Penat.
Sangat.Penat.
T_T
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
In need of Obe for this weekend =(
Mom's going to Sabah with Afi tomorrow to settle few things there. I wanted to go in the first place but decided not to since there's no one to take care of Dad other than me and mom.
I am quite nervous on how things would turn out to be without mom here but InsyaAllah with God's will, things would be ok.
It is not that easy to take care of him but we shall just pray for the best, no?
Anyway, it was Seri's birthday yesterday so we did a small celebration.
I am quite nervous on how things would turn out to be without mom here but InsyaAllah with God's will, things would be ok.
It is not that easy to take care of him but we shall just pray for the best, no?
Anyway, it was Seri's birthday yesterday so we did a small celebration.
12 NovHappy Birthday Seri!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Thought of posting the cakes that I baked when I went missing but no, cakes can wait ;)
I should never argue how great my grandma is when it comes to cooking Indian delicacies. Remind me to help her in the kitchen more often to get the recipes.
Anyway, she made this today. And we ate if for the first time, except Daddy lah kan.
Mama kata namanya 'katung' or 'ketung' or 'ketush'. Ish. Tanya Mama je nanti dia gelak bukan nak jawab mane betul, ye ye kan aje. Ada ubi kayu, batang pisang and papaya muda. Masak dengan kelapa dan hampasnya. I would say it tasted a bit like 'rasam' but with coconut milk and sedaaaaaaaaaaaap! You can eat it with rice or by itself. Tapi memang sedap!
Monday, November 09, 2009
Well, this must be funny.
Someone searched for 'Shaleen Obe' in their search engine.
Hahahahahahahahaha!
Perlu ke Shaleen Obe??
Someone searched for 'Shaleen Obe' in their search engine.
Hahahahahahahahaha!
Perlu ke Shaleen Obe??
*dust off*
Nota atas: entry ini telah ditaip sejak tiga hari lalu but I just couldn't find the perfect words hence the delay. Heck I just gonna publish this cause I have sooooo many things to tell you.
Seminggu sudah berlalu since the last update.
No matter how much I tried to compose myself, I still find me in the very same spot again, empty.
Seminggu juga bemacam-macam things happened. Things which left me in a state of suicidal madness.
Mari kita mulakan without choronological order.
Seminggu sudah berlalu since the last update.
No matter how much I tried to compose myself, I still find me in the very same spot again, empty.
Seminggu juga bemacam-macam things happened. Things which left me in a state of suicidal madness.
Mari kita mulakan without choronological order.
Chombee
Maybe you have read from Kakak's entry, the darling of the house died last Monday. Entah kenapa I keep on blaming myself for her death. The agonizing pain of sudden death, ugh.. I took care of her when we first took her from SPCA in Ampang. Chombee sakit, saya make sure dia sihat. Meelo mati too saya make sure the other one survived. Entah kenapa hati ini sakit sangat bila dia mati. Saya rasa saya bersalah sangat. I should have seen the signs, saya ucap banyak kali. I should have brought her to the vet sooner, saya pikir. I should NOT took her from SPCA in the first place!
Dengan Chombee saya cuba blend in --> being a kid. I have a video of me playing with her. Saya tahu Chombee bosan sometimes and now I feel bad.
Saya sangat sayang Chombee, maybe not as much as Kika and Mollie since the later live with me dah lama tapi Chombee.
Saya rindu Chombee. Every single day.
Saya rindu how Chombee lompat from the edge of the sofa like a flying saucer.
Saya rindu Chombee berlari gedik-gedik pergi dapur minta makan (Oh food dia special. Wetfood+dryfood so I had to mix a new one everytime she wanted to eat).
Saya rindu suara Chombee whenever I called her up.
Saya rindu Chombee, sangat.
The day she died was the harder part. I was grieving all day, all night. Di atas sejadah saya menangis. I don't know who to blame so diri ini disalahkan. Obe lihat dari tepi "Kenapa sayang menangis? Chombee?", ketika itu juga air mata turun basah telekung. Di atas katil saya menangis lagi. Obe dipanggil and on his lap saya menangis lagi.
Chombee mati depan mata, one day after I brought her to the vet. Selesai ubat pertama, Chombee macam shocked sekejap. Terkencing pulak seluar Obe. Tapi tapi, suara itu. I knew it! The same shriek like Meelo before she died and then just like that Chombee mati. Oh mi God the eyes, I still can remember the way she looked at me before her last breathe :'(
Sometimes while I was washing the dishes, I glanced behind my back, to the cat's food. A habit which I found very difficult to cease. A habit as Chombee always came and eat while I do the dishes.
