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2008-04-11T11:13:00.000+08:00

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When 'digress' seems like an understatement...

2008-02-18T19:11:00.000+08:00

The plan was, after work, fetch the kids, go home and clear my pile of worksheets that was waiting for the precious red ink.

Then, digression starts from 'The plan was...'.

Got home only at about 9pm. Lazed around with my Darling D in the air-con room under the blankie. Talked about this and that, read a book, had a mini-wrestling match, played peek-a-boo, had another mini-wrestling match, got ourselves frightened out of our pants and yeah, you could say we had a little mother-son bonding time.

He got droopy-eyed and so put him to bed.

By then, it was way past the planned time.

Looked at my book shelf to search for something I can't recall. I ended up clearing it!

Actually, it was a sad thing to do.

Mostly, it was all my notes from NIE, since 2003!

I didn't know I killed so many trees within my 2 yrs there. Cos, boy, did I have a mountain of notes all neatly filed up.

It has been there in the book shelf for like 5 yrs, untouched, mouldy and yellow.

It was such a pity to throw them away cos I could recall the sweat, the toil and trouble getting all the notes, zapping 'em, takin notes. Every single notes, even all the lesson plans from my practicum.

But it was time to let go.

*Sob sob*

A few things I did keep cos too precious to let go. And of cos, the certs. Life here is all about the paper chase, ain't it. So never get rid of evidence that you're a genius.

Remember this?

Like who uses the transparencies now, tell me.. I couldn't bring myself to throw them away cos I've still got 92 (I think) out of 100 pieces left. Just gimme time for me to figure out what can do with them.

I've still got my PSLE cert.

Very proud then, and now. Agregate of 254. No mean feat I tell ya. Wish those genius brain cells could last till now. Too bad.

Don't forget ukhrawi too okayy...

This next one also I'm very proud of. Very very proud.

Was a Staff Sergeant in NCC. Don't pray, pray hor!

Quite an achievement.

And... NEOPRINTS!

Who doesn't love them itsy bitsy neoprints?? Stick 'em everywhere. Share money with fren, then divide the sticker. Sigh.. those kentalanz days...

Hmmm..

So ya lah. Like dat lah.

Hubby dear.. tomorrow help me clear my pile of rubbish can?

Cos my little hero is busy being naughty and cheeky...

"Wait till I grow muscles lah mama... For now, I'm enjoying my kiddiness!"

Test

2007-12-25T22:16:00.001+08:00

Testing my phone on blog.

Notice:

2007-12-19T21:39:00.000+08:00

We have Multiplied.

I DREAD the Weekend

2007-05-04T10:32:00.000+08:00

Oh no...

I think this is the first time I'm not looking forward to the weekend. Why? Cos I'll be back at work come MONDAY!!

Arrgghh.. Talk about having Monday blues!

Instead of waking up at 9, I'll be up at 5.30.

Instead of taking my time to bathe, eat and watch tv with the kids, I'll be driven like a madman through the AYE trying to make it to school on time.

Instead of waking up to my boy's banter and my girl's cries, I'll be holding the marker and hearing a class full of chatter.

Instead of lazing around in the afternoon and wrestling with Daanish and cuddling Marsya, I'll be buried with markings and contact time and CCA and stuff.

Goodbye bored, quiet, lazy days...

Hello... *gulp*

Hello... I can't even say it!

Waaaa...................... Mommy.. I don't wanna go to school.........................!!!!!

*sulk*

Wishing you...

2007-04-28T19:00:00.000+08:00

Happy Birthday Mr. K!!!!

FYI, Mr. K is my dear hubby. Just in case you didn't know.

So, here's to my beloved, I wish you longevity, prosperity and good health.

(Macam chinese new year pulak!)

I know he doesn't read my blog. But I dah doakan pon...

This is just a public show of affection. No, don't get me started on the mushy stuff.

No worries. I won't.

Just a simple...

I LOVE YOU DARL.

*blush blush*

Aw.. mal-lu I!

Coming Soon...

2007-04-26T23:19:00.000+08:00

May I present to you...

Charmed Aura

Something tickled your fancy? Come in and have a look-see.

So Shoot Me!

2007-04-22T11:00:00.000+08:00

More? Wait till I upload 'em to my Multiply.

I don't want to pay that 20cents can??

2007-04-17T13:56:00.000+08:00

"Auntie, next time want to sell please label propry hor!
You put there $1.30. Then you say it's $1.50.
You think I want to buy your red bean bun ah??
You think your bakery shop so class ah??
Today you say short 20 cent. Tomorrow short 20 lollars.
I never halalkan your 20 cent ah!"

Of course, it all happened in this grey matter of mine.
In actual fact, all I said was,
"Oh is it? Nah." And gladly placed my 20 cents among the other coins on the counter.

Oh, that's just me. Duaposen punya hal jangan nak cari gaduh.
Kedamaian adalah utama.

Reminds me of those days when I was workin with Toys' R Us.

You label wrongly. You pay for the shortage.
First 'you' as in the staff. Second 'you' as in the company.

Any customers demandin to pay for the price we wrongly put, will get to do just that.
Of course if the price at check out is lesser than expected, buat bodoh sua lah..
Kalau aku pun aku make donno... Or will I?

Anyway, on a different note altogether,
I've got a question that been buggin me.

How do you advise a girl going through changes in her life?
No, not entering Primary 1 lah.
Not puberty either.
And the changes I mean here is not for the better.

How do you put words so softly so as not to trigger the defensive mechanism in her and make her do things that she, or you, may regret for life?

I'm in a dilemma.

Gimme some space

2007-04-13T10:20:00.000+08:00

I feel claustophobic.

I'm beginning to hate my skin. My BLOG skin, that is.

Time for a change.

Tunic Schmunic

2007-04-12T22:59:00.000+08:00

What's up with Singapore and tunics nowadays???

I see the same retro design, colourful, babydoll, tight below the breast tunic everywhere!
From Geylang to Bugis.

It's like the bubble tea fenomenon.

You see them in one shop, you've seen it all.

Oh for goodness sake! What next?

I'm so fed-up and sick of looking for clothes.
I end up buying the same old-fashioned tunic everytime.
Typical of me. Boring old me.
But den why would you wanna be looking like every other person?
Silap haribulan, you see people wearing the same thing at every turn.

Urgh.

Fed-up.

One more thing, when I wanted to get shoes, THEY ALWAYS DON'T HAVE IT IN MY SIZE!!! ALWAYS!

Bloody hell.

And today, was dejavu.

"Oh sorry, last piece."

It happened that day at Suntec, it happened again today.
No way I'm gonna get a display piece. Even if you mark the price down by 20%, no way I'm ending up with THAT piece. (even if it's oh so tempting hearing '20% discount')

You'll never know whose stinking foot have been in that beautiful leftie or rightie.

So today's trip down to Bugis Village with Mdm Hus Kus Bagus ended up with a bad taste in my stinkin mouth. Yea, yea.. it's my first time there. At a ripe old age of 20. Whatever.

Pwincess Purpur, what MOTHERLAND you talkin about here?? That place is like a ghetto, dude!

Nasib baik ah, aku cakap ngan kau, time nak balik tu gerek.

Naik MAXICAB beb... No less. Tak mo kalah.

Even though I'm not a virgin to MAXIs, it's not like everyday you get a ride in dat!

Mdm Hus, pardon my jakunness. Excited scmited kita berdua.

So anyways, dat's my take y'all.

One day...

One day, I will sell my own line of clothes..

that fits the muslimah image..

but yet trendy and elegant..

one day...

But dono when.

Finish bond first, then can talk.

For now, just dream.

Marsya

2007-04-09T09:56:00.000+08:00

Oh tell me she looks like me...

You... could...

2007-04-07T10:43:00.000+08:00

take a little trip around Singapore Town.
In a Singapore city bus.

Half true.

Around town, yes.
Singapore bus, no.

I desperately need a fot rub.

URS sandals sucked big time for my little escapade yesterday.

Left me feet sore and blistered.

Charles n Keith sucked a little too coz they don have the size for this poor feet.

So the whole gang schmang went shopping yesterday.

But ended up with things that we don't really need.

What we were looking for, well actually what I was looking for, takde, no hep.

Pas sembahyang Friday kita gi Geylang, Beach Rd, Suntec, Marina Square, back home for asar and maghrib, and den kluar lagi to Jurong Point.

Ish... ish..

Dah round satu Singapore nak cari baju, balik tangan kosong.

Actually tak kosong sangat ah.

However, mission is still not accomplished.

Urgh.

Next trip, Bugis Village, as recommended by Pwincess Purpur.

Please.. please.. please.. make dat trip worthwhile.

This time I'm going alone.

Still prefer shopping alone.

Sorang-sorang merayau. Tak makan takpe. Janji it's my own pace, my own destination.

I don't mind shopping alone. But I will never be caught dead eating alone.

Like I said, tak makan takpe. Eating alone just feels so sad.

If you ever see me eating alone, as in, sit down at some eatery, den dat means I'm kebulor beyond kebulor. But den I'm always accompanied by a magazine or sthg.

So ape motif entri kita kali ini?

Takde motif pon!

Saje jer nak vent my frustration.

I still need to shop for clothes!!!

Before my leave ends exactly a month from now.

Wah piang eh.. so fast one...

1 mth to do so many things. Where got enough??

So little time, so much to do.

Today, Rest My Feet And My Back Day. Diorang dah mintak ampon dah...

MY LOVE-HATE AFFAIR...

2007-04-03T10:04:00.000+08:00

...with shopping of coz.

Why does shopping have to be so therapeutic, yet, at the same time, be so stressful?

What I'm trying to say is, there's this thing called retail therapy. Yes, shopping does help ease the mind of some sort.

But trying to find the right items gets me all riled up and makes me pull my hair, or rather, tudung.

I was doing some shopping, or actually had the intention to do so, at Orchard Rd yesterday. All by myself, on a mid-day Monday. No crowd. A good thing. But it just resulted in salesgirls shadowing you from ur grand entrance to ur exit.

That's not what's bugging me though.

I find it especially hard to find my clothes in town. Not because I'm fussy by nature, but because there's so little of em that suits my needs.

Firstly, there's so little long-sleeves tops on em racks. When something caught my eyes, it had to be short sleeves. Can't they make some long ones at the same time they make those short ones? I don't mind paying the extra buck for the extra cloth needed.

Secondly, they just have to make em petite. Like as in tight fitting, figure hugging. What's the problem here? Well, I'm wearing the tudung. So I stay clear shapely tops that hugs me barely-there figure. Even if I were to be the size of marshmallow man, I'll be wearing clothes that hung loose. So those tight at the waist tops are out.

Thirdly, they just have to make em short. As in length-wise. Those that shows the butt are a definite no-no. Once again, coz I'm donning the tudung. It's a commitment I chose to take. So wear the image right.

And then when I finally found THE one - long-sleeves, not so tight, covers the butt and all - the price pulak not right. Aarghh! A simple top can cost like a hundred plus?? Hey.. I'm only anak garmen, earning a measly pay every month. After cutting here and there for this and that, I can't afford a 3-figure amount for just a top. That's too selfish of me.

That is why lah.. I so wanna tailor my own clothes, but so don't have the time.

So I guess, next stop, geylang jer lah nampaknya... sigh...

pssst.. Mdm Hus Kus BaGus... can set appointment for operation B.Wx liao... next week acam??

Thank you

2007-03-30T10:31:00.000+08:00

Thank you people for your concern and well-wishes.

When you're down and out, sometimes you just need a listening ear or some channel to let out your thoughts.

I'm feeling better now but like I said, the hurt will linger.

I'll just have to try again to change things for the better and make life worth living.

I'm down...

2007-03-27T16:46:00.000+08:00

in the pits.

when u think things were already bad, it got worst.

i'm not one who will buka pekong di dada.

what more publicly like this.

let not people know my sorrows.

but jus see my smiles.

i have learnt and i guess mastered the art of masking my emotions.

this heart has been broken time and time again.

it's starting to hurt a little.

you can hurt me but pls, not my loved ones.

if anyone says that i'm patient, i agree.

i am.

very.

to a point where it's starting to bring me no where.

things will not change if i jus choose to keep mum.

the most i can do is to shed a tear or two for trying to bear with the hurt i feel inside.

u really hurt me deep that day.

there are many other things you do that hurt.

but that day will leave a deep scar.

and the pain will linger.

and the mind will not help to ease the pain either.

i'm weak.

i know when things are okay, all is forgiven.

but not forgotten.

sometimes i long for an ending.

an end.

i pray that He show me the path.

i have been patient enough.

i just want things to change.

this is by far the lowest i've been.

although i hope for that silver lining, i must prepare myself for gloomy days.

if u see me, and ask how have i been.

i'll smile.

and say i'm doin alright.

but in actual fact, the memory stays and it still hurts.

He knows.

Announcement.. Announcement..

2007-03-22T21:18:00.000+08:00

Look at me lobes.

I have been officially and safely sunat-ed and tindik-ed.

I'm all girl now.

So stop asking if I'm a girl or boy!

Jauh Di Mata Namun Dekat Di Hati

2007-03-21T13:48:00.000+08:00

I miss those days...

If I had the power to turn back time, I would choose my teenage years.

Boys were not our priorities. Although I can't deny that they were just as important as my lip balm.

Still, life was great with, or without them.

These are the people I spent my first 2 yrs of secondary life with. For some, thru out my 4 yrs.

Whatever happened to them?

Some I'm still in contact with.
Some I hear from once a yr.
Some, sadly, just disappeared.

From left:

SAFIYYA
The reserved yet brilliantly a genius. Ended up in one of the best classes after the Sec 2 streaming. Diam-diam ubi berisi. Tak macam aku. Tong kosong. Where is she now? How's she doing? I have no idea.

ISMAWATI
Another quiet one. But ever ready with a smile. I remember during one of the Sports Day we had, her mother helped out sewing skirts for the whole class. That's no easy job, mind you. With such short notice, she did a wonderfully magnificent job.

RAIHAN
A.k.a BAWANG. I totally forgot how she got the nickname. But hers is the only one that was stuck with her. Until now. But Bawang, who can forget her. Who can ever forget the first day of school when she came with a giant sunflower plastered on her big Diana Ross curly hair. Oh, I could've just rolled over and died of unstoppable laughter, man! But I was smart enough not to. God knows she could've been one mafia. First day of school isn't it?
But this girl ended up being one of my closest buddies. We just clicked. However, work and other commitments made us grew apart. But never forgotten.

RAFIDAH
This one was the posh one. But a bit selenge-posh also lah. She was the one who started with calling me Lizzie. Made me wear a pink ribbon and took photos coz I hated pink to da max last time. The last I heard of her was that she's a Singapore Girl. Now, God knows..

ME
Yup. That's me last time. Always wanna be in the light but still a low-profiler. I don't talk to people unless I'm talked to. But once you get to know the real me, I'm just a nutcase. Should I say I'm still the same me like 10 yrs ago? I don't know. Ask these people.

SITI MAISARAH
The one with the mighty long hair. Nampak aje lawa, tapi selenge jugak. Macam aku. She's one of the closest buddies I had. One of the Locomamas. That's what we were last time. Childish. She was my makan kaki, my going to school buddy, my member lepak in school and outside of school, my sleeping partner.. ahh.. this one brings back memories. We actually slept facing each other during one of the boring literature lesson. And dear Mrs YMC had to knock on our desks to wake us up. And also my chat buddy. We make a great team booking the comps. And this girl remains contactable till now. She's none other than Pwincess Purple. Pwincess? Hell no! More like Purple Freak. Even Barney pun kalah..

SHARIFAH ANISAH SYED MURTAZA ALJUNIED
Yup, I remember her full name alright. She's the arab beauty of the school. I remember fighting with her for the OHP mirror. Dat OHP was the unofficial dressing table of our classroom, fyi. The last I saw her was during her grand and wet wedding. Beautiful as she can be. Like one Arab princess. Last I heard of her is dat she's a mother of one now. She still sends an SMS every now and then.

FARIHAH
One of the locomamas. Pretty close. But not as close as I had wanted to. I remember coming over to her place during Raya and doing the Barney jump. Alah.. yang lompat abeh tapping ur heels up in the air either to the left or right.. I dono.. That house just got the Barney aura. She was the one who had a thing for Chinese guys. Now happily a teacher in one of the secondary schools in the west.

HASIBAH
One of the selenger clan also. (See people, I'm not the only ones, for crying out loud!) My NCC buddy. I remember her admitting that she made use of me during the 2.4km run. She let me run ahead of her all the time, and then during the last dash, she just potong jalan. Ape ko ingat aku nie kayu ukur kape? Takpe... Nonetheless she was also my buddy when we escaped from our weekly morning mass run. As everyone was running out of the parade square into the road outside, we detoured up the stairs to the fourth floor where it's secluded and hid under a desk and pulled the chair right in. Cukup masa, dengan muka sardin, jalan gi classroom, eksyen berpeluh-peluh. That was kerja bodoh man.. But still memorable.

So that was just some of the memories I had with these people. If I could write a book on my teenage days in school, it would be a never-ending one.

