Tuesday, May 31, 2005

A Different Perspective

Sometimes we also need to look into any matter, ANY matter at all, in a different perspective. There is a reason to nearly everything I guess.

So learning from an innocent baby, like little Jack-Jack, I looked at the world in different perspective too.

But they say, sometimes when you do that, you can also see ghosts.

You see I am afraid of ghosts. Afraid, very afraid.

Sunday, May 29, 2005


As if the last entry was not enough, now you would have to bear more of Lollies' anger. Unfortunately, it is about the bitch next door again.

The other day, she charged into my home like a typical pig that she is. She banged my door furiously as though someone is dying desperate to give birth to a humungus child. Except, it was not anything as noble as that. Not with her!

The thing us, she thought no one was at my house that day. She thought my helper was alone with my children. My car was not there. Neither was my lover's. And banged as she might, she did.

She didn't know that my parents were there, though. My dad parked his car elsewhere.

My mum opened the door. Surprised she was.

Lu mau apa ketuk-ketuk rumah orang macam ni?

Eh! Wa mau cakap sama itu olang gaji.

Dia kerja. Lu pi balik!!.

My dad who was upstairs heard the commotion and went down.

Apa lu mau?!!

Errrr...tak ada saya mau cakap sama itu olang gaji ahhh..dia sudah silam itu pokok ahhh kasik basak sama saya punya cupboard lorrrr..nanti losak woo. Saya bukan malah keleta saya basah..tapi itu cupboard kayu losak wo.

Semalam lu sudah marah sama dia, jerit-jerit, semua orang tengok sekarang lu datang sini mau marah lagi?

Errr saya talak malah. Saya cakap saja.

Cakap!! Ini macam datang cakap ka? Kalau lu mau cakap, lu tunggu anak gua balik, lu cakap sama dia. Apa pasal lu tak tunggu dia balik. Lu mau marah sama itu orang gaji ya? Lu ingat tak ada orang sini ya? Lu tak boleh masuk sini. Lain kali picit loceng. Sekarang lu keluar!

She left. Apparently not happy.

Unfortunately, my helper was never left alone each time she is doing work outside. Why, just yesterday she was minding her business at the back of my house, she got a stare from the Bitch!

This morning, while washing the car, another stare!

What is her problem???? Not enough fucking from her ConstLuction expert husband or what?? She is that kind of people who feels the need to be in power but you see, she has none. She only has her kids that she can boss with and her helper that she can practice dictatorship on. She has little respect for people. Knowing that my helper is a helpless being, afraid and is afterall, a helper..she took advantage. She is trying to play mental with her.

And I don't like that! I don't like her doing that to my helper at any time.

She can't intimidate me, though. I know she tried, first with her renovation and then it was her plant that she wanted to plant on a shared compound..and many more, but I said no! I also mouthed FUCK YOU to myself.

Now she thinks she has a new toy to play with. My helper!!!!

I so feel like going to her house and give her a piece of my mind, really. But I don't want her to be my teacher. I am not going to reciprocate her and become a pig too. One pig in the neighbourhood is enough, thank you.

My helper looks sad today. Her eyes are all puffy. I don't even have any word of kindness with her. I am not good at handling emotions. I am just not that kind of person. Good soothing words do not come from me. I work better when I'm in rage. My system responds well to me in that mode. The way I handle emotion is by being quiet.

But Yati, my helper, has no friends here. I feel for her. She is like a young child really. I know she felt terribly alone and upset.

I think, that she feels that she has angered me and dissappointed me. All this while she worked hard, presumably to please me. And this Bitch spoils it all.

Instead I told her, beef up woman. Be strong. Don't allow her to win at her game. When she stare, you sing and be happy. Don't let her know that you sad or scared. No! Show otherwise, let's see how that'll drive her crazy.

I think Yati is now incredibly confuse.

I ask her, would you like to call Indonesia today. And she said yes, her eyes still sad.

I dialled for her, but no one was home. Oh! Her frustrated look. She almost cried in front of me. I said we'll try again later. Please, please don't cry in front of me. I wouldn't know what to do.

Tommorrow, Yati must lock the gates. Yes, she must.

Saturday, May 28, 2005

God, Grant Me Guidance

Pada suatu hari Nabi Daud a.s. duduk di mihrabnya yang di situ ia salat dan beribadah. Ketika ia memasuki kamarnya, ia memerintahkan para pengawalnya untuk tidak mengizinkan seseorang pun masuk menemuinya atau mengganggunya ketika ia salat.

