LOST TO SIGHT, FOREVER IN MY HEART.....

Hmmmm.....I really do not know how to start this. Remember, not so long ago I promised to introduce all to the rest of the furry four legged members of my family...but never got around to it? Well, I'll continue now...This is the story of Hammie Rozz Reamiey.

Hammie Rozz is a hamster, she's a roborovski to be exact. I got her about a year ago from a pet shop in Taman Tun Dr Ismail. It was quite a mixed feeling sort of day because my friend Mimie, who drove me to the pet shop and drove Hammie and me back to the office, lost her NokiaN73. Her bag was slightly open and someone must have conveniently slipped his/her hand into Mimie's handbag and took off with her handphone. I remember the sadness, the tears, my never ending feeling of guilt mixed up with the happiness of having this new addition in my life, all 1 1/2 inch of grey fur.

Sad to say that Mimie never saw her handphone again, but she is now the owner of a more "canggih" version in the Nokia N-Series. As for me life settled into a pattern with Hammie. I remember the "Oh I give up!!!! What else have you brought home!" look from Baby when I introduced him to Hammie.

When Darling was added to the family, he was really taken by the little hamster. Once while taking hammie out of her cage, she managed to jump out of my hand. You can just remember the scream and the scramble trying to get to her before either one of those wet, wet noses (Baby's and Darling's). Hammie seemed to grow overnight and suddenly I had an obese roborovski who sleeps on her back exposing her white furry belly to all and sundry.

Hammie circa mid 2008...all fluffy and fat! It was hard to take her photo, with her squirming and Baby's yellow eyes on both of us, glinting away.

Hammie Rozz Reamiey....I do love you.

Then we moved to the new house in Puncak Alam and Honeyz joined the family. The house is still "kelam kabut" so Hammie's cage was put on the floor. I would sometimes see Honeyz and Darling playing with Hammie. Sometimes Honeyz would "kacau" Hammie and there would be this funny sight where one would be running around inside the cage and a crazy kitten running around the cage. When he is not busy bullying Honeyz, Darling would be sticking his nose into the cage...all three seem to enjoy each other's company. But I noticed that Hammie have been having long naps and sometimes it's hard to wake her up...

About two weeks ago, we came back to the house, after a downpour, and discovered that Hammie's cage was overtuned and Hammie missing....Her cage was put outside as the house is too warm, at least outside she can benefit from the breeze. My husband finally found her, all soaking wet and pathethically tring to get out of the drain. Thank God the water in the drain was not deep. I cleaned her, wrapped her in a clean towel and hugged her until she was dry and warm and I remembered those tiny black eyes just looking and looking at me. I did not know then.....

She was kept in the house for a few days. Then she was put outside again as the weather was too warm and the house akin to a furnace (we don't have air conditioning yet). Everything seemed alright.

Last Saturday, 18th April, 2009, my husband and I arrived home at 1.20 a.m. He was on night shift. As usual, we would allow those three, Baby, Darling and Honeyz to have a run around for an hour or so, no matter what time we arrive home as they have been in their cages all day. Then my hubby noticed that Hammie was not moving, we tapped the side of her cage, still no movement, opened the door...no movement...I touched her...warm but so, so still...very still. My beautiful Hammie slept...forever.

I held her for some time, because I knew I will never again see her little face peeking at me from inside her cage or feel her silky fur or hold her squiggling body. I was hard to let go but I had to...we buried her near the "Pinang" tree. There is a brick marking the exact spot. It's temporary. I'm going to look for a nice "batu sungai" to mark her resting place.

Hammie...we miss you...

Hammie is gone. I don't have the strength to clean her cage yet...let it be. My husband said we can get another hamster but I told him not yet. I know life goes on and some may think me "peculiar" for waxing lyrical about a member of the mouse family...but love is universal, it is not defined by clolour, creed, religion or species. It transcends all boundaries and I love this little creature created by Allah and I miss her...tears are still falling for you Hammie and even if it stops physically, it will continue in my heart...

