Forging a Fab Web

Crazy, Crazy Week

2008-08-07T21:36:00.003+08:00

Its been so crazy these past two weeks. Ok, the truth is its been crazy the past 2 months. I've been struggling to stay positive, tried leaning on pillars that turned out to be more broken than i am, realised that the only pillar n strength that i should lean on is Allah.

I can't find the words to say. I have no words to explain. And i can't articulate all thats been happening. I admire those who seems to be able to write all the time about everything and anything. Or maybe because my mind have been so stunted that to write anything is just farcical.

Thank God, its all over now. But with it also comes new challenges. I will not be defeated.

My Little Champion

2008-07-26T22:20:00.002+08:00

Abrar is sitting! He's been trying since the last few weeks. Kept toppling over n falling backwards. It was pretty funny. And just this afternoon he just suddenly sits like he's been doing it forever. I am so proud of him!

Blogs enhancement

2008-07-19T12:11:00.002+08:00

Aiyoh so difficult to prettify my blog.

Models in Diapers

2008-07-16T20:38:00.010+08:00

My favourite-est shots.

Family shots

2008-07-14T14:06:00.019+08:00

From left to right: Me, my mom, my pregnant elder sister, kaklong and younger sister, aan. Baju are all coutesy of my sister aan's online boutique.

This is not a complete family picture unfortunately. We are missing my brother, Dd. All pictures are taken in my sister's studio.

Price: $130 (picture top) Price: $140 (picture below)

I took the liberty of posing in the beautiful clothes that my sister are selling. I thought of bringing some over. They are selling like hot cakes in Singapore.

Sisters only. Aren't we cute? Ha ha...There are more pictures to upload. Will upload in later posts.

Weirdos

2008-07-12T23:23:00.004+08:00

Jijster, my best friend just started on her new job. I asked her how are her colleagues, she said they seem okay except for one minah tudung. She said the minah tudung is a bit weird. I asked if its 'korek hidung and makan' kinda weird. She got grossed out and said NO. But right after typing that i had a vision of my secondary school classmate doing the exact afore described deed. It is very disgusting okay. My than cliques used to watch transfixed to see if, lets call her Rachel, would do the deed after period after period.

Rachel is a very pretty girl. She have beautiful eyes, sharp nose, big breast. Basically very very pretty. This is how she would do it. She would take a textbook and cover her face. Once she feels that she is invinsible she would proceed with digging her nose with all her might. And once she gets the treasure..... she'd eat it. Aaaarrrrggghhh... I couldnt even type all these without shuddering with disgust. Maybe thats her secret to her beauty. Ha ha...

She would also fall asleep and drool puddles on her desk. Whats up with that? Our teacher would wake her and when she jerk up awake her drool would drip from her face. The whole class would go, 'Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!'. If any of my old classmate is reading this they would know what im talking about. Sorry Jehan. I mean Rachel.

Enough about that. Anyway, the weird minah tudung is a stalker. I am not surprised. Jijster is beautiful, cool and funny. I would stalk her is she wasnt my friend. Ha ha...

We are back in SINGAPORE!

2008-07-08T00:13:00.010+08:00

Ok, Ammar found a new way to amuse himself. Yes, thats him right there wearing just his diapers and holding his favourite book. When i put the brother (Abrar) on the baby walker, he would push the brother around collecting his toys thats strewn across the living room floor and put it behind Abrar to be transported to another area. So Abrar is now his little transport on foot.

You know how in cartoons the cartoon babies would adorably reach its chubby little hand to touch the cartoon parents' face but in real life babies dont really do that. Except Abrar does. And its SOOOOO CUTE! He did that to strangers and they squeal with delight. He is a charmer, that one.

Yes, and we are back in Singapore. Going to upload a lot more photos soon.

Crazy About 60s and 70s fahion

2008-07-06T12:19:00.004+08:00

Isnt that cute?! Thats an original vintage 70's clothes pattern. I got like a bunch of photos that i downloaded from a website but now have lost all the pictures save for this one which is on my friendster. I love 70's fashion from before it made such a huge come back. I love the flirty dresses, the palazzo pants, the crop top. Minus the big hair and all of course. I am trying to find that website again but i found other stuff instead. Not bad there are a few pretty ones below.

