside sebab ... well... malu le kat boss.
Anyway, the food was rather good but luckily I didn't have to pay for them sebab I ate like soooo little. Rugi aje. Actually this year, I didn't go to any buffets at all. I know it will be wasted and the exorbitant sum they charge, aku rasa macam rugi sangat. RM50 is too expensive for me already.
Anyway, kebetulan when my colleagues and I did our Maghrib, the orphans were in the surau too and it was such a touching moment for me. I kept grabbing those that were near me asking, "Boleh tak peluk makcik sekejap ?"
Many were willing and it was such a nice feeling to see them shyly but eagerly returned my hugs.
One little girl, so painstakingly adorable in blue tudung, raised her hand happily when I asked, "Sapa nak peluk makcik ni ?" and she ran and jumped on me and the hug she gave me was so tight. Ayaq mata memang mengalir dan dan tu jugak. Then she got up and 5 minutes later she came to me again, arms wide saying, "Saya nak peluk" and so I put her on my lap and I hugged and pinched her cheeks and well.. loved her.
They looked well fed, with nice clothes and well taken care of. But my worry had always been if they get enough hugs, and kisses (I kiss children with my nose), and sweet words thrown at them plus a tickle or two. Itu aje sebab those are the things that children really need.
I asked her name and it was soooo long, pening kepala aku. I asked if I can take her home for raya and the teacher said probably I can because her mom usually doesn't want to take her home. Her father passed away and her mom is an Indonesian that is unable to care for her. But from the looks of it, is not really bothered with her pun.
So I will try. I am gonna try and bring her home for raya and bawak balik kampung.
Insya-Allah.
Friday, August 19, 2011
How to review reports
Cara-cara nak review report staff anda
Step 1
Cuba baca tengok. Don't judge first. Do not think about the grammar mistakes and whatever dark and insidious lurking between the words.
Step 2
Take a deep breath and try to stem your anger. Re-read again, slowly this time eventhough you know changing the speed level is not going to help much.
Step 3
It is better for you to tackle the grammar and vocabulary first before you do the context because sometimes, things do get clearer when everything is fixed nicely. Oh, you might need to get the offender to sit next to you so that you can ask him to explain what is the meaning of all that ****.
Step 4
Ignore his/her sheepishness. It will definitely come as soon as your 3rd correction.
Step 5
Surpress whatever pity you have for him/her by your 10th "What do you mean by this ?" because if you do, they will inadvertantly feel relaxed and will never ever learn. You will be their English teacher forever and ever and ever if you do this (my daughter certainly thinks I am one because of my red pen and angry mutterings while I read them reports !!)
Step 6
Once you delved into their heads and finally understood what he/she was trying to say, read it again to assess the quality of their field work.
Step 7
Explain to them carefully what is missing and ask them to try and 'beef' up the report. Worst case, you have to send them to do field work again.
Step 8
Review them reports again. You are allowed to sigh and shook your head if mistakes are made again. Challenge the contents. Ask them to provide proof of whatever they are saying. Send them away to repair whatever that needs repairing.
Step 9
At this stage you are allowed to cry if things are still not right.
Step 10
Grit your teeth if the aesthetics of the report is not taken care of. Or horrors upon horror if there are still mistakes and errors and points that are without evidence and merit. Point it out to them and ask them clean it up. Again.
Step 11
If the report is still not satisfactory, ask for a soft copy. Once you get the damn thing, do it yourself. Something that you should have done really by Step 4.
Step 1
Cuba baca tengok. Don't judge first. Do not think about the grammar mistakes and whatever dark and insidious lurking between the words.
Step 2
Take a deep breath and try to stem your anger. Re-read again, slowly this time eventhough you know changing the speed level is not going to help much.
Step 3
It is better for you to tackle the grammar and vocabulary first before you do the context because sometimes, things do get clearer when everything is fixed nicely. Oh, you might need to get the offender to sit next to you so that you can ask him to explain what is the meaning of all that ****.
Step 4
Ignore his/her sheepishness. It will definitely come as soon as your 3rd correction.
Step 5
Surpress whatever pity you have for him/her by your 10th "What do you mean by this ?" because if you do, they will inadvertantly feel relaxed and will never ever learn. You will be their English teacher forever and ever and ever if you do this (my daughter certainly thinks I am one because of my red pen and angry mutterings while I read them reports !!)
Step 6
Once you delved into their heads and finally understood what he/she was trying to say, read it again to assess the quality of their field work.
Step 7
Explain to them carefully what is missing and ask them to try and 'beef' up the report. Worst case, you have to send them to do field work again.