I miss them all. Even those not in the picture. Even those who only etched a scratch in my memory space.

I would trade anything to have time spend with those people back then. Not now. Now, everyone's changed. Even I have. That's what I hate about time too. It changes things.

The One At the BORING Pool

2007-03-19T14:30:00.000+08:00

We went to the Queenstown Pool on that Saturday. It was such a boring pool. No slides no nothing. Just plain rectangular pool with a few kiddos somewhat waddling or threading or swimming or something.

As soon as Daanish went into the water, there's this girl menyebok offered to play with Daanish in the pool. She was all over him. Carrying him, holding his hands, splashing water. She left no breathing space for my boy.

Hello girl, I know lah my boy very irresistable one.. Charming smile, with wet barely-there hair, and smothering good looks. But leave us alone why doncha?

She was even there when I wanted to take a pic of Daanish. I cut her off.

There, dat's her on the left. Do you see that Daanish was trying to push her away? Pest!

Eventually she went away. After much ignoring from us.

So then, the pool was only for Daanish.

However, not long after that, he got bored with the shallow waters. No challenge.

And so we plunged him into the deep sea. Daring lah my boy.

He went home smashed tired and stomach full of chlorine water.

I think he very much preferred the newly opened Jurong West pool. Nenek brought him there the other time.

Whatever it is, there're more swimming sessions to come, Daanish. Mama's got 2 more months left and Mama's sure to make full use of it.

The One With Daanish's Date

2007-03-19T12:42:00.000+08:00

On that Friday, I had an impromptu date with Mdm Hus Kus Bagus, with her darling daughter, Atikah. It was actually a set up for my Daanish to date her Atikah.

Here's the story...

Once upon a time, there's a handsome berg named Daanish who had alwez wanted to date Atikah jemz. That Friday, his wish finally came true.

He had asked his chio Mama for permission to bring Atikah to the playground at IMM. And his Mama relented.

And so, he put on his hamsemest gear and looked his best for that dream date.

Oh no.. It's already 2! I'm late! What a way to start off my first date with Atikah.

I hope she's not too angry. Hmm.. what excuse should I give? It's Friday.. Ha! Sembahyang Jumaat! Ustadz kasi khutbah panjang sangat.

No way I'm gonna tell her that I poo-ed and Mama had to struggle to clean me up.

Alright, to my car, and then off me go.

Matching outfit for my yellow car. What does the 'B' stands for? Why, am I not the most eligible BACHELOR in town?

Arrh poops! I can't start my car! What is wrong here? I guess I'll hafta call my gang.

And so, Barney and frens came in a poof to save the little prince charming.

Ah.. I know I can alwez count on you Barns! Now let's go, G-O, go! We're drooling late!

Meanwhile...

"Now where is that Daanish? He's so gonna get it from me. I'm gonna show him this fed-up face when he gets here," says Atikah.

However, Daanish was too late.
Atikah grew impatient.

When Daanish finally reached the playground, he tried his best to win her over. He offered her the best ride in the playground.

Meh Atikah, naik yang ni.. I'll help you climb over. I'll ride with you...

But, it was not meant to be.

Atikah left without a word...

And Daanish was devastated.

Atikaaaah..... Mana Atikah?

Nampaknya aku main sorang niari.

Takpe, dat's not the last of me Atikah... I'll see you when I see you..

And so, dat was how the date, or not, went.

- THE END -

The One With The Guests

2007-03-19T12:00:00.000+08:00

Hubby's family came over yesterday. And they brought with them the whole clan. The extended family. And this is only my dad-in-law's side.

They were spilling right up to the corridor I tell ya. Well, what to do.. They should've come in shifts.

My house is NOT too small. It's enough for just me and my family. It's only once in a blue horizon that we have guests coming. And when they do come, they come in droves.

Like yesterday.

Whatever it is, the FABruary babies congregated for the first time. No, not me, not Daanish. We both basi oredi. It's these FAB babies pulak...

Babies unite!

Only three only days apart. Don't ask me their names. I only know mine, not becoz she's mine. It's simply coz she has a simple name.
One name.
MARSYA.
Dah.

Actually that's not the point I wanna talk abt here.

What I wanna talk abt here is breasts.
Yup.
The mammaries.
God's gift to women.

When it comes to breastfeeding, why are some women not shy abt exposing their assets to others. By 'others', I mean ME!

I cannot...... I'm so perturbed by what I saw.

The story is like this. One mother asked to borrow a room to braestfeed her child. I offered her mine. She asked not to be left alone, and so I reluctantly stayed. I closed the door, and as I turned around, there it was...

Whoa... I quickly turned to avoid being caught jaw agape. No, I not chee ko pek okay.. I was shocked ~~breast~~breathless.

I chose to sit behind her while maintaining a conversation.

In my mind:

Why is she so open?

Will I get tembel?

Why is dat...

No, don't look down!

Eye contact!

Maintain.. eye.. contact

Eh baby tersedak..

Eh tengok maknye..

Tengok atas..

Tengok cermin...

Ah... need facial

Ok done!

Close shop oredi.

Ok meh kluar.

That was AWKWARD siol.. Ah kan dah kluar perkataan tu.

I don't know abt others lah, but I cannot... I'm too embarassed to breastfeed when there're ppl around. Even though there's a room, sound-proofed, visual-proofed.. even if it's in my own house. I'll just go formula, thanks.

Am I depriving my babe of the best milk in the world?

I think not.

They're babies who go full-formula and their development is amazing, I tell ya.

So don't judge me, or my breasts.

I just hope I don't get to see another nipple again.

Well, other my hubby's.

Or Daanish's.

Or Marsya's.

Ok enough.

No more.

Worried Sick

2007-03-05T11:45:00.000+08:00

For the time being, no visitors please...

Cos Marsya is down with rashes or sumthin, on de whole face, and body, which makes her itch like crazy. And babies can't scratch (duh!), and so she's sometimes quite cranky.

So, jus pray for her recovery.

ps: Marsya, Mama hope to see ur beautiful face again..

Hum di dum di dum...

2007-03-02T18:43:00.000+08:00

I'm bored stupid!

I'm bored of being bored....

By Popular Demand...

2007-02-27T13:49:00.000+08:00

Some pics of newly manufactured MARSYA.

Still in mint condish.

Taken by amatuer photographers.

Peep In Here

Chao!

FAB-ruary Babies

2007-02-27T10:29:00.000+08:00

08.02.07 ~ Daanish's 1st Birthday

Celebrate secara ala kadar je. Coz heavily pregnant with No. 2. Had ~~cut-caking~~ cake-cutting ceremony at both gramps'. If you're wondering why de heck are my clothes mismatched in colour, it's becoz I had a change of clothes due to Daanish's leakage. I haven't gone colour blind or anything ya.

4 days later...

12.02.07 ~ Little Sister was born

Contractions felt at 0330hrs.

Came to hospital at 0630hrs.

Little Princess born at 0724hrs.

Ain't dat fast or wot? Less than an hr in labour ward. Alhamdulillah.. No waterbag bursting. No bleeding. If I had waited some more, I would've made news.

11 days later...

23.02.07 ~ Mommy's nth Birthday

Look at dat boy's cheeky grin. Macam dia punye birthday pulak. But still, one simple birthday for one simply happy mom.

Terubat rinduku pada u all...

2007-02-26T18:19:00.000+08:00

Seorang guru Bahasa Inggeris telah menyepot kesilapanku dalam salah satu daripada entriku yang lalu. Perkataan yang sepatutnya berbunyi dan dieja sebagai 'cake-cutting ceremony', telah ku eja 'cut-caking ceremony'.

Justeru itu entri ku kali ini akan ku tulis dalam bahasa ibundaku sendiri untuk mengelakkan daripada membuat kesilapan sebegitu rupa. Terserlah sungguh keselengeran ku ini.

Maka tersebutlah kisah...

Geng-geng gua datang ah niari!!

Ish... GEREK!

Korang tau tak?
Tau?
Tahu takpe, tempe tak nak, kacang biar lebih sikit.
(jagong jap)

Terubat seh rindu .. Dahlah aku makin membusuk dok di rumah. Kaki ni menggatal jer nak merayap seperti sediakala. Dua minggu lagi beb... Bawak bertenang jer... Kan best layan 2 budak tu pat rumah. Lepas layan si dini, si ditu pulak.. lepas tu dini, lepas tu ditu. Kalau dua-dua mintak dilayan, maknyer terus KO.

Anyways.. eh salah, tak boleh Inggeris. Pastu... diorang sume lepak kat rumah aku jap. Sembang2, makan roti leper berinti (read: pizza), roti bawang putih (read: garlic bread), kentang goreng (read: french fries), ayam (read: hot n spicy drumlets), epok2 dan lain-lain. Bila nak mintak amek gambar, sume tak nak. Tapi aku paham. Sape yang nak bergambar pakai baju sekolah kan? Iye.. sekarang sekolah aku kan sudah mengenakan peraturan bahawasanya semua guru-guru diharuskan mengenakan kemeja T sekolah pada setiap hari Isnin. Terus terang aku cakap, merepek!

Jadi takde lah gambar kita bersama. Tapi takpe, tunggu aku kurus sket. Boleh amek gambar banyak2. Selagi tak kurus, selagi tu jangan amek. (Bedek kappa!)

Terima kasihlah korang-korang yang datang tadi. Semoga berjumpa lagi di masa hadapan.

Tata titi tutu!!

MY conFINEd BIRTHDAY

2007-02-23T14:16:00.000+08:00

2 years beb... 2 friggin years..

I've to spend my birthday in confinement. Very fine indeed!

But then come to think of it, every year it's boring. Maybe I've high expectations every year and every single year it's dashed. Apart from the change of status since 2004, (04-engaged, 05-married, 06-mummy 0f 1, 07-mummy of 2! oh gosh!), it's been the same year after year. So let's not expect too much next year.

But I thank God for giving me the most precious gems for my birthday. Not 1, not 2, but THREE priceless gems that I could ever wish for. (But then another diamond won't hurt either. But anyways...)

Thanks to all who wished me a smashin' day and days to come. Thanks for thinkin of me despite ur busy schedules. I know I'm always in ur minds... I love y'all!

Kwang, kwang, kwang...

At age a quarter of a century, I've done what most of my peers have not done, gotten what most of them have not. Yet, God is fair. There's so many things in life that I've not achieved. Let me settle family life first, then I'll handle the rest. Call me late bloomer for all I care. But my priorities have changed.

So here's to me. Happy Birthday!

Allah selamatkan aku...
Allah selamatkan aku...
Allah selamatkan aku dan family aku...
Allah selamatkan aku!

Amin ya rabbal alamain...

ps: For photos of my babes (and me! hee hee), pls be prepared to wait. Notchet upload lah. Coz I jus wanna laze around... oh ya.. i nd to update my blogskin also. Now it should be 'Kilang dah Tutup!' (read: 'Factory Closed Down Liao!').

Wei...

2007-02-22T16:15:00.000+08:00

Who the fish flooded my tagboard with 21 nonsensical messages?

WOTEVA.

Won't let anyone spoil my day.

Coz everyday is a SUNDAY! For 3 blahdy months.

And so, the maternity leave has begun...

I'm now bumming at my mom's. Will be back home (sweet home), hopefully tomoro.

What happened before dat?

Oh ya. I'm now officially a mother of two. Newest addition to the family is a bouncing baby girl. Marsya is her name.

She was almost not named that. Why? Coz she's got fickle-minded parents who can't decide between 2 names. Won't reveal the other name for some reasons. Mainly becoz I don't wanna hear 'This one sounds betta'. Then she can neva have a proper name I tell ya. U askin why don't I just put both? I'm against many many names simply becoz she doesn't need more than 1. Her name is Marsya, and she will be called Marsya.

Well actually, she was officially the other name for about 2 hours.

What happened?

We registered her name. Came back home. Happened to watch this Indonesian drama. And saw this pretty girl. So pretty. So mesmerised by her beauty. And then.. her name is, u guessed it, Marsha. Spelled that way. In reel-life and real-life. It was then we decided we should change her name. Oops.

Daanish is ONE

2007-02-08T23:13:00.001+08:00

Yippee doo...

Nothing much. No celebration whatsoeva.
Just bought a cake and had a little cut-caking ceremony first at his paternal grandparents', and then rushed over, with cake and all, to his maternal grandparents'.

Thanks to Aunt Husna who was on time in giving his pwezzie. Right smack on top of my table early this morn, was this huge box. Too big to bring home on my own, so it's still there in the staff room waiting to be delivered to the rightful owner.

And me, being me, still haven't gotten Aunt Husna's girl a pwezzie yet. Btw, it's 5 days belated. Blame it on the bulging tummy, painful backaches and coughing virus. It's hard to window shop these days. Something which I had to reluctantly cut down on. And I think I'm spreading the virus to so many people in the school. The makcik canteen now has no voice. Even the P is having a sore throat. (Padan muka.)

Sos bys thes ways ahs,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to U, Daanish.

You are ONE...

as of...

NOW!

Still here...

2007-02-01T14:18:00.000+08:00

I'm still around.
With baby still wiggling inside of me.
Nope. Not the time yet.
But hope it is.
Cos my body is tired. Back aching like only God knows.
There's not enough rest. Can't sleep well at nite.
If it's not the back, it's the leg cramps.
But more often than not, it's the Abang who still wakes up at nite crying.
Yup. He still does dat.
And he's gonna turn ONE next week.

And I'm also mentally tired.
Pregnancy this time is taking a toll on my sanity.
Every now and then, I'll do a mental check.
For the soundness of mind.
It's hard to accept it this time.
At 5 mths, it's still unknown to the closest of families.
At the point of knowing its gender, there's no one to share it with.
It's sad, depressing.

There's a period of time when I was crying every single day. For every single reason.
I didn't know how to cope.
I didn't get help.
I just went on and faced the world with that smile, masking my turmoil insde.

Breaking the news to my parents I thought was difficult.
I was wrong.
Handling my mom's reaction after dat was the most difficult part.
To hear things dat you wish didn't come from her.
It hurt.
It still does.
But I have to be strong. For the baby.

As I was beginning to accept the current situation I'm in, comes another blow.
Another nasty remark from another someone whom I don't owe my life to.
Frankly speaking, I'm still mastering the art of not caring about what people say.
I envy those who have.
When things like dat happen, it set me back into my hole.

I'm thankful for those people who gave me the strength to move on.
To be happy and to enjoy the things I took for granted.
To Daanish who doesn't fail to put a smile on my face every single day.
To my 2 buddies at work, Husna and Irda, whom I regard like my sisters and share my ups and downs, thanks for being there.
To Ain, whom I don't get to meet but is always in my thoughts. You've been a great 'spiritual' friend. Thanks for the card u sent me, the very first time I said I was depressed.
To those who sent me sweet messages on my tagboard, you guys are one in a mill.
And last but not least, to my hubby, from the bottom of my heart, I love you. You've been my pillar.

So dat's all for now, I guess.
I had intended to keep all my entries happy. But this time I thought I would share my inner thoughts.
Now let me be. Let me handle my occasional anxiety attack on the labour pains I'm about to have. Let me immerse myself with work cos I feel a tinge of guilt having to take 3mths off 2 yrs in a row.
Let me plague my minds with words that cut me deep. These are just words I hear. What about those I don't? Those people who give insensitive remarks behind my back?
Well, I guess, what you don't know won't hurt you rite?

I'm due in March. But if things go like how it went for Daanish, I'll be in the delivery suite in Feb. It's ok if you don't visit. I'm really alright with it. Cos you guys visited like only yesterday, gave Daanish presents and all. So save up this time for your wedding or holiday or sumthin.

I won't announce either.
So, dats it then.

I'm hooked...

2006-12-16T23:12:00.000+08:00

FIRSTLY,
...hooked on my brand new Nokia 7373.
Nokia Seven Three Seven Three.
Nokia Tujuh Tiga Tujuh Tiga.
Nokia Chi San Chi San.

There goes a portion of my bonus.

BUT, money well spent.

SECONDLY,

...hooked on SCRAPBOOKING!

It's the IN thang, schmang..

Actually I've had 5 colourful frames, from Ikea, bought eons ago, lying around in the store room. So as I was walking around town, I came across this scrapbooking boutique @ Wheelock Pl. Been to one before @ Paragon, but came out with nothing except for some enlightenment. Such a brilliant business idea. Why didn't I think of dat earlier?

This time round, I came out of the shop @ Wheelock $37.20 poorer, scrapbooking ideas richer and a whole body shaking with enthusiasm.

At home, as soon as Lil' D went to bed, I embarked on my stress-relieving assignment.

Got my materials ready. Set. GO!

It's really fun ya know. No need to think. Jus follow ur guts. Ikut naluri, jiwa, perasaan, mood... Pejam mata, koyak, tampal, adjust and voila! Orait? Tampal.

And then, masok frame. Ta daa!

One done. And then another one.

And then another one!

Ok, 3's enough for u Daanish. Tak leh lawan tokey.

U happy Botak?

Ok happy lah tu... Macam Popeye.

