Two nasi lemak please…
One packet no chicken, one packet two chickens.
Hubby’s need for meat is greedy.
There’s something about you, as a mother (not ours), that makes us dislike you & many of the decisions you’ve made recently. Who are we to say when we are not parents ourselves? They say we will become the people we hate so everyday, I pray that I will not be your kind of ‘mother’. You are exactly an image of the kind of mother I would never want to be.. Insya’Allah.
This is a story about a vegetarian.
This is a guy from where Yunus’s ricebowl comes from who’s a vegetarian who wanted his face blurred out if it should go on the internet. He claimed that he loves birds and always had a supply of food for them. When called upon, they would sit on him and allow themselves to be fed. They are no pets nor are they the same birds that he has ever fed. They are simply, stray birds from nowhere.
There was a time before I even had Garfield, a time when my parents did not think I was matured enough to look after a cat (I did have hamsters, fishes & tortoises though)… Cats would come to my house for shelter or food. I had Barbie&Ken, a couple in between who were around for only a couple of days then there was Pumpkin. They just appeared at the doorstep either meowing loud enough for me to hear or found shivering somewhere inside my 3m-long balcony where only cats could have access into. They could have seeked shelter at my second floor’s neighbours where there were and still are a forest of plants whose warmth & darkness cats would have appreciated.
Today, the only stray cats my house invited are male tomcats who came to challenge the territory which belongs to my cats. I also blame the fact that somehow, my neighbourhood just didn’t have as many stray cats as it used to have. There are barely five strays around here these days.. I do miss them much. As I was growing up, I used to sneak litters of kittens into my room, feed strays by the packs but my saddest memory was watching one of them die in a hit-and-run. He took a while to die.. It was very sad. I didn’t know what to do then, I just mourned along with the other 20-over strays until a more capable adult came and bury it.
Back to the story, it truly is amazing to have such a connection with animals. I may not have the power to connect with strays as well as the man above could (I’m still unable to play with/feed a stray xenophobic cat as much as I would like it) but with my own cats, I could talk to them in a way even my mom would always be amazed.
But this is BIRDS, and BIRDS never come to any man I know not until I hear of this magical one above. Bless his good soul for all the good causes he’s doing.
From left to right: Mom’s wedding ring, amethyst ring from an amethyst-only factory we went to in Korea and a sapphire ring from one of Mom & Dad’s anniversary.
Found them in an old jewellery musical box from many years ago while I was cleaning my Mom’s closest… I’m gonna send them all for polishing and cut the gold one to my fit if my Mom allows!
Breakfast in Batam and other meals which I love so so much, I can’t tell you how much especially the roadside warongs.. Would come back just for that definitely. The A&W sucks big-time though; waffles tasted like bread!
While walking to Pizza Hut for MY dinner after From Paris With Love (Yunus had his right BEFORE the movie), we passed by KFC - no thanks to him, we ended up getting takeaways and sat on concrete while feeding ants with our leftovers, yes we did…
Him: You see, no matter how full I am, I will always have space for chickies.
Me: You’re a brutal murderer that’s why.
Him: I think I was an earthworm in my previous life.
Me: What has that got to do with…
Him: Last time when I was an earthworm, I begged the chickens, ”No please don’t eat me, pleaseeeee” (in his infamous chipmunk voice) and the chickens laughed at me and ate me. So now, I have my revenge.
On the way home, we got the two front-most seats in the top deck of the bus. Upon seating down..
Him: Yay, let’s play!! This time, I’m the bus driver and you’re the mechanic.
Me: So how do we play this game?
I can’t really remember what he said but I believe we went on to talk about the movie.. I really love you la.. You know how to make me laugh! Muah!
The best thing in life, for me, is when Yunus and I are at the top of our world so when he gave me a big hug then a squeeze and whispered, ‘My wife..’ into my ears before he drifted away for work, I knew at that point of time and my past, present and future with him in it, can only be a lengthy stretch of nothing but the bests in my entire life. I love my husband.. He is my best friend.
I went ahead with cycling at 2pm anyway.. With a cap so except for my face, everything else is practically burnt!
I feel like I’ve just been rammed from the back by a train. Yunus and I were playing catching last night at my place when he got hold of my hand then I shook him off really hard, lost my balance and fell backwards hard straight against the exterior angle of one of the wall intersections. After hearing a really loud bang (it woke my sleeping mother up), the next thing I know I slipped down in shock, stared at Yunus and saw his face of guilt and started crying, very very hard.
I got up, bended over and sat on the couch where Yunus pulled me onto his lap and rubbed my back while I cried for the next 10 mins or so. When I woke up today, I jolted up because lying on a swollen area (at the south end of the spine that meets the butt) was almost unbearable. My head was throbbing.
It shouldn’t be this way because pain and I, we are usually on very friendly terms. So you can only imagine the magnitude of the impact. I think I’m gonna need a doctor if the pain gets worse.
Since I started working more often, Yunus and I has been seeing minimal of each other that every time we do, I’ve noticed that he would want to take me out each time. We like that very very much instead of the usual sleeping-in-then-counting- down-to-our-next-meal routine that we typically do.. I mean, we are rarely on home grounds these days and when we do walk through the gate at the end of the night, we would be laughing arms around each other like drunk teenagers. But I do miss the all the cheap thrills that we once did.. Gym, swim & pool games at Safra, sigh. Life is one rockin’ rhythm of give and take and it has been so absolutely beautiful for me, I would not leave it if I had a choice.
(via loveyourchaos)
I guess no one truly understands my deep love for The King of The Jungle and his beautiful family.. We have a huge poster of him in our room walking in the savannah. Yunus says the lion will always serve as a reminder that fighting should only be for survival and family, not for the material world.. Because the male lions fight to protect his family and to keep them going for food.
That’s the way life should have been.
