A Quiet Sunday

Start off with the morning sleeping beside Adam as mum decided to go to market. Don't assume that I am lazy about going to market. I don't mind going to market, just not the pork, chicken, beef, fish section, dark murky water that is on the slippery wet floor.

Pushing thru the trolley along the narrow passage when all the aunties, uncles, grandmum was waddling about slowly. You can't overtake them as there is no 2nd lane. Your "excuse me" would meet with serious stares and low grunt. So mum off to market while I continue sleeping.

Adam decided to wakes up and me pretending to be asleep. He lean on me and called "Ami! Ami" My mum decided that since eldest are called Mak, 2nd is Mama and 4th is Ibu so mine should be Mummy. Cheeky son of mine called me Ami. It means mother in Hindi. I supposed it is all right since he rather watch Hindi movies than cartoon at his age. He loves the ghazals and oldies (the part whereby my late dad loves) The way he sleep, sit, talked is like my late dad when he have never met the old man before!

I woke up, fried some rice, mum bought roti prata with fish gravy...yum yum. She decided to make Mee Soto. Rebus ayam (boil the chicken) dan siat isi ayam (manual slice chicken meat), Zohrah sahaja yang makan sebab yang lain macam keluar dari hutan tak tahu makan. By the time it is late afternoon and night time, the 4 clowns decided that Mee Soto is nicer. Why is it so difficult to understand that whatever I said about food is good for you and you refuse to listen in the 1st place?

The 4 clowns had roti prata, fried chicken, udang masak asam (prawns in plum sauce), ondeh-ondeh green beans.

By 3pm, all of us had gone down to playground. Me (the big kid) all play police and thief. It was a silly game but it's fine to unwind once awhile. When the neighbour start calling and waving from 14th storey, I know it is time to go home and avoid them. I don't like the mother as well as the daughter. Her 5yrs old kid is Angelica from Rugrats. Her mum is like a sponge, she soak up anything that she can find. Any gossips, food, recipes, my son's diapers, talcum, glucose, milk powder, toys and biscuits. Since my mum have a thing for Indonesian people. She is afraid that the lady might cast a spell on her or the family since they are known to dabble in black magic. It's an ancient belief that those people from Indonesia, Thailand are good in witchcraft things. (I wonder who gives the moronic ancestors that ideas) Left to my own devices, I'll broom her away and then we see who is Wicked Witch of the East.

Adam fall asleep after cleaning up. While I just doze off next to him. Woke up at 8pm, listening to 4 clowns making noise and talking about their classmates.

I don't feel hungry as I've eaten 2 bowls of Mee Soto. Just sat and listen and then watch TV...Kaho Naa Pyar Ha till 3am. Woke up today at 5am.

Back from Leave

Feeling too tired to wake up yesterday morning and had to call in sick for office. Slowly I get up and shower at 8:30am. I don't feel like waking up but you need to go to doctor and get a medical cert or else I have no excuse for staying at home.

Mum make mee goreng kicap so no chilli just soy sauce...yum, yum for a sick person....lol. Telur goreng(fried egg) and fried fish cake is just good. I had to eat first. I don't think I can go to doctor with my tummy growling like a hungry lion (singa kelaparan).

Went to doctor, get the medicine and bought 3kg of noodles. You might ask...sick and 3kg of noodles? I've 3 nephews and 1 niece at home, 2 weeks of school holiday and they are eating monsters.

Mum make mee rebus with that 3kg of noodles. Ikan terubuk bakar, ayam goreng. There is no way I'm going to lose any weight staying at home with all the RICH food. I'm 130kg. I nearly had an heart attack hearing that. I was 110kg 2yrs ago.

The losing weight starts today and no more RICH food for me or night eating for me. Well I would eat at night as by the time I reach home it be 9pm. Maybe fruits only. Or else I have to bring breakfast, lunch and dinner to work as well. Dumb office don't have microwave oven. Only for the Kambings. And the kambings eat pork.....aaaarrrggghhhhh...I can strangle them easily with my bare hands. No offense intended for those pork loving eating homosapiens. Do you think I should bring my own microwave oven to office. There is a slight problem which would be good...power supply would trip. Power supply trips equal to no work. No work equals to can relax. Relax equals to no pay. Nope that's not good. Can't bring the oven...Think woman...think woman...or else you be eating cold lunch and dinner everyday. I know I bring a battery-operated oven. Huhh??

From sick to doctor, to mee to being very fat, to microwave oven and strangling Kambings? I'm really going off the track now.

Stress Out Again

I was getting better when I reach home last night. I had manage to stitch some on Namuelle's fabric. I don't feel any pain at my waist. The moment I put it down and think about work, the pain came back quickly even before you can say help.

This morning, feels the pain again. I push the thought about work to the back of my mind and said that it is a pleasuring job. The pain slowly ease to a tolerable level. Cough still remains, running and block nose is gone for now. Stilll experiencing mild fever. Mood is back to a better level, no longer on crappy level.

I've gone to the point whereby I can't be bothered about my colleagues. Whether they are working, not working, where their worker is, leaving early, coming back late, work not done, graphs not updated, spreadsheet not consistent. I just don't care. I don't even care about the work anymore. I'm just doing the norm no more going the extra mile. What's the point, no one cares about it. They all expect me to do it.

Write more later, now time for breakfast. Mee Goreng. Let's see what $2.50 looks like.

Slowly Mutating

I'm not in my bestest mood since last Friday. I've managed to detect my source of crappiness. It's due to work stress. It's slowly developing into a full blown flu. You got the stuffy nose on one and running nose on the other side. Scratchy throat. Huge stone in your head. An irritating cough that can't make up its mind whether to go full or stop half way thru. Dark green, thick and chunky mucus and phlegm that refuse to dislodge from your lungs. (One of the few reasons why I don't like chocolates)

Had lontong today. yum, yum eventhough it is high in coconut squeeze and in other words...fattening and clogged up your arteries but then I only live once not a cat with 9 lives. What else....1 cup of coffee, 1 can of Coke, 3 epok-epok (its the small version of curry puff). This is just a rant as I'm not feeling well and need to let out some stress.

I have made very few progress on Namuelle's fabric, would continue doing it all thru the night.

Going home now to eat as I'm starving.

Colour of Death

GREEN


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