Mama's gonna go to the shop again to buy some more materials. This time, it's for Mama and Baba only. Go 2 more frames to go. Might even buy some more frames..

Oh gosh.. I'm hooked.

Give. Me. Back.

2006-12-05T15:28:00.000+08:00

my sanity.

I'm in LUST....

2006-12-04T14:31:00.000+08:00

with this...

Oooohh....

2006-11-22T09:28:00.000+08:00

Mani Pedi Mari Sini

I had a little R&R yesterday. Pampered myself to bits. Felt like a tai-tai seh... Had my mani and pedi at Tiong Baru. No, not plaza, but in the HDB heartlands. Nailogic is the name and it was cheap I tell ya.. I set of mani-pedi costs me $38. That's a bargain rite...? Some more it's not crowded with people. I had 2 nail technicians workin on me nails... I must say it was better than when I had mine at JP. So after a tiring day attending workshop on Sexuality Education, I felt a high, for pampering, that is. What were you thinkin??

Took pics of my nails. But I don't think it turned out good. Anyway, why would you wanna see my feet rite? Meh tengok lagi sket. Ish... lawa nyer..

Ira Ira Bobira

Kudos to you Munira for managing to set up ur blog. AT LAST! Of coz, a little credit goes to me for helpin her a teeny weeny bit. I've linked you up girl. So more updates please..

My Blog...

... needs an overhaul. Design needs to be changed. However, no time, too lazy, too busy. So blog can wait. GoBlog.

Speaking of overhaul

My house is an empty house. We got rid of our sofa. We got rid of our dressing table. We shifted the rest of the furniture. And now, Daanish has a room to call his own. Only thing is dat, it needs more zest. More life. More kiddy stuff. So that's one project for the holidays. A (decorated) room for Daanish, and the other little one.

And... the other little one..

... is gonna be a....

COACHIE COACHIE COO..

2006-11-21T22:31:00.000+08:00

Let me dedicate this entry to all the COACH fan out there.

Yesterday I received news that another one of my kakis is gonna get a COACH. Which one? This lilac one that I had initially wanted to get but ended up not getting due to some reasons.

Oh so gorgeous you... Congrats to Pwincess Purple, aka Mrs Barney (self proclaimed, mind you. I don go around labellin ppl okayy). Aaah... Another satisfied customer. Is there an unsatisfied COACH customer in the first place? How can anyone NOT be satisfied with any of the COACHes?

Eversince my entry on my first COACH (wristlet), I've got friends startin to tell me they are buyin COACH as well. I'm so happy for them. Don ask me why. Sometimes it's that kinda feelin you get when you share something you like. That feel-good feeling. Serenity... Euphoria... Aaaahh..

After I got me the wristlet, aennz told me she got a COACH bag. Which, made me eyes so green, but resisted the tempatation to dash to the store and grabbed one. It'll just be so wrong. I think she got this one.

Then comes the search for my very own handbag. Yahoo and ebay auction had an array of choices. It's up to you to sieve out the goodies and the baddies. That's where my eyes set on the lilac one. Like I said, din end up buying.

However, my other kaki got hers. Lucky Mdm Hus Kus BaGus! She got the COACH expert from the COACH store to verify for authenticity. 100% TULEN! It's this one.

So now, the green eyed monster is startin to take over all my sanity. Aku yang dah lama nak beli, lain orang yang dapat. Ini tak adil!

The time (finally) came. Dragged my mates along to TAKA. Mdm Hus Kus BaGus, the newly converted COACH fan, and Irda, who has countless COACHes in her possession already. Let me count, 1 striking pink demi pouch, 1 hobo handbag, 1 wristlet, 1 duffle bag and 1 keyring (which she lost recently). Yup, I think that's about it. She's the PIONEER. She was the one who converted me.

And so after much deliberation, I got meself this.

Loved it to the max. BUT... I thought it was a tad too formal. I wanted more of an everyday bag. I lost my focus. Bought on impulse. So the next day, went back to exchange it for another one. (That photo was taken in the bus, on the way to let that darling go.)

Spent another century at the store. And again, tried almost all the bags in the store that caught my eyes (and my pocket). In the end I settled for this one and onli small hobo that they have. I love the design but they onli have it in this colour.

So I got it. Am happy with it. Very happy. Plus, I got another one of this.

Heh heh.. That adrelin I felt.. Fuh! Shiokened!

Ok no more splurging for the next 5 yrs. Save it for the babies. Or perhaps... this one is not too bad isn't it? Waddaya think?

To Mama, With Love

2006-11-20T22:51:00.000+08:00

Dear Mama,

I've told you so many times to update your blog but it seems that you're so caught up with work. Well, you said that Baba's external hard disk crashed. Excuse accepted. Now that it's working a-ok, I will do the updating for you.

So Raya came. And now it's going, GoInG... and soon GoNe!

Here's handsome burg me in my mostest bestest outfit ever. Simple, plain, gween, but when else do you get to dress up like this, huh?

Chey chey chey...! Must look serious. Dats what I see in Mama's magazines. All the guys look like dat.

And then they posed like that...

And like dat.

Emcem tak? Ni mesti ramai dah terpikat. Wetaminit... Not forgettin my suave and macho Baba, and gorgeously glam Mama. Orait everybody, that's my pouty-jolie pose.

After Raya we went AREEBA AREEBA ABDRE ANDRE!

ADIOS AMIGOS MUNCHACHOS KACANG GAJOS!

PS: Mama said this Raya wasn't de best. Dats why not too many photos. Ape yang ade, ade lah... Let's wait till de next Raya okay folks?

SELENGER CASE #13346

2006-11-06T13:05:00.000+08:00

This morning as usual, sent Daanish to mom's at QC.

Same drill - Handed Daanish over to mom. Salam Daanish. Salam mom. Kissed Daanish. Kissed mom. NOT! Heh heh.. Mom gave some apam balik fr JB to munch on the way to the car.

Happily munchin. Munch, munch. Yum yum. Waved at Daanish who's lookin over from the balcony. Like one Romeo this boy is. Got to the car. Set my butt snuggly into the seat.

Then I realised something.

Thought out loud, "Why the heck am I seated at the back seat?"

Hubby had no comment for a moment. He was numb to my selengerness. He just said, "You ma'am per. Satu hari kalau tak selenger tak sah." And he drove off.

So all the way to school, I was seated at the back, smiling to myself.

P/S: To Mr Bangla-at-the-back-of-the-pick-up-smiling-at-me-thinking-I-was-smiling-at-you, no I wasn't smiling at you, you moron.

Blame it on the weatherman.

2006-11-04T14:25:00.000+08:00

The last time I wrote was nong nong ago.

Raya pix, will be up. Soon. I guess. So belated already. So basi. Don think anyone wanna see it already. But I can say my lill prince was such a handsome burg on that day. Maybe I'll just post his pic.

So not in the mood. Hated this year's Raya. Don think I wanna share. Too depressing. Supposed to be a happy occassion but turned out to be the worst eva.

Sigh.

Anyway, I don think it's too late to say MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN.

You & Me... Are Not Meant To Be

2006-10-15T11:05:00.000+08:00

Oh baby...

I thought I could hold you in my arms

But you and me,

We're not meant to be

Waaaaa.......!!!!

The New You

2006-10-14T11:56:00.000+08:00

After dat bloody (literally) incident, Daanish went for a haircut.

This was how he looked like then:

This is how he looks like now:

Ha ha ha ha.... Ketawakan dia...!

Not much of a difference coz he had very little hair to begin with. But I must admit, he looks more dashing now. Hemsem burger ah.. How? Any takers?

Ok Daanish, pose sket ah!

Ok sket sudah...

Sekali, dua kali pandang... macam sape eh anak aku ni... And then baru teringat.

Macam sama kan???

Cey cey cey... macam celebrity ah anak aku...

"APA?!?!? Hemsem hemsem gini, mak aku cakap macam XIAOLIN SHOWDOWN?? Buang tebiat agaknya! Aku ada gigi DUA tau.....! Nengok ni.. AAAAAA..."

Chet!

What happened last night...

2006-10-13T16:29:00.000+08:00

10.05pm
Daanish went to bed after a day of fun and laughter.

12.30am
Daanish woke up crying. As usual, I will just plonk myself beside him on the mattress and groggily pat him back to slumberland. Most of the time he will. However, this morning was different. He was screaming extra loud and refused to go back to sleep. As I lifted my heavy eyelids, what I saw in the dark and with my blurry vision puzzled me.

A dark mucus was hanging down his nose. I used my hands to wipe it. To my horror, what I saw, in the dark and with my blurry vision, was what looked like blood. I searched for my glasses under the pillow with the other hand, woke my hubby up and asked him was that blood in my hands. He quickly got up, and switched on the lights.

And true enough, it WAS BLOOD!

Lots and lots of it coming out of Daanish's nose. It was everywhere. On his pillows, the mattress, his clothes, my clothes, half of his face... I'm not exaggerating here. The blood even got into his mouth.

Of course I panicked. I couldn't think. All I know I had to wipe my little boy's face clean. But I was scared I would hurt him. I didn't know how he got so bloody. I suspected he got a nose bleed so I pinched his nose. He retaliated of coz. So in the midst of the screaming, my hubby told me we had to take him somewhere. (Scared if its anything serious. Daanish is falling down practically everyday. Bumping his head into everything.)

So hubby got ready while I tried to calm Daanish. I knew he loved the mirror. So I played peek a boo.

Then I realised, as I looked into the mirror, Daanish's face looked like Carrie from the movie, erm, Carrie. (Remember the movie?) Didn't wanna scare him further so I switched the light back off and on-ed the dim light. Then continued peek a boo-ing. He calmed down.

Then I got ready. To think that I had actually wanted to iron my tudung! Silly me. Of coz slammed by hubby lah.

Then grabbed some extra clothes for Daanish, blanket, milk and we were out.

Nee norr... nee norr..

1.15am
Children's Emergency. Registeration. Found out that we forgot his BC. We couldn't remember his no. I thot I had it in my head. But it jus didn't wanna come out. Lucky the lady could get his details with his dob.

1.35am
Nurse checked his BP, took his weight, asked some questions. By then all the blood had tried up. Looking at pitiful face, I feel so sebak. Tapi muka jer kesian. Tangan, kaki, masih tak tau diam. trying to reach the wires, the monitor. The nurse had to take his BP 3 times coz his legs just couldn't stop moving. (BTW, FYI, babies' BP are taken on the leg)

1.45am
Doc's examination. She said nothing serious. Might have caused by a burst blood vessel. Because a baby's vessel is so delicate, any hard rub or knock might cause it to burst. Alhamdulillah... we jus have to observe him. If it happens again, we have to bring him back.

2.05am
Reached home. Tired and spent. From an adventurous night to the ER.

5.30am
Woke up.
Alamak... Tak sahur lagi! Dah 3 hari buat keje macam ni. Hai lah nasi ambeng, terbiar kat esbok. Ku fikirkan ku boleh menjamu mu di dini hari. Tapi apa kan daya...

So that was our night.
It was a scary night indeed. Reaaally scary.

And today, I'm reeaaallli groggy.
And what happens when I'm sleepy?
I get even more selenger.

Abortion

2006-10-10T15:01:00.000+08:00

Dear Mommy,
I am in Heaven now...
I so wanted to be your little girl.
I don't quite understand what has happened.
I was so excited when I
began realizing my existance.
I was in a dark, yet comfortable place.
I saw I had fingers and toes.
I was pretty far along in my developing,
yet not near ready to leave my surroundings.
I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.
Even from my earliest days,
I felt a special bonding between you and me.

Sometimes I heard you crying
and I cried with you.
Sometimes you would yell or scream,
then cry.
I heard Daddy yelling back.
I was sad,
and hoped you would be better soon.
I wondered why you cried so much.

One day you cried almost all of the day.
I hurt for you.
I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.

That same day, the most horrible thing happened.
A very mean Monster came into that warm, comfortable place I
was in.
I was so scared, I began screaming,
but you never once tried to help me.
Maybe you never heard me.

The monster got closer and closer
as I was screaming and screaming,
"Mommy, Mommy, help me please! Mommy, help me."
Complete terror is all I felt.
I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.
Then the monster started ripping my arms off.
It hurt so bad; the pain i can never explain.
It didn't stop.
Oh, how I begged it to stop.
I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
Though I was in such complete pain,
I was dying.
I knew I would never see your face
or hear you say how much you love me.

I wanted to make all your tears go away.
I had so many plans to make you happy.
Now I couldn't,
all my dreams were shattered.
Though I was in utter pain and horror,
I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.

I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.
No use now, for I was dying a painful death.
I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.
I wanted to tell you that
I love you before I was gone,
but I didn't know the words you could understand.
And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them;
I was dead.
I felt myself rising.
I was being carried by a huge
angel into a big beautiful place.
I was still crying,
but the physical pain was gone.

The angel took me away to a wonderful place.
Then I was happy.
I asked the angel what was the thing was that killed
me.
He answered, "Abortion.
I am sorry, for I know how it feels."
I don't know what abortion is,
I guess that's the name of the monster.

I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell
you how much I wanted
to be your little girl.
I tried very hard to live.
I wanted to live.
I had the will, but I couldn't;
the monster was too powerful.

It sucked my arms and legs off
and finally got all of me.
It was impossible to live.
I just wanted you to know I
tried to stay with you.
I didn't want to die.
Also, Mommy, please watch
out for that abortion monster.

Mommy, I love you
and I would hate for you to go
through the kind of pain I did.
Please be careful.

Love,
Your Baby Girl

To think that I had wanted to go through this.

Shame on you, Liza. Shame on you.

Oh baby baby...

2006-10-08T09:05:00.000+08:00

LATEST NEWS:

Congrats to Sharifah Anisah n hubby for her lil princess, Eeffa Zahra!!!

Date of birth: 8 Oct 2006 (exactly 8 mths aft Daanish)
Weight: 3.255kg

No pics. Hopefully can get her to post me some.

Nevertheless... I've still got pics!
The day we went baby-viewing with de fwens.. Long time no see u all ah bebs. Did I mentioned that I missed u all so much? That day was too short and too rushing lah. Hope we can meet up again soon...

So anyway...

BABY #1:
Left:
This is AHMAD NAUWAF, son of Siti Munirah & Danimansyah (I hope it's de rite spellin).

Dia tidur dalam imaaan.. Ada sinyum...

Mitten yang sebelah tu memang disengajakan terbuka supaya sekiranya ada bahagian-bahagian yang gatal, senanglah untuk digarok dengan sepuas-puas hatinya.

Seperti contoh, dalam gambar ini, bahagian yang membawa kepada ketidaksedapan dan ketidakselesaan adalah di bahagian lengan. Jadi ape lagi.. GAROK lah! Tak nampak tu muka... Ahhhh... Nyaman.....

Yang mendukung Si Bayi dengan penuh kasih itu adalah Si Ibu. Dengan memakai kain batik berbunga raya, sepadan dengan tudung yang dipakainya. Itu memang fesyen terkini bagi ibu-ibu masakini yang baru melahirkan.

Semoga bahagia.

Right:
De minah-minah jembus lembus who came to grace the occassion.

As you can see, the main sponsor of this trip is by Kolgate.

Sungguh segar senyuman kami!

That lil prince is not to be forgotten. Showing off his teeth buds.

Never too early to brush with Kolgate Jr!

Next stop, BABY #2:

Adam Zahin, son of Ibrizi n hubby. No individual photo of baby. However, trust me, jus as cute. I've alwez thot that all babies are cute lah. One group photo for keepsake.

No... mommy to Adam Zahin is not the purple one, of cos.. Tu mommy dah basi.

Give it up for Kak Izzy, the one in striking red n orange...

Dan, seperti yang sudah dijangkakan, tidak lepas dengan batik lepasnya. Peysen mak-mak baru bersalin.

Eh Kak Izzy, mana pilis mu?

That's all fer now folks! Till we meet again...

Okay DREBAR! Let's head home...

I'm in the tak-taulah-ape-title-nak-tarok mood

2006-10-03T16:21:00.000+08:00

Thanx a mil peeps for the encouraging words and for makin me feel better. But truth be told, I'm still thinking and thinking. Of what? I'm wondering what it'll be like with 2 kids in tow.

Only when you are a mother you will know what it's like. But then again, every pregnancy, every birth and every child is different. I only had uninterrupted sleep when Daanish was 7 mths. So imagine waking up a max of 5-6 times per nite! It was horricheeble ah.. Alhamdulillah now I can have sleep thru out.

When I had Daanish, evrything changed. I had to fit my schedule to his. When he's awake, he cries and wanna be carried. When he sleeps, the rule is: No Noise. So how to do work?

When going out, one little handbag is a definite no-no. You gotta have a big bag. One say, 5-hr trip to the mall with a 3-mth old Daanish, these are the items you hafta bring:
4 diapers
one set of extra clothings
cloth/towel for his puke (jus in case)
2 milk bottles
milk powder for 3 feeds
hot water tumbler
room-temp water tumbler
wet wipes
tissue
talc powder
minyak telon
diaper rash cream

I think that's abt it.