I know you are in heaven, and I would like to believe that you are with Tarique Al-Awal (my beautiful morning star), keeping each other company...maybe if I am good enough for heaven... we will meet again.

Love always from Mama, Papa, Baby, Darling and Honeyz...

THE "INJURED" WAJA

One not so fine Saturday morning, as usual, my hubby and I went out for breakfast, and when we came back to the house I told him that I wanted to go looking for a kitchen cabinet, the kind that I can plonk my one burner stove unto.

So instead of getting out of the car and into the house, I turned the car around and we drove off to Sungai Buloh, because that is where all the furniture shops are situated. Then I felt the urgent need to use the "little girl's room" and we stopped at this Petronas Service Station which was about 100 to 150 metres away from the junction to Kampung Melayu Subang. After doing what I had to do, I turned into the traffic and took the right lane, as I had spotted a furniture shop which I wanted to stop at.

The traffic light had turned red and we had to stop. There was a "budak belajar bawa kereta" in a kancil in front of us. When the right turned gree, the kancil stalled. Mind you my indicator had already been flashing away for the whole period that we were waiting for the lights to turn green. When the learner driver finally managed to get a grip and move the kancil (I'm sure it was after much abuse from the driving instructer as we could see his mouth going "pot, pet, pot, pet") I looked into the side mirror, did not see anyone and turned right into the side lane that would take me to the furniture shop. As I was about to complete my turn I heard a sound that I will never ever forget and saw a motorcyclist and his pillion rider (who was carrying a large black object which we later learnt is a grille for a window) using their motocycle to "redecorate" the right side of my car.

The point of impact on the right side of the car.

Then a "Good Samaritan" came and indicated that we should park at the side of the road. When my hubby got out of the car the "Good Samaritan" (whose own silver waja was parked haphazardly and blocking traffic in his haste to masuk campur and jadi "SUPERMAN" or "SUPARMAN" whichever is applicable) came and asked my husband "Bagi signal tak tadi?" dengan gaya poyo macam polis pencen.

Fuiyooo Bro, lu memang cari jalan nak kena hentak dengan steering lock la Bro! First of all lu sape nak masuk campur, second jangan ingat gua perempuan tak tau mana indicators and what they are for!!!!!! So setelah kena sergah dengan I yang dah jadi mak gajah Africa yang naik minyak kat photographer National Geographic, si "Good Samaritan" tu pun blah.

Tenguk plak si motorcylist, dengan muka serious and a desperate attempt to hide his accent from "seberang", melesang-lesang ('kay, "melesang-lesang" is equivalent to "approaching another with anger and intention to hurt and/or intimidate") datang kat my hubby.

My husband : "Tak nampak ke signal?"

Umar (we got his name) the Indon : "Iya, tapi saya laju, jadi saya tak sempat brake".

Background scene is a Bangladeshi who is "trying" to faint.

My husband : "Kenapa kawan awak?"

Umar the Indon : "Dia berdarah, mau pengsan, abang kena hantar ke klinik."

Ibu Gajah Africa : "Apa?!!!!!"

My husband " "Suruh dia masuk kereta."

Ibu Gajah Africa : "Apa?!!!!!!!" (Ok, I was a bit short on witty remarks).

So we took the Bangladeshi into the car, he was bleeding and he helped himself to our tissues.

Ibu Gajah Africa : "Mana mau pergi?"

Bleeding Bangla : "Pirigi tempat Bos..."

My husband : "Mana luka?".

With all the dramatics of a Bollywood actor, the Bleeding Bangla held up his elbow. He was missing some skin near the elbow and some scratches on his hand, something like what I got on my legs (both ok!) when I decided to do the "parit mambo" (kindly check earlier posts for details) but was moaning and "ishkkkkkk.....ishkkkkk....ishkkkkk"...ing away like he's missing a whole arm!