Sometimes when I parked the car, I remembered how Chombee would be the first one greeted me with this cute adorable look behind the pillars. And sometimes when I was just about to go out, I remembered how I would shoosh her away from the porch.
And she did all that only to me.
Now tell me how can I forget her??
Dengan Chombee saya cuba blend in --> being a kid. I have a video of me playing with her. Saya tahu Chombee bosan sometimes and now I feel bad.
Saya sangat sayang Chombee, maybe not as much as Kika and Mollie since the later live with me dah lama tapi Chombee.
Saya rindu Chombee. Every single day.
Saya rindu how Chombee lompat from the edge of the sofa like a flying saucer.
Saya rindu Chombee berlari gedik-gedik pergi dapur minta makan (Oh food dia special. Wetfood+dryfood so I had to mix a new one everytime she wanted to eat).
Saya rindu suara Chombee whenever I called her up.
Saya rindu Chombee, sangat.
The day she died was the harder part. I was grieving all day, all night. Di atas sejadah saya menangis. I don't know who to blame so diri ini disalahkan. Obe lihat dari tepi "Kenapa sayang menangis? Chombee?", ketika itu juga air mata turun basah telekung. Di atas katil saya menangis lagi. Obe dipanggil and on his lap saya menangis lagi.
Chombee mati depan mata, one day after I brought her to the vet. Selesai ubat pertama, Chombee macam shocked sekejap. Terkencing pulak seluar Obe. Tapi tapi, suara itu. I knew it! The same shriek like Meelo before she died and then just like that Chombee mati. Oh mi God the eyes, I still can remember the way she looked at me before her last breathe :'(
Sometimes while I was washing the dishes, I glanced behind my back, to the cat's food. A habit which I found very difficult to cease. A habit as Chombee always came and eat while I do the dishes.
Sometimes when I parked the car, I remembered how Chombee would be the first one greeted me with this cute adorable look behind the pillars. And sometimes when I was just about to go out, I remembered how I would shoosh her away from the porch.
And she did all that only to me.
Now tell me how can I forget her??
Dad
Dad's health deteriorate lately. He got admitted last weekend due to lethargy and warded for a night then we continued his drip at home for two days. He can hardly walk so we bought him a wheelchair which pretty much helped him to move from his room to the living hall.
People came everyday even the one he haven't seen in 50 years! And day by day I recognized few faces of the relatives which we hardly knew.
I tried to put on a bold face when the guests weep away when they saw Dad.
For the last couple of weeks I became very restless, grumpy and sleepless. Mom was working and so did Abang. I had to send her to the office before 8am, got home checked on Dad, prepare breakfast, give meds, started cleaning the house (mopping and sweeping, a must!), sometimes (or always) I washed the curtains when the cats misbehaved and peed on it, cooked for lunch and dinner, clean the cat's house, do laundry, bought Dad's medicine, grocery shooping and fetch Mom. I was very depressed because my brothers did not helped much then.
But then my Mom took one month leave to take care of my Dad. Weehoooo! But, only if I helped her with the house chores. Easy. What I'd been doing all these years you think?
People came everyday even the one he haven't seen in 50 years! And day by day I recognized few faces of the relatives which we hardly knew.
I tried to put on a bold face when the guests weep away when they saw Dad.
For the last couple of weeks I became very restless, grumpy and sleepless. Mom was working and so did Abang. I had to send her to the office before 8am, got home checked on Dad, prepare breakfast, give meds, started cleaning the house (mopping and sweeping, a must!), sometimes (or always) I washed the curtains when the cats misbehaved and peed on it, cooked for lunch and dinner, clean the cat's house, do laundry, bought Dad's medicine, grocery shooping and fetch Mom. I was very depressed because my brothers did not helped much then.
But then my Mom took one month leave to take care of my Dad. Weehoooo! But, only if I helped her with the house chores. Easy. What I'd been doing all these years you think?
Pooja
Pooja gave birth on Friday after when we brought Dad to the hospital. Mama cakap Pooja terberanak sekor kat luar on the grass! It was almost Maghrib and Mama keluar just to hear the azan when she saw Pooja with a baby. Then she carried both of them to the basket I prepared for her. Then another pooped out, and another, and another until when I was back and Abang said "Ok all done!", another one pooped out. And the least expected the last one.
