Victoriously Losing My Mind

Virtual Deeds

2008-05-27T14:58:00.002+08:00

The temptation which has been denied is eventually killing me. I don't know why I did what I did. All I know is I just wanted to. Just a piece of news.

In between Two

2008-05-17T10:37:00.000+08:00

If blood is thicker than water, then why does it feels pretentious with you?

Yet the opposite of you is somewhat unexpectingly calm and welcoming.

Sad and unfortunate.

Yesterday

2008-05-16T09:58:00.003+08:00

Why should I be reliving the past ? Move forward they would say. I've been picturing too many alternatives lately. But it's not regret nor guilt.

Where can I find the answers I'm looking for? Or is too late?

Multiplier

2007-03-24T13:18:00.000+08:00

And so it has been Multiply as my choice. Where I can blabber utter nonsense and upload pics all in one account. And now blogger decides to have more new features.

Oh well too late..its not like anyone is reading this anymore.

Toodles!

The Invader's Arrival..

2006-12-29T21:23:00.000+08:00

Phoooooooooooooooooo...Phoooooooooooooooo...Blowing dust off this blog. I almost forgot I had one. I even got my password wrong. Bleargh. Old me.

Anyhoo...I'm contemplating if i should keep this blog alive or just switch to multiply completely. I'll sleep on that.

Those who guessed my baby will be a girl...u got it wrong. Nothing beats mother's instinct. Heh.

In the meantime, this is my first born's online album : http://amshar.multiply.com

Wish I could stay longer and 'chat' more..but *yaaaaawn* I'm already suffering from sleep deprivation.

Peace out...

Push my Buttons Baby

2006-11-10T11:04:00.000+08:00

No not those buttons on my humble mountains. I wish there is a button for baby to push to signal me that it's time to call a cab.

What would be the first thing I would love to do when I get to hold junior in my arms? Nibble hard on his toes, fingers, elbows for all the poking and kicking in return. Nyeh nyeh nyeh.

Lately, hub have been giving me extra attention. Tepuk me while i sleep like as if I'm the baby. Making sure I'm ok alone at home. Giving me goodbye morning kiss even thoh my muka still basi belum mandi. Hehe. I'm loving it. Then again, it might be daddy-to-be syndrome on his part. All the attention will definitely divert to the baby soon enough. Hmmmffffft.

This might be my last entry. Next time you'll probably be reading about the agony of hours to bring my little one into this world. Pls pray for me and baby. InsyaAllah. I need all the strength and faith I can hold on to. Till next postings...

Tick Tock

2006-11-08T07:18:00.000+08:00

Yesterday marks the 36 weeks of my pregnancy. Which is equal to 9 months. Which is equal to popping anytime already. I don't know how my gynae calculated my EDD which is 4th Dec (based on 40 weeks). But I find it all too soon. I mean I only conceived a month plus after my wedding.

The little one is still squirming about all day and giving me occassional jolt to somehow scare and tease me. At what point do i go to the hospital? I'm all alone at home while hub is working. I hope I can handle getting ready myself and making my way to the cab. Else I'll just make a grand entrance in the delivery suite in my serambah-serembeh pyjamas.

I'm trying to keep my sanity intact and not freak out about labour pain. Channeling my focus to doing housework and mostly sleeping. I get better sleep in the day somehow. The contractions are sometimes alarming and I can feel the baby engaging in my cervix and boy do i feel like I'm about to TEAR APART in thousands of directions from downunder. Youch. If labour is going to be a million times more painful that that....SOMEBODY SEDATE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Day 1 & 2

2006-11-03T09:36:00.000+08:00

So what has it been like? It actually feels like I'm on MC or leave. Still not grasping the fact that I don't have to go to work in the morning. But that doesn't mean I stay in bed till late. And knowing me, I can't keep still. My day is filled with a lot of things to do. Like in the words of my granny, "cacing kerawit kat dalam badan".

I didn't realise I'm such a junk collector. I always gave my mum a hard time about her habits and not realising that I have begun to inherit that unwanted attribute. Bleargh.

I received quite a number of gifts from colleagues. 1 crumpler laptop bag, 1 Fossil leather bag etc etgc. Lucky me. heh. Totally didn't expect it. I got quite a mouthful from some ppl to being furious at me for not saying anything about leaving. See most of them only know on my last day when I gave away berkat I made with gold organza little bag filled with chocs and nougat.

Feeling sleepy now. I deserve some nap. Nyte nyte.

The End is Near

2006-10-30T11:19:00.000+08:00

2 more days and the wait is over. Am I happy? Excited? A mixture of all emotions. All I know for now is I so need the break and rest before Junior makes his/her exit from my uterus and grand entrance into this world.

I'm about to become an income-less woman. Not so happy about that. But fret not. I won't stay home and rot away. I have things planned for myself after recuperating. So for those who thinks I'm about to morph into a tai-tai, think again. Cet!! Lain lah kalau laki aku Saudagar minyak ke, taukey fishball do-do ke (eh the owner filthy rich ok)! I will definitely still be ~~sexually~~ virtually active. Internet is probably a third of my body's survival essentials.

Shit..I need to go to the loo again. Till next entry...

Not too late...

