Simmering

The fever improved then got worst by the end of the day. It was 38.7 when I settled home earlier and the paracetamol, brufen and tepid sponging helped. Better now. Playing with my boys who were commenting on my wet forehead.

They kept asking me to gobble down the air badak. Tasted like normal H2O. Maybe I was still to feel it's magic. Time to hit the shower soon, and catch up on all things iPhone.

Give me the Rocket

Anita had been watching too much Nigella Lawson I thought. Guess what she prepared for me last night? A bowl of rocket salad. My favourite. Complete with balsamic vineger!

I tell you, she is a keeper! Thanks Love!

Sure was Messy

We left the boys to their own devices today wince we were out all day attending rumah terbuka and other things. When we arrived back home, the room turned into a right mess. The toys were strewn everywhere.

We got the boxes in to sort out their old toys since we planned to give some of them away she the time come for us to move on. Some of then we wanted to hand down to relatives and some we might want to keep for sentimental value.

Sorting them proved to be a challenge. So, it looked like we had to start from scratch again.

Memories of Merdeka

I'm not going to pretend that I'm a patriotic kind. But having lived abroad for a big chunk of my student life did put things into perspective somewhat. And for Merdeka Day, most of the students used to congregate at the High Commissioner's Residence in London for a quick get together and food, clad in their traditional costumes.

I guessed that made things felt rather different from the ordinary routine.

The first and only time that I joined in - making a trip to London from where I was based was rather tricky - was soon after I first arrived in 1990. I remembered that the High Commissioner's house was just outside Central London. We took a train there and then a short walk from the station. From afar you could see your fellow Malaysian in their Baju Melayu and Baju Kurung. Quite a sight in a foreign land.

We were ushered in, plenty of food at the garden this being late sunmer when the weather was still warm. A few of the students happened to be children of well known parents from back home and were known personally by the Commisioner or his staffs. They got to be introduced around, while us ordinary folk just mingled around looking perplexed.

We then decided from then on that maybe hanging around and meeting friends at Malaysia Hall was a better idea. Elitism can be stuffy .......

Cleaning Cemerlang House

Puan Anita and the maid - I was on call being my excuse - spent the weekend clearing up our Taman Cemerlang stuff before the planned sale. And oh boy, did we have a lot of junk. I was there on Sunday lunch as some of the stuff may need selling, while some would be transfered later to our apartment.

It looked like we would be making a small fortune if we were to sell the old stuff. We even had plenty of our wedding present - from 1997 - which were still wrapped up in their original package. Then came the children stuffs, my old photography equipment - projectors, developing equipment and my old stack of slides which needed to be dispose of. So much junk!

There were three floors to clearFound Idlan's old walkerWe would be giving away the boys' old stuff to charity, but not before getting a proper lorry to transport them. Some of them we would pass to family members while some may be kept for momento.

The fridge, washing machine, TV and beds would be transported to the apartment in the coming weeks. We would need a lorry for that, and removal help.

Found stacks of old slidesThis was the mid to late 90s I thinkFound Irfan's old pramAnd our beloved 10-year-old DysonThen would come time to clean the house. Both inside and the surrounding landscape. The maid would have to work overtime .....