To the person whom I had lor-mai-kai with this morning, this is for you. Your special request for me to write about insomnia. Next time only I write serious one, ok? Based on my research wan...but this time round, I am not in such a serious mood now, so.....hee hee hee....
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POEM
Slumber
Slumber, oh slumber,
Why I no slumber,
Lie here since supper
Sleep is becoming further
Count kambing,
Count kucing,
I stop at one thousand, four hundred and thirty two
Still canāt sleepā¦.nia mah, TIU!
Open my eyes cannot
Close my eyes cannot
Roll left cannot
Roll right cannot
What the fuck you want?
Slumber, oh slumber,
The neighborās f*****g is becoming louder
I want ask them to eat my slipper
Maybe I shouldnāt be so sober
Turn on my back,
Maybe to my side,
All also bloody no work,
Feel like alien in a trap
Go pang-sai, but got no crap
Slumber, OI, C.B. slumber,
Why you no come, har??
Here, hereā¦.I should treat you proper
I give money, come, comeā¦come lah.
I was kind of a little sad when I read the news about this - there will be no live-in Indonesian maids in Malaysia anymore . There are pros and cons to having a live-in maid, as with everything else, but for us, we enjoyed more pros than cons. Back then, when my kids were little, we brought in a family of maids to help with...well, just about everything, and we were like two families merged into one. They ate what we ate, we sleep, they sleep, we shop, they shop, they joke, we laugh, we joke, they laugh...for me, the maid I hired was more like a sister and side-kick to me. For that few years, I was dependent on her to mind-read my schedule and when I need or don't need help. She picked things up quickly and we ended up having lots of moments whereby we were in sync. Today, two of them are on my Facebook and we were gleefully chatting over Facebook Messenger since they've just discovered the wonders of the Internet and Social Media. Since we were more like partners in crim...
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