A lot rite... On top of that, a baby carrier or stroller. So how to travel alone? Imagine going up the bus. One big bag on shoulder, one baby in right arm, one stroller on the left. Esp for clumsy people like me, kalau tak jatuh pun nasib tu. If you do dat everyday, by the time he reaches 5 months, you can have arnold schwarz's biceps.

This is the scenario for only 1 baby. Imagine with 2! I gotta opt for sotong arms oredi.
(That explains why I was bawling like a baby when hubby said he was going to UK.)

And having 2 also means we gotta have a deeper pocket.

I'm a bit skeptical abt hiring maids. Heard so many horror stories. I don wanna pay for more trouble and headaches.

*Takes a deep breath*

Like I said, I'm takin it one day at a time. I'm now just enjoying the company of my little Prince. He and his antics. Now with 2, not 1, but TWO teeth coming up, his hyperactive-ness pun dah menjadi-jadi.

But whatever it is, Daanish, you're my strength, my joy and a blessing to all. Look at him...

Forever blur.

Of coz, a little smile for Mama won't hurt.

"Hey, how come I'm not in that photo!"

"Maybe one day Mama and Baba will make a bigger one for me, only me!"

***

Hey, watcha doin down there little fella?

"Nothing Mama. Just love it when you do the laundry."

"Coz I can do this.."

".. and continue doin... Mmmm... The smell of fresh laundry!"

***

When it comes to nap time....

...it doesn't matter if it's meal time.

***

Yibbedee yibbedee that's all folks!

Toodles!

Everything at one go

2006-09-29T16:04:00.000+08:00

Hubby and UK

Hubby turned down the offer of going to UK cos dear little wifey cannot contain her tears. Wifey just cannot help it. Wifey just gotten over the 1st depression, now comes another one, wifey cannot tahan. If only wifey has 10k buckeroos, then hubby, wifey and ah boy can live happily in UK for that 2 mths.

Wifey DID persuade hubby that he should REALLY take up the offer. But hubby just don want wifey to be sad.

Now wifey is drenched in guilt.

*********

3 Little Bundles of Joy

Congrats to Mun for her baby boy!

Congrats to Kak Izzy for her baby boy!

Congrats to Yany for her baby boy!

Oh boy! Oh Boy! Oh BOYS!

Oh, by the way, did I tell u that this Yany is the sister of our Singapore Idol, Hady Mirza?

Yup. I know her. But neva seen the bro b4 this lah. Onli dat I knew it was her bro rite from the start. Didn't wanna make a big deal then coz didn't know if he's gonna make it or not.

So 2 kali rezeki for Yany di bulan yang mulia ini. Hady Mirza and nephew, Imran Mirza.

Don't believe? I've got proof. I've got photo. But I won't spread it around. That guy's a celebrity now. He's a star. Every pic is worth money. So just let him be.

*********

TooTH!!

Daanish is growing a tooth!!

So happy...

No fever. Just crankiness.

But then, he's alwez cranky what?

Whaddahell. He's a big boy now.

And beginning to have bad breadth in the morn.

Urrgh..

*********

Let the cat out of the bag

Once upon a time, I wrote abt me being depressed and worried over something. I think I'm gettin over it.

I shouldn't worry too much or be depressed.

Why should I be? Instead of being sad, I should be embracing the moment with so much joy and happiness.

It is not fair.

To the baby.

No, not Daanish.

The 2nd one growing in me.

Yes. I'm pregnant.

Again.

It is not fair to this baby that I did not take the news well enough.
It is not fair that the tears that flowed were not the tears of joy.
It is not fair that the good news wasn't spread around like the first.
Ultimately, it is very very unfair that the family doesn't know abt the baby.
Till this day.
And it's been 4 mths now.

It's true. No one in the family is in the know.
Not the parents. Not the in laws. Not the relatives. Well, I told my closest cousin. After abt 3 1/2mths.

They didn't notice (I think)
They didn't ask.
I don't tell.

I don't know how to.
I don't wanna see how they'd react.

I don't think I can take what they are gonna say. If it's gonna be anything negative, I'm goin back to depression.
I know I cannot take what people will say.
I'm not strong.
I think abt what others might say, and I get emo.
I think abt the jokes they will crack, I get emo.

Why am I like this?
I don't know.
I have no answers.
I'm just not ready.

The doctor had told me this:
It's not a matter if you're ready or not.
A person can have a gap of 5, 10 years, if they say they're not ready, they'll never be.
What needs to be changed is the mindset.
Take this not as a test, but as a blessing.
There are other people who are worse off than you.

Rite now, I'm just taking it slow.
I was in denial then.
But I've had my 1st scan last month.
And I'm beginning to accept this as God's willing.

I'll start by sharing this news with more people.

I hope they share my joys and not see my worries.

Come March, I'll have 2.

At age 25.

Good news, Bad news

2006-09-25T17:21:00.000+08:00

Good news:

Congratulations to new mommy, Munira, for delivering safely to a bouncing baby boy on the 25th Sept 06. Today lah tu. May you enjoy motherhood as much as you enjoyed labour.

Bad news:

Hubby's gonna be posted to UK for 2 months. Starting 15th Oct 06.

I so de minah senget

2006-09-18T18:13:00.000+08:00

While I was in de bus, happily makin my way back home at abt 5-ish, I suddenly remembered a joke my colleague told me. It made me laugh silently, like one half past ten cha bor. Lucky no one saw me. If you had seen one girl suddenly laugh or even smile to herself, you would also think she's gone cuckoo rite.

Pulak tu, it made my left contact lens pop out lah seh... Aisey... One half blind nutcase in de bus.

Actually de joke my colleague told me goes like this (n its a true story):

She was talking to her husband regarding sthg lah. Wat that sthg is, I dono. Not important here.

Then the hubby replied sthg (which I also dono what),
and then he said, "You know what I mean?"

And so the wifey (aka my colleague), dengan penuh innocentnya asked, "Sape tu Wak Amin?"

Itulah yang menyebabkan aku tergelak keseorangan....

Kisahnyer....

Anyway, to put back the lens was so OUCH!

And cakap pasal OUCH ni, 2 of my frens are gonna deliver soon. Yey! One, beginnin of Oct, on Children's Day, another end of Oct.

To Munira, who will start a new family and life as a mother, and Kak Izzy, who will complete her boy-girl pair, may you guys have a smooth delivery each. Banyak2lah berzikir dan ingat kepadaNya. Amin.

So happy for them. No more silent nights. Heh heh..

And dat reminds me, I've got to get 2 prezzies for de preggies.

OHMIGOOODNESS....

2006-09-13T13:26:00.000+08:00

My nightmare came true.

Daanish fell off the bed.

I'm such a bad mother....

I shouldn't have left him on the bed. Not even for a second. Running, jogging, sprinting to de kitchen won't help. What I thought will onli take a nanosecond is enough for him to fall off.

As I was running back to my room, I heard the wet wipes box dat I let him play drop to de floor. I was prepared for the worst but I hoped for the best. Then as I turned into my room, I saw Daanish fall head first to the ground and then do a somersault and landed on his back.

Scary I tell you.... I could cry out loud for my baby but of coz dat would scare him even further.

And of coz he screamed. I checked his head. I checked his neck. Daanish look up. Look down. Left. Right. Rubbed his back. Said some prayers to soothe him.

One benjol on de forehead.

That was some frightening incident.

And then it happened again lah. Twice in a day?? How unlucky can u get Daanish??

No not me this time. Not at my place. We went over to my mom's. I went out for a while. He fell off the walker as he was trying to retrieve his toy. This funny boy climbed up the side bars of the walker and of cos it toppled under his weight. Fell smack in de face.

One red nose to add on to the benjol.

Look at dat forehead n nose.

But this boy is one happy boy. Still mischievous. Still rugged. Well... kalau tak kan tak jantan namanya. Takut jadi 'Sutun' kang... Astarafirghullah...

I'm Daanish-less...

2006-09-07T11:28:00.000+08:00

My mother in law kidnapped my son!!!

She came. She went. Zipped off with my Daanish. To Golden Landmark. And that clever little champion boy, knew he's going out, didn't wanna follow me when I stretched out my arms.

Hmpf!

Lain kali, kau jangan tarik-tarik seluar aku lagi eh.. Oh.. bila aku diperlukan, ko datang. Menangis konon. Pegi ko main muzik dengan drum Fisher Price ko di sana, buat ape ko menangis di sini?!

Daanish... come back early k.... mama misses u...

So back to mother in law coming and going. They're gone now. So what does a childless mother do? Well, after walkin up n down the halfway, in and out of the kitchen, dear mother goose suddenly realises that she is aimless and doesn't know what to do. And it took a good 2 minutes of stoning around the house.

Actually I got loads of things to do lah... Just dat with Daanish around, things don get done. Now no more excuses for procrastinating. I can do my laundry, fold the pile of clothes in the basket, cook (yes, cook. de same old dish again), clean the house, wipe the tonne of dust on the fans, etc, etc. See, I have so many things to do...

...

Daanish. Come back.

EMCEE Hammer

2006-09-04T17:16:00.000+08:00

For the first time in the life of me, I emceed a concert.

Never before, not even in my school days, have I done kerja giler ni.

Alah.. Teachers' Day Concert jer... Audience siapa? Si kanak-kanak riang jer...

Sonanglah tu..

I had fun. Co-hosting with another happening as gasing teacher. Poking fun at some of the students. Showing the joker side of this most-of-the-time-no-nonsense teacher. Dancing. singing and laughing with the kids.

Sekali-sekala sewel sket tak jadi masalah lah tu...

I hope the kids, and the teachers, had just as much fun as I did.

Teachers' Day Dinner? Don't bother askin. Held in school. (Yet for another year!) Cooked by the canteen vendor. No show performance. It was just BLAH. I could've spent the time with my precious ones... BUMMER!

One week holiday... Still no plans yet. But I have to get out of S'pore. I need the break! How I wish I could zip off to Ozzie Land again. Sigh...

Have you ever had any of these??

2006-08-29T09:40:00.000+08:00

I changed my phone a few months ago. I feel like changin it again. Coz its not perfect. The sliding mechanism is not smooth. And then, I was struck by this thought. I was thinking about all the previous phones that I've ever had. Have you ever thought of that?

It all began with the humble pager that my friends and I went goo-goo gah-gah about. That was when we were in Sec 3. The year: 1997. Back then, when you have a pager, you up there in the rankings. You're a techie. You're high and above. Basically, you're in.

Although I knew there's no way I could afford one, I decided to have a pager cos my love life was beginning to take off. And those who knew me back then, knew how my parents react to having boys in my life. Quoting from my mom: "Kalau aku nampak kau dgn lelaki aku botakkan rambut kau kat situ jugak!" Man, I believed her alright.

So anyway, to ensure that things will be smooth for Mr Cupid, I got a pager from my friend who wanted to give away hers. All I remember was that her surname is Yap. That's what we called her. So Yap, I dedicate this entry to you. I can't remember what exactly my pager looked like. But it must've looked sthg like this. Except that it was dark blue.

And then, things went pretty well with me n boyfren. So, ingatkan nak sehati sejiwa, we got a new pager. The cool blue MTV pager. Sadly I can't show you the pic cos there's not even a single pic of the cool blue MTV pager. Not even after searching 31 pages of google. *Sulk* I hope some of you can remember the cool blue MTV pager. It's so cool. So blue. Loved it. I was so stupid. I gave the pager to my cousin. Should've kept it. Urgh!

Then I took the giant leap for mankind. Into the mobile world.

Each handphone has a sentimental value. First up, the fridge phone. 'Talipon Esbok'. Second-hand from my uncle. It was huge. But who cares! I had a handphone! Damn proud man..

My First Ericsson.

Although, mine had a huge golden ball at the end of the antenna. How Beng can I be huh?

As time passed, I grew embarassed using the phone in public. I'd rather use the public phone.

One day, saw an ad on tv. I can only remember it was a funny jungle ad. There it was...

Nokia 3310.

I was in love. I could remember convincing my dad how cool the phone was. How the shape is so round that it fits the hand perfectly. How the antenna, hmm, has no antenna. How people would think it's so cool to have the latest phone. I did it. I managed to get him to buy me the phone cos coincidentally, there was a pair deal. So he got one, I got one. Anak bapak... He'll surely give in to my sweet voice, doe eyes and irresistable pout. Heh.

Somehow, I changed to motorola.

It was free. Gotten from somewhr. Not stolen okay...

Nah... Didn't like it.

When I started working part time, the itch to change phone came. I saw the oh-so-gorgeous (then) phone with butterfly-shaped buttons.

The Nokia 8250.

Goodbye Moto. Hello gorgeous. I think it was the best looking black n white phone I ever had. So thin and small. Fits so well on my dainty fingers. Now the phone is still around. I gave it to me daddy. And his 3310? He gave it to me mommy. I think the older phones are tougher than today's. Jus look at the heavy-like-brick 3310. Have dropped so many times and yet its still in good working condition. Lempar kat muka orang terus bisu tu..

Then my boyfren suggested we try samsung. So off we went to get Samsung S300. This was the beginning of our sehati sejiwa phones.

My First Samsung. My first coloured phone. My first flip phone. Oooohh...

Beautiful colours. Better than Nokia's. But still, I wasn't satisfied. Took me some time to adapt to the interface. I can't remember for what reason, but we decided to change.

To the Samsung S500.

Similar. But not the same. It was a bad choice. This was worse. I remembered I hated the SMS function. So long-winded. It was not the same as the previous samsung I had. I had to re-adapt again. So serik. I told myself, the next phone I'm gonna get, it's gonna be Nokia all the way.

It was decided that it'll be Nokia 6610.

Like jakuns we were, we went crazee over all the features the phone had. Camera, Video, Radio. Best of all, it came with a CD whr we could transfer photos, ringtones, do all sorts of stuff to it. Then it started to give problems. Albeit minor ones, like jammed display, slowness n stuff, they were jus excuses to change phones again.

So, tra la la la la, we got the next phone. The sleek n cool Nokia 7620.

I loved it. But there were no CD that came along with it. Just loved the look. The swiggly buttons, the metallic and smooooth exterior. But of coz, no phone lastest more than 18mths with me. Pass your due, I'll be hungry for a new one. But one thing for sure, when I get a phone, I never spend more than 300 smackeroos. I see no point in splurging so much coz I know it'll be gone when the time's up. So that's my one n onli rule.

Next was Nokia 7360. L'amour Series. So feminine. I like!

But then I think this was the shortest duration I had with any phone. I don know why. Only with me for less than 6 mths. It was good lookin no doubt. But it always hang lah. Sometimes the icons disappear also. My Hubby didn't experience that. Maybe I suay lah.

Another reason. Another excuse.. to get a new one!

My thirst for 3G phone has now been quenched with the new Nokia 6280.

Yum yum.. my current phone. So excited. Get free 1st 5min of incoming/outgg video call some more.. So ape lagi.. Jakuns alert!! Hubby n me video called like we own the telecom like dat. Tak nak rugi.. Cuma dalam toilet je belum try. If they wanna invent smell-a-vision, pls don invent smell-a-phone also. If not my hubby will be a bigger annoyance.

SO... That's the story morning glory. Confessions of a phone addict. I wonder what's next. I so wanna get a pda phone. But then I'll hafta break my not-more-than-300-smackeroos. Hmmpf!

DAANISH SCHMAANISH.. fer real now

2006-08-25T16:51:00.000+08:00

I jus realised that I had the title Daanish Schmaanish for the prev entry. The reason being, I had wanted to post some photos of Lill Daanish in that entry. However, becoz of wanting to express my thoughts on my kakis who are not here today, I terforgot about posting the photos altogether.

So anyway, I'm gonna do that now. Fer real.

Ni photos dah lama actually. Tapi tak terpost-post becoz lazy to upload from my hp. Semenjak camera gue dah ditangan panjangkan orang. (Asal boleh je bahasa)
Ok ok.. enough already.

1. Pek-nik @ East Coast

Daanish's first encounter with the deep blue sea. Ok, it wasn't deep. Neither was it blue. Nonetheless, it was the sea. He got scared of the waves and the openness of the sea. Usually he loves water so much. Also, dats not me. It's my mother.

Now with the Baba (black sheep, havyouanywool). After that he cried. Maybe next time we'll try the pool lah Daanish. Ko ni, ape daa..

Sun tanning by the beach. With clothes fully on. Golek tergolek. Then suddenly diam. Den tepok sket je, game over. Penat mem-Baywatch-ing agaknya.

2. Hujan oh Hujan.

The one and onli time he could wear his GAP sweater given by Nanny Icah. Long time jadi penghuni gerobok, sweater pon makin small. So made him wear it as soon as we saw it rained heavily. Funny thing is, top is covered so well, bottom was juz shorts. Well, we're still in hot and humid Singapore isn't it..? Look like Eminem pulak anak aku ni..

3. Highchair Virgin

He juz couldn't keep still. One thing, he still cannot sit upright yet. So everytime he started to sway to the left right front, we had to push him back to position. Or, he would start to chew on the front handlebar. He's a chewer. So our meal @ Cavana Marina Sq was sort of not that peaceful.

