WEEKEND

Saturday morning…woken up by a light kiss on the forehead from Mr. Husband. And I was further greeted by this! Breakfast in bed!!! Scrambled egg, toasts and milk. I was beaming!!!

No, it’s not our anniversary. Nope. It’s not my birthday either. And no, we didn’t have any argument prior. He did it…just because.

I’m spoilt, rotten. No shame whatsoever. Saya chenta saya punya hoosbang. With all my heart.

The weekend was spent entirely at home. It’s the first time ever, since our wedding almost three months ago, that we managed to have solid quiet time together. I cooked all his favourite dishes and stuffed him well, much to his dismay later, in the light of his increasing waistline…hahahaha!

Next week, I’ll be starting my new job. I’m nervous. I know the expectation is high. And I know myself. I’ll work myself up, get all stressed up initially. But it’ll be fine, Insyaallah.

Though I hate to admit it, I’m a sucker for challenges. I have this constant need to prove myself wrong. The presumption is always negative. And I’ll do whatever possible to prove myself otherwise.

It’s not always good…this negative presumption. I am my worst judge. Sometimes, there’s nothing worse than trying to meet my own expectations. The thing is I tend to have less mercy on myself because I can’t possibly lie or give any invalid excuses. To sum it all up, I can be my greatest enemy.

Will try to write more later. I have to get back to work.

KITCHEN

My kitchen, my temple, is no longer an imaginary space in my head. Yes, it’s finally completed. Well, about 90 percent done. The built-in cabinets and fitted stove and ovens are in. Now is the nitty-gritty phase: some drillings here and there, maybe a trip or two to Ikea and perhaps replace the back door.

We’re slowly turning the place into a home, OUR home. Nothing fancy-schmancy but it’s our nest, nonetheless. I might post some pictures soon. I might.

MONDAY

A beautiful song by Kopratasa.

Permata (Untuk Isteri Ku)

Telah ku siapkan satu daerah paling sunyi
Dalam hati ini untuk kau isi sebagai isteri
Untuk kau penuhi dengan kemuliaan seorang wanita
Untuk kau beri erti dengan kelembutan
Untuk kau hargai dengan kasih sayang

Ku ingin kau jadi wanita mulia
Yang tahu harga budi dan hati
Seorang lelaki bernama suami

Kerana engkau isteri
Ku ingin kau mengerti bahawa hidup ini
Tak semudah yang kita janjikan
Yang kita janjikan
Kerana kau isteriku

WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?

Image from www.signs-up.com


Let me tell you the answer: The chicken wanted to go to the museum! Seriously!!

I still have about two weeks of driving across town to go and come home from work. The traffic I have to endure daily is not funny at all. Those living in KL, think Lebuhraya Mahameru, Jalan Tun Razak and MRR2. Geddit?

Ok, I digressed slightly. Let’s get back to the chicken that crossed the road. I was behind my wheels yesterday on Lebuhraya Mahameru, Jalan Tun Razak bound, cursing the traffic. Then, as I was approaching the National Museum…guess what I saw??? YES! A chicken crossing the road. NO! A chicken crossing the HIGHWAY!! And the chicken was clever too. It loitered by the side of the divider lane waiting for the cars to slow down. What do you know?? An educated chicken trying to make its way to the museum. Now, that’s a sight we won’t see everyday.

After getting over my initial shock of seeing an “ayam” in the middle of Lebuhraya Mahameru, I started to laugh so hard, I think the other drivers must have thought I was some kind of a looney! I looked around. No other drivers laughed. Not funny, meh???

YELLOW

I was browsing the net this morning while having breakfast. I realized something; Malaysians are a horny bunch AND/OR we are soooo sexually deprived! Click on the local newspapers online, you’ll notice the most accessed stories are, more often than not, those with catchwords such as sex, sex and more sex.

Kenapa ya?