Lost and Found!

This is far from being a random ramblings about nothing from an un-thinking blog addict. This is an entry from an award winner for the coveted Thinking Blogger award, not once but twice. Cewahhhh terrer tu...hehehehehe. Queen and Ween, I really am grateful ....for the awards, thank you! Of so many, only two of you really think that I actually think and use my brain in writing my entries. Aha...and my problem is related to this part lah...to identify five other winners. This is so difficult.....Huhuhu, how lah ! I find so many blogs are over qualified. I think everyone also like clever like that....writing with deeper meanings than my 'fart' story or my miscommunication with Lil which ended with 'quick lunch'. So, I take the cowardly approach, by not doing any nominations. Not just as yet anyway. My apologies to both Ween and Queen.

This entry is part of an experiment - to find out whether I am really a thinking blogger or I am one of those who produce craps random ramblings from an idling brain which looks for escapade.

Lost and Found 1

Once upon a moon, a lady brought her husband to see an ENT specialist. The lady wanted the specialist to stop her husband from having very frequent as well as very loud and smelly farting. However the husband insisted that even though he farts very frequently, it was neither loud nor smelly. He told the ENT specialist that when he farted, it was just a whisper and there was no smell at all.'"Hmmm" said the ENT specialist who than prescribed him several capsules of medication that are to be taken thrice a day for a week. The following week he stormed into the ENT specialist room, jumping and screaming furiously at the ENT specialist saying "What have done to my tummy ?, now that each time I farted, phoof It smell terrible"
"Well, I have cured your sinus" said the ENT. "Next, I want to work on your hearing problem" He added.

Hehehehe.....lost and found sense of smell is not always good!

Lost and Found 2.

Many years ago, at a time when Amirul was yet to understand adult conversation but was perceptive enough to know that all was not well between mom and dad – he quietly went to his bedroom and hid. Haziq was even younger and cried because he thought the shouting was directed at him. Along, Zeti and Fariz were old enough to understand – and they huddled up in Zeti’s bedroom.
LiL and I had a shouting match. She wasn’t happy and she packed an over night bag threatening to leave. Of course I knew I was wrong, and I duly apologized. But Lil wasn’t satisfied neither convinced.

She stomped to the door. Azan could be heard from the nearby mosques announcing Isya prayer time. I went to the door – stood there and asked her to stay home, at least until after the prayer time is over.

She somehow agreed. The Azan had some effect on her and she stopped from baulking. I asked her to take Wuduk so that we could pray together. She dropped her bag, and walked to the bathroom. I waited on the sejadah in our master bed room. Along, Zeti and Fariz were also there – ready in their prayer attire. Everyone was in silent and the mood as so sombre.
LiL came, and joined Zeti in the Saf behind.

That was one prayer I will not forget. Tears streaming down my cheeks as I was reciting the Surahs. I recited part of the doa in Malay, asking God to keep our family together – and protect us from anger and to help us find what we have lost - happiness as a family. I could hear sobs from behind me.
Then when I turned back, LiL and the three children were in a huddle, sobbing. I joined them in the embrace. I then said “I am so sorry” almost at the same time as LiL did.

“Abang tolong sangkut balek my baju…boleh” Said LiL, unexpectedly.
I kissed her forehead, and said, “Yes – I love you”.

We found what we nearly lost - because we both did not want to lose it. It was a long time ago, and Luqman was perhaps a result of passion of love rekindled.

Lost and Found 3

When we wanted to check in at a hotel in Mekah over the weekend, we had a panic situation. We could not find the Local ID ( called Iqamah ), which certifies that we are resident of Saudi Arabia. Without the Iqamah, we can be detained by Police as suspects of illegal overstayers. However, with some charm and persuasion, the hotel General Manager registered us.

We forgot about the Iqamah until we came back yesterday. Then frantic search for it started. LiL was quite certain that I had taken it from her safe keeping, but accepted that she could have misplaced it too. While me, could not ever remember having taken it and was certain that it was with LiL but accepted that I could have absent mindedly taken it. There was a little hope that the Iqamah could have been left in my office drawer, so we hinged our hope on that little chance and slept peacefully like all husband and wife should. The angels smiled!

This morning, I searched my drawers, my secretary’s drawers and did not find the Iqamah. Panic! So I called the Government Relations officer to my office and reported a missing Iqamah . He said in order to get a replacement we need to place an announcement in the newspaper and to lodge a police report. There is a fine of SAR1000 to be paid as well.
I called LiL to update. She promised to keep searching.

At 5pm I got a call from LiL.
“Found the Iqamah – nicely cleaned and dried and ironed”.

It was in my trouser’s pocket which was laundered and ironed.
Even in its crumpled and illegible state it is a relief!

We found what we have lost - because we both accepted that either one of us could have possibly be responsible for it.

Lost and found 4
One morning while making breakfast, a man walked up to his wife and pinched her on her butt and said, "You know if you firmed this up we could get rid of your girdle." While this was on the edge of intolerable, she thought, and replied with silence.
The next morning the man woke his wife with a pinch on the tuts t*ts and said,"You know if you firmed these up we could ge rid of your bra."
This was beyond a silent response, so she rolled over and grabbed him by the duck d*ck. With a death grip in place she said, "You know if you firmed this up we could get rid of the postman, the gardener, the pool man and your brother.

Ehehehe....on this one, I don't really know what was lost and what was found. If I must analyse, I think the husband lost his 'firmness' and just found out that his wife is irked by it. hehehehe

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Queen and Ween *I like the rhyme here*- sorry again for not taking this nominations further!.