So that's it for now. Not too much photos. if not, u all jelak. Nak tengok lebih2, datang jumpa meh. He's 6 months now. He's grown so much. And getting nottier. Cheekiness still thr. Look blurrer than eva. Tapi hemsem tetap ade.

At this stage, he can:

1) crawl. Commando style. Mopping the floor with his T as he moves along.

2) get up on all fours. But can't move forward yet.

3) sing twinkle2 lill star, acapella style, with his parents, in his own language.

4) put everything and anything into his mouth.

5) drool a gallon of saliva a day.

6) climb up the side of his playpen.

7) make a pathetic face to melt people's hearts so that they will carry him.

8) bully other kiddies verbally. And if within his reach, physically.

9) break dance. Will post one picture one fine day.

10) smile sheepishly until you wanna squish him into a juicy pulp and make into delicious sauce.

That's my boy.

Daanish Schmaanish

2006-08-25T07:57:00.000+08:00

You mite be wondering what the heck am I doin, blogging so early in the mornin. Well, it's 7.55am, and I'm waiting for class, and I wanna break away from markin paper, and it's a such a shitty mornin when ur kakis are not here.

Mdm Hus Kus BaGus.....!!!
Mdm Irritating Irda......!!!

Why must the both of u be on MC on the very same day?!?!?!?

Oh tidaakk...

Eh you all ah, wan to mc also never tell me.
I is very sad.
I should mc also.

Oh dear, I have a toothache. It's very painful.. Ahh...
Now stomach ache... Aduh...

It's such a shitty mornin.

And it's gonna be a looonnnggg day today...
Hey hey..
Yippedee doo dah day....
I wish Datuk K was gay.

If it makes me happy....

2006-08-24T16:28:00.000+08:00

I wish I can turn back time.

I wish!

I wanna go back to secondary life!
Minus the exams and the dreaded 'o's of coz.

I wan to be able to run...

from my bio supp class. From the teacher, Ms Leong, the old spinster, who spits fire and sreamed "Stupid girls!" and "Go to hell!" like nobody's business. And suddenly became as sweet as my mom's dadeh when it was nearing Teachers' Day. And then went back to "You stupid girls!" and whatnots after that. How plastic.

from Mass Run on thursday. So instead of running from the parade sq to outside school, Hasibah and I made a detour up the staircase to the third level of the building and hid under the study tables and pushed in the chairs. We curled ourselves under and hibernated for about 15 minutes, and then quickly made it to class with the rest. We looked like we'd run for a mile alrite. Sweat trickling from the forehead. Becoz of the heat under the tables. Lucky never die of suffocation thr. If not, wat a malu-ating death.

down the Rotunda with my paint brush in my mouth, freshly painted drawing and pallette in my right hand, cup of dirty water on my left, unzipped bag on my back and with a few others who sports the same do. To Art class of coz. It's a ritual every week. The onli diff every wk is the things I carry. Sometimes it's wet glue, bits and pieces of paper, scissors etc.

to the library after school. Hold that thought. I'm no bookworm. In fact I stay as far away as I can from those perfectly binded schmazzies. I go for the comps. To chat! IRC, Alamak, Yahoo, you name it, I've chat it. Good news came when they built the Internet Cafe in the canteen. But that one, security a bit tighter. No privacy. No good. So seldom go thr.

to the canteen for recess. Need I say more? I see it happenin in primary schools, it doesn't change when in single sex schools. Co-ed, a bit pai seh. Got boys mah.. Sekali fall down how?

after boys... Nah... this is the one thing that didn't happen. We had pride. And dignity. But we do look around. Cuci mata. Mat palang ade, mat bus stop, mat koboi, lalat, usher, dan lain2 lagi.

Sigh...

Those were the days...

I wish I can go through it again.

This is for you girls.

Till we meet again...

My Therapy

2006-08-16T09:03:00.000+08:00

Been a long time since I last blogged. Just couldn't find the time. Or maybe just plain lazy.

Been shopping. Hahah..

2 straight days. With the same person. Went to the same place. Double Hahah-ness.

Taka Sq havin a Baby Fair now. So wat can a mother do with all the baby bonus that came rolling in juz at the right time?

SHOPPING!!

Mdm Hus Kus BaGus, thx for being a GREAT shopping kaki. Tapi gua tak leh angkat lu nyer corniness and lameness and kentalness ah. Tapi kalo shopping senyap2 pun macam orang tak betol jugak kan? So lookin fwd to more rendevous with you. Muahahah..

But I think I gotta go thr for a 3rd consecutive (dono how to spell) day. Coz the sandals I bought for Lill Daanish fit him just nice. Won't be able to last long. Wastage.

Or is it juz another excuse to go to town again? Doesn't matter.

I also bought meself MAC cosmetics. My first make-up splurge. And then before that, bought a new camera to replace my stolen one. Still sad over the loss. *muka kemek jap*

So now I can upload more Daanish photos. I know u all long time neva see him rite.. I tell u, he's growing so fast.

Now he's crawling. Commando style. You can also call it leopard crawl. I think I shall not waste his talent. I shall put on a nice cotton T for him so that he can wipe my floors. I think that magic clean wipe thingy will be a betta option.

He's still putting everything into his mouth. Food, toys, books, toes, hands (not fingers, mind you!), remote, towels, corners of pillows and all sorts of stuff lah. Messy boy!

Oops. There goes the bell. Gotta chao!

Will be back again.

Dah jatuh ditimpa tangga...

2006-07-13T10:30:00.000+08:00

Apakan daya... Nasib sungguh tak menyebelahi daku..
(Jiwangnya aku.. takbleh angkat!!)

Back to de point. I lost my digicam yesterday. Actually someone stole it. Just a little carelessness on my part and this is the price I have to pay.

It saddens me that someone in school can actually sneak into the classroom and steal it. It was my mistake. I left in a basket on the table and forgot to take it when I got out. 1 hr later, it was gone.

It's not the camera that I care. It's the pictures I have in it. All photos of my little one since he was 1 mth. Now he's already 5 mths old n there's no way I can get back the photos. The camera may be replaceable, but the photos are priceless. I had taken and collected month by month photos of Daanish for my photo frame. Now what do I have left? It really saddens me.

I searched high n low, in n out throughout the whole school, hoping to miraculously find it somewhere. But all to no avail. I asked the teachers, the security, the school attendants. But no one seem to see it anywhere.

The thief must be really quick n cunning. The temptation must be too great. The chance to own a new sleek camera must be too irresistable. Too hard to let go.

If I can talk to the thief, I wish I can say, you can have the camera but please return me the photos. I beg of you. Please... This is a desperate plea from a mother who yearns to have a keepsake of her baby. Why must you be so cruel?

I can say no more. With each passing minute, each passing hour, the hope of getting back my camera depletes. There's not even 1 second that I can forget about the photos.

Again, it's not about the camera. It's the photos that I desperately want back.

And again, I'm not having any good rest. Couldn't sleep thinkin about the incident. How can I be so careless? How can someone in school be so cruel?

AAARRGGHHH!!!!

What de fuck. It was my fault. Why cry over spilled milk?

After that day, I was supposed to go shopping with my fren, Ain, but becos she got off work late, we didn't meet.

Ain got a COACH wristlet too. Welcome to the club beb! Yang lain tu bila lagi? Huh? Huh? HUH?

Nice right, Ain??? So happy for u. So happy for me. I know you lookin at ur COACH now and smiling like kambing rite?? Admit it! Coz I did. Haha. They ought to gimme commission for advertising their product on my blog and for making a sale. Like sell tupperware like that... It would've been a good therapy if I'd gone with u.

But Kiddy Palace is good enough. Hey, when it comes to retail therapy, the place does not matter. Shopped myself crazy with a colleague of mine. Thanks Hus for accompanying me. I tell you, when mothers shop, it's always child over self. Correct not Hus?

So anyway, back to reality. Going to school really breaks my heart now. As I walk to the classroom, canteen, staff room, toilet, where ever, I would glance at the bushes, on top of cupboards, behind tables, in the dustbin, practically everywhere lah. Just hoping that I can find it. Hoping that the thief mite hide it somewhr 1st b4 bringin back, for fear of being spotchecked. Hoping that anyone, anywho, anyhow, somehow I can get it back.

Still hoping... Till I can't hope no more...

I love the 12th

2006-07-11T09:08:00.000+08:00

It PAY DAY tomorrow...!!!

Like finally..

SALARY

+

BONUS

+

xtra $220

_____________________________
= FAT BANK ACCOUNT
___________________________

Ahh...
Life can bring u to the dumps sometimes,
but this is just one of those things that
can make any tom, dick or harry smile
like kambing.

Come Mr. Tomorrow...

Lai...

Thou shalt maketh me a happy woman

I'm not strong..

2006-07-08T11:20:00.000+08:00

Been very depressed lately. My mind's in a mess. I've been thinking about so many things and getting myself stressed up over them.

Kita hanya boleh merancang, tetapi Tuhan yang menentukan. If He wants something to happen, it will happen. Kun fa ya kun.

Nobody can understand what I'm going through. They can onli say they do, but they don't. People can say so many things, in front of you, and behind your back. But they can never understand what's going on.

Nobody will know how many sleepless night I've had. Nobody knows how often these tears have flowed down the cheeks, on the pillows, in the day, at night, in my prayers... Not even the one who sleeps beside me every night. Only God knows.

I'm an emotional wreck. I refuse to believe that this is depression. But I think I'm mentally and physically tired.

It can get tough juggling family life and career. It doesn't help that Daanish still wakes up in the middle of the night. Just last night he woke up 4 times. I envy mothers who have an easy time taking care of their babies. I'm not complaining. This is not the reason for my mental unstability. In fact, he's such a joy to be with. I love playing with him. He's the cause for my smiles and laughter. I love him so much. I do believe babies who are difficult to take care of now, will make your life easy when they grow up. I'm one.

Yeah really. I can't recall how many bzgegillion times I hear my mom telling people how I wail every time it's sunset. How often I wake up at night. How I can cry for hours non-stop. How she fainted at work coz she didn't have enough rest. How she handled me by herself coz dad was too scared to carry babies. He still is scared. He does not lift even a finger of newborn babies, and only will carry when they are strong enough to crawl.

So anyway, I'm not complaining. This is just pouring out of the heart.

I'm in a fragile state of mind. Tears can just flow.

Thanks to a colleague of mine for listening. Coz we share our problems. Yesterday we went out to town. And what do girls do when they are depressed? Shop!

Retail therapy works wonders for us girls. Agree?

We popped into boutiques just to window shop at first. And then we saw, and we fell in love. With this:

A COACH wristlet. The new arrival.

We got so excited. Like school girls. So embarassing. But who the hell cares! I got one. She got one. I'm happy. She's happy. Coz the price is so affordable. For me at least. I have a family, so can't really splurge much. And I'm not a material girl sort. So this is like something special. I'll always remember the reason behind buying this wristlet.

After that, I was happy. At least until I got home. Coz as I sit there all alone in the bus, I started to think again. Of my worries.

What am I to do? I pray to God to give me strength to go through this period of my life.

Ugly Naked Guy

2006-06-21T17:30:00.000+08:00

I saw one!

Just now...

while on the bus..

Ewwww.....................!!!

Where? Jurong East. Below the MRT track. In the wide open space. He was standing near one of the many pillars. Like as if no one can see like dat! Hell-lo.....

I could see you. The WORLD can see you for goodness sake! 360 degrees of you and your manhood. Stupid asshole.

What the heck were you thinking? Pulling down your pants to your knees and checking out your tinkie-winkie?

No, I don't think you were taking a piss there. Why do you need to bend?

No, I'm not a pervert. I didn't stare. I just did a double take. Ok, triple. Only because I wanted to make sure of what I saw. It was very far lah. I was in the bus. As the bus turn into the interchg, I was sure. I saw an ass.

Oh gross. It's still fresh in my mind.

Urgh.

Sadly...

2006-06-19T16:31:00.000+08:00

My little prince is sick today... What a pitiful sight. With smeared mucus all over face, mouth consistently open for breathing, that big round eyes has turned Garfield-ish, coughing every now and then, body temp slightly high...

My heart sudah picah man...

Blame me. Blame Mama. I spread the virus to him. Actually I spread to the Baba 1st. get well soon my lovelies.

On another note, my short crop ain't that bad after all. After some styling of my own, I can now accept my do. I think I can style better than that blue-haired hairdresser ah-lian.

Eh Lian, want me to take over your job not? I can style better than you lor... Don beeleeve ah? Ask my lah-ling lah.. He sure say han-nor, han-nor, HAN-NOR..!

On another note, holiday's ending. Semester 2's starting. It's oredi back to work for some teachers (including yours truly). Time flies when you're having fun aye... To all teachers: Happy going back to school.

Okie dokie.. little prince has risen from his slumber. Allow me to now take on the role of the doting mother. Come here buchuk buchuk cayang ala la la la....

Why is this Internet thingy in Chinese?

2006-06-15T15:08:00.000+08:00

As I entered into the Net world, I found out that suddenly I can read Chinese.

Nah...

So what's up with this? I'm now using my sis' pc. Never knew she could read Chinese. I don know how the heck I can change the language. Have tried all I knew. Internet options, encoding, refreshing, rebooting... doesn't seem to work. So now I'm just guessing my way through the net. Clicking all the usual buttons.

Anyway, went to my bro's place yest with my parents n sis to get sthg. My 1++yr old niece gave us all a huge shock. Not terrified shock. Happy shock. Funny shock.

As we came in through the door, this was what we saw....

(Okay, I had to try 4 times to get the picture to upload. I should've taken Chinese.)

Anyway... isn't that so funny and cute. She was slumped on the sofa fast asleep. I was told by her mom (aka my sis-in-law) that she was happily shaking her butt on the sofa. The next thing they knew, that happened.

It didn't last long though. My mom's attempt to put her on the mattress resulted in the girl waking up stunned to see everyone laughing at her. She laughed too.

She's one kooky nutcase I tell ya. She can laugh out loud for no apparent reason and play peekaboo even when no one's watchin.

Then her mom made her wear this...

And she happily posed for the camera.

So that's that. Now gotta get back to work. Gotta figure out my way through these alien instructions and buttons. Hmmm...

I cutted my hair...

2006-06-14T17:14:00.000+08:00

...and I hate it.

I hate my short crop. It's too short for my liking. I've done short dos before, many times in fact, and it's only 1 time that I love it. I can't even remember where I did it.

So now I've to wait for it to grow. And my hair grows painstakingly SLOW..

Lucky for the tudung, I can hide it. If not, how can I face the world??

(Sorry hubby, you gotta bear with this ugly duckling for a short while ya.)

Daanish had a good laugh when he saw me. Maybe he was sayin this: Mama, you look so... Bahahahahahahahahahah...

And he was so noisy the whole afternoon. He was shouting for God knows what.
Here's he.

Ta daa....

2006-06-12T13:11:00.000+08:00

And I'm back once again.

It's been, what? 4 mths? That's a bloody long vacation from blogosphere.

Well, I'm a mom now. (Yikes!)

What can I say? The song works (refer to prev entry). I recommend those who wanna have an early and smooth delivery to chant the song as many times as u can. Yeah rite!

Do drop by My Photo Album. It's been updated. Latest pix available.

So back to the present now. Having my hols. But pretty boring this time. I don't think there's anywhere we can go. It's packed everywhere. Last minut preps for a vacation is never good. Most prolly I'll just be a good citizen and contribute to Singapore's economy.

Oh ya. Have you seen the crowd?? I tell you, it's hell out there. GSS really makes Orchard a hazard. Forget about pushing your stroller through the crowd at Wisma-Taka gantry. It's like fighting a battle man..

But we women are strong. Nothing can compare to childbirth. GSS War? I say Bring It On!!

Song Title : Baby Please Come Out...

2006-02-06T08:26:00.000+08:00

Yup. That's the IT song of the moment. It goes like this:

Baby, baby please come out
Please come out
Please come out
Today

Yeah. Easy schmizzie. U can sing it in any tone u like. Any tune. Any rhythm. Heck, u can even change the lyrics as long as the jist of the song is still thr. It's freestyle.

And ya. I WANT THIS BABY TO BLOODY COME OUT FROM THIS BELLY OF MINE!!!

I'm at my 9th month. How time flies. It's getting tiring. I'm not having comfortable sleep. My back aches so much. I look like a penguin when i walk. I get cranky all the time becoz of this. Poor hubby... He's been such a darl all this time I'm having my moment. My moment of PNS - pre-natal syndrome.

Baby... I want u to come out. Today's good. 06.02.06.

My colleague had hers.

CONGRATS Hus for a bouncing 3080g baby girl!!!

Ok now baby, tell me. When is it gonna be ur turn? Huh? U're due 04.03.06, which is abt a month from now. But Mommy can't wait sweety. Don't get all too comfy in thr and wait till it's due. Come out early. Like, how bout now? Or on the 10th when Daddy's got his pay. Don't come on the 23rd. U don't wanna make Mommy writhe in pain on the labour ward on her birthday, do you?