2006-10-26T12:20:00.000+08:00

to wish Salam Aidilfitri to all.
Maaf Zahir Batin.
~~~~~

Back to work today. How was my first raya as a wife? Too heavy, busy and tired to notice any significant difference. We both came back to our home just a day before raya so everything was last minit. Our coffee table was even delivered at 2am malam raya. No plans to have baju of the same color with him but we ended up having so (thanks to darling hubby for buying me that Saudi dress which fits me perfectly with all my belly glory). And my stupid digi cam died on me. So no pics. Bleargh. How is that for first raya?

This year 2 sets of parents I have to seek forgiveness from. Sungguh lah kekok.com with my in-laws. I should have prepared a script in my head. I was so brief I think I said it all in one breath. Cet. My youngest bro-in-law who is only 12 was the briefest though. "Sorry eh panggil gemok". Hahah. Of course kena tongue lashing by my MIL. He can't seem to grasp the fact that being pregnant means growing bigger.

The only major difference is I still got duit raya last yr cause many still think I'm a student for some reason (rezeki jgn ditolak! kekeke) BUT this yr cannot hide..the BIG BELLY says it all.

Count Dracula

2006-10-18T12:44:00.000+08:00

8...8....8 more working days till I'm O.U.T. Ah ah ah ah ah *dracula laugh*

The blessing beneath the resignation? No more discomfort from sitting on this office chair especially if I have to lean forward to get closer to the monitor. Very distracting also lah. I have the feeling that I'll pop sooner than expected. And I have yet to wash the baby clothes I have bought so far.

So many things to do. So little time. Hopefully I will get to pack the Go-go Popping Bag with all the stuff that is needed. The thing is my mind will just go blank whenever I even think about it. I can't even decide which BAG to use. Ok slap me already. Let me try and run a checklist :

For me:
- marriage cert
- going home outfit
- nursing bra
- boobies and maternity pads

For baby:
- rompers
- mittens n booties
- diapers/nappies

See that's about all I can think of. Did I miss out anything? I'm totally CLUELESS. I just hope the excitement won't flush out all the clarity and senses in my hubby's head which could lead him to bringing an entirely different bag probably filled with my sewing stuff. Yikes!!

Doing the Hockey Pockey

2006-10-13T11:13:00.000+08:00

I swear I probably have a swimmer in the making. Or perhaps a yoga instructor. Or even more exciting, a stunt double! Why? Because lately, Junior have been CONSTANTLY bulging, stretching, rolling, poking, kicking, sliding, nudging and the worst is jolting. I can barely focus at work. Let's not start about sleep even. I can't imagine how it is like for those who carry twins or more. Scaaarrrry!!

Isn't it about time that there isn't enough room and the movements should have reduced by now? At least that's what BabyCenter.com says. Or is Junior getting impatient to stretch his/her long legs out of the confined area hence causing such a chaos. Sometimes I really think Jr is about to tear his way out of my uterus and skin ala Alien style. Eeeee takot. Looky here, according to a site, a 32 weeks old fetus should look like this :

Kesian kan!!??? Cramping his style lah my womb. Heh. After looking at this photo, all is forgiven. Jr can create all the fuss he wants in my tummy. Just don't pop out YET. Give that tiny room or more like hole wee bit more time hokay? Say about 4-8 weeks. And you will be rewarded with at least a yr supply of fresh and naturally brewed breast milk. Deal???

Over time

2006-10-09T09:37:00.000+08:00

Now is already the beginning of week 2 through my notice period. So fast hor time flies. 2 more weeks and I'm outta here. Hippie Hippie Hooray.

Actually I will miss some of the people here at the law firm that I work with. But I won't miss my sucky management whom I don't see often anyway.

Mister Hubster has left this morning to report to camp. This is our first Ramadhan together and he will be away half of it. It's not that bad though. We don't break fast together anyway. Only once or twice. He usually head straight to the mosque after work and will only be home after Terawih. And I'm already heavily preggie. So I don't see why those wives who have their husband away for only a few days during this month complaining much. Mine will be away for 2 whole sucky weeks. What will I miss? The pillow talk we have everyday before sleep. We usually do that for hours till one of us fall silent asleep. And that my friend is usually him. Heh. (I have trouble sleeping lah..thanks to mighty junior.)

By the time he is back it will be 3 more days till Syawal. It's our first Raya too and I will be looking so unglamorous walking like a bloated penguin. Bleargh. Doesn't matter, I'm just eternally grateful to the Great One that I am blessed with what I have today.

As expected

2006-10-05T10:47:00.000+08:00

And just as I have expected, my leave application for Hari Raya which I only applied for the day before and after is not approved. Why? Because the other Muslim staffs also applied. And let me tell you that the others are all Males ok. I'm the only female Muslim staff. Shouldn't the priority go to the PREGNANT WOMAN???

I only have 1 word to say to my employers-> KANINABU!

Ps: Pardon me. They have already exhaust my patience. I still have teeny left..else I would already dump everything and walk away.

Ultimatum

2006-09-29T11:17:00.000+08:00

The nearer the end comes, the worst my patience is tested. It's only 2 months away from the end of my contract which comes with a bonus. But I have submitted my resignation by post. They should be receiving it by tomorrow or Monday.

My heart just feel so bengkak everytime I think about the end of contract bonus$$$ I will get in November. What more with Hari Raya and the baby coming, extra cash means a lot. Haiiz. Apa nak buat. Dah bukan rezeki aku. But when I think back of the times when it is so difficult for me to take leave or MC, it is about time I left already. I don't have maternity leave anyway (contract staff no benefits) so it doesnt make a difference lah if I tender or not cause still no pay coming into my bank account after junior pops out.

Bulan Ramadhan jugak aku diduga sebegini.

Unwanted Wisdom

2006-09-27T15:38:00.000+08:00

I woke up with a swollen gum today. Ain't that just great?!?!?!??!?!!? On top of being heavily pregnant, I'm still coping with the stress at work and now this. A pain that gives me a terrible headache.

I won't even start on the cost of having the stoopidly wise tooth removed.

The pain is so unbearable!!!

WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN NOW?????????????????????????????????????????

ARGHH!!

Ooh Mubarak

2006-09-26T10:04:00.000+08:00

No more waking up with sleepy eyes and brushing the teeth while food is already prepared on the table waiting for us to chomp chomp . No more escaping from washing the dishes. No more stealing naps after sahur while waiting for Suboh prayers' azan. Why? Because I'm not living with mummy no more.

The tables are turned. I have to wake up earlier to prepare/reheat food. That only happened on the first sahur. 2nd day we both were too tired and I was still unwell anyway. This morning's alarm clock did wake me, but I couldn't drag myself out so I told myself '5 minits'. Yeah right that never is true. Luckily hub told me he just wants kurma and milk for sahur the night before. But he got up himself and fetch his ration on his own. And I got kurma and soyabean served in bed (first time ever I consumed something without brushing my teeth. Yucks!) Really too tired lah to get up. I had to beg hub to let me nap and pray at 6.30 so I can get ready for work at one go. Lucky for me my sweet mama-in-law cooked enuff dishes to last at least almost 2 weeks of breaking fast. All I have to do is defrost and reheat.

And so I concluded (despite my earlier whining) that hub's calling for 2 weeks reservist during Ramadhan is actually a blessing in disguise for me. Allah wants me to rest! Such divine intervention is much needed!!! Heh. He will only be back 4 days before Syawal. So while he strutt his stuff in the unmighty jungle of ours protecting the nation from termites and wild dogs, I will be seeking refuge at my parents place. Yabeeedeeedooooo!!! I don't mind staying alone at my place. But carrying around 10 kg of bones, flesh, placenta, liquid and what not isn't exactly making my toes doing the twinkly dance.

Unsweetened

2006-09-25T11:12:00.000+08:00

Last Thursday out of the blue a sudden wobbliness possessed my not-so-cute body and zapped all my energy and stability. One of my colleague had to push me on a wheelchair all the way to Marina Square (office only accept certain clinics MC). Bodoh kan? And hello my office is at the last tower of Suntec. Imagine the distance. Poor girl. And hell its no fun to be on the wheels. People stare and make you feel uncomfy. I feel bad for those who have to depend on 'em permanently.

I thought I am diabetically sweet enough already no? Pfffft. Apparently not. My sugar level was very low. Hence the wooziness and lack of strength. That was an ultimate surprise. Not only because my gynae did ever warn me about diabetes as my baby is bigger than normal but also with the amount of chocs I've been chomping down. I don't understand what is going on in my body. But judging on the exterior, most of the weight goes to the baby (despite the chomping) so there is a possibility that junior is also sucking all or at least most of my food intake.

If not for that clinic trip on wheels, I wouldn't have find out that what I have been feeling lately is actually ~~Toni~~ Braxton Hicks contraction and not junior stretching himself to the surface causing me breathlessness and discomfort. And boy I get that braxton ting alot daily. Can i shoop shoop now? Oh wait that's Houston.

I tried to fast yesterday. A full day. Which was a bad idea. Maybe if not for my bodily lack-of-sweetness it wouldn't have been so torturous. Sigh. But if others can do it..than why can't i. I won't stop trying.

Ps: Well at least hub stopped nagging when I ask for chocs and coke!! Yayheee!

Crashing In

2006-09-19T10:52:00.000+08:00

I hate getting on the MRT or the crowded buses during peak hours. Especially SMRT buses. (No SBS bus goes to Bkt Pjg). The drivers are Formula 1 rejects I think. Shumaker wannabes. You can fly from north to south part in the bus itself. Madness! And I hate standing in front of people making them feel guilty or obligated to give their seats up to me. So I usually stand in the cabin area or corners where I can lean on something.

But I'm a walking sleeping pill lah I tell u. The moment I get onto the bus/MRT, automatically the people's eyes get sleepy lah dey. Any of you have problem sleeping? Call me! This morning was the worst episode ever. I was on bus 960 and it was crowded as usual. I took refuge at the joint part of the long bus. This lady in front of me was whispering (not soft enough)to the husband "these people ah can't event stand for few minits" referring to those seated behind me. She seem more pissed at the others than I am.

Anyhoo, the stoopid speedy gonzales of a driver swerved at an acute angle and send this tall boy on my left flying and crashing RIGHT ONTO MY TUMMY!! The same lady in front had her mouth gaped with her hands covering it. I was darn shocked as she was. The boy was apolegetic but I don't blame him. It's not like he deliberately wanted to hurt me. I was in pain of course and I closed my eyes trying to catch my breath. All of a sudden tears rolled down my cheeks. I don't know why or from where did that come from. Just a sudden silent outburst.

I think even my baby was startled. His favret spot is usually around my belly, but after that hit i cld feel him at the upper part of my bump (just below bustline) in a corner and freezing himself stiff there. It took him awhile to start moving again. But he only moved gently. Not his usualy vigirous self. Poor baby. He must have thought mommy is angry at him and hit him for being too active. Sigh.....

Oh and after that, I still continued standing all the way...

Spicky Span

2006-09-18T09:58:00.000+08:00

My house is soooo super duper clean right now I feel like inviting everyone I see on the street over. Let's see for how long it will last. Oh oh oh and I finally know how my steaming iron really works after using it for 6 months. Heh. I don't usually iron hub's clothes cause he always do it on his own. So after much training yesterday (I ironed 1 week worth of office clothes for him..heh) , that was how I learned more about the iron. It really suck to have a huge living room without a blacony. No space for drying laundries. I hate hanging 'em outside cause of the flat's structure.

My antique sewing machine came in last night. And tonight will be the baby's room furnitures. So I am pretty much broke now. Bleargh. I was VERY VERY CLOSE to buying that cool lazy chair for our intended reading lounge as well. But I keep telling myself "not important" in a repeated chu-chu train tone. It was really damn hard. Took me an hour to sort my brains out and finally leave that place.

No pics of my shiny abode. Hehe. Maybe after the sofa and baby's room looking decent enough I will snap some to have memories of how it once looked so clean. Teeheee.

X vs Y Chromosomes

2006-09-11T10:12:00.000+08:00

Jeng jeng jeng. The question that I have been asked gazillion times; Boy or girl? We did went for my ADC scan but we didn't want to find out the gender. Although we were sooo tempted. So naturally, I have more than I can count numbers of predictions I get. Majority votes go to Boy based on the 'protruding shape' on my belly.

My MIL would love to have a granddaughter. Well she had 3 sons. So I don't blame her for having enough of boys. Heh. My mother don't really have any preference. She never mentioned nor hint if she would love a mini me or my hub's mini. Khekhekeh.. My maternal instincts tell me it's a boy but it doesn't feel 100% sure at times. Fret not for I am not carrying twins.

Let's see the list of raining babies that hit my friends the past 1-2 yrs;-
Mariam - Girl
Sharifah - Girl (now expecting boy)
Raudha - Girl
Shikin - Girl
Linilidia - Boy
Den - Girl
Rahmat -Girl
Suharti -Girl
Dhilla - Boy
Lina - Boy
Sarina - Girl
Hairi - Girl
Min - Girl
Wani - Girl
Hedaya - Girl

It sure is an overload of the female species reproduction. Not enough male being produced for the future's sperm carrier circle. Errrk. One of 'THE END' is near signs. So what shall be mine? Let's not forget to mention that erm most of my cousins gave birth to boys.

Initially having a girl was a lovely thought. But truthfully, at this point it doesn't really matter anymore. Boy or girl I would still love him/her the same. All I ask for is a healthy and soleh/soleha bundle of joy. InsyaAllah.

Ps: The kicks are getting so much stronger by day. I literally jumped out of shock at times. It's so funny looking at your belly button throbbing in a way looking like it's about to erupt raisins out.

Contagious Mess

2006-09-07T12:26:00.000+08:00

Messy corners in the house are very contagious. Well at least in my house lah. I was on leave yesterday and after the class I head home to rest. But how could I rest when there is an eye sore in my room. So I decided to re-organise my tudung & lingerie drawers and the glass top in the wardrobe which have been used as the "dumping area" lately. Eh wait, apparently there are more than just one dumping area in my house. Bleargh! By the time I was done it was already time for Maghrib prayers. So much for clearing leave to rest.

I really can't stand messes. Lepas kemas satu corner, lagi satu corner plak serak. Never ending is it? I always tell myself the key is maintenance. Clearing and cleaning part is just the cream of the crop. First few months when we moved in, the house was always in tip top condition. Ok lah maybe I can forgive myself for now because I get tired easily and I can only do so much everyday. And why do men like to leave things everywhere? Sigh. The uncompleted shoe shelf is another eye sore. If only I know how to use the drill I could have completed what I started. Yes I was the one who assembled the shoe shelf. Terror kan. I used to be hopeless with DIY stuff. At the rate I'm going, I'll be quite the handy-woman few years down the road.

The most accessible dumping area is our dining set. I seem to have cleared that for like a million times. What is up with that????????? Bila mau game ni. I hope when the sofa comes in it doesn't end up as a glorifying clothes hanger. Bigger house means more dumping space??

Unlike most pampered pregnant women who have their husbands do their everythings, I still do the laundries, cook, scrub the toilets etc etc etc. I don't mind all that but why do the mess keep on coming back? And the irony of just 2 people in the household.

Arggggggggggggggggggh! Domestic stress!!!

Chain Train

2006-09-04T09:53:00.000+08:00

