wisdom is expensive

ya, it really is.

in the last 12 months, TWO of my wisdom teeth decided to make an appearance.

after 30 years. ishk. one was extracted.

painfully bcos it cost me nearly rm400 buckaroos. ouch.

for ONE extraction ok. did i get conned?

another is right now pushing its way through my gums even as we speak.

bladieshiets. its not so painful as it is annoying.

i notice i get sore throats more often,

headaches more often,

fevers more often.

I THINK it’s bcos of this teething thing lah.

i mean it makes sense dunnit?

babies get sick when they’re teething

so why not adults right.

irritating ahhhh…

the sweetest thing

over the weekend, the husband & i played hosts to my brother and his wife. true to his musician-self, the husband took us to a pub in sri hartamas to be entertained by a live band. what’s the name of the band again ah? i forgot lah. whatever it is, the songs they played were of the country music genre. siap dengan cowboy hats & boots lagi wei. but they were really good!! i was pleasantly surprised. the pub was a little empty though, by my standards lah. except for this cicak which was hiding under our table. actually it wasn’t hiding lah. it was just there waiting to be stepped on. which i did as we were leaving the pub… after having successfully avoided it the whole night. ughh.

the husband did the sweetest thing which was also a bit embarrassing for a sober person, which i was, that night. he requested for a special song to be played & when they started playing it, i was like “eh?? what’s going on here?”, bcos i didn’t recognize the opening melody while he had this knowing look on his face when he pulled me to the dance floor for a twirl. the empty dance floor. in an empty-ish pub.

romance –very.
shyness –also the very.
sweet –isn’t it just??

crazy by kenny rogers (roasters)

girl, there are no words to say

what i feel in my heart

you, you're on my mind night and day

and it hurts me when we're apart

when you're not here by my side

there is nothing in this world for me

i guess i'm crazy, crazy for you can't you see

and although you may think it's crazy

here is where i want to be

i will always need your love

now, i can see every dream

when i look in your eyes

and though things never are what they seem

there is one thing that i realize

that there's no doubt in my mind

we can make this love go on forever

i guess i'm crazy, crazy for you can't you see

and although you may think i'm crazy

here is where i'll always be

and i need you with me

'cause you are the dream

that finally came true for me

and all my life there'll be no one else

if i looked all my life there could be no one else

and for the rest of my life all i need is you

this song is special to us bcos, one night long long ago, when we only just started our fling-ing, he said

“don’t be scared okay, but this is the song i was planning on singing to my wife on our wedding night”.

awwww… sho shpooky…

& yes, i was a bit freaked out when he started singing it to me then.

but no more. it’s our special song now.

(love u babes **kiss**)

in fact, he sang it for me on our wedding night.

albeit a bit drunk. says he cant remember it even, if not for the wedding pics.

tsk tsk…

a day in my life

hi. my name is groovychick. i am a recently married sino-kadazan ahemm… lady (sometimes). my husband is a soft-voiced malaysian indian with a chinese surname (go figure). we live close to jinjang-land, menjalara. on the upside, we also live next to posh-land, desa park city & ikea is just a stone’s throw away.

ok lah… maybe the stone has to bounce a lot before it actually reaches ikea, but we are close. actually it doesn’t really matter just how close to ikea we are cos the husband abhors shopping. & these days i’m recuperating from my wedding-related expenses so i can’t exactly hop-around shopping. oh well. one day at a time. wait till i strike that lottery. now, i just have to start buying ‘em numbers.

ok so, we live in menjalara near-ish ikea.

during the week, in the mornings we attempt to get up at 7am & always, always fail miserably. i tend to re-set my alarm clock at 15minute intervals. usually, we only get up at 8am, meaning i have to rush through my beauty-routine.

the husband has to go through his routine too: the 5s –shit, shave, shower, shampoo, shake (hihihi). ok lah, i’m not certain whether the last one takes place or not hahaha.

the first one is like clock-work though. every morning without fail.

anyways, most of the time, he has to wait for me to get ready. says he gets tired just looking at me going through my routine. on the off-chance (very very off this) that i’m ready before him, i sometimes make breakfast. usually its eggs. or its eggs. & other times its eggs.

bcos we are a single-car family, the husband comes with me & i drop him off at the train station then scoot off to work. usually, we take a rather pricey route in order to beat traffic bcos we’re already late. ok lah, bcos i’m late. he starts work at noon & finishes at 9pm. in the evenings after work, i head home in the traffic all by my lonesome. depending on the level of boredom on that day, i might cook something or bake or freeze things. don’t get too excited, mostly i don’t do things from scratch. i’m a firm believer of using ready-mixes.

sometimes lah i rajin lah but this is usually when it’s something easy to do like bolognese sauce. but i tell you, boredom is a real motivator. for me at least. i’ve been known to clean in the middle of the night bcos i’m bored. the husband, he calls me monica geller. heh.

when it’s time, i drive out again to get him from work. sometimes we visit my MIL who lives close-by to our place. most times we head home. since we don’t have astro, we watch & re-watch dvds hehehe (so kind souls out there, please loan us some!) or, & this is my fave, we watch chinese ghost stories. hihihi… it’s real nice exposing the husband to my chinese roots.