Here's a few good dates: 06.02.06(today), 08.02.06, 10.02.06(Daddy's pay day), 12.02.06(Mommy's pay day), 14.02.06(V-Day), 16.02.06, aiyah.... let's cut it short. Mommy like even-number dates. So any even dates before Mommy's B-Day, orait.

Today seem like a good day. Please baby come out...

Alas!

2006-01-28T10:09:00.000+08:00

Gimme a second while I clear these webs..

Okie dokie. Let me see.. Whr should I start. It's been a long time since I last blogged.

Nothing much happened. Just busy with work. Really busy. 4 days of holiday this weekend but still bombarded with work. It can never end. It never will.

Handling the P1s and P2s can be so draining. it's already tiring enuff walkin up and down the stairs with this big belly of mine.

And talkin abt belly, it's huge now. I'm in my 8th mth now. 34 weeks to be exact. That's like 8 and half mths liao... I'm scared. And anxious. And scared again. Now I can literally see the movements of my belly. Sometimes, a part of it will be oddly jutting out. I guess that's whr the leg is. Then I will tickle tickle and it will move again. Ahhh... the joys of pregnancy. It has its pains too, tho. Sleep-deprived. Back-breaking moments. Numbness of the legs. Cranky schmanky. Emotional wreck. Ahh... Hormones.... Blame the hormones...

Just can't wait to see this baby of mine. I wonder how he/she will look like. Hopefully like me! Muahahah...

Woes

2006-01-05T15:19:00.000+08:00

Now's my break time... and I juz can't resist writing about this p1 student of mine.

He's a bit... how should I put it... hmm.. slow. It's the third day of school now and he's still blur.

Every Malay lesson, all the Malay kids from his class will be lining outside the class religiously and march to the Malay class. Which is, by the way, jus next door. And every single time, he will still be found rooted to his seat in his class.

So every Mother Tongue lesson, I will have the Chinese teacher bringing this stray kiddo to me.

I told the senior Malay teacher abt this kid. She suggested that I interview him. Jus ask simple question.

Ok fair enough.

Here's how the interview went:-

Me: So, Kiddo (name changed to protect his identity. duh!), where do you live?

Kiddo: Mmm.. in a block.

Me: Okay.. but where?

Kiddo: There. (points sumwhr)

Me: Is it C (an estate in S'pore)?

Kiddo: Ya.
(all the while not maintainin eye contact)

Me: So what do you do at home?

Kiddo: Mmmm... (thinking..)

Me: At home, what do you always do? (notice tt it's still de same qn)

Kiddo: Mmmm... (still thinkin...)
...
... (after 10 sec of workin his neurons)
Make roti prata! (complete with his gleaming smile)

Me: (dumbfounded. could not carry on with the interview. told Kiddo to sit.)

What am I to do....?

First Day Jitters

2006-01-03T17:47:00.000+08:00

What a start of the school year...

First day of school and I'm as blur as the P1 kiddos.

Guess wat?
I was late for work!
Yup, LATE.

I looked at the timetable and happily thot that I start work at 1230. But what big mistake! It was for Monday u toot! Today is freakin Toosday... Class starts at 10! If my colleague hadn't made that call, I would've happily took my time munchin my breakfast away at McD's. Talk about being a better teacher this year! Hmpf.

So yup, missed 1 bloody period of Art with the P3s. Sampai kelas, berpeloh-peloh macam nak rakk. Nasib baik budak pun gondrong. Takde lah kena gossip. Kalaulah aku ajar budak besar, dah kena stamp Cikgu Selenger. Itu pun macam understatement gitu.

So, that's the story of my first day at school in 2006. Hope that the following days to come, I'm not as sotong as today.

2005, It's Been A Great Pleasure Having You!

2006-01-01T09:46:00.000+08:00

Can you smel it people? *takes a long deep breath*
Can you? Can you?

2006 is here!!!

So long 2005... But wat a year that has been. So many big happenings... It's been a fruitful year wif events that have made big impacts on my life. The jist of it being the changes in my status. From singlehood, to being a wife, at the same time a daughter-in-law and then mom-to-be.

Here's a breakdown of what has happened in 2005:

=JANUARY=
1. Got married at the start of the New Year!
2. Trip 1 - Destination: Kuala Lumpur

=February=
3. 1st birthday as a wifey. Mr K got me a watch.
Nothing really significant happened here. Busy with school and NIE practicum.

=March=
Again, not a very happening month. Slogging thru my NIE practicum.

=April=
4. End of practicum, Start of Exams!
5. Mr K's 1st birthday as a hubby. Can't recall what I got him pulak. Pardon my peanut-sized memory.

=May=
6. School posting! Got me into a school with kecoh people, people I am familiar with and people I enjoy workin with.
7. 1st day @ school... as a teacher, that is.

=June=
Most happening month.
8. GRADUATED FROM NIE!!! Officially start thinkin like a teacher. Officially start work as a teacher.
9. PTPS Staff Retreat - Changi Village Hotel
10. Trip 2 - Destination: Pulau Tioman
11. Trip 3 - Destination: Pulau Sibu
12. Investiture Ceremony... Wore the gown and stuff. So proud. Parents also proud. Everybody proud. Actually nothin to be so proud of lah. No mortarboard. Is it right? Mortarboard? Alah.. the flat hat with the dangling thingie..

=July=
13. Got the news that I'm gonna be a MOM!!! And Mr K's gonna be a DAD!! Alhamdulillah... Best news ever..
14. Saw my baby for the 1st time.. as a foetus.

=August=
Nothin much. Busy week. Prelims n PSLE Oral n stuff.
15. Except for this: We Bought a New Car!!

=September=
16. Felt baby's 1st move. Excited schmited.
17. 1st Teacher's Day. Dinner was a bit crappy tho'.

=October=
Really busy month for teachers.
18. Children's Day celebration.
19. PSLE
20. PSLE Marking. Made great bunch of frens there. Time passed really fast even tho we were bored to death.
21. Exam period for the rest of the kiddies.
22. Had an accident 3 days prior to Hari Raya on the highway on our way back fr hari raya shopping at Geylang. Alhamdulillah baby n Mommy n Daddy are safe. Only a dent on the car n our pockets. Scary one there if you think of the worst that can happen.

=November=
23. Got back the car after repairs. Jus in time for 1st Hari Raya as a wifey, daughter-in-law, sister-in-law and mommy-to-be.
24. Knew the gender of my baby!!
25. Release of PSLE results. Felt a great satisfaction of being a teacher.
26. Gathering with the Crescent bunch.
27. Meet up wif Ain (at long, long last!)

=December=
28. Trip 4 - Destination: Melbourne Australia!
29. 1st New Year's Eve wif Mr K. Lookin forward for what 2006 can offer us.

So there you go.

Ungraciousness in Her Full Glory

2005-12-29T10:46:00.000+08:00

What has a pregnant woman got to do to get a seat in the trains????

Well, maybe if I was travelling on a train a few months back I can understand that I mite be mistaken for jus another fat girl. But now, in my full 7 mths 2 weeks bloatedness, can't they not see that I'm pregnant??

For 3 trips now, I wasn't offered a seat in the train. I'm pissed. Am I not entitled to one? Huh, people?!

I'm sorry, maybe you able-bodied people need the seats more than us.

To that guy with the bulging biceps creeping out from your sleeves, ya, u sure need that seat. After all that pumping and sweating, I'm sure those muscles on ur arms n legs are good only for show. It will buckle under the pressure of standin up for ur journey ya?

To those kids in uniforms, I'm sure after all that studyin will make u tired. Sitting down in your classrooms for 6 hrs straight can be so demanding. And also, that bag full of books is oh so heavy on your young shoulders isn't it??

To the working adults in smart, crispy officethingies, I pity that you have to stay up all nite in this career-driven society that you just have got to sleep in the trains.

To the lady all dressed up so poshly for your boss, thanks for pushing me while I was getting off the train. Why don't I jus wear skates so that it'll be easier for you. And you lady, who did de same while I was steppin on the escalator. Why don't I jus roll and tumble down, huh? It's faster that way.

To the apek who's busy digging for gold. No thanks. I wouldn't want your seat. Jus plain eww..

To those busy sms-ing, reading newspaper, yakkin on the phone, daydreamin, staring on the floor trying to avoid eye contact with me (if only u got laser eyes. the hole you can create on the floor will be good for you to jump into). To these people, I have to say, go to school. Once u learn to recognize the alphabet, practise reading the yellow sign board u can find above one of the seats. Can't seem to see it? Then you ought to get your eyeballs dug out, poked into a skewer, marinated with bbq sauce, grilled and fed to the dogs.

Oh ya, if u were wonderin why we pregnant people can't take the cab if we really wanted a seat, then can u explain the atrocious driving habits those cabbies have? Sudden brakes, jerking driving, swerving in and out of lanes, changin of lanes without signalling, juz to name a few.

So thanks people for being such gracious Singaporeans. We sure need people like you around.

To all expecting ladies, I share your plight.

p/s: This is just a sincere comment from a pissed pregnant lady who juz took the train 2 days ago after a long time. The experience made her realise that more and more Singaporeans are ugly. No intentions to make a big hoohah out of this.

The One with the T-shirts From Oz

2005-12-25T10:14:00.000+08:00

Juz wanna show these 3 T-shirts I got from Australia for my babe...
So cute I tell ya... Macam nak gigit-gigit jer..

Very 1st T-shirt.
Surfer Baby!

This one's cute. It says : I got my looks and my brains from MUM... and this T-shirt from DAD.
Haha.. Funny ya.

And then this one's a gift from Aunt Lydia (aka my cousin).

Expensive baby this one.

So, as u can see, 2 more months to go and I've not done that much shopping for the baby. Rilek... Mai kan cheong... Won't be buying much stuff anyway coz I think baby's outgrow their clothes very fast. Don't waste money. Even tho the temptation is great when u see all those oh-so-cute-itsie-bitsie-teeny-weeny clothes, u gotta hold back. U juz got to. Sigh...

Fotoz! Fotoz!! And more Fotoz!!!

2005-12-21T11:55:00.000+08:00

To view photos of the Gathering with Crezzie Buddies, click here.

To view photos of the Raya Outing with NIE Mates, click here.

To view photos of my Trip Down Under, click here, and here.

(However, this one's not complete. Got tired of selecting those beautiful fotoz, den waiting for those gorgeous fotoz to upload, den rearranging those marvellous fotoz whr rearranging needs to be done, den typing in catchy captions to those fabulous fotoz, den making sure I don't name the places in those fantastic fotoz wrongly... So now I'm tired. Will continue some other time.)

To view the photo album in general coz you probably have nothin betta to do and love looking at pretty and good looking people, click here.

WARNING

Some photos may cause displeasure and discomfort for some viewers due to the picturesque view and bloody gorgeous people. Side effects may include green eyes, sweaty palms and dripping saliva. Do take the necessary precautions.

This Should've Done Like Eons Ago

2005-12-20T10:40:00.000+08:00

These are events that happened before de Ozzie trip. Due to de lack of time (busy packin n school meetings n stuff), I had no time 2 update my blog. So, here are de jist of events that happened...

THE ONE WITH THE CREZZIE BUDDIES

Been a long time since I last met them. So hard to get us to meet up. With work n other commitments... So this time Raya we decided to have it at my place, n my place onli. Kinda Raya cum yearly gathering cum housewarming thingy for us. First time for them to view my humble abode. By that time, my house is already abt 1 year old.

And I cooked... Yeah rite..! Asked mom to cook fried rice n all I had to do is just pick it up from her place. But I DID prepare a few things.. Like calamari, fried chicken n some other stuff.. Ok half true. I did not exactly prepare them coz why go thru all de hassle when things can be bought marinated and floured. All that was left to do was fry, fry, fry...

Thanks girls for the gift...

Pots n Pans.. Hmmm... Telling me that I should start learnin to cook is it??? Okay... okay... I know it's about time. Soon okay, soon.

THE ONE WITH AIN N HUBBY

No pix for this one but had a great time nonetheless. Went over to her place. So jealous. So much bigger and so much cheaper than ours. Makes me n Hubby come to a conlusion that we will really move after we're done with the 5 years.

But our house is in the ELITE location *snobbish tone*

It's in the TOWN area. It costs $4 to get to Far East in a cab in like less than 10 minutes! Wow!! *widens eyes*

Pfft!

Okay.. that's about all that I can brag about. Aniwei Ain, nice place u got there. So aniwei aniwei, as we were abt to leave, I suggested to hubby that we should go makan. Baby hungry at 12 midnite. Ain n Hubby was okay wif de idea so we took off to Al-Azhar at bt Timah. Or was it Al-Ameen. I alwez get confused wif these 2.

So the double date went on till 2 in the morn, chattin abt everythin under the sun, or rather moon, over hot crispy prata n drinks. I hope this makes up for all the time we lost n all the cancellations n postponements. But you still haven't been to my place, Ain. But it's ok. You can wait till I get a bigger house yeah... heh heh..

THE ONE WITH DE NIE MATES

(By now, my fingers, hands n arms are sore with all that typing. So let's cut this short.)

This year went to only selected houses due to time constraint and also because we don wanna rush too much. After a long time not meetin, we should juz spend more time chattin than travellin. Also, I had to a plane to catch de next day, so don wanna tire this Pregnant Lady too much. If not, cranky habis.

Had a fabulous time at Zub's, grrreat time at Kak Izzy's, fantabulastix time at mine and superlupous time at Daya's.

I know girls, I've said this a gazillion times, but I shall say this again.

I COOKED BUBUR PULUT HITAM!!

It was good. No, it was SUPERLY-DELICIOUSLY-YUMMY bubur pulut hitam. To my standard at least. Well, it DID taste like bubur pulut hitam rite.. and not sthg else.. That I'm proud. And I also prepared egg mayo n tuna sandwiches. Also got jelly cocktail... which my mom did.

Amazing feat for a pregnant lady who doesn't cook. Yeah!

Happy faces can atest to that. See...

A different thing altogether, here's Daya (on the left) searchin high n low for her missing car keys. Someone hid it. Not me. I don do all that stuff anymore. I'm a good citizen. Aniwei Zub (on the rite), good acting. See the worried look on her face.

All in all, we had a good time..

SMILE!!

G'DAY MATE!

2005-12-19T08:48:00.000+08:00

I'm baaacckkk....

From Ozzie Land..
(That explains de tonnes of dust here Hus..)

What a good trip!

Now Mr Hubby and I are thinkin of migrating there.

I'm serious, people.

No joke.

Somewhere in the future..

We'll have to weigh de pros n cons.

Aniwez.. Don feel like boring u peeps abt my trip there.

Will juz upload de pix soon n let u guys salivate n drown yourselves in it..

Muahhahahahaha...

ps: I would like to welcome Raihan aka Bawang to the blogging world. Good to have u girlfren!!

Our Baby...

2005-11-22T15:52:00.000+08:00

Announcing the arrival of our first baby...
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Yea baby yea....

First day of Raya. Me @ 6 mths. With hubby and 3 mth old 'baby'.

Even tho momma-in-law say its onli a keledek, but keledek bukan sebarang keledek ya...

It will GETZ u there man!

For more Raya fotoz, pls go to Lizzipix. Too basi to be put up here lah.

Own time, own target, VIEW.

Compren! Compren! Compren!

2005-11-21T11:23:00.000+08:00

I want to complain!

Definitely disappointed with the food they served for my school's 60th anniversary last Friday nite. It is supposed to be a GRAND nite. So being the typical Singaporean who adores food, I came with such high expectations. Even though some of us, including me, sampled the food beforehand, and thought it was ok, I still have this tinge of hope and assurance that the food will be better on the actual day.

Boy, was I duped!

Appetizer
The satay tasted okay even though it looked uncooked to me. Never have I seen satay of that colour. A tad too cold. Not something that will make my eyes tear and mouth salivate with anticipation.
No pix for this cos I thought better things will come our way.

Main Course
Till now, a huge bubble is wandering above my head.

Why de hell do they serve the Fried Rice last?

By that time, all of us were oredi pissed with the service, or the lack of it, the rock-will-taste-better food and the holey table cloth that looked like the wash-n-wear diaper. Well, at least that was how I thought and felt.

Aniwez, let's start from the top.

First came the Black Pepper Beef.
After tasting, question is, did they forget to put the black pepper? The taste of soy sauce was more prominent. So let's call it Soy Sauce Beef.

Then came the Honey Lemon Chicken.
Sweet, yes. Soury, not so. Chicken so soggy.

By this time I was wonderin when the Rice will come. It's nicer to eat these dishes with the rice isn't it? And so we waited.

And then came Chop Choy.
Veggie so soft, I can let a toothless grandma swallow without choking. And I thought Chop Choy should contain more than just big chunks of broccoli, cauliflower and thickly-cut carrot. And the taste? OMG, what taste?
I can cook better veggie.

Still wondering when the Rice will come.
Still holding on to a strand of hope that food will be better.
Stomach full with punch that I gulped down, trying to drown the taste. Oh ya, what taste?

Next was Chilli Fish
One word. Ewww.
Ok, I can't juz describe with one word. It was soggy, uncooked, weird-tasting, flaky, floury. What the fish?!?!