Tiba-tiba, beliau dikkejutkan ketika melihat dua orang lelaki berdiri di hadapannya. Nabi Daud a.s. takut kepada mereka berdua kerana mereka telah berani memasuki kamar peribadinya, padahal ia telah memerintahkan agar tak seorang pun masuk menemuinya.

Nabi Daud a.s. bertanya kepada mereka: "Siapakah kalian berdua?" Salah seorang lelaki itu berkata: "Janganlah takut wahai tuanku. Aku dan laki-laki ini berselisih pendapat. Kami datang kepadamu agar kamu memutuskan dengan cara yang benar." Nabi Daud a.s. bertanya: "Apa masalahnya?" Laki-laki yang pertama berkata: "Saudaraku ini mempunyai sembilan puluh sembilan kambing betina, sedangkan aku hanya mempunyai satu. Ia telah mengambilnya dariku." Ia berkata: "Berikanlah kepadaku, lalu ia mengambilnya dariku."

Nabi Daud a.s. berkata tanpa mendengar pendapat atau argumentasi pihak yang lain: 'Sesungguknya dia telah berbuat zalim kepadamu dengan meminta kambingmu untuk ditambahkan kepada kambingnya. Dan sesungguhnya kebanyakan orang-orang yang berhubungan itu sebagian mereka berbuat zalim kepada sebagian yang lain, kecuali orang-orangyang beriman.'

Nabi Daud a.s. terkejut ketika tiba-tiba dua orang itu menghilang dari hadapannya. Kedua orang itu bersembunyi laksana awan yang menguap di udara. Akhirnya, Nabi Daud a.s. mengetahui bahwa kedua lelaki itu adalah malaikat yang diutus oleh Allah SWT kepadanya untuk memberinya pelajaran: hendaklah ia tidak mengambil keputusan hukum di antara dua orang yang berselisih kecuali setelah mendengar perkataan mereka semua. Barangkali pemilik sembilan puluh sembilan kambing itu yang benar. Daud tunduk dan bersujud serta rukuk kepada Allah SWT dan meminta ampun kepada-Nya. Allah SWT berfirman:

Has the Story of Disputants reached thee? Behold, they climbed over the wall of the private chamber;

When they entered the presence of David, and he was terrified of them, they said "Fear not; we are two disputants, one of whom has wronged another; Decide now between us with truth, and treat us not with us injustice, but guide us to the even Path.

"This man is my brother. He has nine and ninety ewes, and I have (but) one: Yet he says, 'Commit her to my care,' and is (moreover) harsh to me in speech."

(David) said "He has undoubtedly wronged thee in demanding thy (single) ewe to be added to his (flock of) ewes: truly many are the partners (in business) who wrong each other: Not so do those who believe and work deeds of righteousness, and how few are they?".....And David gathered that We had tried him: he asked forgiveness of his Lord, fell down, bowing (in prostration), and turned (to God in repentance).

So We forgave him this (lapse): he enjoyed, indeed, a Near Approach to Us, and a beautiul Place of (final) Return.

38:21-26 (Surah Shad)

Friday, May 27, 2005

My Helper's First Bashing

Do you remember that I took a helper into my humble home a month ago? Refer Pep Talk. She has been fine. I have no complaints about her. The kids like her. Zachary has taken well with her. She is a fast learner and can be proactive as much as creative. So I have no qualms.

However today my helper, her name is Yati, got her first scolding. More like a bashing really. And amazingly, not by me or any of my family members.

It was from my immediate neighbour on my right.


My neighbour I mean.

Apparently Yati was watering the plants using the water hose. And well, she must have sprinkled water generously over to her precious boundary. And she does not take that very well. In fact she was angry, she practically shouted at Yati. At the top of her lungs.

Her usual self actually. Let me tell you this..I really don't like this woman. She shouts everyday. To her son Brendon, SHUT UP BLENDON!! WHY YOU SO STUPID ONE??. To her other kids HOW MANT TIMES MUST I TELL YOU NOT TO MESS THIS ROOM AAHHH to her helper SAYA SUDAH CAKAP SAMA LU WO. APASAT LU BODOH SANGAT TAK FAHAM APA SAYA CAKAP. BELAPA KALI SAYA MAU CAKAP SAMA LU?

