only hope

i feel like a homemaker. yes i do. i feel like a homemaker, o wat do i do?

haha

weirdness dis rai.

mum went off to Aceh yesterday earli earli in the morn...sadly, i din get to say goodbye. so i made it up by sending Pi off at eleven. together with some 13 other teens eager to embark on their adventure in wat they call the 'ghostown' Banda Aceh...there were no known adults in the same flight, yes only those teens. to be exact some 10 girls and 3 boys. lead by a 24 yr old who reali looks like 18! i was worried but more envious...hey! she gotta ride on the plane w/o parents! unfairness. i DID NOT get to do that!

anw, my sis is sucha a simple girl...she only brought a backpack and a hand-carry bag full of stuffs to give to the kids there. she juz stuffed everything. it was realli 'back to basics' for her. i dono how i'm to survive dat...with no starch, iron all...*imagines* NO WAY! i can picture myself packing wad i'd wear every single day in one ziplock bag each. i can picture myself starching thru my tudungs until they become pyramid arcs! i can picture myself bringing a pair of track shoes, a pair of slippers and a casual pair....crazy this rai

but they were briefed on the conditions of that place. barren. and very dusty. i still remember my sis telling me,

"jorang kata pergi toilet dah berak jirus jer...tengok atas nampak bintang..."

umm...cannot imagine. cannot. i'm a clean-toilet person. and not having proper place to do ur business for one whole week is juz beyond imagination. not that i haven been thru dat kind of environment. i had a few times been to those unreachable parts of indon islands...toilet equals to jungle. business done in the bushes. yes, believe it or not. e last rebutia trip was for me quite an ordeal but if u ask me, i constipated for the 4 days der la. hahahahahah.

anyway, i juz hope my sis wont see wandering souls...cuz she CAN see things and she's NOT the strong type cuz she falls sick when she sees them. my prayers are for her n mum's safety.btw, insya-allah, i'l be gg for the june trip. if anyone still interested, juz tel me.

on the other hand, i've been so busy trying to cope with all the housewerk and skul. yes. i look at the laundry, the dishes, the cookings to be done, the upkeeping of the house...i got breathless. i wondered how my mum manage evrything. she truly is my wonderwoman. and becuz of dat i love her and forgot all her naggings and scoldings. the workload she handles is juz overwhelming. for that i salute her. and dat brings me to wat happened last friday wen i was supposed to send fathin to skul. i was sucha perfectionist! fathin hadnt finished her writing homewerk and so i did it with her. with pencil and RULER to draw the letter 'L' perfectly. kept erasing a few times. irritated that she cant draw it straight. but i din scold her. juz kept erasing. i packed her bag, sharpened and arranged her pencils neatly. changed her dirty purse to Pi's old but still new-looking one. i felt like i was 'Bree" from desperate housewives.

i don like to be a perfectionist. makes me do things too long and wen i don like it i RE-DO them! i don like it. ho hum

there goes my imperfect rattlings of the day ppl...imperfect? because i din check the tenses i was using...the incomplete stories and prolly all my werds so jumbled up some may not understand.or things i thought over in my head but din write them the way i thought them thru...get wad i mean?

oh dis is killing me.


paranoia.


haf a great toosday all

oh!

tuesday again! =)