Monday, January 23, 2006

Puss in Boots

We spent the weekend cooped up in the apartment. We cleaned up everything, scrubbed floors and roof and walls and all. No no no, not because Chinese New Year is approaching, but just because. For want of a ‘family activity’, how about that? Or plain cabin fever.

Yamtuan even scoured through the shoes cupboard, took out all shoes and polished them. And thus how he found my boots. My cool macho kick-dog-dog-die boots. I haven’t worn them for ages, 3 years maybe.

I bought them in London, that time when I was trying to give yamtuan ‘space’ to think. I came back to Malaysia with some pairs of boots ready to kick ass, and by the powers of the boots managed to dazzle (intimidate) Yamtuan into marrying me. Jodoh works in mysterious ways indeed. I love me boots!

I haven’t been wearing them for so long because they do not exactly fit my style anymore. Really, they dont exactly fit ME anymore (betis sudah tumbesaran).

And when we discovered the boots, it brought back memories of my swashbuckling days. Yeeeeeha! I became super again in Yamtuan’s eyes! Yeeeha indeed!

And this morning, I thought of wearing them to work. I have an important meeting to attend in UKM and I thought why not. I took extra care in dressing up this morning (because we woke up early, had nightmares that Yamtuan married a pontianak who later turned into pokok ketapang and one of the kids is actually a pontianak too *shivers*). Black blouse, black-white long skirt with side slits, and them boots. They are a bit tight around the calves and my face would probably turn blue by the end of the day, but if i die, i would die macho and in style. Can.

Had breakfast as usual at our Rima College favourite stall and as we we were walking back to the car, I felt heavier down at my left foot. I could not have gained that extra weight that fast, I only had fried rice and eggs and teh tarik!

Oh NO NO NO! The sole came off! It came off from the heel-part all the way to the toe-part, attached only by a flimsy stubborn streak of adhesive pleading me mintak nyawa. And it was just last Friday that Anedra told me her luck with her shoes and I laughed at her silly and now it is my turn! Huhuhuuuu…

Yamtuan had cleaned up the car too and so no spare shoes in the boot to boot! Groan!

I had to drag my left foot through the train ride to Ampang Park. It was SO bad that someone actually offered me her seat! And then walked to the office like someone who had a major ankle injury. I texted my boss saying I might be in late, and she said, ‘DAH BAGI GAJI BESAR-BESAR BELI KASUT BARU PON TAK MAMPU!’ Aiyah…. Makan dalam! Hehehehe…

So now it is 10am, I will now borrow a friend’s clogs and go to Ampang Park to have the boots fixed and maybe buy me a new pair of shoes too. Lucky my meeting is after noon. So got time to manage the crisis properly.

I tell you, walking around with a sole-less boots is SO not cool.

Monday, January 16, 2006

One for the Album

A picture of the kids and their father.

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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Buzz Buzz

Remember how I complained about having too much time in my hands?

That all I did the whole day at the office was to blog-blog-blog-pumpmilk-blog-blog-blog-goloo-blog-blog-eat-blog-blog and nothing else? You know how I felt so unproductive and heavy and lethargic from having nothing to do? Those good ole days when I came in at 1100 and leave as early as 4.30? And declared cuti as and when I feel like I was the sultanah of darul serdang? Remember how I was always saying that my mind was made for greater things, I did not pass mathematics (calculus all) just to blog-blog-blog-pumpmilk-blog-blog-blog-goloo-blog-blog-eat-blog-blog? I did not go to university for long long years and bled from the nose all just so I could be an ornamental object at the office? Remember? Those days when I could wear shorts and singlet to office and read blogs squatting on the cupboard also no body would know or care? That if I choked on a drumstick and fell dead on the floor nobody would even realize my sad pathetic demise until my body went all bloated and popped with a bang? And how I could practice target shooting until I could hit seven mosquitos with just one good squirt? And how I started to chat up the walls and by the end of the second year, when the walls started to answer back, I knew it was time to go. Or my sanity. Hehehe..

I am now 3 months at the new place, and OMG I tell you, OMG, I am so busy it is no laughing matter. OMG.

It feels like stepping down after a rollercoaster ride, and your knees feel all wobbly and the world doesn’t feel as flat as it is supposed to be? Except I haven’t stepped down yet. I am STILL on the rollercoaster thing. It is exhilarating and all that and I am having fun and I am going wheeeeeeeee and makkkkkkkkkkkk and pumped up with adrenalin and I get this high and kick and all the jazz.. but I am also bracing myself for the vomit that I know is bound to come up.

Almost everyday I go home late, sometimes I reach home an hour before midnight. Most of the days, Yamtuan would pick up the children, bathe them, cook, feed them and tuck them in. Most days Sun would eat freshly-thawed porridges and Dot would have rice with just tomato ketchup or marmite. Oh well, I don’t expect Yamtuan to serve beriani chicken or mutton masala or what.

Most days I would go home to a cranky husband and sleeping children. Or worse, I would be the one cranky like a camel.

When sometimes I get to leave the office early, I would be home armed with homework. Which is really not so bad. I would then able to feed the family proper, play with the kids and sometimes with Yamtuan too and tuck them all to bed like a dutiful mommy and wifey. Then I would open up my files and whatnots and get immersed back in that WWW, Wonderful World of Work.

I am too busy to answer emails, too busy to answer calls, too busy too busy too busy. I haven’t been blogging as often as I used too, and I miss my old haunts. Some ....ehem, lazy spots like Anedra and Ummi and Maya are fine. I can keep up with them. But the efficient ones like Ely and Mak Andeh and AuntyN, haiyo… I really cannot keep up. It would be days before I manage to open one and do ‘revision’. I could not leave comments because whatever I wanted to say would be by then too stale, too late. And I miss their company, yes I do. I would see some of their YM faces go yellow but too busy to say hi. And I wanted to write about that wonderful wonderful lunch I had with Ummi, Maya and Anedra but no time also. Funny how I had birthday lunch with cyber-friends. And I wanted to email Kak Teh and Buntat my cousin, to say, thank you for the MMS message but I thought you know my phone is the tikam-type and it doesn’t come with a mouse so how to download download? I cant retrieve the messages but I don’t delete them either. Who knows, one fine day, I will manage to tikam a better handphone? Ya?

And Crimsonskye, MobileMom, RedKebaya, NohaChomel, AuntieYan, r3dpanda, Nefernoti, Ailin, Atenah, Ely, Iskandar, AuntyN, mamiJarum, Jokontan, QOTH, Imp and those who visited and said all those wonderful things for my birthday and rallying behind me in the Say No to Oven campaign, thank you thank you.

2006 is gonna be a great year, ya?

Sigh, cant i just blog-blog-blog-pumpmilk-blog-blog-blog-goloo-blog-blog-eat-blog-blog and do nothing else at the office? Oh Puke.