Lactose Intolerance

Ok. It's been a while since I had pasta minus the one that I had in Kuching. You know pasta with some appetizers. Okla fine. It's been a while since I had Italian food. Since Ramadhan. Coz, who wants to eat Italian during Ramadhan anyway? Ok. I know some of you do so ehe..back to my story.


So two days ago I drag my company to have pasta at my favourite Italian restaurant but he decided to have 1901 instead. A new flavour of 1901 yang diclaim mempunyai rasa yang majestic tetapi akhirnya hanya rasa seperti cicah hot dog dalam kuah asam jawa. Heh. Thank God I stick to my aglio olio.


I guess my perut puaka is still berpuaka when I still crave for hot chocolate from starbuck. I mean, what do you aspect? It was raining that time, of coursela I need starbuck kan. Had a venti hot choc with some chips and talk shit all the way.


When it's time to go I realised something. Gua sakit perut. Oh no, am I lactose intolerance? Sejak bilala? Setahu aku, aku hanyalah kari intolerance. But yes, there was a feeling yang perut bergelora dan terasa lemas seperti hendak muntah. This is not good. If I am really lactose intolerance, meaning aku akan terlepak nikmat dunia seperti memakan blue cheese dan meminum swiss miss chocolate. Apakahhh?


But all the persoalan terjawab when I got home and wanting to watch tv. I unbutton my jeans and ... wallah tidak rasa sengal dan bergelora di perut lagi.


Barulah aku sedari.. aku bukannya lactose intolerance tetapi..jeans itu adalah ketat.


Aku adalah..buncit.


Fineeeeeeeeeeeeeee.


I'll start jogging tomorrow. You watch out..you gwen stephanie.. yeww...


But.. I think kan tak jadilah tomorrow sebab I baru wash my hair and ermm.. yew know..got like makan-makan this weekend. hehe.. Maybe next weekla hor?


Nway, enjoy your weekend bunnies.
Love you!

Honey star I love you

He was born in 1998 when his mother, Donna gave birth to 5 wonderful kitten. Out of that five he caught my eyes on the first look. He, yellow and fluffy and with a sweet face. I named him honey star because of his honey coated fur and the way he purred when I stroked him. I even called him motor bot coz his purring remind me of the sound of a motor bot engine. Loud and go straight to your heart.

Purrr.Bo..bott..purrr. Sweet

Yes, he was the apple of my eye. Every night, he would be the one who would share my pillow and put me to sleep with his sweet smell and loud purr. Just before I doze off, I would kiss his lemak tummy then only went to bed. At that time, I love honey star more than anything till the extent I pissed my ex off by telling him if I had to choose between him and honey star, without doubt I would choose honey star.

Because he never fails to love me and make my heart melt even after few hours of crying session.

I even write a will for him. Stupid but yes, I love him that much.

Things change when I brought MJ to Shah Alam, MJ being the cat who never been separated with me not more than few hours followed me like a tail everywhere I go which left no space for honey star. He started to act unpredictable and started to do naughty things to attract attentions. On my 25th birthday, he left me a big wound on my wrist that I had to receive a jab from a doctor.

But not like some cruel bastard, I never hit my cat left alone threw him from the fifth floor even the fact he littered on my bed or he tend to gave me more scars.

I still love him. Like I love him from the first day when he was born.

Last week, his health deteriorated. My mum said he might be suffering from leukemia and had no chance to survive. I cried the whole night after she told me that she might had to put him to sleep. But then, the vet said he doesn't need to be put to sleep, few jabs will do to cure his jaundice and he'll be fine.

I was so happy. Yeay, I thought.

We went to my grandma house and return the next day only to find honey star lying stiff in his cage. I panicked but thankful to see that he was still breathing. After given some advice from a friend I called the vet.

Me: You said he'll be fine *quiver

She: Isn't she?

Me: Hell no. Did you gave him an overdose jab?

She: Ermm.. Not really. Well. I tested to see how he would react to the jab.

At this point I feel like screaming. What do you mean by you tested? What do you think my cat is you stupid bitch?

Me: Well, obviously it didn't work. He's flat now.

She: Oh, so you want to bring him over and put him to sleep?

Me: No. I think he is better here.

Lancau engkaula.

I am not ready to let him go. I can't let him go. I had him for 8 years and it was still not enough. I still want his stupid purr and stupid clawing. I still want my honey star. For days, I sacrificed my sleep just to feed him the 100 plus + vitagen mixture. I am so scared that he might go away that I checked his breathing every one hour.

On every feed, I told him he is a fighter and he can't leave me because I.. I love him.

For few days he survived until two days ago his eyes were started to be filled with cuss. Honey star can't no more see. And he can't even move not even an inch but his heart was still beating.

