Questa è Enida

It is going to be a bit drippy leaving our current place. For one, Edrick was kinda born here. The first ever place he calls home. But I never really feel homed in this house. This place has never really housed my spirit, or embraced my soul the way the Arbour Lake place did. It’s strange to think about how superstitious I am when it comes to a dwelling. In all the homes we’ve called home before, I always had a corner to call my own. This one wouldn’t sit me down or let me sit down. It doesn’t even have any corner! (If that is possible!)

The landlord/owner is ok. He pretty much has left us alone these last two years. The first few weeks was a bit of a pain. He virtually called me a liar when I told him that out of seven phone jacks in the house, only two were usable. I had some TM technicians to verify my claim and he still insisted that all the jacks were good because the previous tenant had said so. I rested my case. Afterall, he is one helluva a liar lawyer himself. Hate those legal terms – bad English!

The fourth day in this place, we noticed that our neighbors on the back of the house were extremely private and quiet. We tried to match their silence, but in the quietest wee hours…the water pump on the roof would awaken any living or dead souls. After GoogleEarth-ing our place, we discovered that there was a huge ’empty land’ right beside our solid brick back fence. Of course! The empty area is a place to house only some hundreds of dead souls! No wonder they didn’t mind the noise from our water pump!

I was preparing myself for the worst case scenario when I was waiting for my eyes to be cut open on Monday. Of course no surgeries are ever risk-free. Praying for the best, I did. But in those ‘darkest’ minutes, what kept flashing before my eyes were the mental pictures of my children. Their smiles and their smiling eyes. And I keep praying, today, with my eyes wide open – with my 20/20 vision, no contact lenses, no glasses and all – that may my last breath be filled with the very same pictures.

May it be.

Bibik wished me Happy Anniversary yesterday, as it was my 7th year carrying the title Mrs. Isteri. “Patutnya ibu pergi bulan madu,” said she.

Bulan nya di langit, madunya di sarang…Bik.

But then, sayang nya di hati.
To Mr. Suami in London…I love you Be.

I have been wearing glasses for five days now. Not really enjoying it. In fact, ghimeh! But like everything else, I don’t do something for nothing. After my first trial pair of contact lenses in 1991, I never went back to wearing specs. I never looked back. Though I do have a pair or two for backup, it’s the feeling of a ‘barrier’ between my eyes and what I see that I cannot stand. The in-between thing.

So, in between today and June 25/27…terpaksalah I do what I don’t like doing. Wearing glasses. I am going for my IntraLASIK treatment. Yey! Can’t wait for the day when I don’t have to wake up menggagau for my glasses in the morning (I do wear glasses at night, at home – but everytime I talk to Be, Bibik or the kids, I take the glasses off. What pain! But I simply can’t help it. Perhaps I take “seeing is believing” a bit too far. So much so, that when I can’t see clearly, I can’t hear clearly either. Sampai macam tu sekali, I tell you! It made me realize that I do do lip-reading rupanya all this while.)

Can’t wait for the day I can go swimming wearing non-prescription goggles and still see the bottom of the pool, senza other floating substance that is not supposed to be in a pool lah tapi. Can’t wait for the day I stop making trips to the pharmacy getting the solutions. Hate it when they charge you through the nose for a free lens case – if I collected those cases since 1991, I could make a king size bed out of them.

Just a month ago I went balik kampung without the case and solution…accidentally. Poor Flick kena heret and seret around town to show me every single pharmacy and kedai ubat available. And if Kedai Ubat Lee Nam opened past 6pm, I was pretty sure I didn’t have to go elsewhere. But it was close to 9pm and it was TLOH, not TTDI. I was about to give up, and even said this to Flick…if the 7Eleven we were about to stop at didn’t have it, I was going to burn down all pharmacies in town and the town next to it! That, and then perhaps I would resort to a pair of forks in my desperation!

Lo and behold!

That 7Eleven on Jalan Bahagia had it! And that was about the ONLY time I was grateful contact lens solution in travel sets come with a case gratis! Ever.

I am off to class now for the first time facing my students with glasses in between.

Ever.

I have been thinking twice these days. And that is only when I am thinking about what to write. The second thought always takes me away from the “Sign In” button, let alone “New Post” button. Not good! I am not out of ideas. I have been so full, I have exploded a few times. Wordlessly. In silence. But enough already!

Classes have started and I am back to work – but the load is so light I don’t think I can really say “I am back to work”. Kitreena’s second year’s school concert happened May 26 – almost three weeks ago. And next month is her final month with the Beeloved montessori. No more buzzing around with Aunty Jamila! Boohoozoo!

We are moving. Bye Ampang and Hello Kajang! Be’s new position doesn’t require him to commute to the KLCC…but it does to KLIA. So, Kajang is as far as it gets. Kitreena is going to the nearest international school available next year. And Edrick is walking 100meters from our new place to the montessori in the neighborhood! Neat!

Just today, as I was leaving KaCher’s house, I said…”I am waiting for the day when I don’t have to pack the kids’ stuff like I am going camping for a month and drive across the city just to melepak at your house, KaCher!” Yep! We are going to be a short 5 minutes drive and RM1.00 SILK toll away soon! But of course I can take the 20 minutes alternative/scenic route to save RM1.00.

It has been raining and I am loving it! It is raining tonight and I should tarik selimut and be glad that I ignored my Lazy Lady title and didn’t listen to my second thought about writing this New Post.

p.s. The picture in this post does not implicate that I am too lazy to wipe after myself or anything like that. I was just trying out my phone camera for the gazzilionth time while I was on ‘business’ – and remembering that we got this set at The Cheese Factory (actually an art gallery) somewhere down by the Blackwood River Valley, Western Australia. AUD$36.00 was a pretty good price, I must say, for a one-of-its-kind toilet rolls holder and brush set.

…the bahasa (?) word magis mean anyway?

Refer to: Utusan Malaysia’s article on Ikon

Educate me, please.