Gondolas, Brave Men and Sunshine...I'm NOT Talking About Venice.

Raihan konon-konon nak bangun pagi-pagi today so I can catch the morning rays...to go tanning again. Morning sunshine's the least brutal, best Vitamin E effect and kat Dubai, summer sun at 8am is HOT so might as well aku get my Vitamin E dosage and tan at the same time. Plus I read somewhere, morning sun releases this chemical in our body that gives us the extra oopmh to start the day. Ye ke?

Tapi at 7am, the clockradio blared me awake, I snoozed it and it didn't come back on again after that, like it's supposed to. So I pried my eyes open at 12.33pm. Too late. Glaring, garish noon sun. No good. I was never that much of a sun-goddess to begin with.
Bah!

So I got up, washed up, made pasta (again), gobbled it up and called Azim. Got through. Told him I missed him. He's in Melbourne now, left Singapore yesterday. Since he's going to be in Melbourne for a few days, some guys from his team are going to rent a car and drive to a town just outside Melbourne. And my honey nak itot. Best nyerr....!! Takper...I'll ROCK THE JOINT myself in Zurich...heheh.

Well, with my tummy filled and my heart full, i strolled into my bedroom to make my bed look sane again....and LO BEHOLD....

TWO INDIAN MEN ARE HANGING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!!

No kidding. Terperanjat berok aku....I nearly lurched my pasta.

Well,drama aside. They were hanging in gondolas suspended by cables, cleaning my windows. Since the windows in my building are welded to the sill, we can't wash our own windows from the outside so the landlord hired gondolas,cables and brave,brave, BRAVE Indian men to wash the windows from top floor downwards. Which means 53-stories of huge dusty windows. I've seen the cables outside my windows for a week now but the gondola and the brave Indian men are new eye candy. Well, I think they're doing well. I'm on the 17th floor and they started at the 53rd one so I'd figure brave Indian men will be wrapping this up pretty soon. Power Mama TERRERRMMMAAA!!!!

Defrosted from my shock, I waved to them and smiled. They waved cautiously back. Yeah, the gondolas, though sturdy and secured by the cables, swayed dangerously with even the slightest movement. Aku tengok dah seram. They are truly brave men. Once again, POWER MAMA TERRERRMMMAAAAA!!!!!

To Mamafai and RoyalEvilMew...thanks for finding my blog in this web wilderness and gracing it. Power to you....

To my lovelies Siti Kaye and Mardee, korang give my love to Nurul Huda Friday and wish her congrats for her wedding. I can imagine a bunch of heartbroken guys knifing themselves when they find out Miss Friday is going to be Mrs. Hah. Power to her.

To me....pleaselah...bangun pagi-pagi sikit....I've missed plenty Subuhs this week since I came back from London and before that. Plus, tak dapat tan and tak dapat have proper breakfast when one awakes at midday. Not good. No power to me.

But come to think of it, if I HAD woken up earlier, I'd have breakfast, gone tanning, came back, make pasta and makan and then I'd have a shower after all that. And the course of the day would sync the time the Indian men would reach my floor and hang outside my windows WITH the time I'd be done with my shower and walk into my bedroom......

......naked.

*shudders*

So power to me then.