Didn't I tell you that he is a sweet cat? That really love me? And would try his best not to let me down? That's what he did. Even he can't hold it anymore he tried because he know I am not ready to let him go.

But how could I bare seing him like that? Lying motionless with a beating heart. How could I let him,the one who always soothed me when I cried after breaking up with stupid guys suffer. I can't. I could pretend not to care and wait until someone dispose his body but I just can't. Not me. I can't even sleep thinking of him.

So yesterday..yesterday I gathered my guts and hug him tight. Probably my last hug. Although he still wants to fight but I want him to have his peace. It would be only fair.

I told the vet to put him to sleep, half choked, trying my best to control my tears. As she reached for the injection I excused my self and took a seat outside. Wept.

My honey star. The yellow-loud-purring-honey-star.. Who loves to sleep on the shelf. Loved. Is gone.

The dr asked me whether I wanted his corpse. I said no and asked her to buried him for me. I don't think I'm strong enough to even glance at him.

Inside the car, I cried until there's no more tears because I know.. today..today I lost my sweet manja cat.

Kakak am so sorry sayang. It's not that kakak don't love you. But I just have to do that. I hope you will forgive me and please know I did that because I love you. Just because I love you.

Maybe some of you don't understand what's the big deal. But to me, it is.

Rest in peace Honey Star.

Abang deejay

Hai arnab-arnab. Nama saya chics dan semalam saya telah pergi ke rumah orang kawen. Saya adalah suka pergi ke rumah orang kawen kerana lauk dan air sirap orang kawen adalah sedap sangat.

Hari ini ialah giliran abang burger di depan rumah saya berkahwin. Walaupun dia adalah seorang penjual burger tatapi tiada burger bonus di hari persandingannya. Yang ada hanyalah lauk-lauk orang kawen sahaja. Selain itu terdapat juga deejay yang memainkan lagu perkahwinan. Saya tidak pasti samada deejay itu adalah hemsem atau pun tidak.

Yang kedua adalah rumah sedara sendiri. Kali ini lauk ayam masak merahnya lebih hebat dimana nasir bilal khan turut kelihatan di tempat kejadian tetapi deejay dan muziknya tidak hebat. Mengapakah perlu memainkan lagu seperti para hadirin adalah pekak? Adalah terasa seperti di kelab malam dimana hendak bercakap terpaksalah menjerit Cuma scene kali ini adalah dipenuhi macik macik dan bukannya hot babes atau tak hot babes yang cuba kelihatan hot babes.

Juga saya tidak faham ya, mengapakah perlu bermain lagu-lagu rempit saat awie berseluar ketat ataupun lagu bumiputera rockers dimana tiada unsure-unsur jinjang pemain disitu. Ini adalah mematahkan semangat memakan ayam masak merah kerana terlalu sibuk menyanyi bersama-sama dengan lagu yang diputarkan. Dan oleh kerana orang saling jerit menjerit pengantin adalah tidak dipedulikan lagi. Kasihan pengantin itu, sia-sia sahaja usahanya menempah baju dan mekap yang chantek.

Jikalau saya menjadi deejay saya akan tidak membuat perkara sekeji itu. Iyalah, saya nikan hormatkan orang tua walaupun ramai tidak bersetuju. Maksud saya, hello, kesianlah macik-macik yang datang itu okes. Saya yang masih muda ini pon dah pekak apakan lagilah..Dan saya akan memastikan seleksi pilihan adalah menepati objektif. Tidaklah seperti memutarkan lagu "mak janda" semasa hari perkahwinan ataupun lagu pelamin anganku musnah. Apakahhhhhhhhh? Tapi saya tidak rasa saya akan menjadi deejay. Kerana ehe.. adalah tidak sopan mencarut di majlis perkahwinan orang.

Tetapi, jika saya berkahwin, saya hanya mahu gamelan dan lagu-lagu melayu tradisional dan juga pemakai baju tradisional. Keirun dan skinner, aku akan buat kau pakai baju kurung hari tu. Haha

Eceh saya ini. Cakap poyo-poyo sahaja.

Tetapi cerita poyo saya tak habis setakat disitu. Ada lagi ok tetapi mungkin bersambung di masa hadapan kerana sekarang sudah tiba masa arnab- arnab membuat kerja. Sementara itu, biarlah saya sambung tidur dulu. Hihi

Selamat Isnin arnab-arnab.

Muah.Muah

Perut buaya

People has been asking me whether I had the chance to go to any open house which amazingly I went to none so far. Buttt I will, starting this Saturday and so on. So I told a guy, who happens to read my blog that I will be going to open houses starting this Saturday since he asked[gila berbelit ayat aku].


"Oh no. Kesian diorang. Mesti habis makanan diorang you makan. You kan kuat makan. Hehe".