Step 8
Review them reports again. You are allowed to sigh and shook your head if mistakes are made again. Challenge the contents. Ask them to provide proof of whatever they are saying. Send them away to repair whatever that needs repairing.
Step 9
At this stage you are allowed to cry if things are still not right.
Step 10
Grit your teeth if the aesthetics of the report is not taken care of. Or horrors upon horror if there are still mistakes and errors and points that are without evidence and merit. Point it out to them and ask them clean it up. Again.
Step 11
If the report is still not satisfactory, ask for a soft copy. Once you get the damn thing, do it yourself. Something that you should have done really by Step 4.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Merepek bulan Ramadhan
Cuti aku hari ni...
Sebab aku juga cuti tang lain, aku dok berangan tak mau bangun soq sebab... well what for right ? Tapi Abang asked oh so politely if I can whip up some pancakes for soq, so... terpaksa jugaklah bangun.
Because cuti, the kids tak tiduq as usual after soq. Depa pi bantai tengok telly in my room.. Adik entah kenapa suka sangat series Thin Blue Line, a British series with Mr Bean in it. Jadi police officer siap. Anyway, mengekek-ngekek lah budak2 ni gelak2 sampai menganggu my very much needed slumber. So I chased them out of the room but since my sleep was already disturbed, I couldn't seem to achieve REM.
Bangun and veg in front of the telly while checking on the contractors buat my patio.
Can I just say that it is looking gorgeous, my patio ? Depa tak letak bumbung lagi, baru ada frame bumbung and it is already so damn pretty ! I was contemplating of letting it be like that, no need bumbung... But.. satgi hujan lagu mana ? I intend to have my food there.
Or... not.
Actually we are not sure what is the purpose of the patio, really.
Initial plan memang sebagai dining like my parents' house. So I was thinking of placing the kitchen dining table there instead of buying another one. Aku rasa macam frivolous and melampau lah sangat pulak kalau rumah aku ada sampai 3 dining table.
Okay, fine... Tapi what are we going to do with the empty space in the kitchen now ?
Kamil suggested putting the one from our dining room but then nanti, what are we going to do with that space pulak ?
And I was thinking we must have an option to eat inside the house sebab musim2 nyamuk dok pakat2 keluaq, kami kena makan kat dalam jugak dak ?
So... nak buat living room ? Kena ada telly. Kalau takdak telly memang wasted lah. Ngan aku-aku tak mau duduk tang tu. Hehehhe......... Problem lak. Tapi beranikah nak letak telly kat luaq ? Satgi hilang, haru lah. Bebailah si Kamil.
Anyway, besok2 I will tangkap some gambaq of my almost ready patio, kay ?
Sebab aku juga cuti tang lain, aku dok berangan tak mau bangun soq sebab... well what for right ? Tapi Abang asked oh so politely if I can whip up some pancakes for soq, so... terpaksa jugaklah bangun.
Because cuti, the kids tak tiduq as usual after soq. Depa pi bantai tengok telly in my room.. Adik entah kenapa suka sangat series Thin Blue Line, a British series with Mr Bean in it. Jadi police officer siap. Anyway, mengekek-ngekek lah budak2 ni gelak2 sampai menganggu my very much needed slumber. So I chased them out of the room but since my sleep was already disturbed, I couldn't seem to achieve REM.
Bangun and veg in front of the telly while checking on the contractors buat my patio.
Can I just say that it is looking gorgeous, my patio ? Depa tak letak bumbung lagi, baru ada frame bumbung and it is already so damn pretty ! I was contemplating of letting it be like that, no need bumbung... But.. satgi hujan lagu mana ? I intend to have my food there.
Or... not.
Actually we are not sure what is the purpose of the patio, really.
Initial plan memang sebagai dining like my parents' house. So I was thinking of placing the kitchen dining table there instead of buying another one. Aku rasa macam frivolous and melampau lah sangat pulak kalau rumah aku ada sampai 3 dining table.
Okay, fine... Tapi what are we going to do with the empty space in the kitchen now ?
Kamil suggested putting the one from our dining room but then nanti, what are we going to do with that space pulak ?
And I was thinking we must have an option to eat inside the house sebab musim2 nyamuk dok pakat2 keluaq, kami kena makan kat dalam jugak dak ?
So... nak buat living room ? Kena ada telly. Kalau takdak telly memang wasted lah. Ngan aku-aku tak mau duduk tang tu. Hehehhe......... Problem lak. Tapi beranikah nak letak telly kat luaq ? Satgi hilang, haru lah. Bebailah si Kamil.
Anyway, besok2 I will tangkap some gambaq of my almost ready patio, kay ?
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