I Now Have A Home

I Now Have A Home

i don't normally do a "today-i-did-this-then-that-then-this" kindda blog. but this weekend was di atas normal.

it started out with having a pretty normal friday morning at work. some time around 1155hrs, dr fever called to say he was downstairs with dr lips. so we headed for lunch at salma where i had my usual teh si peng, a slice of french loaf and one putri salad. the itemised menu may seem trivial, but as i walked back to office, i felt funny feelings in my tummy.

reached home at about 1745hrs where the movers said they were gonna send the boxes for awak to pack his stuff. so i packed and packed. till about 1945hrs. then awak came home and we had dinner, me a plate of one scoop of rice, a serving of cauliflower+broccoli and a drumstick.
funny feelings in my tummy still feeling funny here.

awak maybe contracted the mad cow disease during the meal, for immediately after that he insisted that we go to our place. to see the cupboard that was delivered that afternoon. just to SEE it. what's with men and visuals? amidst my funny feeling tummy, i marched him to his room and introduced the visual stimuli of his uber messy room and said, "why don't we SEE this instead?" *sigh*...packed and packed and packed till 2330hrs.

at that point of time, i could not think of any activity that i loathed more in the universe than packing.

at bedtime, the funny feeling in my tummy was not so funny anymore. by then, it had grown into a flown blown gripping pain that felt as if my insides were being gripped every 3 minutes. awak rubbed some vicks on my tummy (don't look at me, go figure.) saying it'll be better. well, it did help. the vicks vapourub scent was comforting a lil bit, but it didn't help my tummy zilch.

i tossed and turned more than a salad that night. imagine sleeping on a mattress with no bedsheets (coz they're all packed) and the fan off and funny feelin in tummy....at exactly 6am we woke up and i told awak we're going to doctor helena. now.

so we went, where to my suprise, it wasn't doctor helena. instead it was this sweet young thing who prodded and poke my tummy with her finger for a grand total of nine times and declared i had colic. funny feeling in tummy is air.

so instantly i was accused of "hah, see lah! don't eat some more!" / "tu lah, khairiyah selalu tak makan siang" etc. absurd. of all things i've ever been accused of, dieting is never one of them. so the movers came at 1600hrs and there was the whole process of moving stuff. after maghrib ,

we went to see atok bedok who was at mak eton's house recovering from something ular thing, kindda like rashes and move around your skin like a snake? hence the name?

poor atok. he's getting older and cuter. i love his sense of humour. he asked where father was at least 7 times in 15 mins. he asked me what time did we leave singapore and how much were the bus fares nowadays. he also asked awak where he stayed during the japanese occupation. when i poured him his teh susu, he said "ah terima kasih. tulis buku eh?"

i dreaded sunday coz awak is working from 0900 to 2200hrs today...and if earlier i said there's nothing more i hate than packing, well...famous last words! i hate UNPACKING even more!

*groan.....*

so now, alhamdulillah...i have a house and slowly awak and i will turn it into a home. i have two toaster ovens, a sandwich make and a rice pot. i don't have an ironing board, a hot water pot (the kind that boils your water in 3 minutes that type) and a microwave oven. oh yes and i have tonnes of cleaning to do. and the unpacking is still finished.

god i sound so grown up.