I wanted to marah tapi tak jadi sebab celake, betulla pulak apa yang dia cakapkan. Chics adalah makan banyak ok, walaupun badan adalah tidak sepatutnya makan banyak. Dan selalunya perempuan adalah tidak akan makan berpinggan-pinggan dan boleh pergi makan 1901 setelah makan 2 pinggan nasik.

eh, manade makan banyak. Takdelah!

Hell. But you know, I'm not the only one. I think teteks do eat a lot, except tina. Nicky berpura-pura makan sikit padahal aku tau dia makan banyak. Haha nasib baik dia tak de masa nak baca blog dah sebab bz. Fadzi and Nikkit toksah cite. Bena bagi alasan dia makan untuk 2 orang [alasaaaaan :P].


Ok, setelah mengumpat kawan sendiri beralih kepada persoalan kenapa mereka ini makan banyak? Setelah berfikir secara analytic, saya mendapat satu postulat yang bolah diguna pakai. Adalah genius saya ini. Ha!


Ini adalah kerana factor persekitaran dan pengaruh rakan sebaya juga salah pihak pentadbiran sekolah.


Selama 5 tahun, we were being fed at least 5 times a day. Pagi pergi breakfast, nak nak kalau scramble egg, dimana kalau dah habis siap curik dekat sick bay. Scramble egg ni punyelah sedap sampai chics sanggup bangun di subuh musipat supaya dapat mengecop telur, jika lambat 10 minit pon, janganlah harap nak dapat. Weekends adalah mesti kerana ada nasik lemak.


Lepas tu ada rehat. I tell yew, my macik kantin, walaupon keding tapi masaknya adalah sangat sedap. Walaupun hanya tempe tapi perghhhhhh.. Sanggup beli mee mangkuk besa 2 mangkuk. "Macik, double 2", sambil meleh air liur.


Lunch adalah satu kemestian berlari-lari ke dining hall untuk mengecop ayam best kecuali masa form 5 sebab tayah berebut. Nak nak hari selasa lauk ayam masak lemak. Tapi jika lauk daging dendeng, sesiapa pon sanggup berbunuhan untuk mendapatkan lauk ini.


Prep petang takde makanla kecualiiii, kalau ponteng prep dan mengambil makanan junior tanpa izin. Juniors nehhh, food diorang heaven okkk. Sangatlah sedap dan bervariasi. Tapi takpe, masa last day ada majlis salam-salam maka bolehlah mintak maaf. Haha


Tea adalah makan kuih kuih dan air the yang glug glug panas terasa di dada. Uhh. Kemudian pergi ke koop pula memakan junk food atau makan ajela apa-apa.


Dinner then supper dimana bolehla meminum wahi [wahi adalah jenama yang ala-ala milola] tarik! Dahla supper boleh pegi beli nasik lemak pulak 2 bungkus. Lepas tu tengah-tengah malam pegi pecah dewan makan and amik tembikaii, rotiii, telurrr dan makan sambil practice menari.Oh, sebelum keluar dari dewan makan, jangan lupa amik punchcard macik-macik dining hall dan punch kadkan. Hehe


To think of it, yeah. We did eat a lot back then. As a provekan masa mula-mula masuk skolah berat adalah 15 kg dan keluar skolah berat adalah 55kg. Hehe. Gila boyak.


And you know, even until now, our activities will never fail to include makan. Sikit-sikit makan. Main bola, makan. Karaoke, makan. Tengok wayang, makan. Pegi melepak rumah orang, makan. Sambil mengumpat pon boleh makan. Haih


Siapla sape yang baru kawen tu, mesti kene paksa buat makan-makan.


I am never ashamed with the fact that I'm a big eater. And I seriously don't understand with women who hanya kuis-kuis makanan mereka.


Tidakkah mereka tahu, selain tido dan isap rokok, makan itu satu nikmat?

Wheezer

The raining season and baskin doesn't fit at all. The coldness brought by the rain had welcome my ritual athsma attack. The ritual lungs exploding feeling.


Plus, construction going on inside the house make things worst. The dust nearly choke me to death.


I hate it when I'm sick coz I will get cranky, especially if i'm on ventolin, memang semua orang nak kene marah.


So I was thinking, this might be the time I could see my favourite dr, dr iskandar but to my dissapointment he was not in the clinic. Neither did his wife [yang muka agak expresionless itu]. So I went to klinik anggerik but the dr was also not there.


Apa ni? Semua dr shah alam pegi konvensyen ke apa?


Eventhough I was a bit mad but deeply I was also grateful sebab tak payah makan ubat yang rasa macam setan itu.


Bloody chest, can't you just stop wheezing for a while?


Sheesh. I need to go, inhaler is calling.