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To Keep Me Hanging On

The other day I learned something new about myself. Or perhaps I should say re-learned instead. I re-learned that I hate doing laundry but I actually do have a favorite part of doing this thing that I don’t like doing. And in the case of not liking doing laundry, I enjoy the hanging part. Especially if the clothes-line is out in the sun. Do I love being in the sun as well, I cannot say. As everytime I go to the beach, I put on a long-sleeves shirt, a big floppy hat and sunscreen.

I don’t think I should ever get a house on the coast. I’d never hang laundry then.

Fitchy Affair

When Mom called and asked me to get a spinometry yesterday, what came to my mind was the word I got so familiar with lately, spinosaurus. Thanks to Kitreena, her thematic terms and Australian International School. I had no idea what it would look like and for some reason, I imagined some little medical tool with springs attached. And no, the springs won’t get Mom bouncing out of the hospital bed and into the Hundred Acre Woods. Not so soon, anyway.

So I speedwalked to the HUKM Pharmacy to grab one.

And no, it wasn’t a speedily simple task getting a spinometry, meh sini akak nak citer. Dah lah pharmacy nya tak cukup letrik, lampu malap. Shelves…banyak lagi shelves khutubkhanah desa kampung Sri Ketumbit Kerdau nun. There is one tiny counter (high-to-the-chest kind) with four pharmacists attending to customers. Well the counter is tiny lah jadinya to accommodate four people.

Two lanes were visible by the labels hung from the ceiling: “Kaunter Bayaran” and “Kaunter Pertanyaan”. So, naturally and wisely I went to the “Kaunter Pertanyaan” lah to mengajukan pertanyaan bagaimanakan rupa spinometry tersebut, berapakah harganya dan adakah spinometry tersebut dijual disitu.

As I was lining up behind one gentleman came one perfectly healthy man who was definitely not a gentleman lah cutting the line like he did. And then came another, and then another. I looked at them dengan jelingan maut tak hingat punya. But none dared to look at me and the bagak stroller right in front of me. Siap melangkah angkat kaki paras pinggang ni nak mengelak the stroller! They think it was my HOBBY kah to just stand in a pharmacy and watch the world go by and mempersilakan semua orang potong my queue?

The same thing happened at the “Kaunter Bayaran” queue. Everybody was handing in their prescription slip and nobody waited for their turn. What the third rock from the sun was going on here? The problem was, the pharmacists said nothing about it, didn’t ikut turutan who got there first to buy something ka, to just melangut ka, to rob the shop ka. Tapi kononnya, “Ye puan?”, “Ye encik?” addressing the customers ever so protocolly correct lah kan.

So I had to say something, politically correct lah of course. “Excuse me? What’s going on here? I got here first and no one is lining up. It’s just not fair.” Short and simple. And here’s what one of the pharmacists said to my pertanyaan ‘ada berapa barisan ni sebenarnya?’…”Entahlah, saya pun tak pasti.”

Huuuuaaaaaaattttt? My eyes yang dah lama tak terbeliak ni tiba-tiba jadi terbelalak beyond comprehension! I mean, how could you ‘tuanpunya kedai’ say that you are not sure ada berapa barisan people can berbaris to get to the two counters? Well, that’s not the end of my keterbeliakan. Without solving the queueing issue, the pharmacist just asked, “Puan nak apa?”

Tanpa mau mencipta adegan yang tak hingin anda lihat di HUKM Pharmacy tersebut, akak pun without dilly dally cakap je lah nak beli spinometry. And guess what ladies and gentlemen, the aforementioned pharmacist dengan penuh perasaan nya berkata, “Hah, masuklah barisan untuk Kaunter Bayaran!”

So, tuan-tuan dan puan-puan board of the juries…
I thank you for understanding why I feel the way I feel these days and why I need to get the FITCH jacket. With this, I rest my case. In peace. Whatever peace is.

Fitch I Am

I saw a lady this morning with this on the back of her denim jacket:

“I’m a Fitch”

My thought was…hmmm could it mean “I’m a Fucking Bitch”? If that’s what it means, I should get one or two of that jacket myself.

Gambling Good Looks?