Day in day out, I have to suffer this noise pollution from this woman. Let's call her B. B stands for bitch.

The last time we spoke to her, was on the first week we moved in. We were not happy with her house renovation that has encroached our lawn. Dia buat tingkap kat party wall. Party wall is the wall yang rumah terrace share. So you cannot put a window there. Memangla at the moment side aku kosong sebab aku tak renovate. Tapik dia still tak leh buat tingkap tu. Dok pandang aje rumah aku pulak.

So my lover told her to take it out before she spent more and had to be taken down later. She had the cheek to ask my husband

When do you think you are going to lenovate (renovate) your house?

(actually we are not in planning at all to renovate our house). Well three months time.

Then you just cover this up later lorrr.

No I'm not going to do that. You must not have this window on a party wall in the first place.

No tlabel (trouble) what, you just cover up this window. I won't complain one.

I am not going to agree to that at all.

Well, I'll talk to my husband. He is in Cambodia. He is a constluction expert maaa. He'll be back next month.

I don't care if your husband is in Cambodia or North Pole. If he is such an expert, he won't put this window here in the first place and I am telling you that this is against the Council regulation. If you don't take this window by this week, I will make a formal complaint and will get the council tear down the whole wall. Let me tell you this, I AM A CONSTRUCTION CONSULTANT. Tell your expert husband that!!

(She frowned) then said, So, if you want to lenovate (renovate) that time ahh, you better be sure ahh, you inform me first. My children all ahh cannot stand noise one you know and the dust. You must do it on school holiday so I can go to my palents (parents) house.

Are you the local council?

(Confused face)No.

Then I don't have to report shit to you.

That was our welcoming note to the tarzan bitch. But she is no Bo Derek I tell you. Far from it.

The thing about her scolding my helper is, I understand that my neighbour is not happy that her cement is wet and all. But I think she could say it nicely to my helper. I also prefer she tell it to me and let me deal with my helper myself. But what am I to expect from a tarzan.

Can I teach her civilisation?

Thursday, May 26, 2005


We really had nothing better to do the last time went balik kampung, my sis-in-law brought a wheelbarrow of young coconuts. My lover, being good with his hands, ehem, ehem decide to crack open all the coconuts so that all of us lazy bum-good-for-nothing, thirsty people could enjoy the sweet juice of the young fresh coconut juice while we sit back and not dirty any of our manicured fingers.

Some of the coconuts on the ground. See the thick shell, even thicker than our kraniums. If my lover can knock the senses out of my head, coconuts is easy peasy for him.

See, this is where you start to get the juice. Chop off that part of the coconut. The bottom part. Those are not my hands.

Ahhh the sacred juice. Tropical country's juicy secret to black hair.

We were lucky we have guinea pigs to be the taster. So you OK Batrisyia. Not giddy? Pass QC test.

Besides the juice, the other refreshing thing about the coconut is the flesh of the cocnut. Creamy creamy tasty thing. If you don't have a spoon with you, peel a bit of the top bottom of the coconut to make a spoon. Go natural. Wear your birthday suit. The right picture is a demonstration on how to rake the coconut's flesh.

If you have too many coconuts to handle in one go, why not make a bag of it. Refer to the top left picture.Peel off a bit of the thick coconut's skin. Use a strong knife. For kids make sure the adults do it for you. Top right picture. Then pull off the skin slowly but firmly.. Repeat the same thing on another cocnut. And tie the peeled skin together. And walah you are already on the go. Lollies spring collection handbags. You can even eat it, drink from it and knock those nasty muggers with it.

Of course if you make a mess, clean up after you. Boys go throw these away or no coconut juice for you. Batrisyia, let the boys do it darling. Don't dirty your pretty fingers.

Then drink away. Don't bother lookig for me. I am not in the picture. I am tired of the commotion taking pictures and all. The one in the white headscarve is my mother in law.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005


Hari ini aku cuti. Dan hari ini juga aku telah buat hati lover aku happy dan juga hati gomen kita happy, itupun kalo gomen kita ni ada hati dan perasaanlah. Akhirnya setelah sekian lama dipujuk dipaksa oleh lover aku suruh buat MYKAD, aku pun agreelah nak buat hari ini dan memanjangkan cuti over the weekend semalam.

