Since I hardly have enough time to think (and let alone write), I’m moving to a new home where everything is kept short.
I busy uols. Busy apa tataw.
Chores and errands seem endless these days. I start cooking at 4pm everyday and you know, this part I hate the most – ironing Ij’s work shirts. If only I could disregard my responsibilities as a wife.
Other than the wifely duties people often think are painless, I have been busy keeping up with Tips. The cat hasn’t been eating for a week already, thus I have to make sure we all (the girl who is taking care of him, the vet and yours truly) communicate well on a regular basis.
Always alone, just imagine how happy I was when Ed came to visit. Speaking of alone, Ij worries. I go out sometimes when he is at work. He is worried. I just don’t get it, why is he worried? He must have dated a big pussy back then. Oh well.
On job hunting, this is the perfect time for me to try to be useful for once. I want to care. I want to believe that global sustainable environment is possible.
It is easier said than done. I was a corporate slave. I still act like one.
Will I ever stop working for a rich man?
I’m disturbed.
I get asked ‘tak boring ke duduk rumah je?’ ever so often.
Seriously. Wtf?
Of course lah boring. Boring gila babi. What else do you want me to say?
I really hope that Ij isn’t reading this, not anytime soon. Don’t think he is. Unless for some reasons he thinks that I write about naked women.
If you are reading this, please click the X button or whatever ‘close the window’ button on your Mac. Thanks sayang.
Ij is a difficult person you know. I’ve asked him many times, is there anything in this world that he is interested in, other than gadgets and naked women. Oh yes, he likes to cook, and eat, and sleep. And he loves cats and dogs. Fun.
He buys his own gadgets. Because only geeks themselves know what gadgets they are into.
This is a quick post. His birthday is coming up and I really don’t know what to get him. I bought him a wallet for his birthday last year. He seemed happy with it – that is because his previous wallet was a garbage bag equivalent, and he got to choose the new one himself. Well, he initially wanted another wallet from Bottega Veneta but I wasn’t going to spend £400 on a wallet, no way jose. Yes I’m cheap bla bla bla. The man is fussy and he knows how to spend our money.
I thought of getting him a new phone. But I don’t know which and how. Besides, he just got himself a new phone. And to my surprise, it wasn’t a Blackberry and definitely not an iPhone. Heh talk about predictability, he is so not.
Should I get him some nice shirts? I don’t know. He wears dull muted colours. Black, grey, brown. Back in Malaysia, I used to buy him t-shirts in bright yellow and baby blue. He stopped wearing them when his sister told him he shouldn’t wear bright colours. Tak sesuai kata nya. Don’t you just love it when your husband wants to look good for his sister and not for the wife? Heh. I can never compete with his sister, especially when he’s been listening to her advice(s) all his life. Maka okay lah, beli lah baju sendiri.
When asked, he said he would love to get a UK Driving License. I could pay for the exams and the classes. But then I just remembered, I booked a MCP exam for him before, and I paid for it. I also downloaded some e-books for him to study, printed some test papers, only to have him quit 3 days before the exam.
Sigh sigh sigh (beriya merana).
After careful consideration, I think I may have a winner.
De’Longhi Nespresso Lattissima EN660 Red Coffee Machine (credit)
It uses Nespresso capsules. Also comes with an auto-cleaning milk carafe that can be stored in the fridge when not in use. Pretty neat huh.
I don’t know. We are hardcore coffee lovers. But I’m not sure if he’ll like it. Hish. Susah. Oh well, I still have a couple of weeks to think about it.
Mat saleh majoriti nya tak makeup bila keluar rumah. Kalau anda tak percaya, cuba anda naik tube. Pelik lah kan. Motif? Adakah mereka fikir mereka cantek au natural? Bukan lah bermaksud yang bermakeup tu semuanya cantik belaka, jangan lah sensitif sangat.
Tapi tolong lah. Jika anda bukan Alessandra Ambrosio, jangan lah pemalas sangat ye.
Terima kasih.
Hari ini hari yang indah. Tak pernah saya tahu yang salji boleh buat kita gembira. Jiran yang tak pernah bertegur pun boleh tiba-tiba menghadiahkan sengih kambing kepada kita.
Mat saleh tak kerja hari ini. Salji yang sangat hebat telah menyerang dari petang semalam. Bangun pagi je terasa macam di negara Russia. Walaupun tak pernah pergi ke Russia sebenarnya.
Sekolah tergendala. Servis bas tiada langsung. Tube line yang bekerja sepenuhnya hanya lah Victoria line sahaja. Airport kecil semuanya tutup.
Bagaimanapun, kami terpaksa ke Victoria tengahari tadi. Saya agak keberatan pada mula nya. Iya lah, salji yang lebat akan merosakkan makeup dan fringe ku. Dan membasahkan kot baru ku. Tetapi kami pergi kan juga. Salji di atas tanah tinggi nya lebih kurang 8 inci minimum. Agak seksa lah Ij nak berjalan dengan kasut nya yang gabak itu. Kesian. Manjang komplen sakit peha. Koser I.
