Oh So Drama

It's my routine to wake up at around 5.45 am to get ready every morning. My routine would include prying Little Miss from her bed, asking her to bath and reminding her to brush her teeth. Then I will prepare breakfast, soft-boiled eggs and drinks (me, hubs - coffee, Little Miss - her Sustagen Choc drink). Then I will go and bath and solat and get ready for work. Routine. Reliable, boring, repetitive routine.

My phone is my alarm. I usually set it at 5.30 am, then snooze it when it rings. 10 minutes after that, the alarm will sound again, and depending on the time I fell asleep last night, I will either shut/snooze the alarm or haul my lazy ayce out of bed. Today was one of the good days. The alarm rang, I snoozed once (out of habit) but even before the snooze alarm went off, I was up and taking a bath already.

While in the shower, I can hear the blardy alarm going off again. Dang! Forgot to turn my fail-safe alarms, set at 5.45 am. But hubs was around. Still asleep, so I thought he'll just shut it off while brushing my teeth. But as I was shampooing my hair, the alarm was still blaring. At first I was like, pissed off. Tidur mati lah tu, I thought. I continued to wash off the shampoo and still the alarm was blaring away. Bangunlah Little Hero nanti, I grumbled, this time feeling like dashing out the bathroom in my towel to shut the damned thing off.

But then, tiba-tiba I was like, eh, napa tak bangun-bangun ni? Mati ke ape laki aku ni? Yes, in retrospect, I was being quite the drama queen in the shower this morning. Thoughts flashed in my head, of me wearing black, of Little Hero running around like his normal active self, oblivious of the tragedy, of Little Miss growing up without her dad.

I hurriedly washed off the remnants of soap and shampoo, wrapped the towel around me, didn't even bother to dry myself and stepped out of the bathroom, half expecting (dreading?) trying to shake awake a cold and el muerta hubs. As soon as I neared the bed, hubs actually stirred and in his blurred, sleepy, half-awake state, looked at my dripping-wet self, AND BLARDY WENT BACK TO SLEEP! He didn't even bother to switch off the still-blaring alarm!

I stood there for a few more seconds, part angry, part relieved and part swallowing my own laughter and stupidity and thanked Allah for another day with my hubs. With all my loved ones.

extra prescription. I don't know what made me so sure hubs will go first. Jangan-jangan aku yang mati dulu -_-.

Katie Melua - Nine Million Bicycles

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing, that's a Fact,

It's a thing we can't deny

Like the fact that I will love you till I die

I can't help but smile every time I hear this song. Seriously smile. And think of that someone, who truly was with me, through ups and downs, tears and laughter, pain and joy. Through everything.

Tuhan Tolong Aku

*THUNDERS*

Sapa kata Aku tak tolong kau?
Sorry, that was Tuhan screaming in my head.

Aku seorang yang paranoid, kalau korang tak tahu lah. Aku sangat paranoid sebenarnya. Dan aku seorang yang sangat-sangat jealous dan sensitif. Macam manalah hubby boleh tahan perangai aku, aku pun tak tahu. (Mungkin Tuhan yang banyak tolong dia in that sense).

Dahlah aku paranoid, aku jugak sangat kuat berimaginasi. MasyaAllah, sungguh kuat imaginasi aku. Kalau imaginasi yang elok-elok je, tak pe jugak. Tapi ini tak, asyik-asyik imagine yang bukan-bukan.

Dahlah aku paranoid dan kuat berimaginasi, aku suka merajuk. Kadang-kadang tu, merajuk sebab benda-benda yang aku paranoidkan, lepas tu, imaginasi aku ialah benda yang bukan-bukan, padahal bukan betul pun. Lepas tu, aku merajuk. Apekah?

Tuhan, tolong hubby aku!

ps. Does this count as a surat chenta?

Sayang, where's my Orgasm?

*crick*

That's the collective sound of the whole room swivelling their head to get a better look at whoever uttered those word.

By that virtue alone, I should christen my new TyTN II -- Orgasm.

Yum.

There's No Place Like Home.

In case you didn't know (cos I didn't tell you, cos I didn't think it was really gonna happen), we spent Raya Haji at Terengganu. *sigh*. Agak meng-nightmare-kan. Now, I am not a bratty, Paris Hilton type of girl. I can hold my own, tapi, I dunno, maybe deep down, wayyyy deeeeeep down, I am a snob.

We went back to hubby's hometown in Terengganu. I have no idea what's the name of the town, I think it was Batu Hampar or something. The house was old. And I mean old, creaky, wooden, berlubang-lubang type of kampung house. But hey, I survived it. Maybe we get to do it again next year (and only my love for hubby would enable me to survive that one, cos then, I'll know what I'm getting myself into).

I dunno lah. I'd like to think that I don't think I'm above all that. That Allah can easily take away all my comforts that I have in KL (seeing that I only remember Him when it suits me). That I can be worst off than that place. Tapi, entahlah. I can't stand it there. The smell. And it's dirty. I guess they think that it's old and crumbling anyways, bakpo nak kemas-kemas. The only person who did any cleaning up was hubby's Tok, an 90% deaf 80+ year old.

We spent about 3 days 2 nights there. 1 night was spent at Ayah Long, hubby's uncle, in some Felda in Kuantan, Pahang. Another nightmare. Not as bad as Terengganu, the house at least was rumah batu. But still, the floor had all this sand on them. Sands that will stick to your foot when you walk. And it will get everywhere. Why oh why don't these people clean up? Tak de sapu ke? And what's with the scattered utensils, pots and pans, pinggan etc?

They (as in hubby's relatives) think I am rich, that my family is rich. My house in KL has 8 rooms, rumah batu etc. But even if we lived in a small, cramped place, I am bloody sure my Mak will keep it clean. I don't think she'll let all the sand in house that long. She'll keep away her stuff (she might forget where she puts them, but at least they're out of the way). Sarung kusyen, almari etc, will not be as berdebu. Gawd. I am so sad thinking about all this.

MORAL OF THE STORY : I am fragile. I miss my Mak and Ayah all the time. I don't like going to other people's house and staying there, especially if I can avoid it. I think next time, I'll figure out a ruse to persuade hubby to stay at a hotel.