We took this gal to Vegas in February 2003 when she was only three months old. No it wasn’t a gamble. With good planning, sufficient food ration (one huge container of Nasi Goreng Mushroom for Day 1 out of the three-day driving), we made it to the city where none goes to the bank to save money.

I remember the first morning just as we were having breakfast, we were approached by an elderly couple. They said hello to us and ooh-ed and aah-ed over Kitreena. And both of them suggested us to take her to an advertising agency. Or at the very least get her portfolio sent to one. They thought she was a beautiful baby. Of course, so did we. Yeah, okay.

The thing is, we are not known for listening to strangers. What the couple said was a very nice compliment; we said thank you and bye-bye. End of story. Over the years, yeah we did daydream and have thoughts that it would be nice if we could put the good looks to a bank account. But were never serious about it. Until yesterday!

When Kitreena was invited for an audition/a casting last week, I still wasn’t going to take the invitation overly seriously. Seriously! Until I got a call from an established mattress company and another call from their production house. I mean, yeah…I have been talking about getting a portfolio done for both kids – but honestly it was more for my ‘coffee-table’ booklet of some sort. Nothing more.

Kitreena was short-listed for the role in the 30-second TV commercial after I sent a couple of pictures to the production house in The Boulevard. And yesterday, they would like to see Kitreena in person…so I took her there. Click, click, snap, snap, flash, flash…done! I wasn’t going to hear from them until today supposedly.

But I guess if this wasn’t going to be a gamble, it probably was meant to be a good bet afterall. My phone rang as I was just driving home from The Boulevard yesterday…Kitreena got the ‘job’! Her one-day shooting is next Tuesday. So, Dee…if you can get your CV in time for this project, you might go to bed with Sweet Dreams soon! Ahem!

Picture Notes:
Picture 1 – Kitreena, 5 years and 8 months old, Perth Australia, July 10, 2008.
Picture 2 – Kitreena, 3 months old, Las Vegas, February 16, 2003.

Signore e signori, I was actually on my way to the computer when:

  • I suddenly found myself unemployed
  • I, then, found employment
  • I resigned after being re-employed for only 2 weeks (the company didn’t even pay me for the 2 weeks, cheapsmore!)
  • Bibik got stung or bit by something most likely venomous (she couldn’t see what it was as it disappeared in a blink of an eye), started vomitting 2 hours after and was taken to the emergency department only to be asked stupid questions by two stupid doctors (a post on its own, I promise you)
  • Be and I went to Bangkok for 4 days for our 8th wedding anniversary
  • I came back to Malaysia saying kop kun kha instead of thank you or even terima kasih (hah, impressed tak impressed nya I was with the budibahasa of the Thai people)
  • we flew to Perth with the kids and stayed there for 12 days
  • we let Bibik go home for a month (until end of July)
  • I got a message that Mom was admitted at KPMC (we were still in Perth then)
  • I saw Cik Nan 4 times in Fremantle
  • Be and I finally got tired of vacationing and wanted to go home in a bad way
  • I got a phone call from Cik Nan on my way to Perth Airport that she was admitted at the St. John of God hospital herself (and she’s still there as I’m writing this post)
  • we got home safe and sound, and only 2 nights after that I sent Be to the airport (back to Sakhalin)
  • Mom was discharged and I took her to my place but felt helpless seeing her lying in bed all day and night helplessly
  • Edrick started school
  • Kitreena got invited to be on a TV commercial – for a mattress company (somebody saw her at Edrick’s school – she had not had her shower that morning and her hair was as big as the Buckingham Palace Guard’s hat)
  • Ka Cher, Lil Sis and myself took Mom back to the hospital – HUKM this time
  • Just as we were leaving for HUKM, had a visitor who would like to rent our yard for a TV commercial shooting
  • I finally got this PC fixed and now running again (Yay!)
  • I called a part-time maids agency – of course to get a part-time maid – only to be told that they don’t “serve” Kajang area (to which I responded, “Too bloody bad!” – I know! I surprised myself too, when I realized I had already said the word ‘bloody’).

Tell A What?

Maybe I should just make a list (like what Ka Cher did) of what happened and what did not happen ever since uh…when did I last attempt to post that tellappurath or tellappukuthi crapb? I can’t even remember clearly what it was about sudah. Lisa‘s questions have been bugging me right from day one, though. Sorry Lisa. It was quite a hilarious little story when it happened and was the word for anything, everything for a few days after. But now, I almost think it is tellappurathiccally pathetic, considering the background of the story.

