I'm locked out!!!!!!!!!!

Why am I blogging at 7 in the morning? Because I've been locked out of my own room!!!!!!!!!! By myself. Something has gone wrong with the lock that I did not noticed when I sneaked out to go downstairs to tell bibik how to cook fried mee (as if she didn't know yet).

Hubby is snoring blissfully inside and I definitely do not want to knock because I'm pretty sure the person who'll first hear the knock will be Adam. I've given up trying the zillion key one by one. Knowing my luck, I could have surfed a thousands website in the time it takes me to find the right key.

So hear I am...blogging in the wee hour while listening the gibberish from secondary school teacher next door. Eh...I thought they only speak gibberish on Monday assembly? My only company is Kak Zehan on the msn msgr.

Perfect Sunday

I looooveee this kind of Sunday. No MBA class in the way, no greenish snot from the two boys and having breakfast at section 3. Well...truth was, we bought the breakfast at section 3 and ate at the lake. No way we could squeeze all four of us into the already crowded shop. The catch is, if we dine in, we'll get regular nasi lemak served in a plastic plate. But if we take away, the nasi lemak would be packed in banana leaf, which i'd never be tired of. So take away we did, complete with spoon and drink and apam for Adam, to our regular breakfast spot at the lake. After breakfast would be playtime for as long as the boys could play. They were free to get dirty, sunburnt and if they wanted to, roll on the grass by all mean :D

Then back to home sweet home, which by now would be sparkling clean in our absence. I'd be playing chef with two little assistant permanently sticking by my side or behind. Its a wonder these two boys never get drenched in hot oil or boiling chicken curry.

We ate lunch then slept the afternoon away then out we go again. Today would be a birthday party at a poolside, which meant, no trip to pusat akuatic necessary.

I wonder how long am I allowed to have this kind of Sunday before the boys get too busy with their own lives. I hope long enough!

Hot! Hot! Hot!

It was supposed to be an equinox day today. Sure, I am very aware of it but I think the media sort of overplayed the issue. So what if it was hot today? Heat stroke???? Fat chance! This is Malaysia, a tropic country. Equinox or no, it was already boiling hot. Today would just be another hot and sweaty day. To help pushing up the temperature were MBSA workers under strict order from their bosses to chop down oxygen producing trees and replace with plastic coconut trees.

The kids and I played outdoor as usual. It is most unlikely for the already sunburnt boys to suddenly collapse of heatstroke. Unless it was 20 degrees on Sunday and suddenly 40 degrees on Monday. As it is, it had been over 37 degress for days...or was it weeks.

Some nerve he got

Tok Kie was here, due to a meeting tomorrow. The good thing was, I was let off the hook by the boys who decided to harass their tok kie instead. The bad news by the way, I missed out all the fun at Bukit Jelutung organised by Ninuk. And being in the state of mind I was right now, I really needed a lot of entertaining.

I heard about this friend....mmm no, I wouldn't call him a friend...an ex-friend is more like it. This ex-friend whom I heard last year cheating on friends money is now back on a bigger scale. No longer targetting cash strapped friends for a few thousands. The ex-friend is now targetting MNC for hundreds over thousand by forging signature on cheques. My goodness..........!!!!!!!! And he has been arrested! and bailed out! Is this what Amin was trying to tell me on the reunion day? I think so. Lotsa nerve to end up living life like that. For what? Imagine raising a child with ill gotten money, wouldn't the bad feeling enough to put people off? Sheesh....he did buy me lunch a couple of years back.

Whereever he is now and whatever he is doing at the moment, I hope one day he'll realised that success was not measured by car or cash but rather the state of blessedness you're living and hope he'll be able to turn a new leaf.
Nobody is a saint but no harm trying to be one. At the very least, it is definitely better that being a devil.

Hot mommy

The ladies at my aerobic class had concern other than selberian diamond today. Suddenly they were very interested in current weather. And deeply concerned that their kids would be exposed to an extraordinarily hot weather this coming Monday. To add to their worries, it would be the first school day after term break. So these pretty mommies were discussing on what to do and what not to do on Monday. One mommy decided to chauffeur her kids around, which to me sounded like a good idea, looking from her kids point of view. Most probably the kids would end up at Starhill after school. Another mommy planned to take the easy way out by declaring no school day for Monday. Lucky kids!

Thank goodness nobody asked what my plan would be because I certainly did not have one. Amri will go to kindy as usual and by evening both of them will play outdoor unless it rains.

I am getting younger!!!!!!!!

Why? Coz all my teenage years symptoms were back. Zits were sprouting out all over my face mercilessly. I had dandruff. I had period pain. I suffered from terrible pms that left me feeling murderous. My once steady hormons were now raging and causing havoc to the whole system.

But worst of all, my long gone gastric made a comeback. With a vengeange. While I was fighting the traffic jam on the way home. Alone. Of all the places. I used all the red light stops to double over and tried to regain my composure. Never before in my life since I received the driving license that I were so deeply thankful to the red light. But a mere 2 km from my home, on the last hurdle of traffic light, I broke down and cried. Not just because of the pain. But being in pain and alone.

I spent all night doubling over on my bed, alone again because dear hubby brought the boys to the guest room to allow me some space. Somehow, it heightened the blues.

Selamat Pengantin Baru

To Pak Caq....my all time favourite uncle! We all missed arwah Mak Caq sorely but no one would have missed her more than you. It has been two years and we could only guess how lonely you are in the big house.

All of us are very happy for you and hope the new Mak Caq will take good care of you and make you happy. To Ida, congratulation and hope you two get along well. To Kak Zehan, now you have a mom in law and Sarah a grandma. To Kak Dewi, you've been one amazing lady, shouldering the big part of the show. Now you can take a break.

Congratulation!

Back on cyberworld

Finally, my streamyx is up though the wiring left much to desire. Now....where did I save my previous unposted blogs? I shall endeavour the rest of today to upload whatever that has been collecting dust in my harddisk. Maybe it's not just dust.....hehehe...

I think I did not get the terms 'lady of leisure' right. In anticipation of my stay at home mom status, I went all out and did everything under the sun. I paid a year worth of aerobics class fee, bought a stack of new books that I had always wanted to read, joined usrah circle at my neighbourhood, joined the ladies swimming club and almost signed up for open water diving course. I've been eyeing that cool racing bicycle as well and hoping dear hubby would buy for me. Even after the family day ended, I was still trailblazing around town, occasionally went swimming with Amri or to the playground with Adam. I did not even have time to visit Kak Yana at HUKM with her newborn baby. Then a dear friend kindly pointed out, lady of leisure did not sign up for more seminars than the number of days in a week plus accepting whatever projects happened to pass by under her nose. Lady of leisure is supposed to be strolling around stupidly at Starhill then goes for manicure. Occasionally the lady will tee off at nearby green with her friends of leisure too.

By all means, leisure sure defined differently by both side of my brain