Terima Kasih Daun Keladi

Thank you for all the wishes and doa's -- Alhamdulillah, I am truly grateful to be 38, happy to make it this far with all the Blessings that has sustained me. A special thank you to my dad and sisters, who either called or haloscanned. ( Note the conspicuous absence of my brother, who was too caught up in the new Emirates stadium to care about anything else, I guess)

The only way I celebrate is by eating. I'd like to celebrate by spending money on possessions, but I don't have enough money to generate any decent magnitude of joy, so food is the next best thing.

What's that? Yes, I am aware that sex is usually free.

Let's see, my birthday was on Sunday and by way of celebration I had laksam, pulut kuning with rendang ayam, spaghetti scampi, pizza alaNapoli, gelati, the requisite afogato, and then Kemaman coffee, and some rather dissapointing kerepok lekor. Saiffuddin was most helpful and not even once mentioned the word "kurus". (He was extra nice the whole day, even though I took the liberty to only shower at 4 pm, that is, after watching "The Wedding Date" on Star Movies. At the Curve, he embarassed me by constantly sniffing my hair, although it's possible that he was just trying to ascertain that I actually did mandi)

Today, the orgy continued : Suhaimi and Papa Khalid organized a party of sorts at the office : tons of nasi lemak, mee goreng, sambal sardin, sotong masak hitam and yum yum serawa durian! Thank you so much Che Mi and Papa Khalid! Never mind that you promised me a stripper yang keluar dari kek, considering that today is Isra' Mi'raj, a naked man coming out of confectionery is most inappropriate.

P/S Thank you Che' Kam, for buying me a book, and a hardcover one at that. That was very thoughtful of you and it's sweet that you took two hours to consider a title that I would like. Hurray for sisterhood. We should try for the contest now.

mokciknab muttered at 4:03 pm ~ ~

When I feel as though I've drank eight cups of coffee and is on the verge of crying all the time, it means it's time for my husband to come home. Quickly.

mokciknab muttered at 12:26 pm ~ ~

Bad Mommy!

Generally, Adam, who is 11 and Aiysha, who's 8, think I'm hopeless as a mother. This is mainly due to the fact that I can't drive, and all the cool moms (Che Teh, Che Ngah and Che Na) do. Further evidence of this opinion was amply demonstrated throughout the weekend :

I.
My mother built a pergola over her balcony upstairs, just off the sitting area. Last Saturday night, bored with Akademi Fantasia, I decided to lie down on the floor of the balcony and stare through the fragrant tongkin vines, at the bright moon and the stars (since stars were sadly lacking on the show). My sister Dolly was flabbergasted to see me spread-eagled on the tiles.

"Adam!", she cried, "what is your mummy doing?"

"Oh", Adam shot me a glance, "Her life is a wreck. She's waiting for the storm to come so that lightning can strike her".

II.
My husband was home for the weekend, and naturally the kids were all over him (because he's the better parent). To make matters worse, I wasn't well, and was in bed most of the time, actually sleeping. One morning, they decided to let me sleep in, while everyone else had breakfast. When I woke up and realized no invited me for this communal meal, I was terribly annoyed and came downstairs whining and whimpering (This, is in fact, my normal state when my husband is around)

"Why did you have breakfast without me?", I moaned to Saiffuddin.
"I thought you might want to rest some more, darling", he explained patiently.
"You didn't want me to be here for breakfast", I pouted.
Aiysha came from the fridge bearing milk.
"Mummy, you're here now", she declared,"get over it already and eat!".
My husband folded his arms and grinned. I get absolutely no support, I tell you.

III.
We've spent hours at the Curve and was at the point of leaving when we passed by Pretty Fit. I was about to make this detour when Adam grabs me by the arm and steered me in the direction of the escalator.

"Stay away!", he commanded, "Stay away from the light!"
"Must. Go. To. Shoe. Shop!", I croaked
"No, that wasn't a shoe shop", he said, "You're hallucinating".
"Then what was it?"
"It was a shop selling erm, men's underwear".
So we got to the bottom of the stairs and went home.

mokciknab muttered at 2:45 pm ~ ~

Nothing Here, Honest

Dear Mr Special Branch Officer Sir,
How are you today, tuan? I hope you had good nasi lemak or roti canai with kuah dal for breakfast. I am so sorry that you have to spend time monitoring us now. It must be so tedious to go through every blog and read every post, when the time could be better spent eating good nasi lemak or roti canai with kuah dal. So Tuan Mr Special Branch Officer Sir, let me just save you some trouble and tell you straight away that my blog is not worth going through, because I don't write anything clever or make smart political comments or complain about the government or things like that. After all, what do you expect? I am just a has-been newscaster who didn't do well for herself by marrying a Minister or a Sultan (My husband was a persistent problem)

Oh, are you still reading, tuan? Tuan, I know this really good nasi lemak place near my house in Damansara Kim. That's only half an hour from Bukit Aman. But since you're here anyway, perhaps we can get acquainted, and you can see how harmless I am. In fact, you might even think : this woman is so hopelessly boring I am recommending that no one take a look at her blog ever again. So, here are some random things you ought to know about me :

I am 38 years old and I still don't have a driving licence. In fact, I am terrified of driving.

I am really bad at keeping money. I don't own a single property. If I die today my entire bequest would consist of jeans, shoes, handbags, books, home plan magazines and some lovely furniture.

I can't bake.

If I miss solat I get a massive headache. It's true! Some people get instant retribution, I guess.

There are at least five people I don't get along with that I still go kissy kissy when I meet them.
(No, it's not you lah)

Secretly, I am very vain but I can't admit to that because I'm not pretty enough to be vain. (And that, in itself, is such a self absorbed thing to say)

I hate peas.

In school, I played drums in the school brass band. I wore a red short skirt and white boots.

I have never, ever called my husband by his name. He was introduced to me as "Tengku" and I wasn't about to call him that. "Saiffuddin" was too long, and "Din" didn't suit him.

Sometimes I brush my teeth only once a day. Sometimes after every meal. But always before sex.

The secret to my excellent chili is prunes. The secret to my excellent salsa is sambal belacan. The secret to my excellent chicken curry is Brahim's.

and lastly,

The thought that my doctor, people in Tan Sri Hassan Marican's office, and the GM of the Perdana Leadership Foundation read this blog is more frightening than being under SB surveillance.

Have a nice day, Mr Special Branch Officer Tuan Sir! May your day be filled with roti canai, nasi lemak and a clear conscience :)

mokciknab muttered at 1:52 pm ~ ~