Abang cakap Pooja monyet, selalu! And now memang Pooja monyet.
Saya selalu marah Pooja, she always sat outside in the garden, all the time. So everytime I searched for her and found her happily stretching her legs on dirt, I scolded her "Poooja!! Nanti kau terberanak kat luar baru kau tahu!". Well, lets just say I said it more than 44 times :p
Abang cakap Pooja monyet, selalu! And now memang Pooja monyet.
Saya selalu marah Pooja, she always sat outside in the garden, all the time. So everytime I searched for her and found her happily stretching her legs on dirt, I scolded her "Poooja!! Nanti kau terberanak kat luar baru kau tahu!". Well, lets just say I said it more than 44 times :p
Obe
Nota kaki: entry unfinished.
It has been 30 months since we were together and I can no longer ask anyone better than him.
He may not be rich.
He don't even have a fancy car.
He has no idea what romance is.
But all I care is his heart. And how sincere he is when he said he gonna take care of me for the rest of my life, then he will.
When Chombee died, I was lucky to have Obe around. He helped me a lot. We burried her under the scorching sun, together. I cried and he gave me his lap. And his hand for me to held until I went asleep. I had a headache and brought some aspirins.
Now what more can I ask for?
Sometime, I think I've became too dependent on him. I used to be an independent girl but when he's around, I just be like this 8 year old kid who needs her candy before she eats. I don't know if its normal but I do prefer that way.
We did so much things together. We did everything we wanted to do, or places we wanted to discover or even food we dare to try.
Obe knew me the best and I treasured the friendship we had along with the romance.
He may not be rich.
He don't even have a fancy car.
He has no idea what romance is.
But all I care is his heart. And how sincere he is when he said he gonna take care of me for the rest of my life, then he will.
When Chombee died, I was lucky to have Obe around. He helped me a lot. We burried her under the scorching sun, together. I cried and he gave me his lap. And his hand for me to held until I went asleep. I had a headache and brought some aspirins.
Now what more can I ask for?
Sometime, I think I've became too dependent on him. I used to be an independent girl but when he's around, I just be like this 8 year old kid who needs her candy before she eats. I don't know if its normal but I do prefer that way.
We did so much things together. We did everything we wanted to do, or places we wanted to discover or even food we dare to try.
Obe knew me the best and I treasured the friendship we had along with the romance.
Nota kaki: entry unfinished.
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Poooooooooooooooooo ja
Fresh from the oven,
Pooja is a mother, mannnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!
5 babies.30th October.
7pm until 8.30pm.
The babies and Pooja.Day one.
Now semua confused who was the father because seriously semua colour takda sama!Thursday, October 29, 2009
Living hall
*edited*
So, this was what made me all gloomy last night.
My mom bought a new sofa set for the main living hall. So there are gonna be like 2 different sets? The old-fashioned sofa set on the other hand will be already being moved upstairs as our 2nd living hall and entertainment area.
The problem is when we first saw the full leather sofa set, we thought that it would be a perfect match with the L sofa and could blend in with the cabinet and all. But to my horror when they delivered the sofa, it was a heterogeneous living hall!
Before
I couldn't find full picture of the living hall so here are some shots from few angles.
The colour, the carpet, the coffee table and the cabinet TV semua macam dah blend in with one concept.
And then after we rearrange the sofa;
After
We had to remodel the L sofa to a linear one.The colours were totally off.
The cabinet TV, coffee table, carpet does not blend in with the sofa.
So I dashed back to my room and ransacked everything trying to find any deco magazines I could find.
And I found one!
Imagination
These two was actually from the same house.
All I have to do is find a new carpet and curtains.
At first nak buat gini.. Aih...
The problem with this house, kami tak boleh nak tukar@buang furniture because Dad is a very sentimental person! He likes to keep all his furniture for some reason. The coffee table is from Sandakan. The old-fashioned sofa urm dah dekat 20 years. The TV cabinet kat atas is from Sabah also tapi dah buruk sangat okeh! Siap dah tercabut plywood. We changed his bed too pasal the old one tunggu masa je nak runtuh and dia boleh kata "Hantar repair nanti boleh pakai". What?? Takde sape dah nak pakai!
The problem with this house lagi the cats are everywhere! So it is ludicrous to put any fragile/ranting-like/strings-like deco. FYI, Pooja broke one bottle thinner dalam stor tadi and buat semua orang lalu depan pintu stor tutup mata jek.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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