We were invited to lunch at Dad’s and Auntie V’s today. Pre-Ramadhan 1444H gathering, katanya. The steaks were Angus rib-eyes and we had a wagyu tomahawk as well. Steaks were not grilled as well as we are used to by the Maestro Griller aka Wes Alasdair Coen, so some of us ended up going back to the grill to cook the meat some more.
All in all, sedaplah. Auntie V served garlic bread, salad (I wish she would not drown her salads in that Japanese roasted sesame dressing she favours so much!) and chicken and mushroom soup as well. I would have like the soup not to be as “textured” as it was (perhaps that’s the way they like theirs 🤷🏻♀️ *shrug*) but it was still sedap, Alhamdulillah.
Wes and Joe left early because Joe was restless yet sleepy. Wes always looks for excuses to leave family gatherings at Dad’s early anyhoos… I have never complained nor make a big fuss about it and I am not about to start now. Biarlah, whatever he is comfortable with. At least Wes comes and attends fambam gatherings, unlike my cousin Ally’s husband, Adolph.. that bangang Americaine. Bleddy rude, never bothers to even pretend to be part of this family.
I also told Dad about AH Coen and about the lies and fitan he is spreading about me and Wes. I told Dad to never give that cvnt the time of day anymore. AH has been known to toady up to my Dad… now I am seeing the reason why. Cvnt. He had mentioned to Wes that he was going to call my Dad to inform him of how Wes has been “living off me”. My Dad was Malaysia’s ‘M’ for bleddy yonks kot… takkan dia tak tau? Funtartz bodo punya AH. Tak perlu jadi ‘M’ pun to know wot’s wot. Where else would Wes get money to live on? Jatuh daripada langit ke, AH cheebuy?
Sat at a CBTL in Set*a Ecoh*ll Mall after dropping Alex off at his campus for a General Studies course… on a Saturday. *groans* He will finish in about 2 hours from now and acik kosserlah nak balik all the way to KL just to have to technically “turn on my heel” and drive back to Semenyih… in the last kopek school holiday traffic jengkreng. Much nopeness!
Notts Uni Masjid
I’m not even hungry coz I had breakfast with Wes very early this morning before he left for his Monthly Medal match at KLGCC. Since I need an excuse to use their WiFi 😬, I ordered a Vanilla Ice Blended (kahve ile, of course) and a so-called “Homemade Chicken Pie” (which just passes muster in taste, IMO). I don’t know whether this Setia EcoHill is still part of Semenyih or it’s considered Rinching.
OMG… wot an adventurous weekend! Lumree has ventured into Rinching 😆 I like the vibe here though… a laidback sleepy hollow with all the amenities of civilisation like C*ffee Be*n, Teal*ve, B*ost and B*rger K*ng 😁
I wrote to Sharon, my sister-in-law, yesterday. It was at Wes’ urging that I did so, to clarify that all the things she heard from AH are not true. Kaymark punya Daghai Kelabu. Aku doakan setiap apa yang kau doakan, niatkan dan mahukan untuk aku dan Wes moga dikurnia Allah SWT kembali kepada engkau, bini engkau dan anak² engkau berlipat-lipat-lipat-lipat-lipat ganda. Kabulkanlah doa aku yang teraniaya ni Ya Mujeeb, Ya Wahhab, Ya Ghafur! 🤲🏻
However, she hasn’t seemed to have bothered to check her phone because my messages are still on delivered ~ double grey ticks. Sharon is a lovely person but being a ♌️ just like me, she can be prone to irritability when rubbed the wrong way. With her husband wanting to take a second wife now, I think that particular state of emotion is perpetual for her these days. I don’t blame her… so I shall be patient.