It is so unfair on how we wait a month to get paid and yet can finish it all in a day. Heck even in minutes. If only the world was created in a way that we get paid everyday and everything is for free except for food and fuel. Wouldn't that be heaven? Yeah we wish.

Anyway, it has been a while since I had been to a wedding. The last one I went to was probably Dilla's pinkilicious affair back in Feb. I don't remember going to anymore weddings after that. Not that we didn't have any invitations. But I was already beginning to feel 'sick' in May. I was left with no choice nor negotiations for yesterday's event cause it is hub's relative. I had no idea nor expected what was coming. Every makcik we go thru asked the same question "dah sangkut?" And my MIL was there to answer for me "tu dalam perot dia". After being asked repeatedly, all I could give was a faint smile. Imagine if I had NOT been pregnant. Wouldn't that have been awkward and annoying? I suddenly feel for those that have to go thru that. Pressure without cause. Sigh.

Now we all can keep in mind, for we are going to be the future makcik generation wether we like it or not. And let us be more sensitive towards the feelings of the younger ladies may it be your nieces or those who married into the family.

Happy 7th month union anniversary to us!! And it also mark a year and 9 month of knowing each other. Fast ey? May more blessings come. InsyaAllah.

Flashy

2006-08-31T15:57:00.000+08:00

At the rate I'm going, I will probably end up flashing my round solid alien looking tummy in the eyes of public.

Why? Because I can't stop selak-king my top to see the moving bulge lah dey. He moves every few minits hokay!! Macam ada alien gitu!! It's so much fun feeling him/her while he/she creates kallang wave in my belly. So syiok. So nilu. Sumtimes a sudden kick make me jump on my seat. Anjat u. And I really wonder what is going on in there when I can feel him so hard and stiff. Like he froze himself or sumting and he enjoys stretching to the right of my belly that it makes my perot look so senget! I guess this is the best part of pregnancy all mummies raved about. I wish I have X-Ray eyes!!

Oops there he goes again rolling and kicking as I type... in the words of my mother ; menggeletis!!!!!!

Time To Kill

2006-08-29T17:19:00.000+08:00

On the contrary, I think I need to KILL for time.

Day in day out I find lack of time to do what I want during weekdays. And to think that having your own house and freedom seem like the answer to convinience. BUT not for me. Firstly unlike my parents house where I can just drop by Tampines Mall or any other tons of neighbourhood shops to get the things I need for whatever project I intend to do.

There isn't any relevant shops nearby my own house and certainly NONE on the way either. Wanting to grab something means making a trip somewhere. Not on-the-way kinda thing. So by the time I am done buying things I need, it will already be almost 8pm. Or even later. That means reaching home will be 8-ish or 9-ish. Naturally I will hit the shower, perform prayers and prepare dinner for hub. Followed by cleaning up the kitchen. After all that, where is the energy to do anything else? Very frustrating.

DON'T even think about weekends. Piled up laudries to clear, parents / in-laws to visit, classes to attend, toilets to scrub, need I say more? I used to be able to bake cookies after work gawddammit. I thought I would have even more time being married and living at my own house and all its glory. But I was SO WRONG. SO SO WRONG.

No More Peaceful Nights

2006-08-25T09:39:00.000+08:00

I have gained about 9kg so far and carrying this sack of flesh on my tummy sure does literally stab me in the back. Maybe it would have been less painful if the weight was proportionately equal on the rest of the body parts instead of most of it just potruding forward. Then again I should be thankful that I don't have too much excess weight to worry about shedding after I pop.

Having a good deep peaceful sleep is so out of the question right now. With the number of toss and turn I pull everynight is enough to create sparks between the sheets. No not the sexual kind. And by the time I get some shut eye, its almost time to get up. No wonder most bloated pregnant women look no different from a Panda.

Now the little one is getting more active. And hub is having a good time playing with him. When it's time for me to rest or sleep, that's when he start poking and shaking my tummy gently to wake the little fella. Geeeez wheeez. Not helping with my already difficult to sleep situation here!! But it's fun to feel junior inside responding to his/her father's poking. When I get my hp cam to record the movements in action (like a tummy invaded by aliens) it's all silent. The moment I switch it off he/she starts stretching and kicking. Camera shy no my baby?

3 months plus to go. Trying not to think too much about the POPPING part. Youchy man!!

Lapis Bumbu Sotong

2006-08-22T09:57:00.000+08:00

For Eszal aka FloatingLilac;

Apologies for the looooong wait hor!!

Ingredients:
2 tablespoon of olive oil
4 huge pieces of sotong
2 fat lemon grass
1 thumb of lengkuas
1 1/2 tablespoon of onion
1/2 tablespoon of garlic
3 tablespoon of blended dried chilli (cili boh)
1 cup of tamarind juice
1/2 cup of coconut milk
1/2 cup of water

Preparation:
Use a blender for the onion and garlic (separately)
Wash thoroughly, remove skin and slice the sotong (not too thin)
Drain the sotong, mix well and soak it in the blended onion, garlic and dried chilli for at least 10 minutes
Cut the lemon grass into 3-4 pieces each (smash the root part)
Peel and slice the lengkuas

Method:
Heat the wok and put in the oil. Throw in the lemon grass along with lengkuas and stir fry until fragrant. Now add the soaked sotong and stir for 2 minutes. Make sure it does not dry up. Add in the coconut milk and water. Lastly add the tamarind juice. Mix well on medium fire. Add salt to your taste. Make sure sotong is not overcooked. Serve hot with rice. Yum yum.

Ok now I'm hungry..... hmmmmmmmmmmppffft.

Jeepers Creepers

2006-08-18T15:21:00.000+08:00

Is it me or time flies faster than you can blink twice?

Last nite I had a toe-dancing belly-jiggly encounter. We have been living at our own place for almost 6 months now and never have I laid eyes on any cockraches. A sneak trip to the fridge to quench my thirst after midnight turned into a squealing fit. A BIG FAT ONE AT THAT. Baygon sure do KILL those disgusting crawlers. Urgh...cockroaches really give me the jeepers creepers. I would rather be slapped to death than be in a room with one!!

I couldn't sleep last nite worrying over which part of the kitchen it's breeding. I have been using those anti-pest paper in every shelf. This morning I made sure there isn't any crawling in my cabinet. And there was none. It must have came in from the kitchen window.

Someone should invent a kind of net that could be installed at windows to prevent any bug invasion. I can't rest at ease like this. When will they ever extinct!!!!!

Insensitive

2006-08-15T14:24:00.000+08:00

Must I really repeat myself like a thousand times? Or should I have an autoreply with my bloated tummy image attached to it?

It's already bad enough that I have to face insensitive people at work who don't care that I only have 2 hands while having extra weight and condition slowing me down. I still have to put up with gory disgusting mutilating images in forwarded emails. If from people whom don't know my current situation is fine then. But my yahoo email is only circulated amongst people whom actually DO know me.

I can't be bothered to remind these people again. Yeah sure I have a choice of opening or not opening the attachments. But hello it's a web-based email (read: YAHOO) where everything is in preview mode for images. Maybe I should just block their email addresses. So pardon me if I don't reply to your future emails. If you can't be bothered to acknowledge my countless gentle reminder, then I shall not bother with your emails at all.

Best plan is no plan

2006-08-14T10:52:00.000+08:00

Impromptu always have actual output. As long as I can remember, I have been wanting to change handphone. Not that there is a need. Just gatal oni. Habit of just changing. But somehow nothing really catch my eye for the past of almost 2 years. (Lama jugak aku gunakan Nokia 6670 tu).

The hub was feeling oh so generous. Now we are both using Nokia 6280. No pictures cause I can't be bothered to actually use a camera to snap it just to upload here. His is silver while mine is orange. I wasn't really prepared to change cause I can't remember the last time I backup all my rubbish in that phone to my PC. But hub was so on about it. He asked for like 4 different models to be paraded in my hands. He already changed to the 6280 few days ago. And he keeps on psycho-ing me that it's a good phone. Cet. Terkial-kial aku bluetooth whatever I can salvage from the oldie to the newbie. The saddest part is I lost the saved messages from him to me on the night after our nikah. Sigh..

And he was like "you kept all that? I dah delete pon suma." Ciz!! Sungguh tak romantic. Heart pain tau. This new phone better be good to me...

Wave..

2006-08-11T17:42:00.000+08:00

This week pretty much suck at work. No word could describe how damn shitty it has been. Too tired to even explain.

At least Friday is almost over.

Mr Grumpy

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

Orang tua2 selalu cakap, "Dah tinggal sebumbung baru tahu semua baik dan buruk". Very true indeed. Everyday is a learning experience.

Ever since we lived under one roof, this is the first time he has gotten quite sick. Not that he has been oh so healthy all the while. But just mild headaches here and there. Nothing that dragged for days.

This time around, the fever and stomach discomfort has haunted him for 4 days now. And never have I seen him so grumpy. Now I know how he gets when he is sick. I thought I was the cranky one. But nooooooo...his is worst than a woman PMS-ing. Pfffffffffffft.

Let's Talk about Shit

2006-08-04T15:01:00.000+08:00

No not the kind that happens TO you. But the kind that comes out FROM you. Yeah the one that makes your nose cringe.

For my case, that would be barely out. Constipation can be the most excruciating pain (maybe birth should be first but I have yet to experience that). I was stuck in the toilet cubicle yesterday for more than an hour. Why? Because my shit refuse to thrust all the way out. I tried every position you can think of. One leg up and the other down. Both legs up. Bended knees. Crossed legs. Full squat. Resting back on the wall. You name it. I tried it. And none helped. I think my body got into trauma state from fear of thrusting out the wrong thing but yet needed so badly for the half-way shit to come out. My nerves went cuckoo and every limb felt like jelly. If only the shit was like Jelly. All the water-drinking didn't help either. Crap! I walked back to the office like a turtle with wiggly knees.

This severe torture happened twice in a week. I'm now so afraid to even THINK about having to deposit those little monsters into the bowl. Ok maybe mine has not been so little lately. How can something SO BIG come out from something so small?? Ok too graphic there no? Enuff details then. Pffft.

Me and the hub are both having problems with the crap department. Except his would be a twisted fate of having too much of those coming out. Looks like this weekend will be a Lot Less of Shit. Bleargh!

Let it GOOOOO

2006-08-01T12:24:00.000+08:00

Been 4 days already. Although the bengkak-ness has subsided. The heart still wrench when I think about it. Having to pass by Raoul boutique everyday to get to my office isn't much help either. Puik!! Lucky nobody use IBM thinkpad in my office. Lagi sakit hati.

Alhamdulillah the company didn't make my hub pay for the loss. That would have been another blow. The incident really zapped out all the mood and energy in us sey. We were like living zombies the past few days.

Thanks for all the comforting messages/tags/msn/emails. Smoochies. Now it's time for me to let it goooooooooooooooooo. I'll try......

Holy Theft

2006-07-29T09:13:00.000+08:00

I don't even know how to begin this entry. Why do bad things happen to good people? My husband who tries so hard to be a devout servant of Allah, filial son, caring brother and loving husband has to be tested this way.

I don't understand why or how someone can commit such a thing in the house of Allah. The Raoul laptop travel bag which I bought for his as a birthday gift (my first gift to him as a wife) was stolen in the mosque. Along with his IBM Thinkpad laptop. Thank GOD his wallet and hp was in his pocket. I don't even dare to imagine what the bugger would have done with my hub's credit cards. Unless the bugger is a computer genius there is no way he can bypass the highly secured lock in the laptop. How to recover his work which is all saved there?? People like him don't have PC in the office. They are outside/travelling most of the time hence the need for mobility. This is going to look bad on him. He was just promoted and this has to happen.

Ini bukan kali pertama perkara begini berlaku. His bicycle was also stolen at the same place few weeks ago. The caretaker saw the culprit but he never suspected anything. He took the bag during the jemaah was doing Isya'. He wasn't there for the prayers obviously. Simply to prey on neglected items. Yes it is partly hub's fault for leaving the bag behind instead of putting it somewhere in his eyesight. But he was tired and the Qamat dah dilaungkan, so he quickly joined the jemaah. Kenapa ada manusia yang tergamak lakukan ini terhadap sesama insan Islam? Mencuri di dewan solat lagi. Di waktu fardhu Isya sedang di-imamkan. Bukankah ini bulan Rejab. Bulan yang mulia. This fella has no conscience at all. According to the caretaker the guy looks like he is in his twenties.

Tak terkata betapa hampanye hati aku. That expensive bag was my first gift to him after our wedding. But that's not the ultimate reason that saddens me. If this had happened to someone who could care less about others, I would say "memang sajak". But this happen to someone who tries so hard to be a good human being. My hub isn't a saint but he makes such effort to do his prayers at the mosque at every waktu even though he is tired from work. I am in between to Doa either that the thief diberi hidayat and won't do such things again or that he would be struck by lightning. Tell me which would be best...

Few weeks ago his credit card was abused and now this. And yet he never curse the people who cause him such stress. Ya Allah, adakah ini cara engkau hendak menebuskan dosa2 kami yang lalu? Lemah aku...tak terdaya.....I lose faith..not in HIM....but in people...

Ooga Chaga

2006-07-27T09:44:00.000+08:00

Naturally we were excited. I have not been going for regular checkups. But Alhamdulillah the detailed screening shows that the baby is doing fine. We could see his/her nose and eyes. How cute! Hub was so excited he asked "What's that?" almost every minute. My gynae told us that our baby is on the bigger size than normal. Initially she mentioned that it could be diabetes but after seeing hubby she said it could also be just tall big genes from him. Cet! I'm praying it's just the genes..now hub has given me a strict NO NO to coke and chocolates. I'm not a coke drinker but I have been craving for it lately.

58.7kg. Yeah that's how heavy I am now. HORROR! But all of the excess is probably baby weight. Cause my body frame is pretty much the same. I just look like I'm carrying a ball underneath my top. Sleeping has never been the same anymore. I need pillows everywhere around me.

Today is everything extra for dearest. Extra love, extra attention, extra chilli, extra massage, extra kisses, extra manja. Why? Because it's BONUS DAY!!! Hehe. And as for me, I'm left with few more months to save whatever I can. It's VERY important for a woman to have her own moolahs. You'll never know what will happen in the future. Yeah we must have yakin rezeki dari Allah. But no effort to ensure 'backup' means big trouble. Hub said "best eh jadi isteri..dapat duit." Memang best. But I guess he'll never understand what goes through my mind.. make that every man won't understand that part of the woman's mind. And I'm not referring to the blood-sucking kinds yang terror kikis duit lelaki..

Datok Krepot and Siti

2006-07-25T09:19:00.000+08:00

The past few weeks my daily inbox may it be work or personal account has been updated constantly about the initial gossip which eventually leads to the recent press conference. Make that more than 4 copies of the same email each everytime something new comes in.

