Secret Date

A month ago, to the day, Shaw Feng and I went out on a date. No kidding! Just him and me. Leaving Kayrin at home with her "mah mah", we both pretended to be heading to work. What a way to steal some time together. We had breakfast at our hangout of years, chue yoke fun (pork noodles) at Kuchai Lama, then decided we're going for our first movie together in four years! We picked Hannibal Rising at Mid-Valley. The movie was a disappointment but at 11 a.m. on April 13, a Friday, we had only 2 other couples in the cinema. One couple was an aunty and uncle who looked like they are in their 50s or more.
The weirdest part was when we wanted to look around and window shop, we both went our separate ways for a while. Habits of the past four years, of having to shop on our own as the other minds Kayrin. How very odd!
All in, it was a wonderful day. And when I was feeling guilty, Shaw Feng was sweet enough to remind me I dedicate my weekends to Kayrin.

An Aunty, for Real

I'm an aunty, no doubting that fact anymore. I figure I've arrived at auntyhood when today, at Tesco, I went in search of the handgloves that aunties wear when driving. This being a tropical-weathered country, we could do little to avoid the sun bearing down hard on us from 9 a.m. to 6.45 p.m. daily. I know very well about the sun beating down on my skin because I'd be driving home before 7 p.m. As I gleefully tell anyone who cares to listen (that goes from Shaw Feng nine times out of 10, to the Mercedes-Benz service advisor), I start work at 7 a.m., way before most people have climbed out of bed.
I digress. Anyway, back to hand gloves. I've thought them a good idea but never saw the need for them, even when Woan told me about them many years back. But lately, I've noticed my watch leaving a strip of my left wrist fairer than the other part. That's a bit worrying, considering I'm in the office 7 t0 5 these days. Coming to the conclusion that it's the sun while I'm driving, coupled with seeing my doctor walk into the clinic one day with these hand gloves, I became convinced I needed my pair. They are almost like long socks but with cut-off toes. With garters on both ends, they stand in place. Mine has frilly white ends. Let's see how long I keep up with slipping them on. The real aunty will persist, I'd think. All for the sake of not having pigmentation.

Call Me...Later

At work today and I rang SF and Kayrin, who'd gone out for the cheeky one's favourite breakfast, roti canai. Kayrin managed to describe which Petronas gasoline station they've just driven into! So amazing, as she told me that "it's the new one, the big one, far away from the house, near golf (club), where we go swimming."
About three-quarters of an hour after the conversation, I rang home to chat with SF and her again. This time, she asked, "Why do you call me again?", and told mommy she's on her Dell Inspiron computer, which daddy bought and had arrived yesterday.
"You can call me later," Kayrin stated firmly before promptly putting the phone back in its cradle!

Bagging It

Shaw Feng bought me my most expensive handbag -- a beautifully embroidered Ipa-nima creation. The best part was actually how he drove us all to Lot 10 to look for the bag, and then sneaked away to buy it after I refused to make the purchase.

This strikingly bright soft hobo first caught my eye many months back, when I was walking around in Isetan KLCC. But no thanks to my wanting to think it through, I missed the promotion as the bags were there for just a few weeks before heading back to the boutique in Lot 10. Shaw Feng was sent on a hunt for the bag when he went to Hanoi on April 16.

What a lovely Mother's Day present this is! Thanks Sweetie.