Aku seriously cukup malas nak buat MYKAD ni sebenarnya walaupun dia orang (mereka yang memerintah) sibuk suruh buat. Sebab aku rasa dia orang ni fickle.sekejap nak letak itu, sekejap nak letak ini. Glitches here and there. Gomen kata Malaysians suka procastinate, I really blame the culture on them. Tengok orang yang awal-awal lagi dah buat MYKAD kena buat yang baru sekarang ni.

Anyway aku sampai tadi kat JPN, Plaza Massalam tu dalam 8 pagi. My number was 8077. Lover aku, 8071. The guy said come back at 9:30. Lebih kurang time tule we will be served. Kita orang ambik kesempatan, tukar surat beranak Haziq to yang baru sekarang ni, siap ada nombor IC. Tapi aku taknak buat MYKID yet. I have a feeling the MYKID tu akan kena upgrade nanti. Anyway Zachary dah ada MYKID. Haziq punya surat beranak sekejap aje siap. Then kita orang pi makan kat deret kedai tepi Plaza Massalam.Kat situ ada satu salun ni, Arabic Woman's Treatment Centre ke apa entah nama dia. It's a good place for ladies yang berhijab nak potong rambut ke berdandan and whatever. Anyway we went back and was served around 9:40 macam tule. Masa dia test aku punya cap jari, aku tengok database pasal aku keluar termasuklah gambar IC aku masa umur 12 tahun. Alahai my childhood looks..

We finished sometime atound 10:15. Siap ambik gambar semua. Rakan-rakan, please jangan pakai baju warna cerah. Lover aku pakai baju biru muda. Dia kena pakai coat. Eeeeii aku tak suke kena pakai coat dia orang. Aku rasa eerrr geli? Dan mesti oversized.

Lepas tu, lover aku nak pegi office freelance dia kat Shah Alam nak discuss the seminar thing dia nak buat esok, lusa, tulat dan the next day after tulat.Aku malaslah nak dok aje kat office dia tu, nanti rasa presser pulak dia aku kat situ walaupun I was armed with a book dan pasti akan ignore dia anyway. Heh heh aku baca Animal Farm-George Orwell sekarang. Rasa nak spread Lolliism idealogy pulak.

So aku kata aku tak nak ikut dialah. Aku nak pegi, pegi, errrrrr pegi buat FACIAL. At last. Aku dapat buat facial. Ni semua Batrisyia punya pasal. Semalam dia tengok satu patung Barbie ni. Patung tu ada freckles. Dia kata patung tu macam aku, muka dia ada luka-luka. Ish! Budak ni aku picit-picit hidung dia baru dia tau. Tunggulah Sya, tunggu ko besar nanti, dah puberty nanti, ada jerawat, pastu kena expose dengan matahari, ada pigmentation lah, open pores lah, crow feetlah, laugh lines lah. Don’t come running to ibu tau.

Anyway habis facial at 12. Aku sms lover aku "Dah habis"..dia balas "Tak siap lagi, one hour boleh?" Aku balas balik, "It’s OK. Saya baru jumpa satu kedai baju ni. Ada best buy. So take your time.". Pastu dia jawap, "GULP" Aku rasa lover aku tengah minum air tu…

He he he. Aku beli 2 baju and satu skirt floral-floral. Murah babe. Yippeee! Finally aku jumpa kedai baju plus size dah kurus!!!!

Pastu lover aku datang Plaza Massalam. Approve baju-baju yang aku neli. Makan dan kita orang balik. Sampai rumah Zachary terus tak jadik tidur dengan bibik bila nampak aku. Dia jadik sangat clingy kat aku. Anak-anak aku memang clingy kat aku. Dan aku memang suka dia clingy kat aku.

Ahhhhh that completes my day.

Sunday, May 22, 2005


It's so early in the morning now. I am suppose to be finishing my work. Everyone is asleep. I can even hear my lover's light snoring.

Then I heard the dogs wolfing. I never did like those sound. They just won't stop. And exactly at that time my computer began to show up. CTRL+ALT+Del will show you details on the programmes not responding.





While at that, since the computer is too slow ending up a task, I went to wake my lover.

Yang, I heard noises outside. It goes HU HU HU!!

Are you working or are you blogging?

That has got nothing to do with those sounds. (I whimpered) Why don't you come outside. I am scared.

Jeez, I told you to finish up early.

Then he continued sleeping. Hmmm..my hero.