Firstly, I don't give a rat ass who Siti chooses to marry. Her life. Secondly, who the hell cares about Dato's sons' escapades? Thirdly, do I really need to know what his ex-wife looks like? And I certainly don't care how big and beautiful his or Siti's house is. And lastly, WHO FRIGGIN' CARE WHAT SHOES SHE IS GOING TO WEAR ON HER BIG DAY? Oh for God's sake don't these people have a life of their own to think about than mocking others' ? Takde keja lain nak jaga tepi kain orang? What's gonna come out next? Her lingerie for their wedding night???? Oh please!!

I lost count of the number of emails I receive with the shoes images. How pathetic? Itu pon boleh jadi bahan e-mail forwarding. It's not news worthy to me. So don't include me in the mailing list. Oh oh and the other celebrity who also wasn't spared; Mawi. Yah ok he gets where he is today because of the public viewers. So that gives them the right to make his life decisions? My advice; next time celebrities have terminal illness, don't do anything until you get approval from your fans ok?? Let them sign whatever needed to be signed. Heck LET THEM PAY your bills. (Cey macam lah celebrity baca blog aku.)

Pendek kata, dorang punya seluar dalam lah nak kahwin ngan siapa. Nak putus tunang ke. Nak pakai kasut obit ke. Yang orang2 ni susah sangat kenapa?? Tak faham lah aku...

Oral rejection

2006-07-24T11:51:00.000+08:00

Since stepping over the 3rd month mark, the vomitting episodes have delightfully disappear. My appetite was coming back, the sensitivity towards scents was also gone, strength to cook and clean was recovered and even intimacy was pro-activ all over again.

BUT NOW..I can kiss it all goodbye AGAIN?? For no apparent reason, last Friday my tummy felt really weird and I was breaking out in cold sweat during the bus ride home. The moment my foot set off the bus, I could no longer keep it in. The vomit came out like a fountain that needs no electricity to function thruout all those centuries. Thank goodness nobody was in the way else I would feel doubly miserable for making a mess on someone. Onlookers just stared with disgust and shooting daggers at me with their eyes for decorating the bus stop with a huge puddle of yucky stuff. Nobody was even sympathetic. How uncomforting.

And since that night, nothing could pretty much stay inside of me. Not even plain water. Although I'm glad that for a period of time I was beginning to enjoy this pregnancy, now I am back to how it began. What did I do wrong? Bad diet? The medication? Lack of rest? Stress? What? What? Urgh. But besides all that, it is an indescribable experience to feel the baby poking and moving from the inside. Everytime he/she moves, make me feel either macam nak kentot or muntah. I'm praying hard that maybe this puking nightmare could be a few days tingy and not come back ever again. Think positive. Positive.

Candy Time

2006-07-20T17:59:00.000+08:00

What could be worst than taking 7 kinds of tablet 2 at a time thrice a day?? Do the maths. That's 42 tablets per day down my throat.

Urgh

Cold Sweat

2006-07-19T14:09:00.000+08:00

It's no fun being very sick and pregnant at the same time. I couldn't even move my limbs on Sunday. Every inch of attempt turns into wimp from pain. Hub had to wheel me in at the Emergency ward after the clock strike midnight.

Moral of the story; never leave fever, flu or bad cough untreated. I have been procrastinating from going to the doctor and enduring my horrible cough for more than 2 weeks just because it really is hard to be on MC for an outsource contracted IT staff. And I have to be the one that suffer still in the end. Nevermind, 4 more months and I don't have to put up with that anymore. I hope.

And just about when my limbs are getting their life back, we have to be hit with yet another drama. Like as if physical stress isn't enough for me. It has to be creamed with mental torture. Sigh. I'm in between from laughing and crying at the same time. Going cuckoo.

Sometimes being seen as a strong and independent person thru the eyes of your partner could be a pressure. Because of the expectations he/she has for you. Without much thought given, you are expected to be able to do just about anything on your own. But in the end, you just come out weaker from trying to be strong for others. And you keep that weak side in silence......

Horny Pussy

2006-07-12T09:40:00.000+08:00

Just when I finally can breathe through both nostrils and having no late night alarm buzzing my head off (read: world cup), there is just a perfect timing for a horny cat. Make that 2. Sound of them wailing thru the night. I don't know anything about cats. But it sounded like moaning and groaning. So I presume it's either they are gettin' jiggy with it or the female is in pain from giving birth to her juniors. It sounded like more than 2 cats...Orgy maybe?

Oh oh oh and the greatest part of it all is when I finally decide to give up sleeping, get up and into the washroom to do my Fajr prayers, silence creep in lah dey the moment I set foot onto the prayer mat. Blardy toot. When can I have peace? When?!

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Ok on a different and much much lesser-horny note altogether, I have finally made time to put up some pics of Imported Middle Eastern wear online that I am selling. Check it out here : http://alnouri.multiply.com More to come soon. Orders are welcome. Let's start shopping for the Ramadhan which is coming up soon...

Ps : The cats' annoying groan is still ringing in my head ....urgh...

Ooh Mama Mia Its Over!

2006-07-10T09:56:00.000+08:00

So much for planning to get up and watch the final. But the cold got me stuck between my pillows. Hub's stoopid alarm clock from the handphone made so much noise last night I swear I could murder that little thing. He used to have this annoying song as the alarm I called it his anthem. And now its another hair-pulling tune altogether. Argh!

What is the first thing that happens in the office this morning? People going around collecting their bets. Predictable. 10 July is here and the world cuppy cup is finally over. I can rest in peace. Erm technically. UNLESS there is another cup kind coming that I don't know about.

Time to get a book with baking recipes. Yeeehaw.

How Do I?

2006-07-06T11:21:00.000+08:00

Anyone love combo meals? I do. So here let me feed you with a combo entry. Nyam nyam nyam.

How do one who already has difficulty breathing because of pressure from the insides and to top it all; blocked nose in both holes? Pfffffffffffffffffft.

Anyhoo, last night was a get together dinner with the colleagues I never met. Except for a few of them. We are all stationed at different companies. The not-so-power of outsourcing. I'm the only female for the technical team. Cet.

Was already hungry but had to sit thru a brief of the company's vision revamp.

Look at my oh so tired face.

Final part of the combo; yesterday's news. Endless saga of sex videos starring local self-proclaimed porn vixens. And this time around, a 15 yr old malay girl. With 4 guys mind you. Champion. Whom to blame? Too much exposure on media? Lack of discipline? Or just phase of teenhood?

In Sg you don't have to buy dirty magazines. Just walk around town and you'll see life size print ads of almost-naked women with oozing creamy breast and skimpy thong which look thinner than my sweater's thread leaving nothing for the imagination. There is one right here in this building I work at and its larger than life size. And the model is sitting with her legs wide open in a calling manner allowing the audience to visually remove that thing she call underwear to get the steamier picture in the head. Heck the men/boys here don't need no keching-ching to spend on porn cds. They can have picks from lingerie shops, JCDeaux ads, and even late night SCV shows to help them wank it off. In layman's term ; masturbate.

When my mum was here for our b'fast date, she almost fainted looking at that ad. While my reaction was the total opposite. In fact there was no reaction at all. Which made me realise now how 'normal' it feels for our generation to be part of this sex oriented territory. And that alone is disturbing.

Ms Snorty

2006-07-05T11:15:00.000+08:00

First of all, I'm not a fan of Nasi Lemak. Not really my favorite kind of food. Second of all I don't eat heavy food for b'fast or before lunchtime for that matter.

And here I am at 11.15 am about 2 hours away from lunch munching down a hot bungkus of Nasi Lemak at my work desk. This can't be happening. Usually bread or kuih2 would be enough to satisfy me. But not today.

Chet!

B.o.d.o.h

2006-07-03T15:07:00.000+08:00

Some people can just ask the stupidest question that irritates the crap out of you which can simply make you want to spread all that crap onto his/her face and shove it up the nostrils.

For the millionth time, somebody today asked me again "Eeeeh wat happen to your face aaah?" This time is doubly irritating because it was in a very nyonya tone in the office tower lift in the presence of many others. I just had to snap.

Erm hello do you go up to people and ask "Eh why you have grey hair ah?" or "Eh why your face ugly one ah??" or "Eh why your nose so big and senget ah?" Did I ask for my hormones to react this way? No! Do I have any SPECIFIC idea what could cause this? No! Cause dammit if I do don't you blardy think I WILL HAVE solutions for it?

Thanks to my sore throat and fever which pushed me to drink plenty of warm plain water over the weekend it kinda flushed and detoxify my system in a way. And that really helped the face situation.

I don't need extra stress weighing on what I already have at the moment. It's not like I don't welcome comments or suggestions for remedy but do it with tact. Firstly it's not like she have perfect skin to begin with. And secondly I don't go around asking the obvious insensitively.

So bottom line, bugger off. Sod off.

Dessert Storm

2006-07-01T10:21:00.000+08:00

All is well. Home safe and sound. I would have been ok if not for being in a pressure cooker by an overtly concern mother.Sigh. Bleh jadik bonkers.

Anyway, so much for welcoming him with open ehem arms *cough-legs-cough*. I'm hit by the fever and flu bug just hours before he came home. Bleaaargh. Dah lama tak demam. Skali kena macam ayam tercekik tulang aku.

Ok lah...let me get back to my dessert aka chendol production. yum yum.

cheetos.

Uncontactable

2006-06-29T11:18:00.000+08:00

No news is usually good news right? For some cases. But unfortunately for me, it doesn't feel good. Hub left on Tuesday evening. He should have reached his destination yesterday morning. And I have yet to hear from him till now. Very unlike him.

I'm trying to keep my sanity intact by doing everything positive. Bought new aromatherapy oil. New dress. Feet massage gel. Tonight I'll buy hair straightening cream. Trying a new do before he comes back. If he comes back. What am I saying? Of course he will come back. Right?

The place isn't exactly advanced with technology. Rural area. What if there is no news nor sign of him tomorrow night. What am I to do? Oh Allah please help me.

I'm numb from worrying too much.....

Mid-yr outbreak

2006-06-27T09:24:00.000+08:00

The World Cup is taking a toll on me. I'm like a zombie from lack of sleep. Not that I'm crazy about football. But it's not that bad giving my hub the company while we scream and moan about the game. Unlike him, I can't survive up till the last match at 5AM. By 3 I'm a gone case. Last night's game Italy vs Australia was a good fight. Until the blind referee granted penalty at the very last minit. Unfair end.

I'll have a break from the WC fever the next 3 nights. Dear will be away and I decided to stay put at our place alone. Here come early nights again. I'm such a baby. I can sleep as early as 9pm. I should make use of this to recharge and regain back the energy lost. So I can welcome him back with open ~~legs~~ arms.

Yaaaawn. All the extra weight choose to head straight for the hindquarters. I feel heavy. Not from the front but behind. Sheeesh. A little more junk in the trunk won't hurt for now.

Oh 9 July do come soon..

Food Monster

2006-06-23T09:22:00.000+08:00

Who? Me? Couldn't be. I didn't steal the cookie in the cookie jar!

There are days when I eat like a normal person. The normal portion that I usually do before the 'invasion' in my womb. But there are days when I just want more. The stomach just feel strangely empty even right after a meal. I swear I sometimes think that the little one is gaping his/her mouth waiting for the food and taking it all in without leaving anything for me. Chet!! Notty!!

And that has officially crowned me the 'Food Monster' by my other half. Gee thanks. He is loving every bit teasing me about it cause he just finds it amusing for me to complain that I'm still hungry right after finishing a plate of rice. Ciz! Thank goodness the vomitting has subsided.

Like right now, I just had a big bread bun with Milo and I feel like I haven't eaten anything at all. See what I mean? Argh. I'll just munch on cereals then. Finally it's the last work day of the week. I'm looking forward to November. I need a looooong break.

On a mushy note, my bantal bucuk has given me the greatest gift of all. No not an expensive bag or the latest handphone. Just his time and heart. I feel like getting married all over again minus the expenses can? Heh. Next week will be our 5th month anniversary. Yayheeeeness.

Yuhuuuu. Malu taknak tengok camera konon.
Lawa taik lalat bang...bleh kenal kenal? hurhurhur...

2006-06-21T11:28:00.000+08:00

I'm finding it hard to understand.

Just without words.

Plans will always remain as Plans.

2006-06-20T09:38:00.000+08:00

I had catching up with friends over the weekend in mind when I packed and left for Tampines last Thursday. Was thinking of paying Lina a visit with her new bundle of joy, meeting up with the babe Rushda and her Ummi, indulging in McD fries with Dilla so she can pass me the photos while we bitch, dropping by my Aunt's place and spend some time with her, blah blah blah u get the drift. I had so many things I wanted to cramp in all just 2 days? Heh. Terror.

Unfortunately, that very Thursday evening my dad was alrady at the airport. He was suppose to be back on Sunday from Bandung. He had bleeding stool, again. It could be his recuperated cancer scare. So I decided not to make any calls for plans as yet. You know how old people are either so very stubborn or afraid to go to the hospital cause they hate being detained at the crummy place. But nowadays, it ain't so crummy...look at the interior and facilities.

So anyway, it wasn't till Saturday early morning even before sunrise my dad decided to go hospital cause he was bleeding again. Degil kan. Dah suroh pergi on Friday mati2 taknak. Usually my mum keeps her cool and she accepts the situation with very little tears. But this time around the thought of losing my father sunk in and broke her to pieces. She didn't fall apart. Just teared and openly told me her thoughts. We lost quite a number of paternal uncles/aunts to cancer u see. Naturally, he was detained for observation. And who gets the extra attention? My forever who-thinks-he's-made-of-royalty younger bro. While my dad was warded, he was at the specialist clinic downstairs getting his eyes scraped off from infection. He never takes his lenses off for months. I know, giler nak mampos. But that's him. An all rounder of everything absurd with a look-at-me and you-gotta-love-me attitude!

All is well now. Dad is out of the hospital. It was his rectum bleeding. Not a relapse. But it's never a sigh of relief. Cause it only means a matter of time till next episode happens and anticipating the worst. That's Cancer.

2006-06-15T10:07:00.000+08:00

A Question.

Who has a pimple just above the eye socket but below the eyebrows????

ME! ME! ME!

Ninkampooop betol. Sakit tau! How can that be? It's just skin there.

You wouldn't wanna know where the rest is hijacking. I should cut 2 holes on a brown paper bag and pull it over my face.

Hmmmfffffffffft.

Ps : Hady float my boat.

A Change

2006-06-14T09:36:00.000+08:00

Visiting In-laws on a week night can be oooh sooo tiring. Even though they live 15 mins walk away. Sometimes men need to get smack in the head lah. I had to remind him that we haven't see his parents for almost 3 weeks. Well I BARELY saw him the last couple of weeks with his late nights at work. Can you imagine getting a phone call on your handphone from your partner's office DID at 12 midnight when you're already fast asleep and to tell you that they are just about to leave for home? Dorang takde life ke..takde bini? takde anak? Ada jugak pe. Thank goodness he get to reach his parents' at 8 last nite. Best part about visiting in-laws? Makaaaaan. Tak yah aku balik kelam kabut nak masak.

Next week hubba-tub-a-dub-dub will be starting his leave!! Tu pon he was asked to postpone it. Buat funny kappe??? We were supposed to have the wedding in June and leave for honeymoon but it was all brought forward because we didn't expect to get a flat last yr in November. But he never cancelled his leave. Purposely just leave it in case we decide to go for holiday. But no holidays lah. Fulus mafi!!! And he had to tell a white lie to NOT have to come back for work. His excuse? Errm I already book my honeymoon flight. Then now how? Off hp till end of June? Tu lah siapa suruh tipu! Nyeh nyeh nyeh.

