Breather ....

Time is running pretty fast now, a week has passed. I have reduced my teh tarik sessions with my friends lately, now I am really a family man!!!.

The kids had not been fit for school until last Wednesday. We (me and my dear wife) had no choice except to sent them all to Abah's house as early as 7 am for the past few days. At the same time, my wife had been terribly busy at work (me too, infact), we drove to office seperately (cos, in case she was late, at least I can manage the kids). Went home as sharp as 5.30 pm, fetched the kids at Abah's house and managed dinner for them (bought meal thru home delivery, to save time).

On last Thursday, Irfan and Yasmine were fully recovered and ready for school. They have morning school session at Sekolah Kebangsaan and Sekolah Agama in the afternoon. Again, we had no choice, in between those sessions, they were transitted at Wak Razif's house nearby for food and to change clothes (millions of thanks Wak...). When the afternoon session was done at 5.30 pm, once again, they were stationed at the same place for shower while waiting for us to reach home. Imran was at Abah's house whole entire day.

At home, we had to segregate the work to save time. I did the laundry whilst my wife did the ironing. I washed the plate and glasses and my wife did the rinsing. I went to Tesco to buy groceries whilst she cooked at home. The kids was forced to help us whatever and whenever they could. All the house works ended around 10.30 pm everyday.

At the same time, Fik invited me to join him to Kuala Selingsing for a two days casting trip. That sounded great but the situation did't allow me to go, leaving my family just like that in a hectic condition. I have told my wife the same.

On Thursday at 2 pm, my wife called me with a very happy tone - "my mum is on the way to KL, we have to fetch her at Puduraya this afternoon". Oh my god, I was really relieved - you just imagine that you were surrounded by enemies and suddently a heli came to fly you out. The first thing that made me happy was that no more that Irfan and Yasmine have to be transitted at Wak Razif's house anymore. Same goes to Imran, no more sending him to Abah's house since my mother in laws was going to be around. At least 50% of our hectic was reduced....fuh ....

On the same nite, my wife asked me whether I plan to proceed with my casting trip. I sadly replied nope, "I will not leave you all like this". She replied, "you can go ahead, it's ok, I have my mum here but for only for 1 nite".

On Friday nite, I packed all the fishing equiptments and headed to Kuala Selingsing. Spent a day there and reached home on the next day at 2 am. Not really matter on the catch, but what I had was a good breather after a week of very hectic life....... Thanks dear...

Get Out!!!!!

Yesterday, we sacked our maid of almost 2 years with less than 24-hours notice !!!!!! Who's gonna watch and manage our kids while we are in the office tomorrow!!!! Oh god....

The whole entire drama actually started last nite (of course, after a series of fxxk up and pent-up anger she managed to cause us over the period of her tenure). I wasn't at home, as usual, for a routine Saturday nite "teh tarik" at the "mamak" shop nearby. Thank God, I didn't go far, as ALL my kids (yes.. all of them) had viral fever . At about 12.30 am, while having a great laugh with colleague over "teh tarik", I received a call from my wife - "Yasmine and Imran's temperature dah naik 40 degree". Frantically, I ran to the car and headed back home, (can't remember if I actually paid the "tea tarik"..hmmmm...)

Upon my arrival, my wife was like crazy did whatever she could to ease the heat and asked the maid for help (the maid was in her room), but no response (as usual.. so we thot she was asleep). But when my wife entered her room to get Yasmine's stuff, you know what she was doing in her room? SHE WAS ON THE PHONE. IN THE DARK. TALKING AWAY. HAPPILY AS IF NOTHING WAS HAPPENING. Apparently she was talking to her boyfriend (we found out later from series of erotic sms exchanged between both of them). With full anger, my wife snapped the handphone and took it away. (And for your info, she bought the handphone without our knowledge...we did warn her zillion times that if we caught her neglecting her work because of that handphone we will take it away...but that is another story altogetherlah!)

The next morning, with a mutual decision made by us, the whole family, we decided to kick her ass out from our house. Now, we are technically maidless!! We have to figure out our strategy to face this situation for at least another 2 or 3 weeks while waiting for the replacement. SIGH.

This morning, looking at my wife's tired face, I held up her palm and told her," not to worry dear, this too.. shall pass..."

"Kiki" the Cat Woman

"Cats!! no way jose...", I remember those words coming from the tongue of my wife. Nothing much I could do, so did my sons and daughter (who obviously love cats very much). So the craving to have a cat as pet was just left a dream, then (it was just a wish that will never come true..I thot). All that we (me and the kids) could do was just to play with Abah's cats - once a week whenever we went to his house for a weekly family gathering, that was all!!

Abah paid RM300 to a pet clinic to cross-breed his cat (a kampung cat, Aci) with a pure Persian (Boboy) belongs to the clinic. As a result, on 18th May last year 4 kittens were born, named Itam, Jumbo, Poi-Poi and Kiki. All of a sudden, as if it was an answer to our prayers, my wife told Abah that she wanted to have Kiki. We looked at each other's face, of course, pleasantly surprised!!!!!

Before she changed her mind, I immediately started the engine and we went to the pet shop to buy all feline necessities - among others; cage, litter box and sand, foods, water container etc etc .... fuh !!! it was close to about RM500 spent.

And now, Kiki has became a part of the family. It is loved by the family, especially my wife (she really does, she, at 1 time..drove to "mamak" shop to buy bawang with Kiki on the passenger seat). He he he .... that shows how "people change".