By then, we asked for the rest of the dishes to be served at one go. Coz we were all feelin full and pissed. Or was it jus me?

So came the Butter Prawns

Hello... We sampled the Fried Butter Prawns and we liked the FRIED BUTTER PRAWNS. You gave us what I don't know. Wrong dish. Smaller prawns. We were shortchanged. We were duped.

ALAS, came the Fried Rice. The star of the show. Even though we were full, we were still lookin fwd to the Rice. Coz during the tasting, it tasted the best.

I had the honour of diving into the rice first.

Boy, did I regret.

The Rice was clumpy. It lacked spices. It lacked eggs. During the tasting, the fella was generous with the eggs. I want my eggy fried rice!

Of coz, we din finish the rice. Some did not even touch it.

By the time it was dessert, I lost all hope. I gave up. I wanted to go home.

This was dessert.

What is it? Longan and Mango Pudding.

Beats me.

So, that was the dinner. " Linger-fickin' ".

We left with unfinished, wasted food.

Yahoo!!!

2005-11-17T14:28:00.000+08:00

It's over!!

School's over!!!

Today is the last day with the kids. And found out that instead of going home only at 5pm today, I can chao oredi at 1pm!! Best last day of my lyf..

I SURVIVED.... I survived year 2005 with them. Will miss them.... NOT!

Maybe a little for the 6EM3s that I took. Especially after the successful dikir performance she put up. Although not authentic dikir material but still deserves the applaud. I hope they get to move on to the secondary schools of their choice. Partly becoz I don't wanna see them rascals again next year. Go make some other teachers have sleepless nites... *evil laff*

***

As for me, will be gone half of december for my honeymooooon. Yeah rite. U wish, Liz.

The whole gang schmang will be tagging along. Bleurgh!

My destination? Somewhere down under...

To those not going anywhere this hols, happy rotting and collecting maggots here in sunny Singapore! *another evil laff coming* Baaahahahhhahahahahahah!

***

I'm starting to find a name for my dear baby. I'm still not telling if it'll be an Ahmad or Siti, Mamat or Minah, John or Jane, Joyah or Joned, Pandir or Petom etc.

All I'm gonna say is dat most prob it will begin with either one of these letters: A, D, E, H, I, K, L, M, N, Q, R, S, T, Y.

Why not B?
Coz it jus won't sound rite to me. I think it will sound crude. There are many vulgarities dat begin with B. Badigol so'od, biskot, bachin to name a few. The milder few. So B is out.

Why not C?
Not many choices. Those with beautiful meanings doesn't sound that nice.

Why not F?
Becoz, Malays being Malays, will be lazy with the pronunciation. F will be P. Fandi = Pandi, Fizah = Pizah, Fuad = Poad, Fauziah = Poziah. So definite off the list for F.

Why not G?
See 'C'.

Why not J?
I know I'm stereotyping, but when I think J, I think Joyah, Joned, Jenab, Joe Jambol, Jongos, Jamal Wak Tongkol etc. Obit names. So, sorry J.

Why not O?
See 'C'.

Why not P?
P just sounds like a pelat F. And also, from my knowledge, Arabic names or to be more specific, in the Arabic alphabet, the 'p' sound does not exist. So, any names beginning or containing 'p' does not originate from the Arabic world.

Why not U,V,W,X?
See 'C'.

Why not Z?
Again, reason being, Malays are short-tongued. Z will be J. Same as F being P. So, Zul = Jul, Zainab = Jenab, Faizal = Pejal etc. So same as F, any names beginnin with Z or containin Z is out.

*deep breath*

So there u go.
Any suggestions?

I knew it!!

2005-11-10T07:54:00.000+08:00

First of all, I'm in shock.

On the Blogger Dashboard, there's this part where titles of blogs that have been updated keeps on scrolling. I dono how to explain lah. But this title just caught my eye and I'm in shock - 'Masturbation Tools'.

Wah piang! Early morning shock to the heart man!

Aniwez....

Next news.

I know the gender of my baby!
I know the gender of my baby!
*sings n prances around like a mad woman*

I knew it!! I knew it all along...
Let's just call it motherly instinct.
The clues were all there.

But I'm not telling... Well, not now at least.

Let's keep it a suspense.
A surprise.

I LURRRRVVVE surprises!
Even tho' I'm not surprised anymore.
Any kind of surprise is fun.

But I don't think I can keep this a secret for long.

I choose not to. *hmppff*

So u people can buy the correct gifts for the baby. *rubs palms in glee*

Keep on reading for updates or any clues I might drop.

In addition to this, I would like to express my heartfelt, sincerest thanks to The Almighty for this gift of life. I'm blessed with a healthy baby thus far.

Syukur Alhamdulillah.

May Allah give me strength and health for me to carry on with this pregnancy and life after birth of the baby. Amin.

Buat julung-julung kalinya

2005-11-08T13:14:00.000+08:00

My first raya as a wife, daughter-in-law, sister-in-law and mom-to-be, all rolled into one.

Overwhelming indeed. Happy occassion but yet memilukan. Nonetheless, sthg to be etched into my history book.

PRE-RAYA

First things first, preps for the big day was a nightmare! Shopped till I dropped. Till I got high fever and all. All these years, I have taken things for granted. Everything will be ready by the time its malam raya. All thanks to The Queen Mother.

This year, the day before raya barulah aku sibuk nak menyolekkan rumah. Tu pun masih tak siap. Nasib baik takde orang yang datang ke rumahku yang macam tongkang terbalik! Believe or not, langsir hall hanya siap bergantung pada Raya yang ke-3. Hari tu jugaklah pasu bunga pun dialihkan dari stor ke ruang tamu.

Stress.... Lesson learnt. Now I have to start shopping like a month in advance. Baru tahun ni sibuk nak fikirkan langsir, cushion, bedspread, pasu bunga, container kuih, kuih tart, kuih chocolate, kuih itu, kuih ini, gelas untuk tamu, baju raya, ish... the list goes on man... Kita buat shopping list pun asyik nak kena tambah barang jer... Tolaknya tidak. Serik... serik... Tahun depan, mesti siap awal2. Ape lagi next year ada junior pulak. Kecoh banget....!

RAYA

Raya has alwez been a not so sad occassion. Whenever I ask for forgiveness from my parents, year after year, I've never cried. We all do it in a joking way. Well, my mom will cry a bit lah. But my dad, never have I seen him shed a tear. When take photo, he will make his oh-so-famous-senget face. That man ah, sthg wrong ah.

So asking forgiveness from The Hubby for the very 1st time was a kekok occassion. But I already warned him b4-hand that I don't cry. Then I was called a weirdo. He said, 'When it's the occassion to cry, I don't cry. But when there's nothing to cry about, I melalak. Orang gila.'

Betul jugak.

Jadi, mintak maaf pada mertua tu kenalah act sket. Eksyen sedihlah tu konon. Padahal.. padahal. Tapi ikhlas tetap ikhlas. Mestilah... orang tu dah banyak kasi makanan untuk buka, kasi kuih, kasi lontong, sambal goreng, kuah sate, serunding, rendang..

Yang menantu hamlau dia yang seekor ni, kasi kuih lapis je. Tu pun suruh potong setengah, share dengan satu grandaunt yang telah berikannya biskut cornflakes dan chocolate. Tak bleh harap! Ade hati nak kasi jelly cocktail tapi dari sebelum puasa, ke dah raya dan besar kemungkinan sampai abes raya pun jelly takkan tersuap ke mulut mertua tu. Menantu hantu kutu batu.

Tapi tak pe lah. Nawaitu penting. Innama'akmalubinniyat. Niat tetap ikhlas.

Open House

Ok. Pada sedara-mara dan sahabat-handai yang sibuk bertanyakan bila nak buat open house, tunggu lah. Maklumlah, rumah setinggan ni susah sket nak menampung peminat-peminat yang terlalu overwhelming. Melimpah-ruah ke koridor nanti jiran tetangga komplen plak. Nanti ah buat sikit demi sikit. Tunggu aku pindah ke rumah sebuah yang tersergam indah nun di atas Gunung Dayang Bunting.

Lagipun, dulu ada Queen Mother untuk masakkan juadah-juadah yang enak2. Skarang, tinggal si Mak Buyong ni je yang tak boleh harap satu sen pun.

So how now, brown cow?

We'll see how, hor..

Aku Membanggakan Diri Sendiri

2005-10-28T15:06:00.000+08:00

I am such a SUPERWOMAN.
Fuh, terror...
Tak bleh angkat.
To da max!

Managed to cook up ALL the steps for my dikir class. You might think that it's no big deal and a no-brainer. But hey, I tell you, it's no chicken feet okayy.. For a person who does no such things in her previous life.

Hmmpf! *hidung tinggi japz*

I, and I alone, shall take ALL the credit.

Check this out. We gonna use lagu Di Pinggiran Aidilfitri by Dikir Temasek. (Found out that one of the girl's father recorded that song. That was eons ago. Interesting fact. But not as interesting as this.) We've got cool steps. And I mean COOL okayy.. Think Andersens' Ice Cream cool. *cravings back*

We got step renjis, step senget, step ombak, step berenang and step tarik tali. Hah! Boleh chelen ah? Ah? AHH??!! *bangga tak mengena*

Nama steps sume glamour kan..? Jadi bebudak tu bleh ingat. Ade yg lembab macam kuih tat. Tak boleh disalahkan. It's in them.

But then, I tell you, SURE HEBOH one!! Stage ROBOH... GEMPAK BEB!!

Ok lah.. Bual pun dah kental. Juz waiting for 'D DAY'. Malay Head pun dah panggil, nak kasi exam marks.

So CHAO! I'll go home smiling...

What kinda eyes do I have?

2005-10-26T17:33:00.000+08:00

Take the quiz: "What kind of eyes do you have?"

Sunrise
You have sunrise eyes. Sunrise is the color of joy and elation. Your eyes symbolize your general sense of wellness. Your confidence and high self-esteem each and every day make you the person people want to be around. You are a very creative, passionate, and sexual person. You are not afraid to tell people what you think of them, whether good or bad. Some words to describe you: self-assuredness, out-going, busy, cheerful, bright, amiability, courage, successful, creative, personable, happiness, motivational, optimistic, strong, and aware.

Sunrise eyes ayy?

Hmmm....

Let's compare...

Waddaya think?

Oh gawd... My eyebags!

If only this pc i'm using have the technology.

"Hey IT Guy! We need Photoshop dude!"

Dikir Barat Blues!

2005-10-25T09:50:00.000+08:00

So little time, so much to do.

I'm supposed to be in charge of this dikir barat performance by my P6EM3s for the upcoming Hari Raya concert and till now I've not done any practice wif the kids. How to??? So busy. Last week, no school due to the PSLE Marking. So left wif this week to practice. Actually there's still next week but with the Deepavali and Hari Raya hols, I doubt there will be full attendance.

The 'Malay Head' has been askin me bout it and I'm so pressured. I dono any dikir barat steps at all. I used to LOVE dikir a lot. Btw, I'm just an audience, not a performer. And I love it for the art, not the boys. I swear. Coz I find that they are so the mat-mats. So now I'm trying hard to recall the steps. So far I've only managed to squeeze ONE out of my system. Jus ONE miserable step.

Habislah aku... The rest is all up to me to pandai-pandai reka sendiri. I just hope they don end up like baduts on the stage.

I have to conjure up something, anything within this week. So that they get to practise next week.

Anyone willing to give me a hand here?

Sign off,
The Desperate Teacher

:: Pregnancy Update ::

2005-10-24T14:28:00.000+08:00

Day Number 149
21 weeks (gestational age: 135 days / 19 weeks)
131 days remaining

The baby is about 11-1/2 inches and weighs more than a pound. His body is starting to make white blood cells, essential for fighting infection and disease.

What your baby looks like at five months

A creamy, white substance called vernix caseosa protects your baby from his long immersion in amniotic fluid. He's swallowing more and giving his digestive system a workout. If you have an ultrasound, you might see him sucking his thumb.

Info and Pix courtesy of http://www.babycenter.com/ and www.pregnancydaily.com.

********

And there you go. How exciting is that huh!

Well, I miss seeing my baby. Even tho' its just a blurred scan. The last I saw my babe was like on 13 Sept. More than a month ago! And so much has happened since then.

I'm sure he's more developed now. Just look at that graphix above.

We're gonna use the term 'he' for the ease of typing. Not that it's gonna be a he. Or a she. Well, the thing is, I don't know the gender. So excitingly frustrating. By now we would've known the gender. If only I got bionic x-ray eyes that can zoom into my own tummy. I wouldn't want to zoom into anything else. Eee.

I'm fickle. I'm not sure if I wanna know in the 1st place. It's so exciting to hear the doc exclaimin "It's a boy!" or "It's a girl!". Like in the movies like dat... On the other hand I wanna know. So that I can start buyin all those cute lill baby PJs and stuff. I've not bought a single thread of baby stuff.

Other than that I've started to feel so much movement in my tummy. The feeling is incredible. Some moments he can be so quiet and 'not there', but at times, he can be so active. Like dancing and kicking every few seconds. I like puttin my hands on my belly just to feel the kick. And then I will pull my hubby's hand and let him feel it. Don wan him to miss all the action. Sigh... The wonderful life of being a mom-to-be. I'm so blessed.

One worry tho', my belly's a bit small. Accordin to the untrained doctors around me, that is. So kinda worried bout that. Most days, people won't know that I'm pregnant. Heck, they won't even believe that I'm married! I can still lie on my tummy. I'm still wearin my old pants, even tho' very tersendat oredi. People don give up their seats in the buses and trains. Maybe it's the clothes I wear. Maybe. But until the visit to the gynae, my mind won't rest.

So there you go. My 5th-month update. 4 months to go. Very excited, yet very scared. Tawakkal...

Clearing Cobwebs

2005-10-24T10:14:00.000+08:00

I'm back. From a great one-week break from school, students and marking.

Experienced my first PSLE job at Zhangde. Can't say much there coz I don wanna get into trouble for revealin too much. But made a bunch of new friends. Hope next year's batch is just as fun to be with.

And then I had iftar with my NIE buddies... Such a lovely night. We talked and talked and talked till like 1am in the mornin. Panda eyes de next day. But it was all worth it.

First and foremost, the food was marvellous. Thanx to all who brought food. Thanx to Kak Izzy for takin the trouble to cook Mee Hong Kong for us. And then there was... (deep breath) Indian Rojak, karipap, otak-otak, nasi lemak, ayam bbq, air bandung, grapes and more. I just forgot. Coz I was too focused on gobbling up the food. So pelahap.

And then there was the sharing session. We were just letting out all our woes. Listenin to their stories make me bersyukur for what I'm going thru. Here I am thinkin that I'm so miserable and stressed out in school sometimes. But what my friends are experiencin are worse off than mine. I should count my blessings man..

It was a great nite my friends. Lin, Dayah, Kak Izzy, Nurmin, Maznah, Munira. Thank u for makin it that nite. Rinduku telah diubati. Will meet u guys again for our Raya Outing. And also not forgettin my hubby, Mr K, for accompanyin me there and stayin on till 1am. I love you seh!

Ok enuff mush oredi.

Weekend. Burn.

2005-10-15T13:20:00.000+08:00

Ladies and gents, I officially have no weekends.

Markin kiddies compo. Deadline, Monday.

Now it's already 1.20pm on a beautiful Saturday, and I'm still in school. What a croc! What am I doin in school? Duty calls. Anak garmen lah katakan.

So now waitin for my prince charmin to fetch me with his black stallion.

Ahh... Long life. Panjang umur.

And so my prince is here. Hafta cut short this entry.

Today buka at Obek Nah's house. Yey!

Roti boyan, come to mama!!

It's a Thursday Schmursday!

2005-10-13T09:37:00.000+08:00

I got my pay yesterday
Lemme say yippedee doo dah day
But cannot be too happy lah sey
Coz I've got all my bills to pay

After the bills still cannot yaya papaya
Coz gotta buy stuff for the Hari Raya
All the baju tailored wasted ah
Coz my tummy's BIG I tell ya

And den got the house to decorate
Now its just bare windows and gate
So curtains, cushions n sthg for the bed
Rumah kita mesti UP sket

To those yang nak datang rumah
Jangan harap ade lontong dengan kuah
Korang makan kuaci ngan air paip sua
Kalau nasib baik, we'll throw in some sirap merah
(haha)

Ni semua sekadar gurauan
Amek aje sebagai cobaan
Di hari ke-9 bulan Ramadhan
Aku mintak mahap in adban (advance)

Hakcipta terpelihara lizzie schmizzie
on a thursday schmursday

2005-10-11T14:23:00.000+08:00

My gawd... I'm so tired!

I'm tired of work.
I'm tired of my kids (i.e students) not performing to my expectations.
I'm tired of them not handing in work.

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

I'M TIRED!!

God, I can even see my eyebags and dark rings from the reflection on my computer.

At this point in time, I just wanna stay home.
Be a tai-tai.
Go shopping,
manicure,
pedicure,
scrubs,
spas,
massages...

Dreams can come true.
If you dream hard enuff.