This will be my du’aa in my tahajjud, Ramadhan and on the Night of Power if Allah SWT allows me to see it this year…
Ya Allah, Ya Mujib, Ya Rabb,
Aku memohon kepada Engkau Ya Allah, barang apa yang didoakan dan dimahukan oleh (insert nama sebenar AH Coen) anak kepada (insert nama parents AH Coen) untuk aku (insert nama aku) dan suamiku (insert nama sebenar Wes Alasdair Coen), Engkau balaskan dan kurniakan yang sama berlipat ganda kepada AH Coen dan isterinya.
Jika apa yang didoakan dan dimahukan mereka berdua suami isteri adalah yang baik² buat aku dan suamiku maka kurniakanlah kebaikan yang berlipat² ganda buat mereka berdua. Jika apa yang mereka mahukan dan doakan buat kami suami isteri adalah yang sebaliknya, kurniakanlah yang sama berlipat² ganda kepada mereka. AAMEEN!
Lumree Yang Difitnah dan Teraniaya
Sebab kita tak boleh doa yang buruk² untuk orang kaaaaan… so trimalaaaah doa tulus dariku buat ghaso² … 😏
We had home-cooked Korean Bulgogi complete with banchan this evening:
The meat was Blackmore Wagyu MB5. Not the fattiest cut, but I like it because there is more flavour and “bite” to it.
For the banchan I made stir-fried fishcake (Eomuk Bokkeum), beansprouts (sukjunamul-muchim) and spinach (sigeumchi-namul). Added on kimchi and radish that I bought as well. Tried making the Seafood and Green Onion Pajeon too but failed miserably. Was just too stodgy and wouldn’t crisp up. 😬 We shall try again next time, انشاءالله
Bolehhhhlah buat ghaso², rather than having to spend RM1,500 at a restaurant for the 1.5kg of beef I served, the meat alone just cost me RM150 (Wagyu at that!) At Q*ngH*Gu, it’s RM 312 for 600g… bayangkanlah yang dinging
I am supposed to write to my sisters-in-law to clarify several things that this asshole AH Coen has spread fitnah and lies about me and Wes.
Truly AH has a face of a greying and aging flappy labia and he has the mouth to suit a frustrated spinster tak dapat usvi tanasul 🍆tujuh abad. He’s a man but my Godddddd the amount of backbiting that cvnt does is just mind-blowing. I wake up for tahajjud every day now, NOT to make bad du’aas for him… but I ask Allah to grant Andreas Horatio Coen (AH) son of Langley and Zöe Coen, what he TRULY deserves for all the fitan that he has spread about me and Wes, in his bid to break us apart.
I have had zulm done on me and du’aa of someone yang teraniaya has no hijab with Allah SWT… so I ask Allah SWT to grant AH WHAT HE TRULY DESERVES in this dunya and especially the Akhira for all the lies, backbiting and slander he has spread about me and Wes to all in the family. AH cannot stand the fact that Wes is married to me because he thinks Wes enjoys a good life because of me and my trust fund. Whilst yes, I “carry” this family but Wes is not a complete freeloader. He is not lazy, he is hard-working.. he has tried many ventures that have unfortunately failed. I guess one of his shortcomings is his lack of staying power. He tends to give up rather easily. However, it is not in AH’s place to cast aspersions on Wes and spread lies about things I am supposed to have said.
That kaymark is making me look very bad in the eyes of Wes‘ sisters. No wonder Sharon, my favourite SIL, seemed rather cold to me via vid call before I went to Nick’s wedding. From all the bullshit they heard from AH (I only found out now), they must have been very surprised to see me go all the way to attend the wedding because apparently everyone was thinking Wes‘ and my marriage was on the brink of collapse… yet again.
From what I read in AH‘s vitriolic e-mails to Wes, I can see that my jethani-jee, Sheila (whom I have had nothing but respect and love for) has been quite the SNAKE 🐍. I can see some of the things AH said, was based on things I did discuss with Sheila (my HUGE mistake) but was twisted and added on with lies upon untruths just to make me look very bad and to demean and humiliate Wes even further. AH says he has proof of me saying all those things about Wes and he will be going back during Eid and showing every body the “piece of paper” on which I was supposed to have said all these things.