But I'm looking forward to have a house husband to make up for all the abscence. Heh! Let's prepare a to-do list for him.

- Laundry every 3 days at noon
- vacuum whole house
- clean both shower's screen
- scrub toilet's floor
- wipe all windows
- lemon-fresh wipe the bedroom's furniture
- paint the dark purple part of the wall back to white
- save the new dining table from being a dumping ground for mails and rubbish
- and the best part >>>> COOK DINNER FOR WIFE EVERYNIGHT!!
- massage Wife's feet after dinner. heeeeeeeeeee

Jahatkan aku. Yipppeee.

Homeville

2006-06-12T10:02:00.000+08:00

Thanks to SG Auction I got my hands on Smallville Season 5 DVD. Yay! Nak tunggu Cable or Channel 5 to have it in their airtime boleh berbulu chin aku jadi janggut. Despite the show becoming crappier as season goes by, I just want my much needed dosage of Tom Welling. Yummy Yum. And I hate Auntie Thari for having the chance to work with him during their Season 3 I think. Bleaaargh!!! Unfair!!! Plus I only had to pay $8 for all 22 eps so who cares about the level of crap it has.

It popped in my mailbox at a perfect timing. Friday evening! Coincidently, the hubba hubba had to go back office during the weekend for a die-die must submit on Monday report. Usually I would complain and pout, but I'm pretty much a happy woman getting almost 22 hours of Tommy dosage in total. Much to hub's hidden disapproval. Heh. He hates the way I drool and fantasise about that gorgeous face. But my fav character would have to be Chloe.

Drool aside, the show always help me to have additions in my mp3 list of great songs anyway. Feeling sick and staying home all weekend wasn't that bad this time around. My mum popped by to give me some company too.

My favourite scene from this season.

The height difference between them is exactly the same as me and hub. Would love to jump at him like that but I will spare him the agony from falling on his back because of my weight. Hah!
Now I'm suffering from an overdosage of Smallville that all I can see is Clark flying round in circles chasing Lex with a dagger around me head. Pening lalat.

And how did it end? Let's just say I have to wait for Season 6. Blardy hell! I thought 5 was it!! And did Jonathan Kent died too in the comics? Got to check that with my comic freak bro. Lex and Lana together is just sooooo wrong man. Yucks.

Un-German-ly Gas

2006-06-09T14:46:00.000+08:00

I have been soooo gassy lately. I do have history of gastric so it's not that unusual. But this is a different feeling altogether. The moment I get up from bed everyday, I can feel gas stuck in corners of my stomach causing sharp pain. The only way to feel better is of course kentot lah kan. But it's not like u can just teran and let the gas out. Eeeew. Since I started wearing socks to bed, the pain isn't as stabbing but it's not gone either.

This gas invasion worsen the nauseating experience. It's like there sitting inside of me and waiting for deposits of food to just pump it all back out. Sakit tau. I read somewhere that ginger ale helps to soothe all this drama. Is there any non-carbonated ginger ale? I bought the Bundaberg brewed yesterday. Still got left over in the fridge. I sip it bit by bit whenever I have that bitter taste in my mouth and also to help reduce gassiness.

Naturally (I think), non-stop burping since then. But the chest feels good after a good burrrp. Maybe I should try the home-made ginger remedy and see how that works. As much as I find burping loudly disgusting, I would rather do that than kentot in the presence of hub. I have yet to let the air out the back door with him around. Malu lah! Heh. I try not to do things that can turn him off despite him saying "Alah kentot je lah! Simpan2 buat pe?". Kinda hard maintaining that under the same roof. But to me, some sifat of malu and a little effort to not be a turn off helps to have respect in the relationship.

Unless terkentot time tidur ah! Hahahahaahaha....

Don't Speak...

2006-06-08T15:40:00.000+08:00

..Yeah I didn't really want to start about this but Dilla aka Mizzywatersejuk sparked the ribena in me. Watching Sg Idol can actually bring out the worst in me. Why? Cause I just want to swear and throw something at my tv screen. I'm not going to do a recap. Waste of time cause we all know it was a load of bullcrap.

The judges don't even have talents to spot a talent. Bleargh. Oh and what is with the pouting lips? Some tips they got from their idol boot camp eh? The only reason I watched was how to see the only Malay girl amongst the group did. Yeah call me biased. And thank goodness she saved my ear from 4 previous muka-kerut-ketawa-lepak-lepak of pillow keronyok-ing session.

Ken's mulot-nak-kena-cili's comment "..you're challenge here is how do you make the audience like so that they will vote for you." What is that suppose to mean? Indirect hint based on racial support? Overall at least she wasn't painful to watch/hear. Got room for improvemets.

Well I don't really care who wins lah anyway. It's not like they get to sell millions of records and live in a big house with a pool. Just a shot on a one-season fame.

Oh and somebody actually kuasa to upload the clips on youtube. I'm sick of those typical pretty-sweet-looking-sex-symbol kinda appeal. BORING! At least Rahimah is a breath of fresh air. Oh and why is it when a Malay is speaking with at least decent English it's fake accent and when it is bad English he/she is uneducated?

Buffet @ $9.90 flat.

2006-06-07T09:40:00.000+08:00

2 hungry monsters were roaming the street near Sultan Mosque last nite. Siapa lagi kalau bukan aku ngan hero aku kan kan kan? We wanted to eat somehwhere we haven't try in that area. Cause we usually resort to comfort places that we are used to. So ingat nak try Sabar Menanti but it was closed on a Tuesday night? The restaurant next to it had the smell of rendang in the air but it looked like it was empty and about to close. He stepped in the place and checked it out, on the right side of the restaurant ada buffet spread. And I can see his mouth drool when the waitress said $9.90 (including the served drink) per person.

So we began to indulge on the spread. But it is a waste for someone like me to eat at a buffet. Cause I'm not that a big eater. Satu pinggan perot dah macam nak meletop. But for his sake (who can eat like sepuluh pinggan shhhhhhhhhh) I agreed to dine there. Its an Indonesian Cuisine called Salero Bundo. Somehow that sound like a bad word to me. Heh. 'Salero Bundo ah kau!!' Agree? Anyway their spread not bad ah. This is what I can remember ;

- rendang
- ayam cili padi
- lodeh
- lemak ubi
- sambal goreng
- ikan sambal
- ayam masak merah
- curry
- ayam goreng
- paru goreng
- bagedil
- sambal telor
- gado-gado
- bubor pulot hitam
- bubor cha-cha

Banyak lagi lah lauk pauk aku tak tahu nama. And the dishes not bad ah. Taste very home-cooked. Of course aku bedal my favorites ; Rendang and Gado-gado!! Power kedemak ah!! But it's only for those who have the mood for rice. Unless nak rata-rata lauk je pon ok. I'm not a rice person but he is. So again, for his sake aku pon bedal je lah. No pics though. We don't carry around a digi all the time.

I expected GST or maybe service tax when we paid at the counter, but none. Flat rate 9.90 per person. Not bad ah. Worth the money for him ah. Maybe next time when I have relatives coming over to Sg I shall bring them to pig out at that place. Salero Bundo betol!!!! Tak bedek.

Dah promote abeh takde details. Pandai kan aku?

Salero Bundo
52-54 Kandahar Street
Singapore 198902
Tel : 6296 3733
(They do catering for events too)

Greener Pastures??

2006-06-05T12:25:00.000+08:00

For some, money may be everything. But for some cases, there are no other options. Means of survival would mean juggling 2 or 3 jobs to put dough on the table. And for my poor hubba hubba, he is blessed with a good job but yet oh so miserable. Why? Because working for a big firm does not really matter when you have a ce ye nun alif manager who expect you to slaught like a dog!!!! Dorang peduli apa kan? Macam lah harta boleh bawak mati! With his ang moh firm's Partner going back to US for good even put him deeper in misery because that fella is a great boss. They did overseas assignment together. In fact that Peter guy have flew with my hub more than I ever did! Eh wait ah...I never fly with him before ley! Ciz kentot!

It is hard to see him miserable and stressed. What's the point of having money but lesser time at home with your loved ones? I feel miserable too. Cause I go home to an empty house everyday and it will be 9pm till he gets back. And that will be the earliest. It gets worst when he has a major big client to audit. And with my condition lately, I get very emo unexpectedly. Menyampah tau. One time we were at his parents place and he was telling his Mum he felt like quitting. "Dah lah Mama, orang rasa cam nak quit je! Bukak kedai teh tarik lagi bagos." Dah tebiat? That is hard work too wat. Her reply, "Kalau gitu sia sia je Mama ngan Abah kluar beribu ribu hantar kau gi University." But I know he was somewhat serious about that meer comment.

And lately, he has expressed seriously about seeking opportunities on foreign soil. As much as I had always wanted to migrate to places where I have relatives ah, this idea suddenly don't seem so appealing anymore. I'm dreading at the thought of being oceans away from my parents and brothers. Dulu gatal mengenyam nak blah, skarang tak nak plak. And he already have his applications going thru. I am torn between secretly praying that we don't have to relocate and not seeing him miserable here. Dilemma!! Maybe I can psycho him to apply for NIE! I can't imagine sitting at home looking after the kids on an alien soil while he goes out to work and leave me with no friends to yack with. Mangkin menjadi online geek lah aku nanti to keep in touch with people. Eeeeeee. Takoooot. Tu takpe, skali kalau kena countries at Middle East where I can't leave home without muhrim? Double takot!!!

Peepy Creepy

2006-06-02T17:07:00.000+08:00

I swear I saw a face peeping out from the kitchen window 2 floors above us right into our bedroom. It was a very creepy looking face of an old man with really white hair and white eye brows and wrinkly face. I had just done my Subuh prayers this morning and was sitting on our platform bed fiddling with my mobile to see if there is enough time to steal a quick nap.

Happened to look up outside the window when I was about to hit the pillows. I don't usually get creeped out easily but this time the more I look fiercely the more the face became creepier piercing right into my eyes despite the black tinted windows. I woke hub up and told him to see what I saw. And just like in horror movies, he don't see it and think I was acting crazy. But something in my voice told him that I wasn't kidding about it and he took a second closer look and still insisted there isn't any face. He said, "How can a face not move!!"

And with the perfect timing to make me look silly, the face just suddenly didn't look like a face. It was a box. Sitting there near the window innocently. How can a box look closely similar to a face? Don't tell me I'm hallucinating ok. I'll smack your behind.

I'm very very very sure I'm not crazy or seeing things that aren't there. I know what I saw. Creepy aside, I'm going to be more alert and prove that I'm not losing my mind!

Singapore Idol-iots

2006-06-01T09:13:00.000+08:00

Eeeeeeeeeee. I can't even force myself to watch the SG Idol for at least 1 flat minit. The moment they open their mouth my ears went NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! I was cringing way worst than I do during gory movies. Can you imagine if our neighbouring country was watching that? So maluuuu. Last nite's contestants can't even make it as backup singers for Malaysia's Idol or Academy Fantasia's finalists lah. Yuck with a capital and bold Y!!!

Thank God for cable. I ended up watching Harriet the Spy on HBO. Yah, even kids movie was more entertaining. Plus I discovered plenty of young actors in that movie during their grade school days. How cute.

M.C

2006-05-29T09:44:00.000+08:00

Back from a looong MC. And for the first time ever I actually don't feel like working. Not because of work environment or the people (which is usually the case). But just don't feel like having to get up and get ready for work. Dah jadi pemalas. Maybe if my work place is nearer to home I wouldn't be feeling this way.

I seriously need to subscribe and get connected from home lah. Boleh jadi gila being cut-off from the cyber world. Geek. I know. But all the broadband plans offered are not attractive enough. Bleargh.

Anyway, so much for resting for a week at home and on my last day of MC last friday I had to have a bad fall. Such cruel timing. Not a clutz at fault ok. I got up to make my way to the toilet to deposit the vomit that is making its way out but it refused to stay down. So my body jerked and it came out like an outburst while I was taking a step forward and whoooosssh-gedebaaaaap. I slipped on it and fall flat on my back. With a loud thump. From shock and pain, I weeped like a baby. I can't imagine if I went to the clinic and the doc giving me another week of MC. My management will probably scream in my ears. Sigh.

The best part is, having a replacement while I'm away don't really matter cause it's not like they help me lighten my workload. In fact, more than ever will be on my plate. Waste of the company's money.

Can't wait for my contract to end. Oh btw, X-MEN 3 is sooooo disappointing and senseless.

YouTube Me In

2006-05-22T11:43:00.000+08:00

No thanks to the web for making me addicted to it like a vampire that need some blood sucking to stay alive. But thanks to it for making me catch up on shows I missed on TV. Yay. Don't go around reporting on me. Multitask is my middle name.

On days like today when walking about is not a good idea since the unpleasant morning, resorting to screwing my ass on this chair would be my best remedy. So since I do not have the means to get connected over the weekend, I am forgiven for getting my hands dirty over the internet at work. Plus, make full use of networking. Submit work and instructions via email. Beats from being physically where I'm needed.

Anyway, it's not about getting just entertained. Educational is part of it. Like getting more visual on prenatal exercises than just reading it off magazines or online forums.

Oops, speak of the not-so-evil devil. A crisis where I can't afford to be available virtually... brb.

Nap-ster

2006-05-18T16:48:00.000+08:00

8 hours of sleep the past few nights don't make any difference to the situation of my lazy eyes in the afternoon. I get sleepy and sleepier every afternoon. Yaaaaawn.

Well the good news is I'll be back at Tampines this weekend. Yapppeeddeeedoooo. But not so yappeeddeedooo about the journey that I'll be facing from the Sunny East to the Dark side of West when Sunday comes. Eeeeeek.

Anyway, I'm thinking of getting those huge shades to be less suspicious in-case I doze off right here on my desk. I mean you wouldn't wanna get caught stealing bones. So what better way than to hide behind a pair of dark bigger-than-the-face lens to keep myself off the radar. Kinda like this minus the sorry hair.

M is for the Million things She gives me

2006-05-15T09:34:00.000+08:00

And so it was Mother's Day yesterday. I think. Not that I'm ignorant or could care less. But we never grew up celebrating it. To us, every day is Mother's Day. Shouldn't that be the way for us Muslims? You don't need an occasion or reason to buy her gifts or bring her out to expensive meals. It would be sad if one only gives such thing to a mother only that time of the year. But even expensive meals or flowers everyday could never make up for the sacrifices and love a mother has.

We never really had celebrations while growing up. It wasn't in our family culture. In fact, I never had a birthday bash or chalet ever. Not even in my teens or when I started working. I don't even know why I never bothered considering that I have the money to throw a party of my own. Not that I never had in mind. I wanted to when I turned 19 but I didn't exactly do what needed to be done in order to have a bash at a chalet. The last time I had a real 'party' was my first birthday and my aunt insisted on that. And I have an infamous picture of me crying with my four front teeth showing right before my b'day cake as proof.

