Being Thirty.

OK so I'm officially 30 today. What's the big deal? Why must everybody reminds me of my age and rub it on me? Why, why? Isn't it pathetic enough that I'm past my tweenty-ish age, and even more pathetic that I have yet to self-actualize after thirty years of existence?

I know that I should have been grateful. I've got friends sms-ing me as early as 9 in the morning, considering that its a Sunday, it is so sweet of them even though one has the nerves to remind me of my age as if I would forget that fact ggrr. And, what is more surprising, my second brother went banging on the door at 9.45 a.m. with a bouquet of fresh white roses and red orchids. I mean, the only person who had ever bought me flowers is myself. I am very flattered, I am, but why on my 30-th birthday, why? Can't they wait till my next birthday when the wound has heal?

Things to do now that I'm 30:
1. Stop being dramatic.
2. Accept the fact that I am 30.
3. Be less chaotic.
4. Be more of a normal wife and mother.
5. Try to self actualize before I gets 40.

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Me and Machine.

My husband once asked me,"Why can't you just drive?"

I said,"I had problems dealing with machines."

At first he couldn't believe me, because his mother and sisters can handle a car effortlessly, so why can't I. It is beyond his comprehension that any human can be this defective at handling such a simple task of driving a car. He then understood when he saw me struggling over a bunch of keys to open our front door. He went,"Oh can't you recognize the shape of the hole and match it with one of the keys?" Even when I get the right key, I just can't get it into the hole correctly.

"I told you I have mechanical diability!"

He nodded and sighed,"You can't open a door, whatmore handle a car."

Hu-hu. Sadis tapi benar.

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About Cameron and Idle.

I was forced to go to Cameron last week. It was not an enjoyable trip, because:

1. I love travelling, but not the agony of long journey. Which explains why I preferred airborne above anything else if I had the money. And the dwindling road as we went up to the highland? Please. No more Cameron.

2. The choice of hotel. Whatever you do at Cameron, just don't go to Equatorial Cameron. One, you would expect abundance of fresh strawberries being served at the coffee house at a hotel in Cameron, no? Well, sadly Equatorial doesn't share that sentiment. Two, Cameron is a place full of beautiful things like, roses, sunflower, lilies, etc. and you would expect fresh roses on the table as you take your breakfast, no? Again, Equatorial doesn't share this sentiment. Hello? Strawberries and flowers are cheap at this place OK? Hotels in KL wouldn't mind spending their money on strawberries and roses to cheer up their customers, even though the price of these are expensive here. Three, the toilets are a laughingstock. Mcm berada di zaman batu pulak. You expect us to fill up the gayung from the sink and carry the gayung in the cubicle? HA-HA very funny. Four, the food is nothing to shout about. Last but not least, what with asking the customer to go to ironing room at fifth floor? I see no difference between you and Rumah Tumpangan Ah Chong.

Again, DO NOT GO TO EQUATORIAL CAMERON.

[FYI, I wrote about all this in the complaint form hehe and vowed to tell the world :-p]

3. The weather. I hated it. The bosses said, minds work better at cold weather. Yeah right. My teeth chatters. My hand shivers. I had leg cramps at night. My brain numb. Oh I wonder whose scientific theories that gave them such terrific ideas. I hope it's not Charlie Eppes's, because I adore his frizzy hair. Takde kaitan? Takpe.

4. Due to this Cameron trip, my kids had to sleep at my husband's office for two nights. And when I came back, one of my kids succumbed to infection. Aku dendam sampai mati OK?

[But thanks to his infection, I got the ticket to idle at home for a week! Weehee! Which is so not me. I would usually worry about work at office. But this time around, I told my husband, oh i don't give a damn, when he asked me about it. Ada issue kat tempat keje pon I tak amek port. Telephone calls pon tak angkat. Hambek ko! Korang setel la sendiri. My sweet revenge lalalala]

5. Changes in my hormones. Lame excuses. I can't help it, I'm a pregger people. Teehee.

But not all are bad. There are some positive points. Like, me getting a beautiful hand-woven picnic basket. And, filling it full with fresh strawberries, of which half has been successfully turned into delicious strawberry jam, and half are frozen for my future baking projects. And, a bottle of pure honey, from honeybees of Pahang forest, so they said, as natural remedies for my kids flu, cough and sore throat.

Home-made strawberry jams, baking projects, and natural home remedy. Oh I feel accomplish as a mother and a women. HA-HA.

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