Paper apa pantat? Segala benda kalau aku ada pun TERsebut kat bini engkau, semua via call, bukan text. So apakejubonya kau kata kau ada “proof” bagai. Bak marilah tunjuk kat aku babi! 🐽 😡
I called Sheila the Snake and spoke to her with the speaker on in front of Wes the other day. She of course denied everything, tapi memang ya pun… mana ada proof messages aku kepada dia on Whatsapp ke email ke, because most of our interactions have been via call. HOWEVER, aku sedar dia memang ADA cerita kat laki dia pasal apa yang aku sebut… jadi kesimpulannya… betina ni MERBAHAYA Kelas 1+.
That will be the absolute last time I will speak to her. Rather unfortunate… because I had such respect for her, even love. Allahyarhamha my mother was very fond of her too. Then again, there were red flags 🚩🚩🚩. I trusted her because I thought she was a person of religion, studied the Qur’an under Dr. F*rh*t H*shmi with tadabbur and all. BUT, she also suddenly took off her hijab after she started wearing it post-Hajj. She also wore very revealing clothes to her brother’s wedding recently which rather shocked me… seeing that this is a woman who studies the Qur’an and therefore should know what the covering of aurat entails. That snake-like duality alone should have told me this bint does things only for show.
Yang laki dayuth dia tu pun, boleh pula benarkan dia pakai baju macam tu… go out in the open in front of even non-mahram men, showing off her chest and arms and uncovered hair. Tapi AH tu memang macam daghai tua pun. Babi segala babi 🐷🐽🐖🐗 and I feel I am insulting babi-s when I lump him together with them. Takat dayuth tak cium bau syurga tu apalah sangat, dak?
I always think of things I want to write in this blog of mine whilst I am not actually on this “Add New Post” screen ~ in the shower, whilst driving, while I am playing with my cat… 😅 I always think to myself, “Ah.. I want to natter on about that!” and then when I am actually on the laptop I bleddy forget what it is that I wanted to say! 🤪😂
I don’t know if it’s C o v i d brain (I did get it twice 😩 despite paranoid measures! Subhanallah…) but there seems to be large swathes of emptiness in my short term memory. Rather alarming… but there you are.
Didn’t do anything much today, Wes went for his golf practice as usual in the morning and I started watching Season 2 of “The G l o r y” on N*tflix. I watched the first season back in January and found the premise interesting enough to warrant finishing the entire saga. I was rather disappointed that the heroine/main character did not get to explore her amazing (on-screen) chemistry with the #DILF that is J u n g S u n g I l (H a D o – Y e o n g in the series). IMHO, there was no chemistry at all between the heroine and her love interest in the series. Their kissing scene was like the slap of a wet dishrag in the face! Having said all this… how the loose ends of every plot/subplot were tied up very neatly in the end was very satisfying to this viewer. I was half afraid that the writers were going to go the “realist way” and not give the villain her just desserts but Alhamdulillah she received wot she deserved in the most satisfying manner 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Went for a foot, shoulder and neck massage at F*otsie Spa nearby in the evening. My usual masseuse, Rozie was off so I took Mai who is Wes’ usual masseuse. OK lah, I still prefer Rozie, perhaps I am so used to her technique already. Wes tried a new masseuse (from Thailand) but said she was rather rubbish. When asked to press harder, she started pinching him. Apaaaadah. Sky, the other Thai masseuse there, who once gave me a body massage was pretty good. Will get Wes to try her massage next time.
Paid for Wes‘ ticket back to where he works today. Better that we buy early in case the price goes up further, with things going the way they are, it is a highly likely probability… not just a possibility.
Didn’t do anything much at all whilst he was golfing. I slept and then looked for recipes online. Transcribe the V*alrhona M*anjari 64% choc chip cookie recipe for me to make later… entah exactly bila lah ya.
