Tuesday's Fire

I was in the room channel surfing when I heard the loud roar of the fire siren.
I took a day off yesterday as all the kids were not feeling well.
I told Alli to go outside and wait for the fire truck to pass by the house.
But it never passed by.
Then I heard a commotion outside.
I rushed out and was told that the fire was at the Tabung Haji's hotel.
I rushed out to the garage and sure enough I saw smokes billowing out from one of the room located at the top of the building.
I noticed something weird about the smokes before rushing inside to get my camera.








Surprisingly no untoward incident happened.
The incident ended before it even started.
No human casualty.
No property damage.
Except for the wasted adrenalin rush of the firemen.
Except for the embarrasing predicement of a good samaritan.

I mean how on earth would he or she knows...
I mean put yourself in her or his shoes...
Can you tell...
Can you honestly tell...
That is not the smoke from...
...a fire...
That is the smoke from...
...the fogging...

Like a baby...

Alli was just 7 months old when hubby was transferred to Sandakan. That was one of the darkest period in our lives.

On mum's advice I kept one of hubby's t-shirt unwashed. According to her, the preserved smell of the unwashed clothing would be handy should baby Alli yearns for his daddy. I did just that, let Alli smelled his daddy's t-shirt whenever he gave the abnormal cries, the non-stop crying that you would know instinctly over time as a result for that yearning.

I still remember that advice.
I still do it today.
Not only for Alli's sake.
For my sake as well.

Just like a baby, I would smell hubby's t-shirt.
I would inhale his smell.
I would inhale the residue of his sweat.
I would inhale the residue of his perfume.
As deeply as my lungs would permit.
To feel his presence.
So that I would not forget.
So that I would remember.
Sounds pathetic, isn't it.
But it serves its purpose well for me.

Hubby could not take leave on this school holidays.
Hubby could only take a week off after the school holidays.
That is fine with me, as long as he stays longer with us.
Beggars can't be choosers, they said.

I hope next week will go off in a swift.
I hope next week will go off in a blink.
I hope next week will go off in a jiffy.

Coz I am running...
I am running out of smell...

Blogging limbo...

It was a couple of weeks ago, on a Thursday to be precise...at the office...

Anies : How come you ndak memblog suda ni...
Self : Ntah lah kenapa ni...
Anies : Apa you buat malam...
Self : Tinguk TV...buka laptop...tinguk laptop...nothing seems to come out...

Nothing seems to come out...
Yet there are many things to blog about...
Still nothing seems to come out...

The choo-choo train of thoughts...
The river flow of thoughts...
Just stopped choo-chooing...
Just stopped flowing...

Everything is everywhere...
Everything is nowhere...
Everywhere is somewhere...

...keserabutan tahap melampau...

Alas...
Everything...
Everywhere...
Nowhere...
Somewhere...

This shall pass...

Gothic Lolita

That's what they called it.
That's what they called this type of clothings.
Well, whatever its name is, I have it.
Let me re-phrase that.
I have bought it.
Now Adek have it.

When we first found the Street at 1Borneo, the girls went bonkers. When we browsed in the shop, they became hysterical with excitement. Hilang ingatan terus!

Adek : Mummy, mummy....
Self : (silently checking the price tags)
Kakak : Mummy, mummy...
Self : (silently urut2 dada)
Alli : Mummyyyyyy, my feet hurts...
Self : Ok, lets go girls (joy killer)...
Adek & Kakak : Ehhhhhhh...(totally disappointed yet still excited)
Self : Mau buat apa juga tu...kamu mau pakai pigi mana...
Adek & Kakak : Make believe saja ba mum...main2 di rumah...

After a while...



Self : Adek, mummy suda kasi you hadiahfor your 5A?
Adek : (grinning ear to ear)...not yet, not yet...
Self : Ok, let me think about it...

Kakak : Mum, kalo my PMR good, can I have one juga ka?
Self : Ok, let me think about it (standard and safe respond)...


The 2nd time we went to the Street was when hubby came down for Kakak's birthday. He was busy escorting Alli to the Toy City shop next door. I was busy with the girls.

I got this respond from hubby...

Self : Whei...kopak oh...
Hubby : Kenapa mau beli gitu mahal...(when I told him the price)...
Self : Ndak apa la, we belum lagi kasi hadiah 5A dia...(I got a nod of agreement)...


I got this respond from the ladies at the office...



Self : I beli suda baju tu...
Ladies : Hah! Mahal tu Tun...
Self : Ndak apa la...hadiah UPSR dia...


The costume costs me RM399.90. A whooping RM399.90 excluding the stockings. That stripy stockings alone is RM25.90. Kemahalan yang terlampau to say the least.


But still I bought it for Adek.
Why? One might asked.


I remembered one incident soon after we got her UPSR's result.
They were busy on the computers while myself and Alli watched TV.
Hubby came in with the phone bill. A RM300++ phone bill. I was speechless.
When Adek admitted to me that might be her calls, I was not even surprised. I always received calls for her. She quickly followed hubby to the other room.


When she came back, she continued playing with the computers, like nothing happen. Heran.
When I asked hubby about it, he asked me to just let it go. Not to pursue the matter anymore.
How can I argue with his justification...
Except for the extra classes at school, we have NEVER sent Adek for any tuition for hubby does not allow it.
Focus in class and do your revision, that's what hubby always told the kids.
And the calls she made for that one-time-high-phone-bill were cross-referencing with friends.


So here they are ladies...









By the way...
Did I mention this to you...
That I will bring the real thing tomorrow...
Just to show...
How super crazy this mother is...


So, please...
after this...
pester me no more...
harrass me no more...
let me be in peace...