Now get lost from la-la land.
Back to reality.
Back to my lesson.
P1s, here come your evil step-mother.
Nah, not that old. Step-sister more like it.

For All Womankind

2005-10-10T07:41:00.000+08:00

Thought I would like to spread this around... To celebrate the WOMAN in me.

why women cry

Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?
Because I'm a woman, she told him.
I don't understand, he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, And you never will, but that's O.K.......

Later the little boy asked his father,Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?
All women cry for no reason, was all his Dad could say......

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him,
he asked God, why do women cry so easily?

GOD answered......

When I made woman, I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
yet, made her arms gentle enough to give comfort...

I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times will come even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
and take care of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up,
through sickness and fatigue without complaining....

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any
and all circumstances.
Even when her child has hurt her badly....

She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better
and to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears....

I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart....

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife,
but sometimes tests her strengths
and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly....

For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use whenever needed and
it is her only weakness....
and her strength...
for SHE is special.

To all Malay Teachers

2005-10-07T08:35:00.000+08:00

A member in my yahoogroup has recommended a site. Belonging to Cikgu Naim Daipi, very well-known.

And when I visited it, I tell you... Heaven, man...
All that you need. From filler activities, to lesson ideas on karangan, peribahasa, pktn pelbagai makna, to worksheets, to mistakes made in newspapers and the explanation of the correct usage...

Wow wee junior juice!

Go visit. Exclusive to my blog readers only... heh heh..

Oh, its at www.saujana.sg. Enjoy!

My 1st Ramadhan wif Mr. K

2005-10-05T10:42:00.000+08:00

Some Historical Events happenin...

Number 1:
Had my 1st sahur wif my Mr. K.
Rice and fish curry - tapao-ed from QC (Queens Close) mommy yesternite.
Don't you ever think that I'm a useless working wife who doesn't know how to cook and forever procrastinating in improving her not-so-there culinary skills.

Firstly, it's just that Mommy is always inviting us to eat at her place and offering food to be tapao-ed home.

Secondly, hubby is too caring. So caring that he doesn't want me to tire myself out after a long day at work. Coz cooking is not juz cooking you know. There's the preparing, the actual cooking and the cleaning up to do. (Actually he juz doesn't want me mess up the whole house, being the Mr Perfectionist he is.)

And thirdly, my hubby and I find it a waste of time and effort to be preparing so much for a 2-person meal. Not such a good idea. So much variety outside. So why juz settle for dishes that this 'only-know-how-to-cook-three-dishes' wife can prepare. Yup. So ladies, knowing how to cook at least 7 dishes will come in handy before you get married. One for each day of the week. But I always say, It's Not the Quantity, It's the QUALITY.

Number 2:
My baby is going thru his/her 1st fast today. Let's hope it doesn't make a fuss in there due to the sudden shortage of food.

But my baby's cool. So far it's not making any major movements. Well, I can't differentiate! I don't know if it's my stomach rumbling or it's the baby. But i think my baby's the lepak kind. Rilek one corner ah beb...

So enough of the NOT-so-historic Historical Events.

I slipped yesterday. Hurt my ankles. Now walking wif a slight limp. What a bummer! And then tried to blame it on hubby. Abeh sakit hati sendiri, abeh tu nangis. Wa piang... I can't stand myself. Such a wuss.

Looking on the positive side, lucky I managed to balance myself in time. Didn't fall on my butt or anything. So mummy and baby A-OK!

Alas! An Entry

2005-10-04T10:50:00.000+08:00

Hello everybody...

haha.. At last I can update my blog. Sumthing wrong. Now I've lost my previous entry wif lotsa fotoz n stuff. Too lazy to upload again. Jus go to Lizzipix to view them ya-self.

So... wats new....? Hmm...

Nothing much I wanna report actually. It's been too long. I don wanna bore everyone wif my mindless crap. Therefore, I shall end my entry for now.

Till then.. Toodles!

I'm sleep deprived!! ZzzZZzz...

2005-09-19T09:17:00.000+08:00

I'm officially free...

For a total of 5 periods every week. That's it.

Hey... I've got to find sumthing that can make me happy okay... Even if it means nuts to you.

My P6EM3s are officially done with their Malay PSLE. So their form teachers have decided to give them work during their Mother Tongue periods. (Why do they call it MOTHER TONGUE anyway???)

Been sad during the weekends. Really sad. Already the gembeng person I am, and having an emotional whirlwind during my pregnancy to top it off, I was literally crying non-stop. Don't ask why.

I hope it doesn't affect the baby too much. For all I know, this baby will be as cengeng as me. That, I know for sure! Cos I will cry for the slightest reason.

Now people can see that I'm pregnant. If they look hard enuff. I've been pregnant for 4 mths and I still got some staff asking me "Dah ke belum?" and one was so shocked when got to know I'm pregnant that she blurted "How can?? So young...".

She congratulated me the next day. I think it took her THAT long to get over the initial shock.

My bulge is VISIBLE now. Woo hoo... I'm still getting used to my people touching and feeling my tummy. I got over the staring part. But people still haven't given up their seats to me yet. I think they're afraid that they mite think that I'm pregnant but scared that I'm not and don't want me to be offended in thinking that they think I'm fat but in actual fact I am pregnant. Hmm..

I'm sleep deprived!!! Lying flat hurts my back. Lying on my sides makes my shoulders ache. Lying on my tummy will make my baby's nose pesek, or flat. Well that's what my mom said. Not word for word, but that's the idea I got. So I'm sleep deprived!!!

Another pimple has grown on my nose. Hooray...

Teacher's Day Dinner

2005-09-09T11:16:00.000+08:00

Teacher's Day Dinner was such a bore, I didn't realise that I only took 2 photos thru'out the nite.

Yup. That's it.

Lunch with Min, Kak Izzy n Lin

2005-09-09T10:54:00.000+08:00

Once a upon a time, not too long ago, I went out for lunch with Min, Kak Izzy and Lin (who could make it at the 11th hour. Bravo!).

It was at Taka Delifrance Bistro. So here are some pix...

Happy faces while waiting for our lunch to be served.

Kak Izzy and her plateful of Shicken Les Sanwic (Chicken Sandwich) and Fruity Bubbly Soda (Some fizzy drink).

Min and her healthy Soup of ze Day! Bon Appetit!

My plate. Nothing wasted. The drink and soup eventually was a goner. All good things must come to an end.

Kak Izzy and Lin sharing a dessert. Something peachy. Not recommended for the diabetics. Bloody sweet. Both of them got high afterwards.

Check this out!

2005-09-09T10:28:00.000+08:00

My studio photos are now up on Lizzipix.

Who says it's too late? I just got married wat..

Shut up.

So here's a sneak preview...

Yeah heh heh...

So what if it's all make up. So what if I'm all fat and ugly now.

At least I was like that once upon a time not too long ago.

I swear I felt the baby move!

2005-09-09T09:33:00.000+08:00

Yup! The baby DID move!

This time I'm 100% sure. I wasn't hungry. I wasn't nervous or anything.

The baby MOVED! 6th Sept 2005 @ 6:04pm.
That's it. After that, it remained dormant. Again.

Yesterday I switched channels between Discovery and National Geographic. Both showing abt childbirth and stuff.

At first it was all fine and dandy, like, "Oh my baby was like this" and "Ah, now my baby is at this stage".

And then came the last part of the show.
The Actual Childbirth.

They really showed the mommy in labour. And the doctor poking the humongous needle into the spinal cord. And the mommies' faces when the contractions attack. And the picturesque view of the baby in the womb going through the canal.

And then it came. They actually showed the baby's head slowly popping out of the mommy's thingy. Seriously. I couldn't remember whether it was Discovery or National Geo that showed the full view cos I was channel switching channels so much. But seriously. The mom was actually standin up and leaning on the bed when she was giving birth coz they said it was easier so. I think it's the whole gravity thing. Anyway, the baby actually popped out slowly. The head was the most difficult coz it's the biggest part of the body. And after all the pushing, the head appeared. But it's not the end for the mom. More pushing and screaming. The gynae actually pulled the baby's head so that the whole body can come out. Isn't that torturing the baby?

Anyway, after watching the whole thing, I'm scared. I'm petrified. I'm so nervous now. I know it's gonna be painful. But until I experience it myself, no amount of tv or sharing sessions can prepare me for what's coming my way. I don't know how painful it will be. I can say that I got a strong threshold of pain. But this is different. To label it painful is already an understatement I think.

It was so exciting before. But now, I don't know. I'm scared of giving birth. What have I got myself into....

: Pregnancy Update :

2005-09-02T18:10:00.000+08:00

I'm writing again. Second post for the day. Why? COZ I WANT TO!

Bloody hell... I'm bored to death. Waiting for the Teacher's Day Dinner to start. Which is like, in 1 hr 15 min's time. Ladidi ladada...

Can't eat. Coz I don wanna make myself too full to eat the free dinner. Rugi you!

Can't go home. Coz if I do, I'll juz be smelling the door then I'll hafta rush back to school.

Can't bathe. Coz the shower here doesn't look appetizing enough.

Can't do my marking. Coz I choose not to. Headache.

So here's my Preggy Upditty...

I'm 14 weeks pregnant. Yippee Doo Dah Day!!

1st trimester is over!!

It went so fast. What I can say abt the 1st trimester is that, it has been smooth. Alhamdulillah. Not much morning sickness. Only feel like vomitting most of the time. But the actual thing only came out like twice.

First, my fave, the sotong. this fella inside juz don appreciate the savoury taste of a sotong.

Second, roti kirai and kari daging. Penat-penat aku sound mak aku, penat-penat mak aku masak keesokan harinya jugak, at last, bluekk! Anak tak kenang jasa nenek kau betol!

Went gynae twice. Second time was happier as I could see the baby almost fully formed. Happiness.

Not much cravings. But do have the occassional tinggling in the taste buds. Like roti kirai, ice cream apek, bla, bla... The list goes on.

No time oredi. Time check - 6:35pm. Aiyah. Not yet asar. Not yet freshen up.

Gotta go.

Chaoromano!

Adios!

Amigos!

Munchachos!

Cheese Nachos!

Burritos!

I'm hungry.

Prezzies Galore!!

2005-09-02T14:03:00.001+08:00

Wah... My first official Teacher's Day. So many prezents... I feel so fofular! But I've yet to open any of 'em. Juz stuffed 'em into my paperbags. So sweet of 'em. Kena scolding like what also, still give prezent. Although I know that some of them are recycled 'jemputan kahwin nyer berkat', it's the thought that counts.

One of my P1 kid, gave me a present, then happily disclosed it's a tudung. Aper daa..

But actually the real present on that day is that my old kids came back. Seeing them after 2 yrs, all grown up and taller, just makes my day. Some were surprised to see me. They didn't expect I would come back to teach since I left 2 yrs ago. Neither did I. Did my contract teaching here and was pleasantly shocked to be posted here after NIE.

I'm still sad tho'. I'm hoping that one of my student will come back. I taught him at P6EM3 in 2003. He got dyslexia. A learning disability. Even so, he was my favourite coz he is so well-behaved and willing to learn. But becoz of his condition, he just couldn't make it thru PSLE. He had to repeat twice. This yr, he's still in P6 but have been transferred to a school nearer his place, in Yishun. What I heard from the teachers here is that, he has changed a lot in that 2 yrs. He mixed with the wrong company, he lied to get money and he is not interested in studies anymore. I wanna see him for myself. I need to talk to him. I wanna know why he changed so much. It's a real pity. So any teachers who knows this 14-yr-old boy, in P6EM3, studying in a school in Yishun area, pls let me know.

So anyway... today is Teachers' Day Dinner. Guess where it's held? In my dilapidated school lah.... Wow wee junior juice! Other people have theirs in a hotel, on a cruise ship.. But mine! In this rats and roach-infested kampong! Tahun terakhir kat sini lah kononnya... Malas betol nak pegi...

Oh! Tiba-tiba kepala beta terasa pening. Apakah tandanya ini?? Oh! *dengan penuh drama*

Tomorrow is a celebration of OUR DAY!

2005-08-30T17:02:00.000+08:00

This irritatingly handsome student of mine created problem again. He's in P1 now. Gonna grow up to be one heart-breaker man... But such a pity. So handsome, equally naughty and not so good in studies. Sweet-talker to boot.

Just now cry like what. After karate-kicking another boy and creating a fight, ended up both boys crying. And when threatened to call him mom, cried even louder. Yek eleh... hati kecut rupanya... Wanted to burst out laughing to his face but then what will he think ya. Psycho teacher.

Made him promise not to do it again and he apologised. But I called him mom anway. This fella too much man . His crimes includes kicking, strangling, knocking, sticking out leg while his friend running, talking crap most of the time, throwing stuff at others and breaking the handle of a friend's water bottle. What can a teacher do? Call up parent lah. Even if it breaks my heart seeing this good-looking fella crying and begging me not to.

Anyways, my observation has been postponed to next term. Yappidee smackidee doo!! I'm still searching for a real bird to bring to my p1 class. Preferably, a parrot. A big, colourful, talking parrot. If all else fails, a frail-looking one will work too. Anyone care to help me? Will beg, borrow, steal, catch, rent, smuggle for the sake of having a bird in the class. Anyone?

**********

HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY TO ALL TEACHERS, EX-TEACHERS, SOON-TO-BE TEACHERS, AND TEACHERS WANNABE!!

: Pregnancy Update :

2005-08-24T15:45:00.000+08:00

Day Number 89

12 weeks (gestational age: 75 days / 10 weeks)

191 days remaining

Times, they are a changin'. You may be noticing some changes in your body, including larger breasts, linea nigra (a vertical brown-black line running down the abdomen), mask of pregnancy (brown patches that can appear on the face and neck), and vascular spiders or angiomas (small red elevations on the skin of the face, neck, chest and arms that extend upward). These conditions may be caused by high levels of estrogen, and most will disappear or recede after birth.

Courtesy of Pregnancy Daily

Nnnooooooo.......!!!!!!!!

Tidaaaaakkkk........!!!!!!!!!

Pu yao...........!!!!!

And I thot to myself...

2005-08-24T07:52:00.000+08:00

1. Bila lah kengkawan aku nak buat blog sendiri...
Start having your own blog people!!! It's bloody easy lah. Maybe I should start one for you. And then I can make money out of blog-making. *thinks* How much should I charge?? Hmm..

2. Bila lah aku dapat jumpa ngan kengkawan NIE aku...
Ok Dayah, this Sunday, ON! Jumpa ko kat East Coast Mac for breakfast. Hopefully members lain bole join kita jugak. Then we shall discuss about the chalet we hope to finally become a reality. Asek cakap je nak buat. Tapi 1 year later, habok pon tarak!

And btw Dayah, you owe me one big breakfast. Actually, TWO. One more for the little one inside MA BELLY. For what? For trying to contact me ONLY when you're desperate! For those yellow-brained peeps, do know that desperate does not only mean for ONE thing.

3. Bila lah aku dapat jumpa ngan members Crescent aku...
Dari hari selepas aku telah diijabkabulkan dan menjadi isteri orang, hinggalah mendapat rumah baru, hinggalah sekarang berbadan dua. Susah giler tau nak dapatkan SATU hari, ya, satu, untuk kita sume free to meet up. Most of the time busy giler.

For now, yang busy ni aku lah. Exam period ah. Sorry bebs! Insya Allah lah.. One day. Satu hari. Harap-harap bukan sampai satu hari di hari raya. Kalau sampai satu hari di hospital nak melahirkan pun susah jugak.

4. Bila lah dapat jumpa ngan Ain...
Asek-asek buat appointment, tak jadi. Dah tak terkira brape banyak appt yang telah ditundakan. Sekali lagi, dari hari selepas aku diijabkabulkan, hari AIN pulak diijabkabulkan, bla, bla, bla... sampai sekarang. Amacam aku nak gi rumah kau beb? Jauh sangat ah. Nak meet kat town? After your work? Abeh hubby aku nak letak pat maner? Too old for child care. Too bored to be with us. Tau-taulah... kalau dah meet up sure celoteh berjam-jam punyer... Nanti lah eh.. One fine day.. Don't give up on me. *Hmm... I sure owe a lot of people alot of days*

5. Fofular jugak aku ni...
Cerita dah basi ah, tapi nak bilang jugak. My studio photo shoots RH pakai untuk display kat dia punya exhibition tau.... Mmm... *smug look* SATU ALBUM PULAK TU..! Wow wee junior juice!

Sampai my mom and the rest of the gang gi all the way to expo jus to see the photo. And knowing how peramah my mom is, dia pegi lah bilang si member2 RH. Aiseymen... maner nak tarok muka.

Anyway, walaupun album sekecil telapak tanganku, janji aku dan hubbyku dibrowse oleh pasangan2 yang akan ikat tali tu (tie the knot lah). Ok lah, Alhamdulillah.. Tak leh terlalu bangga. Nanti kena sumpah. Btw, thanks to Munira, informer aku. Amacam wedding preps? Dah inspired ngan gambar2 aku ngan Mr K?

Hey... *light bulb looms over head* I should make RH pay royalty for using our photos. No permission some more. Chett!

Dah lah tu....