Our way of celebrating occasions would be a favorite meal cooked by mum for the b'day baby and there will be 'pulut merah and putih' (agaknye ah nama dia gitu). I will be the one reminding my mum whose day is coming up and I'll go out and buy a cake (with no candles). But of course when it is my turn to get old I don't go grovelling or reminding people about it. Tak malu kan! In fact sometimes it was forgotten until the day is almost over and mum will feel so guilty about it. But it doesn't bother me. Cause I don't blame them, we're all busy with our own lives. Plus she never had to wait for an occasion to do something special for us. It doesn't mean that when I buy them gifts and cakes I expect something in return. I like buying gifts. Macam hobby gitu. It's nice to make someone's day. And during school days, I don't get sabo-ed by friends because my b'day is during the end-year school holidays. Phew! But I jumped at every opportunity to sabo a friend. Kekeke.

Furthermore, my mother knows how to have a good time. How did she spend it over the long weekend? A trip to KL with my bro and shop shop shop. Aku jealous! What would we do or be without our precious mother? Sigh..

Get Your Nose in The Air

2006-05-11T16:10:00.000+08:00

Don't you just love the smell of long weekends? And to have it on a double in 2 weeks span is heavenly. Lesser working days without comprimising the end-of-month ke-ching-ching. Yippee.

But the catch is, no more long weekends till Christmas. Not so yippee now are we. In fact, no public holidays till August. Argh!! Plans for short trips have just remained as plans. Boo friggin' hoo.

Agenda ;
- Friday > Shopping spree with Dad in JB. Just the 2 of us. Weeeeee.
- Saturday > mope around the house all alone while hub is in KL. NOT weeee-ing.
- Sunday > let the asset (Read: butt) go against depreciation by catching up on sleep.

Hopefully other people have greater plans and have a smashing weekend may it be with family or friends. Or even if it is a well-spend quality time for one-self. I mean what better way to get it together by being on your own and actually enjoy it while it last. Not impossible. But the saddest part is, when I want to make a call to just talk to a friend when I need or want to, I always end up scrolling right to the end of my contact list which consist of 243 names. Beats me.

Long Johny

2006-05-10T09:40:00.000+08:00

Finally I get to grab the breakfast. Been so long lah since I have it. The last time I had it was when I worked at Paya Lebar. Damn that's quite long! The fact that there are 2 outlets nearby here, 1 in Marina and 1 @ Millenia don't actually make much of a difference. I grabbed the b'fast @ Capitol's outlet. How's that. Well the ones nearby is nowhere 'on the way' to my office. And ever since moving to the west, I have rather been religiously late to work every day. Sheeesh.

But I bought the wrong set ah. The menu have more things than I can remember. And the potato salad that comes with it can't get down my throat. 2 words - > Not yummy. But the sandwich is still as good but would it kill them to cut down on the oil. Geez. Oh and are you deaf? I said No cheese! Ok ok I know it's early in the morning and you have to mend the counter alone, so I forgive you.

Hmmm....I'm still dreaming of the popiah at Tampines. OINK!

Double Bummer

2006-05-05T17:19:00.000+08:00

By now I probably have a little bit of clarity with whom to vote. I'm not at all excited about having this right to vote. I don't know why. Blame it on my lack of enthusiasm to understand but yet much much hearsay about related issues. But what I do know is that things, transportation and houses are getting more and more expensive but yet the wage standard has been the same since the worst economy downturn back in 2001. So like many other, I'm not exactly what you would call an ecstatic citizen.

Oh crap. On a lesser than a political note, I am very very very upset. Life is so unfair! Being here is such a torture! Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Why? Because I just saw a couple of Take That's reunion tour (May 2006) in UK and it sure as hell bring a lot of fuzzy-feeling-high-school-girl memories. I don't mind reliving those moments minus the shrieking and throwing undergarments part of course.

And darn I didn't keep up with Marky's new albums/songs. Much to my surprise, it is much better than his first solo attempt. But what is up with the girly like outfits and antics. Blimey!

Oh well, time to knock off soon and slip into weekend mode. Let's hope I feel much much better to be well enough to walk the grounds of the glorifying malls like any other Singaporeans whom are so so famous to be best at and can't seem to do without.

Ciao bella!

Rolling Polling Day

2006-05-04T09:25:00.000+08:00

So it is 2 more days till the first time I make use of my voting rights. The hub who is in his late twenties have yet to get a chance to utilise this rights. I don't mind swapping. But now that I have it, I seriously have no idea of which party deserve the cross in the box. Despite the obvious of course. Thanks to my lack of enthusiasm and STILL state of denial from changing my IC address from being a Tampines-ian to a Bukit Panjang-an, I have to make a trip back to the east on Saturday just for this ~~stupid~~ polling.

I for one am not a person who reads the politic section in the papers. Nor any article that has to do with it unless it is a spread on corporate scandals which is it at least enticing to read. Does this mean I have to start doing so in order to keep up with whose pants are on fire and whose licking and buttering whose boots? Should I care about the facts and consequences to those civil servants who bite the hands that feed them? I mean don't you think there is a reason why you are called Civil SERVANTS? Then again, thank goodness I am just but a sleeping citizen. But hey I wouldn't want to make a regretful vote either.

Will there be conspiracies if I don't put the cross on the you-know-what box? Will that mean my phones will be bugged? My house implanted with surveillance equipments? Black limousines following me around with men in black suit? Very Enemy of the State lor if you ask me. I don't mind the Will Smith though. Nyeh nyeh nyeh. Like as if a life of a regular [insert my age] yr-old would be an interest to the men in white.

So what will it be. Que Sara Sara. Inni minni mainee mo? Ok ok maybe I should go read something to know what I'm getting myself into. Ciao Romano.

Card-less

2006-05-02T10:11:00.000+08:00

Guess what we did over the loong weekend?? N-o-t-h-i-n-g!! I was too sick to go anywhere. I dread bus / mrt /taxi rides these days.

While the kiasu Singaporeans get to indulge in the progress package, there was no taxi in sight on Friday and Saturday. Darn it was a long wait for an available cab to come by. So anyway, while others get to enjoy the ke-ching-ching over the weekend, I was stuck at home puking my guts out and only to realise that I must have dropped my money zip-pouch in the cab maybe on that Saturday morning. I can't even remember cause I was half-out with my face in a plastic bag. Or I could have threw it out along with the puke-filled plastic bag into the bin at our void deck. So poor hub had to go down on Sunday evening (cause that was when I realised it was missing) and ransack the stinky bin. And noooo it wasn't in sight.

Initially I was upset cause I thought I had my IC in that pouch. But luckily I had it in my wallet. I have never lost my wallet or money pouch in my life and this makes it the official first time. Hurriedly called DBS and Citibank to check if there was any transactions made the last 24 hours. Phew! None.

But here I am on a new work week being ATM-less, VISA-less, Coins-less, Ez-link-less (I probably have my Ikea membership card and some other cards in that pouch too. Dang!!) I hate losing stuff. Hate it. Loathe it. It doesn't happen to me much and when it does boy it suck and my bodily reaction to that is just so F-U-G-L-Y.

Thank GOD for nafkah.

Al-Fatihah

2006-04-28T10:45:00.000+08:00

It came back to me on that very day in the evening while I was ermmmm handwashing my undies. Not that I was thinking of him while washing but it just suddenly popped in my brain - TING!!! I remember who that guy was.

After being on compassionate leave yesterday, coming back today is somewhat a stab in the neck to drag myself to work.

On a more sombre note...

My hubby's beloved Granny passed away on Wednesday afternoon. It has been a while since I last lost someone close or related. She wasn't sick or anything. It was complications from a surgery that lead to another. She was such a pleasant lady whom didn't have anything much to say. Always smiling and cheerful. I wish I had known her better. She was the one who put the ring on me during our engagement. My hub is her first grandchild. And that makes me her first granddaughter-in-law. She was suppose to have this procedure before our wedding but insisted to wait till after our big day. All these must have happened for a reason. And this is probably the reason.

I have never seen my MIL so upset and sobbing. Life is just suddenly so empty looking at the lifeless body. We work so hard to achieve so many things in this world but when it is our time, all that will be meaningless and left behind while nothing can help us from it except our amalan.

I am sad that I didn't get the privilege to know her better, to repay her kindness for buying us housewarming gifts. Sad because she didn't get to see our house. Sad she won't get to see her first great-grandchild. But I am very pleased and thankful to witness that she never missed any prayer even on the hospital bed for weeks and managed to recite the Syahadah before her last breath. And am also comforted to know that my hubby was the one who laid her to rest. She was only 66.

Ya Allah kau letakkan lah nenek ditempat dengan orang-orang yang beriman. Al Fatihah. Amin.

Who That?

2006-04-25T14:23:00.000+08:00

Ok I just came back from lunch. And I saw this guy. A really familiar guy. But no bells ringing in my already looney head lah. I really can't recall where or how I've known him but I'm pretty sure we have shared more than just a word or two. But just words ok nothing more. Or maybe we chatted online? Hmmmmm. He walked towards me smiling and almost saying something until I turned to face my colleague and pretended I did not even notice him. Ok not exactly a smart move but I didn't feel like striking a conversation while feeling all groggy and hungry.

I hate it when this happen. To recognise somebody but totally can't remember who that person is. I don't forget faces. I can still point out my kindergarten classmates if I run into them. But I do forget places and names. And usually the memory will just randomly pops back into the head while doing or thinking something of no relation at all. So I'm probably gonna let this go and let it come to me naturally while I'm taking a crap or reading the newspaper about some sick ~~guy~~ beast who raped his own sister/mother/daughters. Bastards.

Sigh.

Umpimp My Ride

2006-04-21T12:24:00.000+08:00

Enjoy this videos over the weekend. Lepak! And if you recognise this fella, he is the Russian astronaut in Armageddon the movie.

Have a blast this weekend! While I indulge in spring cleaning. Bleargh.

Meleleh

2006-04-20T17:17:00.000+08:00

Yay!! Hujan!!

No bukan yang dari langit tu. Dari lobang hidung aku yang menjadi pujaan..errm siapa eh?

Tak stop-stop plak tu.

Sniffles. Aaaaah choooo.

Unlike Me

2006-04-19T14:21:00.000+08:00

On a usual note, I have rather been excellent (masok bakol pikul sendiri!) at keeping my house clean. My husband would vouch for that. Cause I will be automatically be making some sort of disapproving noise when there are things on the floor or when there is a spot on the kitchen's wall or when the toilet's floor look so eeky or when there are strands of hair on the floor or when the carpet looks dirty etc etc. My hands do the talking too ok. The mouth only produce the noise in a short period of time. Usually lasting only 1 minute.

But the past few days, I have been so disorganised. There are clean laundries spread on the living room carpet as I speak now, clean dishes on the rack have yet to be put at it's right place, a basket of dirty laundries have yet to make its way into the washing machine and the bamboo stick we use to hang clothes outside the window is still in the living room because it has been raining inconsistently lately hence safer to hang it all indoors.

Well we weren't home over the long weekend so I guess it is not entirely my fault. Plus being sickly and fatigued doesn't help much either. It's not like I'm being disorganised on purpose. So I can forgive myself no? I foresee a tiresome weekend coming up. Our dining table will be making its grandeur entrance this Saturday. About time! I shall make full use of this weekend to restore my abode back to its desirable state. So rimas already going back to a home that look like a wreck.

I just hope that this does not become a habit. So when do I really get to rest now? Sigh..

No Title

2006-04-18T10:06:00.000+08:00

Ok I'm back. Semalam MC. Now still lembek. So takde mood.

But this put a pleasant smile on my face. Thanks Sharifah for sharing it with me.

Now I'm sharing it with those who pops in here. I don't care about what people think or say about him. I'm not a fan. But I think he had always been a victim of the media placed in a bad light.

After hearing this song, I hope he gets hidayat from HIM and may his life will have a better turn on a peaceful path.

Give Thanks To Allah - Michael Jackson

Give thanks to Allah,
For the moon and the stars

Prays in all day forward is and what was

Take hold of your iman

Don't give in to Shaitan

Oh you who believe please give thanks to Allah.

Allahu Ghafoor Allahu Rahim Allahu yuhibul Mohsinin,

Wah Khalikhuna Wah Razikhuna wah huwa 'ala kulli shai'in kadir

Allah is Ghafoor Allah is Rahim

Allah is the one who loves the Mohsinin,

He is our creater, He is our sustainer

and He is the one who has power over all.

Give thanks to Allah,

For the moon and the stars

Prays in all day forward is and what was

Take hold of your iman

Don't give in to Shaitan

Oh you who believe please give thanks to Allah.

Allahu Ghafoor Allahu Rahim Allahu yuhibul Mohsinin,
Wah Khalikhuna Wah Razikhuna wah huwa ala kulli shai'in kadir

Allah is Ghafoor Allah is Rahim
Allah is the one who loves the Mohsinin,
He is our creater, He is our sustainer
and He is the one who has power over all.

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After listening to it over and over again. It doesn't sound much as MJ ley. But more than 1 website states that this song is in his new album. The more I listen to it, the more it sound like Zain Bhikha. Chey!!! Tipah tetipu kot???? (Para updated @ 4.17pm)

Mystery Mission

2006-04-13T10:13:00.000+08:00

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door

I hate to wake you up to say goodbye..

Dressed all in black we have a mission. Ok I'm not really leaving on a jet plane. But I'll be somewhat away yet still on the same island. No not referring to parents place. Confused? Me too. On the contrary to the first line above, my bags are so not packed at all. Haiyah!! 2nite i will just chunk watever things I will need. Thank goodness I prepared a list just in case my mind goes blank the moment i lay eyes on the suitcase which is usually the case when I go for long vacations. But this is no long holiday, just a 3 day thingy. It's not even a vacation. Just a mission. A mystery. I have yet to know what is in store for me.

Anyway, it was nice to hear from one of the Se7en after a looooong biskut stunt (skejap ada skejap takde) . The best and well wishes for you and your partner. Honestly, I'm not altogether surprised that you have met someone new and now 'so into' her as you proclaimed in those exact words. Ok so shoot me for saying that. But nevertheless, I hope it all works well for you the way you've always wanted.

Ok I lost my momentum after being told a disgusting story here at work. Errghhh. Kepala dah lah mabuk. Now the details make me want to puke! Yucks!

Till next entry... Nahar Saeed.

See Me Not

2006-04-12T14:50:00.000+08:00

Doink!! Ni mask yang kau recommend aku pakai?? Dah buang tebiat? Satu orang pon tak akan naik bas tu! Eh but that sound like a good idea. I will have the whole bus to myself! Best tu! No elbow war to rush for seats. No more breathing in the morning stale air coming out of from those people who don't bother to take a shower in the morning or let alone brush the teeth! Eeeek!

Not only will I get a 'private' ride, it will cover the unslightly blemishes on my face and I don't have to worry a single bit about wrinkly or panda eyes. And the conductor can carry on driving like a mad drunk biar sampai muka aku hentak kerusi depan pon takpe. Nasib kalau muka aku tak retak, yang crack topeng tu je ah. Eh but the mask look a little claustrophobic to put on leh.

These masks are up for USD$30 on ebay. Cheaper ones would be the melting-face mask from 'Scream'. A little paddings could help the comfort no? Tengok mask atas tu je dah ngeri...camane nak pakai ni. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Use Protection

2006-04-10T10:26:00.000+08:00