Anyway I went out to finish up the damn minutes.

Then I heard those sounds again. If you must know, I am sitting next to a window. It's pitch dark out there. It's the forest behind my house and I mean real forest. My house borders the Ayer Hitam Forest Reserve. And when you are sitting alone at 12:57 a.m., and all you can see outside is just nothingness, and when you can hear (or hearing) an intense sound of whoossshhinggg, like just outside the window, wouldn't you freak out?

So I ran to the room and gasped at my lover...I AM SCARED!! There is this whoossing sound again. DUB DAB DUB DAB - that's my heartbeat sound now.. I have to remind you this, because I was confused which is which.

Anyway here I am, typing blogging away while my lover lying on the floor, sleeping and snoring even.

I think I want to go to sleep now. Now the big question is...

Should I leave my lover there and tip-toed slowly into the cosy bed. It's quite rude to wake him up, not the third time.


Bisakah aku bertanya padamu
Di mana datang sayang ini
Di redup matamu
Atau bisikan mesra

Adakah kerna sentuhan listrikmu
Buatku terus berjanji
Hati ini hanya milikmu saja
Sentuhanmu bukan datang dari dunia materi
Terasa ini pernah mengusikku
Bagai dejavu

Kurindu sentuhanmu
Kudamba sentuhanmu
Tiada lain yang ku inginkan
Hanya sentuhanmu

Thank you for putting up with me for this long. Even I couldn't stand my crankiness.

I still long for you at 1 o'clock in the afternoon during office hours. You lover, you.

Thursday, May 19, 2005


I learned a new word today. It is NICE. The word is NICE.

I learned that in Latin, the origin of the word, the word NICE means foolish.

adverb - nicely
noun - niceness
Middle English, foolish, wanton,
Latin nescius ignorant,

Nice can be traced back to the Latin word nescius 'ignorant' which is actually a combination of the prefix ne 'no' and the word scire know - also the basis for the word science.

In other words, if you were nice, you did 'not know'.

This word is incredibly confounding. A century after its first appearance in print in English around 1300, nice took on widely divergent meanings, including 'timid', 'fussy', 'dainty' and 'strange'.

The word nice meant stupid and foolish in the late 13th Century. It went through a number of changes including wanton, extravagant, elegant, strange, modest, thin, and shy.

By the early 1500's, nice is being used to mean 'requiring great precision or accuracy'--nearly the opposite of its original meaning.(3 : possessing, marked by, or demanding great or excessive precision and delicacy )

The nice we're overwhelmed with today, meaning 'agreeable' first appears in print in 1769.

So have you been nice today?


Wednesday, May 18, 2005


Save our planet. It's the only one with LOLLIPOPS

Monday, May 16, 2005


During my Primary Six times, I had a one-year honeymoon. We did our BIG exam in Primary Five for the sole reason to allow us to have one year of nothingness in Primary Six. I didn't remember doing anything in that year except play, play and more play.

Anyway my Maths teacher, whom you can smell a thousand miles away, and who inspired me to buy myself expensive perfumes when I grow up, always come up with something.

Once she asked us to memorise the timetable 13 to 20 throughout the weekend with a promise (threat) to give us an oral test the next Monday. I never believe and never get the point, till now, the need to memorise timetable 13 to 20. I know all my timetables to 12, mind you, and I think it is quite sufficient to get you going with the concept. I think mental calculation will train my brain better. (That really explain why I am no genius).

I tried and I tried to memorise them but I kept doing mental calculation rather than memorising it. I got bored. I didn't memorise it finally.

Come Monday, I was panicked!

My dear Maths teacher, presumably didn't have time to test everyone, asked for volunteers to test the students on their memory skills. I immediately volunteered! ESCAPISM!

I tested everyone..corrected them even.

Being patient when they are slow.

Whispered answers when they stammer.

Then the ball rang, my so-good-a-smell teacher ask, so Lolies, have you memorised the timetables yourself. Her face stern.

I answered with an astounding YES and even made a surprise what-kind-of-question-is-that face .

You don't trust me izzit Mrs. teacher?

You see I am a good actress.


Saturday, May 14, 2005


I am still hungry.....

Friday, May 13, 2005


Leonardo Da Vinci was born on April 15, 1452, in the small Tuscan town of Vinci, near Florence.

