Transported to the Sixties!

It started on Friday night with Dad's belated birthday celebration. He wanted seafood, so we took him out to the Chinese restaurant at KLCC. We had steamed cod, steamed patin with ginger, prawns with dried chilli, some sesame chicken with lemon sauce etc..etc.. Of course, we were stuffed by the time we finished. And of course, I did not take any pics cos that's how bad a blogger I am!!

Then we went to this place not far from KLCC. Hang Tuah and I discovered this spot last week when having teh tarik with sis in law whose office is in the same building. We were transported to a different era, the time of the 60s where people dance to the twist, samba, chacha dan sebagainya. Dan di tempat ini juga lah you will find people of the age of 60 and above reliving years of their youth..dancing to the music of the 60s (adalah jugak dangdut (oh tidakkkkkk), poco-poco (oh tidaakkkkk lagi) dan sebagainya). Since Dad used to do quite a bit of ballroom dancing during his Brinsford Lodge days I thought he would like to see this. It was fun. You'd see these uncles and aunties dancing with each other macam zaman dulu-dulu. And these are aunties who are now wearing tudung and i am assuming they are mak hajis and neneks already! It was innocent fun and the dancing was waaaaaaay decent from the clubbing scenes of the 90s (hello Modestos and Boom Boom Room!). They all danced in place and it was very organised and not chaotic. Siap jalan tunduk-tunduk lagi, bila nak jalan to the dance floor, singgah-singgah meja orang lain to salam dulu and all. I can imagine how they were in those olden days wearing their tight kebayas or dresses masa joget lambak, walking demurely..smiling shyly and all. SO polite like that.

It took me a while to tune my ears to the music..We're talking Ahmad Jais etc okk...P Ramlee tu ok lagi lah, and there was a bit of Elvis in the end which I would've danced to if Mr Hang Tuah weren't there!! Haha. If mom was willing to dance (she says she's a "damn" good dancer - and dad agreed), I am sure abah would've gone dancing the night away. But mama was like "Not anymore!!" and was happy to just sit and laugh at the pakciks huffing and puffing (Go uncle go!!)on the dance floor. It was good fun; but two weeks in a row of the 60s is a bit much for me. I'll be staying away for a while!

By the way Mak Teh - Mama said, if you ada..mesti dah control the dance floor! By the way, it's not a disco ok..it's a coffee house with some free space and a band. Kena clarify sebab Nasar was all high browed ala ala officer JAIS or JAWI, like "IS THIS A DISCO???" issh..isshh budak A*ni ni sorang. Takkan la your mom will bring YOU and your GRANDPARENTS to a disco okk???

The rest of the weekend was pretty mellow. Dentist visits, swimming, mall ratting etc.etc.. We're still trying to figure out what to do these school hols. In the meantime the kids have been shipped back to the grandparents for a couple of days; which leaves just Dang Anum and Hang Tuah in the house! Apalah agaknya Dang Anum nak berbual dengan Hang Tuah tiap-tiap malam ya? I'll prepare a list of topics of things to talk to him about(are we that bad???)..Oh dear, it will also mean that Dang Anum will need to iron Hang Tuah's shirts! Alamak..(yes, I am that bad) and actually, sejak bila I jadi Dang Anum ni?????!

The *itch Who Turned 34

I intended to write something more intelligent, something worth reading like the saga of Perak, my take on the Obamas etc.. but then I figured, sod it. I’ll go with bimbo old me. Haha, bimbo-brained, not bimbo looking obviously since there’s still those pounds to shed, a haircut long overdue and no make-up on my face, stretch pants and now I am wondering why I even bother explaining, since it is obvious isn't it!

Where do I start? April was a crappy month. The planets were aligned weird which brought out the *itch in me (you can use either “w” or “b” in place of the *) and that just put me in a permanent scowl most of the month.

I turned 34 you see. Don’t you just think 34 smells just foul? I was ok with 33. I was ok when I was 30. 34 just tells you that, err 35 is next year? And that ain’t good. Made me grumpy the whole month. Top that up with the fact that N was away most April and when he got back, just 3 days shy of my birthday he went away again and only came back on my birthday, tired. Fell asleep, forgot about it altogether. Until today. Moan, moan. Bloody hell – I turned thirty blardy four!! And he slept???

That just put me off for the rest of the month and that was the end of April.

And yeah, that’s just how much of an airhead I am.

May, started out better. With age you tend to forget fast, I guess. I was fine for the first few weeks, enjoying life, the kids, Lipsick Jungle and all in life that’s dandy.

And then school exams came along.

It was a wake up call. I had to descend from the clouds, from the Land of Where My Son is A Genius and Does Not Need Help, to the Land of HELLPPPP, Seriously, We Need Help! Aiseh…Nasar was so laid back, he had a schedule all drawn up which basically said - study everything the night before the exams. Whaaaat??? And then, masa tuuu lah, I nak check buku dia from front to end and then switch to guilty mom mode sebab then I realised that Nasar actually needs lots and lots of coaching and needs me to sit down next to him to make sure he does his revision sebab his attention span adalah sebesar nyamuk. Kesian dia. Of course, when I was tired, I switched from guilty mom aka nice mom to *itch mode which then sent me back to guilty mom mode and then back to *itch mode. Kesian Nasar kan? Sighhh, you can never win. I have since bought a book on “What Real Moms Should Know” and have promised myself that I will actually read it someday instead of just using it as a coaster.

N was not of any help by the way. While I was nagging at Nasar up to the wee hours of the morning, he just stared at his computer. I swear he must have been asking himself all the time “What is this THING I married??” Aiseh…You can never win lah kan? And no, I will not get a book on How to Be a Better Wife. Sod it for now.

Exams are over. I have smooched Nasar silly in various attempts of redemption and hoping that I have not scarred him for life. My son is too sweet – he says he loves me no matter what. Sedih pulak dengar and here I go feeling guilty all over again..

May is now coming to an end. I am now normal. I think. The blardy thirty four year old*itch will stay in the closet for a while, while I happily turn on to bimbo mode and pretend I am actually eighteen. Bliss.

Here’s to June! Woooot!