Malasnya nak kerja. Takde mood. Extremely tired plus woozy head. But at least I made it to work. While he is at home still sleeping as I speak. Cet!! Siapa suroh tengok bola until so late???

As unwillingly predicted, the swimming plans had remained unbecoming last Saturday. Tragic. And the reason this time? Rain. (It was just drizzling to me but he insisted that it was a bad weather to be dipping our warm bodies.) No denying that he is the more lazy one ok. Him sleeping right now is a proof of it. We ended up roaming at B.P Plaza and did some weekly marketing.

Where can I find a face pad? Something that protects the face and everything beneath the skin. Kinda something like Elaine's Face Bra in Ally McBeal. And why would I need that? You see, trips to work in the 50 mins morning bus ride is a torture in a pleasing way. We get to sleep on the very bumpy ride. So what do you get on bumpy rides? Head-bumping into the windows and pillars. While it is common and usual for me to get my forehead whacked onto the side windows rest and make myself the giggling stock of the morning crowd, today was of something the unusual. My right cheekbone was victimised. Whacked mercilessly onto the side window frame. I never felt more awake after that. I swear I could feel the bone cracked. So sakit. But maintain cool. I think the sound even woke the people around me. And I instantly became the object of staring. Malu!

So if you see me with bruises or reddish spot on my face, it is not because of abusive treatment. But because of the voilent rides caused by the crazy driver. Massaging my right cheekbone now. Ouch ouch. What shall be next? The chin perhaps?

Tomorrow I love You...

2006-04-07T16:19:00.000+08:00

....Your always a day away. Not!!! Hence this song is only applicable on Fridays.

Gue confident set appointment at 1.15pm @ Wayan. Usually it's done in 15 mins. That explains the confidence hokay. But how was I to know that the cute little rainforest under the arms are a stubborn bunch today! Do roots get cranky too? Apparently some spots degil lah. The poor skin turned all red. But all is well for it is now as smooth as a baby's bum. Nyeh nyeh nyeh.

From all the pressure, she had to put some ointment and moisturizer to soothe the stressed skin of mine. And can you imagine I walk around in the office since after lunch with my hands on my waist. Konon cekak pinggang ah. But the truth of the matter is bukak kepak beb kasi angin. Pedih lah! Kahkahakhakhakakh.

Now it's better and relaxed. Tak senonoh betol eh. Pasal ketiak pon bleh jadi topic. Aku pe suka ah BLOG AKU pe.

Btw, skarang kan aku ni bukan sahaja IT Network and desktop support tau kat office ni. Mobile / PDA / Blackberry suma tolak kat aku. Like as if it is part of my jobscope and no negotiations about it. To top it all off, creating templates is suddenly my new task today. Isn't that the secretaries job? How about compensating my duties alongside with what I am required to do. Which means to say; IT support + Secretary + Mobile tech support = $(So how much should i get paid?) Believe it or not one of the lawyer's NEIGHBOURS lah oi call me for help with their mobile. As much as it is nice of him to tell his neighbour how 'smart' I am. HELLO I'm not your personal 1800-everything-also-support hotline okay!!

Blardy Toot!!

Unbecoming Plans

2006-04-05T17:34:00.000+08:00

What happens to all the endless things that you plan to do together before you promised the lifetime of goods and bads to each other? Blame it to lack of time and exhaustion from work everyday? Not to mention HIM working late everyday lah kan. Or when we do have time on weekends we end up cleaning the house (which obviously I DO the most), taking naps, groceries shopping or visiting either parents.

There used to be so many ideas and thoughts in the head but now..I have no freaking idea where it has all gone to. Must be the Marriage Grinch!! And when an idea or plan do come up, there's always something that makes it close to impossible. Plans that DO work, are of the spontaneous kind. Like the Batam episode. So should I give up on dreaming and planning?

I remember we said going swimming together would be nice. We have never done that before you see hence the idea of that was somewhat exciting at that point of time. HELLO!! STILL HAVE NOT DONE THAT YET! Oh and I remember saying "after february we can go short weekend getaways or KL". Errm...still NOT happening! Even talks of picnics and walks by the beach have yet to become reality. We have not even gone trekking up to Bukit Timah nature reserve as planned yet again and the starting point is just behind my block for heaven's sake!!!

Are we just blaming time for excuses or did we automatically morph into boring lazy people???? Comes with the title is it??? Arrrggghh!!

Uninvited Collision

2006-04-04T10:12:00.000+08:00

It wasn't a pretty sight. I was at the T junction in between Victoria St and Golden Landmark yesterday at 10+ in the morning. Mum almost wanted to rush across the left while I told her let's take the right one. And there I was just gazing in between the busy road with sleepy eyes and BOOOOOM!! In 2 seconds it rained glasses. For some reason I instantly teared. (Gembeng ehk) It sounded like an explosion.

A male Toyota MPV driver hit a woman Honda civic driver. And I blardy saw it right in front of my eyes. It was so ugly. The nose part of the MPV is entirely crushed. The impact was so great it came to a halt on an instant just before it rained glasses. The woman's car on the other hand was obviously un-controlled and so it went on for a few metres and up the curb hitting a tree. Everyone around was shooked by the explosion sound like. People ran towards the lady's car to see if she was alright. And she wasn't. Naturally, people started calling for the ambulance. The light blue MPV was in the middle of the T junction causes the traffic to slow down. The male driver seem to be intact and he made his way across to the lady's car. He looked terribly worried pacing up and down. Whose fault you'd ask, well I wasn't paying attention the traffic lights. All I see was a car from the back speed straight and hit the incoming car from the right.To witness such a terrible sight is such an ugly thing on a Monday morning. Causing my tummy cramp to cramp even more intensely. And to think that I teared immediately out of shock was very weird.

Being the commonly kepo or more affectionately known as concerned citizens, we waited for the ambulance to come to the rescue. But I could stomach it no longer and dragged mum away from the scene. If I had not suggested to cross the right side of the road, me and mum would have definitely be in the midst of the glasses shattered from the 2 cars and probably hit by the Honda. We were protected by HIM.

It made me think of all the times I rushed to cross the road the moment Green Man makes the flash. But mostly, it was when the yellow light yells standby I would take the opportunity to take a step ahead. Accidents can happen anywhere. In just a second of hastiness can just steal your life. It doesn't hurt to be more careful. But when it is your time to go, extra mile of vigilance is futile. I had my digi cam with me yesterday but who in the right frame of mind would even think about it just after having a heart attack.

Fellow friends, please be careful on the roads. May it be on foot or wheels.

Minus

2006-03-30T17:58:00.000+08:00

I'm 2000+++ buckaroos poorer. Any kind soul want to make a difference in my life? Start donating!

boo. hoo.

Humble beginnings

2006-03-29T17:33:00.000+08:00

He was 20 when he started to sell varieties of malay kuih placed at shops. Few years later, he got himself a tiny rental space in a coffeeshop and start selling more types of food. Now, 10 years since the minor effort embark, he owns a reasonable stall, hired workers, drive a Ford Focus and a proud father of 2. Oh the best part; he is a Secondary 4 dropout.

This isn't the only person I know with such an inspiring background. Another contrast comparison would be a guy of the same age whom struggled to get good education, went thru University and is now holding a respectable enough position in a big firm but yet earns just enough to support himself and family. As opposed to the first guy mentioned.

Both made effort (usaha) in the best way they can afford. But rewarded in different forms. Bottom line; rezeki is individual's gift from HIM. But heck it does make me wonder why I never thot of selling epok2 or roti boyan after O levels!!

Here I am still unsure about where I really want to channel my ideas. Semangat 2 minit!! Aku nak jual teh tarik je ah kat Arab street!!

Breathe In and Out

2006-03-28T17:51:00.000+08:00

Finally a breath of fresh air!! Add fresh viewing pleasure to that!! Thanks to LindaNJ for her selfless nature. But the time ~~2 days~~ I spent editing the template to my own liking is tiring lah dey. I might have as well designed my very own template from scratch. Eh but i managed in 2 days on top of work's hectic schedule. Terror!!

I wanted to blog about the most expensive breakfast I ever had this morning but look at the time now -> 5:59PM. It's almost knock off hour. So naturally the blog topic of choice is overdue and unwated. Kar puiiik!!

Notice how many words begins with V is used in this template? Coincidence.Really.

The Sky Is Falling???!??!!!!

2006-03-24T09:15:00.000+08:00

Let's do the Chicken Little dance!

Not because the sky is falling but because it's Friday! And it's the beginning of the NATAS fair. Believe it or not we have yet to go for our honeymoon. Not that it is a MUST or of importance lah. But it would be nice to get away and travel a bit. Short trip pon jadi lah. Since we have other plans next year and me probably going to take some certified courses, our pockets only have room for short trips. Especially my pocket. Plus I can't take long leave because my company is oh so ~~blardy stingy~~ generous. The sufferings of a contract staff. Kaar puiik!! (talk about being contented....ok ok I am content for having a job!)

It has been soooooo long since I flew leh. Miss that sickening smell in the aircraft. Never fail to make me wanna puke. Not air sick. Never was. But just the smell makes me sick. And I'm missing that. Does that make you sick? The return trip to CA is blardy unfairly cheap compared to the price we paid few years ago. Ching chong fun betol! But it will be a waste lah if stay for only a couple of days.

I'm so excited!! But we prob won't end up booking anything if the flight schedules don't fit ours. Bleargh! Ok ok beeeeeeeeeee optimistic!!

*mareeeeeya eeeeee mareeeeya oooooooh mareeeeya aaaaah mareeya ah ah aaaaahhh*

Contentment

2006-03-22T10:14:00.000+08:00

What kind are we looking for? The kind that makes us happy? But happy for how long? Or the kind that make others go green? I looked around myself and find that we work too hard to achieve our own vision of happiness in this world. In many many forms and ways that fits best to seek that contentment. Something that can only last for a period of time. Something that should be reffered as a temporary contentment. How could that be ...

Look up the dictionary and you will see what I mean. "Content : Desiring no more than what one has; satisfied."

hmmmmm

But why are we desiring for more and more? What is the meaning of contentment exactly if there is no cap to it? Like getting good education, and then get a well-paid job. Work your way through to have a comfortable life. And when you get there, what's next? Definitely you would want something more. Maybe upgrade to a more expensive house and buy an expensive car. After you achieve all that? Will it just stop there? So at which point will one really feel satisfied and contented?

On another different scenario would be of the retail kind. Maybe this month she would buy a Gucci bag/shoe/shades/apparel. Feeling all glee with eyes-rolling from getting compliments. And then the contentment just died off after a while and which means moving on to a Prada is the best remedy. Leading to another Coach (as in the brand lah not the bus) on the tow. Another LV would do no harm. And then a Ferragamo is just a must-have. Goes on and on and on.

I am not saying that to have those things or work hard to achieve comfortable life is wrong or unacceptable. I am guilty of the same thing too. But what bothers me is the pattern in seeking THAT form of satisfaction. Or in fact it's lack of satisfaction. That is all there is to it. A temporary contentment.

Macam yang selalu kita dengar, let's say this together everybody ; "Tak tahu bersyukur eh?" Yes memang bersyukur. Tapi nak lebih. Camane tu? We always want a bigger trophy at the end of the first finishing line. Kirakan macam "dah kasi peha nak badan" lah gitu.

In this life and in the purpose of this world, can content and satisfation be ever fulfilled. I see my glass as half full and empty at the same time... Jia lat.

Edited-22.03.2006::2.59pm

Doom Avenue

2006-03-20T10:01:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was quite an experience. Meeting those people. I never really fully understand the nature of their activities. Mostly have been misunderstood by the community. Being perceived as the "irresponsible who leaves their family behind". Yeah but only for a short period of time. And not in an irresponsible manner at all. And for a good cause.

We are not that much different actually. The only thing that sets us apart is the actions we take. While we are the observer who sits back and just disapprove in our hearts and mind, they are the one who take a step forward and deliver the message. It doesn't make them superior. Nor do they FEEL superior. But it is in most mind of ours that say otherwise. If we were less conceited and take it in on a positive stride, perhaps we could make things easier for them.

This is a generation that needs people like them. A society that can't do without these movement. It doesn't take you to be a so called qualified leader to make this contribution. If we leave it to just the publicly-perceived as competent group of people than we are on a road to Doom Avenue. But again, like what Hubb said; "It's a work of choice, not by enforcement". Not everyone has the flair or courage to do as such. I myself was overwhelmed by it. But receptive to his surprise.

And believe it or not, it's not a cause to ridicule or degrade anyone. Nor is it to personify their status. Just a flow to help others and most importantly help reflect themselves with constant reminders by reminding others. Get it? As simple as that.

Ps: due to the nature of the people mentioned. Identity of group is not disclosed.

Throbbing..

2006-03-16T12:47:00.000+08:00

spinning..berdenyut-denyut.

Kepala................ kepala aku lah. Abeh kepala ~~siapa~~ apa.

So many things on the unsorted mind. Causing unnecessary bulge to the eyes.

But this pic just made my day lah. Aku tengok pon sampai terikot senyum gigi.

Gerrrrraammmm nye aku tengok gambar kau Sholiha.

On a less bouncier note ; my younger bro the rebel said this when I gave him the mouthful : 'Biar hanyut ... jangan ganyut.'

Ciz bedebah punya budak. Aku nak marah pon sampai terketawa.

Walk The Line (Not a review)

2006-03-15T11:09:00.000+08:00

Our sengkek taik hidong masin selves brought back 6 DVD from the Batam trip. Buy 5 get 1 free. And it's only S$3 per DVD. Shhhhhhhhhh. Last night we watched this despite being so sleepy. I'm not going to do a lengthy review on this. Read: tak kuasa. A story about Johnny Cash whom needs no introduction. I thought Joaquin did a really great job potraying his role. It was Oscar worthy. Reese was great too but not really oscar material compared to Joaquin. To me, it wasn't a movie about how he rise to fame. But it's about friendship, love, family and above all about how important it is to be supportive and having faith in the ones we care about.

It is so easy for us to belittle the ones closest to us and not realising that having such intense faith can make such a huge difference in another's life. If only we focus on the positive part and help 'em bring it out instead of battering by ridiculing the flaws. Quite a meaningful message if you ask me. Depends on how you choose to see it.

The Real Johnny Cash and June Carter

Ps : Now I can't wait to watch Jarhead.

Falsified

2006-03-14T11:09:00.000+08:00

The head is kinda wooosie this morning. So staying put at my desk is a wise option. Not that I don't have any work to do. Sesungguhnya kepala saya pening. My fingers were having a mind of their own and chose to google my blog link. And guess what I found at the bottom of the list ?

Firstly, how come it's titled as Sabbie?

And secondly, A BORN RACIST?? ME?? WHAT?? The stupid link is broken.

So I looked through my posts. I had an entry with that title lah dey. Panicked for no reason. Cet!

Don't blame poor ~~silly~~ me. Just look at the way it was put in that line.

Yok ke Batam

2006-03-13T11:39:00.000+08:00

