:: Life :: Mystery of the broken handles ::

Last night I was awaken from my deep dreamless sleep by a weird pang of dizziness. I opened my eyes to find the ceiling and the wall blended together into twirls of tornado where my bed was in the middle. The bed felt like it was spinning round and round and throughout the hour before I managed to doze back to sleep I cursed the high caffeine high fat delicious supper that I had just couple of hours before. I was sure that devil’s meal was causing my brain to interpret my room as a dizzying twister.

Not thinking I could drive to work I decided to call it sick, and waved Azman off to office while still buried under the covers.

I woke up at ten! Still slightly dizzy but much refreshed. As I walked to the kitchen, I saw an empty glass and a coffee mug that was abandoned on the dining table. But something was wrong with the mug. I took a closer look; the spoon used for stirring was in it as usual, traces of unfinished mocha was at the base…As I peered closer I was strike with horror; THE HANDLE IS BROKEN!

My coffee mug handle was separated clean from its drinks containing body while sitting humbly on my dininng table! What on earth had happened?

I couldn’t bring myself to touch the pitiful mug, I went to the kitchen and gulped down some juice. And at the kitchen sink again I was slapped with shock beyond belief. Another coffee mug, identical twin of the one on the table, the same beige body and red floral print on ceramic; was lying there helpless WITH ITS HANDLE BROKEN TOO!

Some source of evil has somehow invaded our house last night. And has brutally chopped two of my coffee mugs off their handles! One while sitting helplessly on the dining table and another in the sink waiting to be washed.

What could be this despicable satanic force that had tortured my mugs so creatively sick! It could have just smashed them to pieces and destroy them completely, why did it have to break their fragile handles and leave them half functioning??! Why oh why?

Could it be the mental tornado that I experienced last night was the channel of transportation used by this evil force from another dark dimension unknown to us to come into my house and roamed in the dark and break mugs handles? Was I the medium of evil spirits? Or was it extra terrestrial being that does not have any mugs handles at their planet causing all this??

So I took some pictures. I must show Azman once he came back in the evening.

And all of the sudden the truth came hitting. There aint no force of evil; there aint no ET; it was just the result of my intan, my payung, my lapis lazuli, my darling husband making his own coffee!!!!!

For the first time in our marriage, I slept late, leaving him alone in need of his early coffee dose… and two of my mugs were destroyed!

Azman, I love you. And for our love and our cutlery, I will make you breakfast everyday!
This I promise you!