Balik ke rumah, dengan pantas saya menukar persalinan dan bergolek-golek di garden dengan penuh kepoyoan dan kejakunan maha asli. Bila tengok berita hari ini, rupanya ramai mat saleh yang lebih poyo. Beriya ni masing-masing dengan beribu permainan luncur, snowman yang pelbagai rupa – ada satu tu boobies nya agak gorgon, dan petang tadi pada pukul 6:20 petang, Snowball Battlefight telah diadakan secara besar-besaran di Trafalgar Square. Over lah.
Sebenarnya, kita semua masih kanak-kanak. Tanggungjawab sahaja jadi penghalang.
Bila nak sedar diri dah tua tataw.
Sungguh uninspired.
Bosan lah forever cerita pasal laki je. Macam lah takde benda lain nak buat kan. Macam dia aje lah yang bermakna dalam hidup ku. Sangkak. Balik-balik dia, balik-balik dia. Cenggini lah uols kalau menganggur. Otak jadi lembap-lembap salju gittew. Tak sabar nak kerja. Apa? Tengah cari lah ni tapi ala-ala lite-lite saje.
Hari tu ada lah satu minah recruiter ni call weols. Astaga sexcited ya amat lah masa tu. Almaklum lah, sejak pindah ke sini level of confidence terus menjunam -50%. Ye lah, ala-ala laku kah ijazah dari Malaysia di negara mat saleh ni kan? Pulak tu, sexperience weols kebanyakan nya dalam bidang account management lah. Macam mana nak account management dan sekaligus acquiring new accounts kalau satu company pon weols tak kenal di sini? Kang diorang suruh weols handle area celah bedah Surrey ke mana ke, ish masalah uols.
Weols dengan Ij dah agree la awal-awal hari tu, weols kena lah meng-adapt kan diri dengan weather, culture, transportation dan yang paling penting language, baru lah weols cari kerja. Tapi tak tahan lah kebosanan tak bekerja. Dah tu, kena harap duit laki je. Tak suka lah. Nak beli apa-apa pon kena la tanya laki dulu. Tamaw. Weols suka freedom. Nak beli tu beli je.
Siapakah Joanne? Eh nanti lah.
Jadi weols pon memandai lah apply 5-6 kerja. Bukan lah yang berpangkat macam di Malaysia. Kerja pangkat assistant weols dulu aje.
Balik ke cerita tadi. Alkisah nya fomfuen tu call la weols masa tengah lunch. Dia tanya lah weols interested ke tak dengan kerja ala-ala ex-assistant weols tu dulu. Weols okay aje, sebab sexcited nak kerja punya pasal. Dalam kepala dah terbayang dah keindahan bershopping sakan bila dapat gaji. Fomfuen tu kata nak email lah JD kat weols. Tapi tunggu-tunggu, non ado.
Next day weols call dia balik. Haih. Part ni la yang weols gerun. Weols seruwes tak faham apakejadah nya dia cakap. Damn you British twang. Kalau takat yang macam Russell Brand ke, Jude Law ke, weols faham la jugak. Ni tataw la apa slang, kot dari Wales ke mana ntah. Lagi hazab dari Paul O’Grady.
I kecewa uols. Terus weols tipu dia kata nanti weols call back, time tu inconvinient kata nya.
Joanne tu siapa? Ish, diammah kau.
Beriya lah si Ij nak menyedapkan hati weols masa tu. Dia yang dah menetap di UK ni dah dekat 20 tahun pon kadang-kadang tak faham dengan twang-twang yang pelik. Iyo lah tu.
Takpe lah. Cuba lagi. Ij suggest weols buat kawan mat saleh to get used to the twangs. Mana nak cari tu uols. Kawan dia pon Melayu manjang.
Maka, jadi nya selagi weols tak kerja, hanya kisah laki atau kisah makan je yang mampu weols ceritakan. Weols sendiri pon bosan.
P/s I : Rindu pulak kat ex-assistant weols si Joanne yang blur-blur bendul ittew.
P/s II : Semalam weols tengok filem Melayu kat Youtube. Filem 9 September uols. Awat semua filem manjang mati je si Pierre Andre ittew? Tak suka lah.
Seriously, snoring is one of the worst sounds there is.
It’s 3 am in the morning. Ij is sleeping in the third bedroom, yes because I asked him to. Hey, I used to seek refuge/ sleep on the couch in our living room back in KL, almost every night ye. Agak-agak lah.
How come, I can still hear him through the wall? Haiseh. How lah to tidur like this?
Sebelum berkahwin, ramai lah yang bertanya, bila nak kahwin?
Selepas berkahwin, ramai juga yang bertanya, bila nak ada baby?
For a while now I’ve been answering with – belum lagi, tak ready lagi, nanti lah.
I don’t know. I can’t do it anymore.
Not everyone dreams of a big fat wedding. Not everyone wants to be a mother.
I don’t.
But I certainly hope that time will break me.