Da Vinci was a Florentine artist, one of the great masters of the High Renaissance, who was also celebrated as a painter, sculptor, architect, engineer, and scientist. His profound love of knowledge and research was the keynote of both his artistic and scientific endeavors. His innovations in the field of painting influenced the course of Italian art for more than a century after his death, and his scientific studies—particularly in the fields of anatomy, optics, and hydraulics—anticipated many of the developments of modern science.

His paintings among many others are MonaLisa and his own self. These two were thought to be of his self potraits. A hand-written note from the 16th century titles the drawing "Leonardus Vincius (in red chalk) - self-portrait at an advanced age (in charcoal)," so that its interpretation as Leonardo's self-portrait during the last years of his life is generally accepted nowadays.

Regardless of the new theories today to say that those are not his self pictures, I think these theories are probably the most accepted by the non-artistic and non-historians circle.

Thus, trying to emulate the Master himself, here I a with a self picture…

Unfortunately, I neither have the smile of MonaLisa nor the bushy brows of the Master…this is the best I can come up with.

While at that, SMILE. I’ve got your photos. Yes..you, you and You.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Woooo Hooooo

Can you hear their laughter as the wind rushed up their faces and get into their hair and filled up their nostrils?

They are trying to dry their hair by jutting their head out of the car's opened sunroof.

Monday, May 09, 2005


Ayoyo!! Semenjak masuk office kat Bangsar ni..hancus gila dah kulit muka aku ni. Office ni kata aje kat HQ. Kat Bangsar lagi tu. Aircond pun tarak. Panas! And humid! Dok pulak dalam close enclosure. Adalah blower yang angin dia tiup sejengkal aje dari sourcenya. So muka aku pun berminyak-minyak le jadinya. Pressure betul aku jadinya.

I really need a facial.

Tapik inilah masalahnya.

Aku tak ada duit.

Dan ini bukan cakap-cakap merendah diri. Aku memang tak ada duit.

OKlah..kalo nak tau, lover aku has been out of work for a year dah masuk bulan ni. OKlah dia ada buat his own stuff. Freelancing. Don't be fooled, friends, freelancing is just a word to sedapkan telinga mendengar. The real word to it is -jobless. Ha ha ha

OK ni tak ada kena mengena dengan jerawat aku. Cuma mungkin ianya ada kena mengena dengan aku tak ada duit.

Disebabkan aku ni species female yang dimana mereka dari Planet Venus perlu meluahkan perasaan ingin untuk membuat facial, aku cakaplah dengan lover aku. Bukan aku mintak nak pergi facial, aku cakap aje komplen muka aku banyak jerawat.

Tapik alahai, dia jadi down pulak. Sigh...

Aku dah boleh accept dah the income cut down literally to half. Seriously a lot to sacrifice. Yang pertama obviously facial works, pastu bahan cuci muka aku yang dulunya semuanya Clarins sekarang entah apa-apalah aku beli, kosmetik aku yang Estee sekarang Loreal..mahal jugak tu, rambut aku pun dah macam Captain Caveman. Nak potong pun tak mampu. Okay aku memang picky pasal kedai rambut okay..so tunggu bonuslah.

So aku kena cakap dengan someone. Aku pun membebel kat officemate aku yang sambil dengar cita aku dia tup tap tup tap menaip kat komputer tu. Obviously masuk telinga kiri keluar telinga kanan. Dia ada gak pandang aku and kata...ah ah banyaknya jerawat ko. Very encouraging.

Aku rasa aku okay aje..sebab now lover aku selalu ada dengan aku. And kita orang soma cukup makan. You can tell by my ever growing weight.

Yang lacking tu semua superficial aje.

Tapik kalo muka aku jadik buruk and all....lover aku carik lain tak ko rasa?

Aku memang insecure..

(Not) A Perfect Mummy

I need time off okay. So, sometimes I let them do what ever they want .

Big Bird will baby sit them, while I go romancing their dad. Now who said TV is not good for children..my kids learn english from TV. Go ahead Big Bird, teach them a thing or two.

Have fun Zachary. Ibu wants to do gardening now. Go dirty yourself.

Hey! Don't look at me like that. I think they like it. They do get bored of me reading to them. Balik-balik tengok muka Ibu ni..bosan!!!!

Friday, May 06, 2005

A Mother and Her Ibu

It is mother's day today, here in Malaysia. The local radio, that I listen to every morning on my way to work had mothers as their theme this week.