i don’t cook much cos it’s not good to eat so late right. besides, i can’t tahan till 9pm for dinner lah. so i eat first or we just have a snack before bedtime.

we’re in bed by midnight. i insist on pillow talks, it’s my way of making sure we do set aside that time to talk. it can be all of 10mins but i’m happier. & if i hear him snoring, i’ll fidget till he wakes up again so we can resume our talks. haha…

twice in a week i get some time to myself –when he goes for futsal after work & when he works on sundays. it’s the pits but it’s not unbearable. i get to read my books & laze in bed.

i love my life.

prayers

i haven’t really been following the

story on the missing girl nurin jazlin

but yesterday’s paper on the body-in-a-bag

news really caught my attention.

today they dna-confirmed that the

body is really that of nurin’s.

the poor girl. may her young soul rest in peace.

i offer a prayer for you, little one.

so kasian & so sad.

i hope the murderer dies a slow, horrible excruciating death

& after that, continue to rot in hell.

someone should stick a durian up his ding-dong.

see how he likes it.

bastardo.

i don’t mean to be judgmental, but i am

gonna be that here anyways

& i’m not sure whether i want to apologize for it,

but how in the world could nurin’s parents have allowed

her to go to the pasar malam on her own?

& no, saying that she said that she was going with

her 9-year old sister is equally baffling.

they are kids.

they’re kids in today’s world.

where kids go missing & bad things happen

to them bcos there are psychopaths around.

i don’t have kids of my own, so sure,

bash me for talking about something

i may not know anything about,

but hey, this isn’t just about parenting skills,

this is about having common sense.

it’s like giving a kid a gun &

expecting him to know NOT to use it.

don’t be stupid.

despite my judgmental tirade,

i do feel sorry for her family.

it must be heart-wrenching to have to go through this.

so, i’ll offer a prayer for them too

that they will get through this somehow.

God Bless.

starvation & sustenance

my tummy's a-growling. i've been in a meeting since 930am & it ended only at 2pm. are these people mad? it's the fasting month summore. you'd think they'd try to shorten the meetings. i salute them lah. i dunno how they do it. i cannot fast. period. i was so hungry, i was getting dizzy. anyways, halfway through the meeting, i ran up to my room & had my left-over egg sandwich from breakfast. gobbled it all down in a minute. after the meeting, i wanted to have some jam & crackers. to my misfortune, the jam was mouldy already. yick. so, it was hot milo & crackers. oh well, beggars can't be choosers izenit.

by the way, my egg sandwich was courtesy of the husband. he was suffering from food poisoning in the last 3 days & our weekend was spent resting, puking & a-doodie.com-ing. he's feeling bad cos i had to tend to his needs & i'm guessing that's why i got me-self an egg sandwich today.

this is NOT the sandwich my husband made for me today

it's ok lah sweetheart. not your fault. but thanks so much for the breakfast. nowww... i've got this wishlist of things i want for christmas which i'm just dying to share with you ;-p...

oh ya, over the weekend, cos he wasnt feeling too good, i had to make the husband some half-boiled eggs. so. not. easy. geez. how many minutes do you need in order to get half-boiled eggs?? my first try with 2 eggs came out more hard-boiled than half. my second try, again with 2 eggs, came out more raw than half-boiled. in the end i poached it & passed it off as half-boiled hehehe. cos when you poach you can see it ma. when you boil it, you can't see through the shell. husband, why do you like it half-boiled? looks disgust. especially when it's cold.

this is also NOT the half-boiled eggs i made for my husband over the weekend

i'm gonna have a banana after this. still hungry lah. tonight i'll have some chicken horfun soup & read a book while i wait for the husband to finish work.

nursery rhymes

very good, campulut, tahi si polo, lim puput

altogether now...

have a good weekend everybody.

my fiddy-eth merdeka

see just how lidut i am with my blog entries. oh well, i write when i feel like it. actually i write when i dont have superiors looking over my shoulder. heh.

so i was thinking to myself today, say, i havent been blogging lately. plus, i received 2 comments on my previous entries to which i hadnt replied to yet. not bcos i'm a smug blog-diva but bcos, i'm so blog-illiterate hehehe. i didnt know how to post a comment. shoot me now. & so i got a friend to teach me after which i realized: aduhai bodohnyer i ni. ok never mind.

ok so, how was your merdeka celebrations? my eve was spent eating pizza at home & watching some new dvds. at midnight, i wished the husband "happy merdeka" & then we went out to the balcony to watch the far-far-away fireworks display. then we continued watching dvds. lazy bums.

the in-laws decided to have a barbeque for the merdeka hols & our contribution was lasagna. this is our 2nd attempt at it & i must say it turned out not-too-bad. & by that i mean no one had diarrhea lah the next day. i even found the right oven function to get the browning effect. the 1st time we did it, we were too afraid to let anyone else try it. we're criticism-phobic when it comes to food preps :-).

all in all it was a nice quiet dinner in. of course we nearly died of smoke inhalation. the wind was blowing the smoke into the house.

after the barbeque, we went home & had to clean out my nephew's stinky-poo hamsters. the husband was of NO help whatsoever. disgust he says. tsk tsk. good thing i'm resourceful (i got a girl friend to catch 'em for me hihihi).

hungry lah now. feel like having some of that lamb.