Wes came back rather late. Apparently his flight mate drove his golf buggy into the soup. Aiyooo… *facepalm*. Cue 1 hour and a bit of fishing themselves out of the pond, waiting for assistance, drying themselves out and restarting the game. 😂 Good thing he didn’t share a buggy with the mabuk driver. (Wes did say that the gentleman in question did appear sozzled when he arrived 40 minutes late for their game!) LOLOL
Had an early dinner with Dad and the entire fam bam (including Wes now that he is home) at N*ji K L G C C this evening. Even Joe came and ate a lot! I never knew he would enjoy Japanese food so much 😅
Joe seemed sleepy after dinner so even though we were all booked to go bowling at 830pm, I decided to send him home. After all, as Wes always says, we “live behind Hole No. 5” 🤷🏻♀️
Changed into something more comfortable and returned to K L G C C for bowling. I was absolute RUBBISH after years of not even touching a bowling ball but we had loads of fun. Zane aka “Abang Bird” was still very good, strike after strike, spare after spare. I managed one strike and one spare… surprises of all surprises! 🤪
Maya was absolute rubbish (even more rubbish than I was!) – the Longkang Queen, prolly would have been better if we had put up the gutter guard up 😆
Dad joined us at the bowling alley too. I wonder if he enjoyed himself watching us enjoy ourselves. Auntie V and Gia didn’t play, they sat with Dad and just laughed along with us making fools of ourselves.
It was FUN though. My old “tonggeng and tolak” method still kinda.. works 😂
Today Wes showed me the messages that AH emailed him, spitting vitriol and anger. I also found this kaymark AH has been telling my sisters-in-law that Wes and I are on the verge of divorce, that I had kicked him out of the house that is why he is now working overseas.
Apakepundek? (Ini acik dah marah ni nyaaaah…)
He also told his sisters (my SILs) that I have been complaining to his wife Sheila that Wes beats me and the children, that he lives off of me (whilst true, what is it to him… aku ambik duit kau ke nak kipas anggun adik kau?) and that I frequently throw my husband out of the house (fitnah mengalahkan frustrated biatch tak dapat batang 5 abad!) and he comes licking my feet each time when I give him money (very untrue, Wes… whatever he may be, is a very proud and dignified man).
He also told his sisters that I left my house for a MONTH to go back to my father’s house? WTF… ko hengat aku hingiiiiin nak pergi duduk rumah apak aku? Puhleez nok… baik acik hole-up at the Mandarin Oriental, senang turun pepagi pusing park. This bloody kaymark bastard bitch AH just creates stories out of thin air in his bid to destroy Wes’ and my marriage. Wes and I can manage that on our own well enough, ta very mooch… tak payahlah kau nak jadi nasi tambah.
Part of his fantastical tale is that Wes is looking to remarry someone else that is why he had his part of the ancestral haveli done up nicely, recently. Apakefuntartz lah jantan tua rumah kata pergi, kubur kata lai lai ni merepek. Besides the many things he said he is the one who built that house… padahal Wes was the one who sent money for its construction. I sent money for its construction too… Wot a fookaymark this ARSEHOLE is. Ada hati kata nak bakar our part of the house and throw us out. Macam pondan takde telor AH ni!
My in-laws must have been very surprised (and confused!) when I turned up for Nick’s wedding last December because according to AH’s stories, Wes and I were separated and about to divorce. Aku tak tahu menahu pun about all this bullshit that was going on behind the scenes, blithely just attending the wedding. I guess it didn’t help that Wes was being an ARSE at the rukhsati and I started crying, that must have cemented their belief that something was terribly wrong with Wes’ and my relationship.
Aku ni vengeful biatch nyah. I told Wes, even IF we hate each other (which we don’t… although ada juga masa²nya aku rasa nak hempuk dia dengan cangkul and bury him in the yard 😅), let’s make a promise to make fookeymark AH ni squirm in frustration seeing our happiness together. Pergi MAMPOSLAH kau botak tua muka dan hati hitam macam bontot kuali. #MaHaiChowChibai