Nantilah.

Tellappurath…

…is the word of the month lah I tell you. If I don’t blog about it within the next few days, you have my permission to tellappurath me. Please!

Chunkathanks

Edrick was discharged on Friday with a bunch of medicine for tapau.
Thus, I would like to thank you, dear families and friends – and even my new employer who has just employed me for two (official) days – for your prayers, well-wishes, (offers for) help and thoughts. I couldn’t have asked for more. My gratitude goes out to Dr. Ananda Dharmalingam, for his support and caring words during the three days of Edrick’s stay at The Glen (though the only thing Edrick would say to him was bye-bye).

The biggest chunk of thanks goes to Ka Cher and Aunty Pet for transporting Bibik and Kitreena between Kajang and Ampang relentlessly every night – Aunty Pet was ever so ready to check-in at the Flamingo Hotel (since the rooms there are cheaper than the wards, haha!)
Friends, near or far (as far as the land of fjords), near but far (in years of not seeing each other, Whiz)…thank you for the tips. Will definitely put me moneys in them honeys. Also to my previous employers, Adam and Sia Peng…thank you for the calls and sms’s. I’m truly touched with your friendship. Karen, your thoughtful words warm my heart.
To my new boss, thank you for visiting us on the very first day and confirmed the cleanliness of the washroom at The Glen. Oh it does matter! You know it, I know it. We’ve seen it all, have we not? Hehe. Look forward to working with you and gossip about washrooms.
Edrick is happy to be home, indeed. If you see him today, you would not have thought he had been hospitalized for pneumonia just a few days earlier. He’s been running constantly and screaming too, like one little indian boy that he is (25% of him is Indian, anyway). And of course been busy bugging his sister – who is so not sharing her stuff. Hence, this pouting face.

I’m off to the airport in 45 minutes to pick up my dear hubby AND his brother, Neil, who is visiting for two weeks. With Be not feeling well himself, me coughing like there’s no cure, Bibik having a pink-eye, Edrick recovering from pneumonia…I just hope Neil would not take the next flight out of this germ hole. Welcome home, Babe. Welcome to Malaysia, Neil.

Just Breathe

Edrick has been at The Gleneagles Hospital since Tuesday night. Well, no, Wednesday morning (0230hrs). History repeating itself. Pneumonia. My mistake, leaving it too long before taking him to see a real doctor. My mistake taking him to Dr Quack, who gave Edrick 8 different types of oral medication, on Sunday. I should have known oral medication would not cut it for this boy. I should have known better.
Edrick’s in good spirit, though confused, restless and insecure. This morning, his blood test came back positive for microplasma. So, another antibiotic. Unfortunately, there is no other way but this one has to be taken orally. Two nurses came and helped me make war with my own son. If it wasn’t a prayer that I heard one of the nurses walking out saying, they must have been curse words. Poor nurses.
I am home right now, just taking a few more minutes blurting my thoughts in words here. Soon enough, I’ll be off to the hospital again. Writing this makes me realize that I have so much to be thankful for. So much so, that I think I will have to come up with a proper list tonight when Edrick goes to bed. I thank God for my good health, though I am still coughing like a mad dog. But most of all I thank God for caffeine, and my capability to afford good doses at Dome downstairs.

This synopsis of a horror movie left me in stitches:

Jessy, Jovan, Titaz, Kaila and Brian are friends and also medical students. They are joining an observation of anatomy practical in a hospital. There, they find a morgue which has been closed forever, but they enter it and without knowing by them, there is a female body is hidden inside it.

Since then, one by one from them face disturbances from the ghost. They find out her named Jasmine. A village girl whose pursue her dream to become a famous singer in Jakarta. However because of her careless, Jasmine was pregnant finally died tragically. Mysteriousness made Jasmine rise from the death after gave birth. However Jasmine and her baby finally died.

Are Jessy, Jovan and Titaz succeeding in solving this invisible creature? When they begin to find out the way to return Jasmine’s soul in piece, they must sacrifice one of them to die.

Kudos to TGV for saving quite a bit of money by NOT hiring a copywriter/translator whose English is, at least, acceptable. Now I am in awe.