So off we went into the maze that is Kampung Melayu Subang looking for his "tempat Boss". Umar the Indon conveniently disappeared taking with him the window grille which he must have stashed somewhere because when he showed up at the "tempat Boss" it was no longer with him.

To cut a long story short, the boss showed up and surprise, surprise he is a government servant, wearing his uniform. The Bossman it seems, is a member of the "Jabatan Bomba dan Penyelamat" who is moonlighting as a "tukang besi bersedia untuk membuat awning dan grille rumah". Of course he refused to pay, and of course Umar the Indon became bolder with the presence of his Bossman, making remarks like "Iya sudah bagi signal, tapi saya laju, mana boleh berhenti", "Saya laju jadi saya mesti jalan dulu", "Mungkin pemandu tak nampak sebab saya laju dari belakang".

The driver's side which Umar the Indon and the Bleeding Bangla "redecorated" with their motorcycle.

Thank god my husband is such a "MAN OF PEACE" (eiiiiii geramnya!!!), if not the Bossman, Umar the Indon and the Bleeding Bangla (who when we arrived at his "tempat Boss" suddenly perked up and was no longer "ishkkkkk..." ing away or trying desperately to faint) would have been tied to the pokok kelapa (which was in the background) and covered in red ants!

So Ibu Gajah Africa and her "Nobel Peace Price Winner" husband (Eeeiiiii! Geramnya! Geramnya! Geramnya!) left the scene but only after getting Umar's passport number. The funny thing is....when we asked for Umar's passport, the Bossman offered to give his details instead...hmmmmmm.....I smell a rotten fish. So off we went to see Malaysia' finest, THE PULES (I mean the Police, "Pules" is how Sharifah Salmah pronounces the word) but that is a story on its own.

The rest of the damage....my poor darling waja...I love u....muah! Muah! Muah!

So till next time...look out for racing indons, over acting bangladeshis and moonlighting "bomba" men! Taraaaa!!!!!

THE DRAIN AND THE DOCTOR

Hello all, it has been some time since I posted anything new. A lot has taken place since my last post. I was unwell on 30th April, 2009....bad migraine but decided to walk to the clinic which is less than "one pot rice cooking" (ok, ok, I am trying to translate "setanak nasi") from my house. I think " a stone's throw" would be better.

Anyways, there I was, all unstable and dizzy, trying to cross those uneven drains just in front of the shophouses, using the "stoooooopid" tangga kayu when all my gracefulness decided to leave me and I was sent sprawling onto the asphalt, and the "tangga" went into the drain. Aiyoooo....this kakak came out of her car and wanted to lift me with the help of my skinny husband. I wanted to faint but decided not to as then they would really have to angkat me. Tak mau! Tak mau! Then this mamat tak berapa macho with his "DKNY" or "D&G" Petaling Street mari sunglasses wanted to lend a hand. I refused, I really, really wanted to salvage whatever was left of my pride. Nevertheless, I have to say a big thank you to both of them for their concern and offer of assistance. Much obliged!

This is not me but this cat gives a good impression of how I looked like lying on the asphalt after my ungraceful attempt to cross the drain.

So I pun terhencut-hencut ('kay dear, all who do not know what "terhencut-hencut" is, it means "berjalan terhenjut-henjut kerana mengalami kecederaan kepada kaki", 'kay) to the clinic near my house which shall remain nameless as I want to mengumpat the doctor. I waited and waited and waited and waited (that was how long it was) and when I was finally called in, I came face to face with this "chesire cat" of a doctor, big round smiling face, all sweaty and brown. When I told him of my predicament, he said "ini yang orang kata sudah jatuh di timpa tangga". I was in pain but that did not stop me from having murderous thoughts about him at that moment!!!

This is not the doctor, but this is how he would look like if he was a cat!

This is not me but this is how I looked at the doctor after he made his "jatuh ditimpa tangga" comment!

....and this was the expression on my husband's face throughout the ordeal.

Love to all and world peace...till next time, Allah bless all of us!