Last Saturday was a spontaneous trip to Batam. Mr Hubb have never been there while I have only stepped foot once and vouch to not go back because of the sucky ferry ride that caused me to literally spill my guts out. Cet! And the apek sebelah laughed at me ok! In my face! Ptuih!

Well that was several years ago. When he suggested to go last Sat, my eye-balls almost popped out. "U serious?? What for??" Ok I know... stupid question. Anyhoo we got spruced up for the trip. My lack of enthusiasm was lacking in discretion for he could sense it. Nevertheless, the thought of us being unfamiliar with the places there was kinda worrying. The last thing I want is for him to be kidnapped and sold for prostitution. Heh! Like as if the bus ride wasn't torturing enough to HarbourFront I had to endure the boat ride for another hour. The boat was just about to move I was already green. Sheeesh. "Tak rock ah uuuu". Ptuih! But this time I was fully aware of my bodily reaction towards the circumstances hence preparation was the smart way to go. Minyak kapak! No buasam could be found hence the minyak will do. Tenye lah kau nyah. Told him I'm going to stay outside the cabin to avoid another vomitting episode. And bravo! I survived the 50 mins ride. With no buasam ok!

We jalan-jalan and realised that Batam's fashion industry isn't exactly a trendsetter material. It is more known as the 'Sleazy Town' for some people no?? So we decided to visit a spa. Farmosa hotel suggested Trinity. Off we go. I was totally unprepared for this. He insisted to pamper me and choose the 150mins herbal body treatment instead for just the 30min body scrub (Batam panas lah dey..berpeluh ketiak aku..nak mandi punya pasal.) It was kinda weird having someone scrubbing and massaging ur entire body. And I really mean ENTIRE. When she was at my belly, I was thinking to myself "will she go further up?" And before I could finish that thought her hands were squeezing my 'humble mountains'. Errrrrrrrk. And the blardy cold aircon wasn't helping. After the whole thing I felt so so so so so squeaky clean. I tink even a newborn baby would spank my arse. So refreshing. So best! So cheap some more!!

Overall the trip was worth it lah. We only changed SGD$100. I get to go for a full body treatment and he got the traditional urut for 1 hour. Luckily the male masseur didn't go Brokeback Mountain on him. Haha. And on top of that we still had money for cab fares, his khaki pants and not forgetting food food and food. Money well spent!

In case you're wondering why I'm not putting up any pics. I brought the camera....without the memory card!! Pandai kan??????!!?!?!?!?

2006-03-09T16:39:00.000+08:00

feeling. not well.

crap = me

No Entry

2006-03-07T15:18:00.000+08:00

There is nothing to blog about today. Really.

Staring at the monitor. Sleepy eyes. Lazy bum. Tired feet. Cold fingers.

I really have nothing to say lah. I mean what is the point of logging in to blogger.com but no new entry to add anyway. Don't you agree? Only goondoos log in and have nothing stimulating to talk about and end up blogging about nothing. Such a waste of time.

Erm...now what was I about to say. Nothing. *Yaaaawwn*

The Notebook

2006-03-06T10:08:00.000+08:00

Friends and people at work come to me for buying-a-notebook/desktop advise. Ironically, I'm the one that is having a hard time to decide as of now. So many brands, so many features, so many prices. Can I just go Eeeni meeni mainee moo ... catch a bad boy by his smelly toe. Ok maybe not. But I seriously can't decide. Everyday I come to work I would stare at Dell, Acer and Hp website and compare the specs. Everyday ok. Over the same models. Xiao.

Choosing a notebook is like making a decision on your soulmate lah. The specs MUST fully meet your needs and requirement yet not painful on your bank account. And at the end of the day, you are one SATISFIED user. How about that? Am I right or am I left?

And since all I need is just the basics. Dell Inspiron 630m looks like the best choice. And very affordable too. S$1,518 only.

I bet the hubb wishes that I have just as basic needs when it comes to him too. Nyah nyah nyah.

And the best part is; reading so many reviews online is still not helping me to decide. Bleargh!

To Buy or Not to Buy

2006-03-02T10:06:00.000+08:00

I never cared much about Prada, Gucci, LV, Fendi, Ferragamo etc etc. Well I'm no Paris Hilton. The closest I am to her is that we both have elbows. I never believed in spending $500 over just one handbag. And with all those replicas out there, ain't it a pinch when you know someone else have bought an identical piece at a steal. But the past few months, I have been eyeing some bags from Coach.com. Not that I'm about to morph into Paris all of a sudden. I just fancy some of the bags. I didn't say I WON'T spend such $$ over a bag. I just don't find it practical. And the last thing I will do is ask him to get it for me. I'm more of a 'I'll-get-it-myself-if-I-want-it'. It has been a month of surfing the website and admiring the pretty little bags. I'm a bag-freak. I DON'T need a reason to buy a new piece adding to my mounty collection. I just have to have it!

But I ended up buying this :

For him. A birthday gift. I wanted something funky yet professional to suit his job and personality. This laptop/document bag is perfect! Raoul has excellent stuff for men. Usually I only jeling-menjeling when I walk by it. This time, I walked straight in. Didn't get any discount with my Suntec card though. Pfffft. It's a cool multi-purpose bag that has a handle, a strap, and also can be attached to a luggage's pull-up handle. Very cool huh. Exactly what he needs for his work trips. The material is excellent too!! He will definitely look young, groovy yet professional with this bag. I can't wait to see the expression on his face later. Other brands I have seen are just way too tua-looking for him.

The question is; why is it that we never think or blink twice when getting gifts regardless of the digit on the price tag for the ones we love but it takes endless consideration when buying something pricey for ourselves???

Like last year, I was REALLY close to buying a new latest handphone for myself. Not that I need one. My fingers just itch when new ones come out. Natural reaction ah. But I ended up buying the black MotoRazr for him. No special occasion. His suicidal nokia handphone was committing such terrible connection-crimes lah.

Hmmm....so will it be the Coach bag and new handphone soon? We'll see......

Me = Boss

2006-02-27T11:35:00.000+08:00

Emo saga aside.

On a lighter note, I am in NEED of a career change. Hmmm...Doesn't sound light. These are the reasons for inducing such thoughts ;

- no job satisfaction
- stability do NOT co-exist with the recent years of outsourcing employment
- tired of having to keep up with latest skills and knowledge
- tired of contracts
- sick of solving computer/network problems
- especially tired with panicky over-reacting cuckoos (those IT illiterates)
- and most of all....SICK of working for people

I almost signed up for the BA in English/Journalism programme. Such a big leap considering that I'm of the IT background. But that isn't the reason of my doubts. Education is always a good thing. But realistically, the aftermath of graduation does not guarantee me a relevant job with compensating paycheck. Pessimistic? Not really. Just happen to know more-than-we-want-to-admit number of people whom are of a Degree or higher qualification holder that are either jobless or job hopping due to contracts or ends up with a job that they are over-qualified but underpaid with. But the pattern is usually that the grads are of a foreign Uni or a private institute. Those I know from local Unis are better off. So the option of me spending another almost $20k over something that will lead me to join the not-so-bright-future queue is very very daunting.

That is not the only point of hesitation. Another is the self status that has made a change since early this month. From a Miss to Mrs. And who knows, it could change again to a M.O.M. As much as I would LOVE to get the further education I want, it will no longer be about me me me. Cause I will never know if I am needed to stay at home for a period of time. What happens then? Yet again, this is not the ultimate factor to why the doubts deepen.

On one hand, I can stay at the current job. I'm not unhappy. Just not complete. Who is anyway? But what's in store down the road in 5 years? Not much difference in wage and job scope? Even more daunting. Or I can be selfless and stick to what I have for the sake of my family.

My long time dream in running something of my own (even if it is on a small scale) could be the major influence to the earlier hesitations. Like the Hubb said "It's better if you save up money for capital or take relevant courses in your choice of venture rather than a degree that has no promises." Of course running a business has its downfall too. But not working for anyone else is a much desired thought.

Choices are not kind with me this time. So I guess these options below are mmmm... promising?

Submit slavery to current situation.

Save up $$$$. (Hairy hands not included)

The BOSS of ME.

InsyaAllah. Amin.

2006-02-27T08:44:00.000+08:00

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Missers Lonely

Today is the Monday that I dread. I venci! Wake up morning-morning to help him get ready. It's a good thing we stayed over at my parents'. 10 mins drive to Terminal 2. While he is looking awake and smartly dressed for his work trip, I look basi and half asleep with dishelved hair. I still look relatively cute. Depends on how you define cute that is. Hah! Hey but I did wash my face and brushed my teeth ok. And I shamelessly asked him to kiss my cheeks in the presence of my parents just before he stepped out the door...but nooooo I didn't get my kiss!! Malu depan Mak konon. Ciz. The moment my mum walked to the kitchen to wave daddy bye-bye, hubbs patah balik to the door macam lipas kudung and pecked me! Yay!! Dear Hubb, next time I don't care where I ask for a kiss. Must die-die give!!

Going to work from Tampines makes me feel re-single all over again. Nyah nyah nyah. I am so not loving the crowd at the MRT station. I'm feeling miserable already. Bad enough that it's MONDAY. Sigh.

Tummy don't feel good. I think Shit is about to make it's grandeur exit. This time it's not the cause of anxiety or nervousness. It's loneliness. :(

Execusey me. *pooof to the jamban*

TGIF - Tak Gerek It's Friday

2006-02-24T09:09:00.000+08:00

It's Friday. On an unusual note, I'm not looking forward to it as much (refer: Title). Orang giler je tak suka weekend. Eh suka sukaaaa. But just not this weekend. 2 more days and the Hubster lobster will be outstation. For a week! Boo hoo. And to think that his FIRST b'day as my husband he has to celebrate it on a foreign soil away from me. P'tuih to his manager! This feeling sucks big time. To make it suckier, everyday the past 2 weeks was working-late period for him. Sometimes I secretly hate his job. Shhhhh.

But somehwere deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep in me is actually thinking that this "away" period will have a positive effect on us. Gives us some time on our own and opportunity to miss one another and perhaps reflect if we have taken each other for granted.

I'm soooo not going to stay in that huge house all by myself. I don't mind lah but the walls will be bored to death listening to me. Anyway, I'd rather use the time to spend it with my family instead. I miss my parents. Miss my old room. Miss the hall, the kitchen, the smelly toilet. And mostly, I miss my annoying brothers!

Tomorrow will be another long Saturday for us. Bringing along the heavy album from one house to another. It's a stupid tradition if you ask me. I mean, newly weds need the weekends to rest especially soon after the wedding saga. Not travelling from one end to another. Especially those that work and live on their own. Thank goodness he has to fly off Monday morning so we are excused on Sunday. Bleaaaargh!!

There was a point of time I was looking forward to be a bride. And now, 'pengantin basi' is a very appealing state to be.

Techni-xion

2006-02-22T09:26:00.000+08:00

Thanks to 3 of my cousins, we have a toaster that can toast, roast, Bbq..watever you want to call it. We've had baked potatoes, black pepper BBQ chicken and Honey spice glazed chicken since we moved in the house. And since then, I have asked the hubster to move the oven into the cabinet section. But for the meantime, we had placed it on the kitchen top. Which by the way takes too much space. It has been more than 2 weeks and the oven is still sitting there stealing my space that is much needed when cooking. So I decided to take actions into my own hands.

No thanks to the contractor for the tiny hole by the oven section just enough for the cable. Which means the head-plug (I don't know what it is called lah) has to be un-screwed. For an only girl to grow up in a household where every handy things are done by the brothers or father; this was quite a challenge. So I took out the toolbox which I bought for Mr Hubster. Carefully choose the tip and start unscrewing the gold colored screws. Capturing the insides with my photogrpahic memory. And begin dismantling the parts. I placed the oven where it is meant to be and squeeze the cable into the tiny hole which is just enough for a finger to poke through. Begins the re-mantling (if there is such a word). Somehow one of the insides that looks like a tiny battery does not fit nicely. The other 2 is sitting in fine. And my not-so-photographic memory ran out of 'film' lah suddenly, so I forgot the correct position. And what best to solve it with? Unscrew the rice cooker's head-plug lah. Oooooh that's how it's placed. Voalaaaaa!! Done!! To avoid incidents, testing is always recommended. I ran to the living room after switching the power on. Takot meletop. But it seems to be fine.

What an accomplishment! Again, for a girl who had the men to do all the handy things, this was such a proud achievement. *doin' the jiggy* Mr Hubster just came back from work and he went.."waaaah pandai seeeeeeeeeeeeh!" Pasal dah malas tunggu tu sebab jadi pandai. Hmmmmmfffft.

Neverending Rush-Rush

2006-02-20T10:40:00.000+08:00

The weekend was crazy lah. Newly-weds so DO NOT get enough rest for the next..hmm geee I don't know....few months perhaps. Maybe because we are living on our own so that means doing everything by ourselves without the help from parents. Friday night we got our album so that meant visits to his aunts and uncles lah on Saturday. And the weather was so scary. Lucky for us, we only hv 1 album. Tu pon quite heavy. Can't imagine if we have to drag along 3 or 4 albums (which is the norm). Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk.

Sunday was worst. Hot sticky afternoon. Rushed to pick up our wedding DVDs at Tampines. Which was superb by the way. Worth every penny. And then rush off to Wan and Dillah's wedding thankfully at Tampines too. Which was sooooooooooo pink. The pelamin was so beautiful. In simpler words..so DIVA!! Then off to his auntie's place at Bedok Resv. Watched the DVD for the first time. And then off back to Tampines to my parents place. Watched the DVD again. Which after that we all together left for Amirah's Grill for a farewell dinner for Auntie Mariam before she fly off back tonite. All this endless running here and there for the past weeks causing me extreme exhaustion, almost caused me to have fever yesterday. Popped 2 panadol pills and that helped a little.

I have not been to Amirah's grill since they shifted to Pahang St. I can't forget their delicious soup. Thank goodness they still have it today. Although their menu are influenced by western dishes, they still have to-die-for Hummus and Kofta! Their service and food are a far cry compared to the lousy Al Majlis. Although we always keep coming back. For God-knows-why reasons..I don't know myself. And the sofa room was so comfy and lovely. And my granny and aunts got to watch our DVD in that room. How cool.

Anyway, CONGRATS to Dillah and Wan. May you have a lifetime of blissful marriage painted with love, tolerance and endurance. Not forgetting be blessed with PLENTY of cute juniors!!!! Sekarang beban kau dah over. Boleh rileks. But guess what...the exhaustion is not even close to over beb! So hang in there. Yesterday alone, I watched our DVD 4 times!! I just love the way it was done. There is a blooper section at the end. Hilarious! And my dad was like "E eh ni pengantin menggeletis!!!!!!"

Dah penat-penat reach home almost midnight...still had the energy to watch the video one last time before off to bed. Heh!!

Aunt Mariam, guess-who??? and Aunt Thari.

Ok I just had to include this picture. We had a belly dance session before the mak andam came on the nikah day. Impromptu. And why censored you might ask..cause the tudung wasn't on me lah. Duh.

Oh btw, PINK seem to be the color these days for weddings. One thing Dillah and me have in common; MANIPULATING our partners in wearing PINK on our big day! Poor guys. Hahahaha.