Cabinet Door

Got a short sms from Maam the other day.

"Kabinet dah pasang... Hudoh!".

This is the cabinet's door refurbishment under the sink. I have to re-do the doors as the original ones are torn and damaged. Arip used to climb on the doors to wash his hand. The tap is just way too high for him. At the same time, stepped on the ridge of the door, damaging it.

The new ones are with stainless steel skin. Industrial Grade.

My smallened heart whispered. Haiyoo Why hudoh !. I spent hours thinking 'bout the minimalist design approach (less is more maaa) for the refurbishment, and, the end result is simply, erk, you call hudoh aaaa!.

Mebbe, I dunno, this is Maam teasing way, after me telling her choice of colour on the custom-made bedspread is simply, he he, masam. Have I commited a sin on rule # 14, No-Nos on Basic Spouse Communication ? Mebbe.

Or is it Menyakat ?. That's it. Now I know. It is Menyakat..

This is one of the few wonders of having a spouse. (And folks, yes, I clearly said, A spouse.)

I sakat you. You sakat me. I jeling you. You jeling me. I jelir @ you. You jelir @ me. I geletek you. You geletek me. I pegang you...



Jo, you better stop now...


Have a nice weekend. Again, Me house no connection laaaaaaa.