So it's all about mother-in-law on one day, about mothers remarrying on another. Yesterday it was dedication day for mothers. There were many callers.

Some are sad calls. Some wanted to say how they miss their mum and wished that their mum are still with them. How they wish they can still hug their mum and chat with her and do things that mum and their kids do.

Then I thought, how easy it is for one to cry when they talk about their mother. These callers are talking to the dee jays on public radio, a complete stranger, about how they miss their mum, or their mum is not well or their mum had passed away, or that they have done something wrong with their mum..and they cried. They were alright initially, then as they spoke of their mum...their words became hazy, you know that they are crying.

Mothers are really special. And I am glad I am one and I have one.

I love you ibu.

A picture of my beloved mum at 23 years old. She is now 58. She has diabetics. Otherwise she is healthy mum and sometimes an overzealous granny.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

MORE ABOUT LOLLIES - in a quiz perspective

Your Birthdate: September 18

Your birthday on the 18th day of the month suggests than you are one who can work well with a group, but still remain someone who needs to maintain individual identity.

There is a humanistic or philanthropic approach to business circumstances in which you find yourself.

You may have good executive abilities, as you are very much the organizer and administrator.

You are broad-minded, tolerant and generous; a compassionate person that can inspire others with imaginative ideas.

Some of your feelings may be expressed, but even more of them are apt to be repressed.

There is a lot of drama in your personality and in the way you express yourself to others.

Oddly enough, you don't expect as much in return as you give.

I like to think that this is true.


Things happen when you are rushing for a dateline.

I have back pain. It started last night and worsen this morning.

Okay before you smirk and gave suggestive guesses on what I did last night since it's my lover's birthday, I will just errrrr errr grin back. That's what I'll do. I am grinning in pain.

Cough! Cough! DAMN THE PAIN!

Sneeze! Sneeze! OUCH! OUCH!

Make a joke. Laugh! Laugh! AHHHHHH HELP ME MAMA!!

So I went to see the doctors. She gave me a voltaren shot. The pain is still there maybe it has reduced. But I feel a bit dizzy. I was given an MC but worried about driving at the moment.

Talk about driving. Today I drive ever so carefully. Turning the wheel throbs my back further.

I can't carry my Zachary and that hurt me most. It hurts me to not being able to carry him. If you must know I am a possessive mother. The heartache is worst than the backache.

Wait! I did carry him this morning and I was wincing all the way. So reality check. The back pain is worst!!

Oh! Go away pain..please. I want my baby back.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Lady Lollies' Lover

Today my lover is 36 years old. I think he is still the same man I know, even after knowing him for nearly a decade.

Well except for his now shorter hair, but still full crop, mind you.

A few white strands, but those of sign of yet a wiser man.

I can see his eyes better now, he has painstakingly mastered the art of putting contact lens.

He has added the infamous symbol of prosperity in the mid section, but those are signs of a well fed man.

So I am content.

It's amazing how we end up together despite being worlds apart. He is a quiet person, and I errr, I err elegant (?) ha ha ha.

Lover, I know how you hate to go to theaters with me. It is just not you, I know. But aren't you glad I made you go to the Lady Chatterley's Lover theatre? I did brief you the plot, didn't I? The anticipated scene was there, right? So the next series of theatre show was a breeze. I am sorry that the phantom is not female like I said. That's beyond my control. *wink*. We had fun visiting the theatres didn't we?

Anyway, lover, I have been calling you lover all this while. I am not sure though, how long this will last. I don't think I want you to be my lover for the rest of myself. People will start calling me a dirty old woman, if I still call you lover when I am 60. So perhaps, your role will stop then. By that time, I think I will call you toyboy.

In the meantime, happy birthday darling. May more birthdays are spent together, with me, and our children that we so love.

Your Birthdate: May 4

Being born on the 4th day of the month should help make you a better manager and organizer.

You may be more responsible and self-disciplined than you realize.

Sincere and honest, you are a serious and hard working individual.

Your feelings are likely to seem somewhat repressed at times.

The number 4 has something of an inhibiting effect on your ability to show and express affections, as feeling are very closely regulated and controlled.

You are apt to be much more practical, rational, and conscious of details.

There is a good deal of rigidity and stubbornness associated with the number 4.

He really should learn to be more romantic. But I must confess, I am happy the way he is. SHHhhhhh don't tell him that. I still want my occassional flowers.