Im going to search for more.

I learned that..

2008-07-04T22:28:00.002+08:00

I learned that....

my ego sometimes get in the way of expressing how i really feel cos i was afraid that people will think that im soft or too sensitive which i realise is stupid. I am soft and sensitive. I cry when i see my boys's sleeping form. I weep everyday cos i can't believe i am so blessed to be chosen to share their life. And despite all the shite i put my family through, they still accept me. Im undeserving.
i am very optimistic. No matter how bad a situation is i am full of hope. Which can be annoying but it helps me to pull myself out of the mud.
i am not as selfish as i always thought myself to be. After having kids, i can put someone else's comfort before mine. Because i kept telling myself that i was selfish before, i became exactly that. Now i know better.
the mantra i use to keep repeating to myself everyday is soul destroying. So now i have a new mantra. And it helped me discover just what i can really do.
being disciplined and organized doesn't mean i am less fun.
accepting that i made mistakes, forgiving myself, to lay down the guilt and move on is the most important and greatest gift that i can give to myself and my boys. It help me emerge into a stronger person.
my cynical and critical attitude in the past was just a mask to hide my insecurities.
my thoughts are prayers.
because of what happened and looking at my boys. I learn that i love my siblings now more than i ever did before.
no matter how thin i am or how fantastic my body is i will never be called 'stunning, beautiful or gorgeous'. I will always be called, "oh she is pretty or oh you are sweet.'

I know that whatever test that i am going through right now is not permanent (losing a leg is permanent). Because i have faith that everything happens for a reason and i trust that Allah knows best i know that this too shall past and i will be stronger for it.

17, 21, 27

2008-07-03T23:10:00.006+08:00

I never truly understood the value of money until now. People say that when you start working you will than appreciate how hard it is to earn money. Hmm... Not really. I find that i was still wasteful. I throw things or food out on a whim cos, hey, i can just go and get a new one.

Its funny how as we age money takes on different meaning.

When i was 17 years old if i have $400 i would think, "Oh my gawd! I have so much money to buy cigarettes!! I can smoke 5 big packs a day. YAY!!!! Happy, happy, joy, joy, happy, happy, joy, joy...(sings)

At 21, "Oh Thank God, more than enough money to splurge on make up. Off to Watson!!!'

Now, 'Alhamdulillah, that settles my babies 1 month milk supply.' Everything is measured by the kids needs now. '$60' for a top??? I can buy one can of baby's milk plus one L Huggies diaper.'

Everytime we go out shopping i come back and realise that i bought one top and the rest of the money are spent on the boys cos 'this is just toooooo cute not to buy.'

They are so precious, they deserve everything. Being a parent teaches me more about life than anything else. Its so true what they say, ' You see the world through your child's eyes.'

Counting down.. 6 weeks

2007-01-08T01:04:00.000+08:00

We were watching a movie on HBO and there was a scene where the wife was leaving the husband cos she was merajuk-king with him. And i was taunting husband about how unreasonable the man is when he turned and say, "Wow, look at that. All the husband's clothes are nicely folded!'. Ho ho ho... Ooooo-kay. Well, why dont you just carry your son then!

Very takde kena mengena, i know. So im folding baju now. My favouritest items to fold are my pretty colourful underwears and t-shirts. Least favourite are husband's pants and shirts. I use to fold clothes with Mak. But i will only fold the easy ones and let her fold the shirts and pants. I miss her so much.

My sister's future sister-in-law and bestfriend had just given birth. Her daughter is sooooo beautiful and chubby! I am so jealous. I really cant wait till my baby boy is here so that i can hold him. I hope my baby will be just as chubby. Its funny, before pregnancy i told myself that when i get pregnant i will eat EVERYTHING i want. I am already fat so it doesnt matter.

Now that im pregnant, i cant even do that. I mean i can eat anything (that doesnt harm the baby) but i just dont. One is because i just dont have the appetite and two because i dont know how to cook the things that i want to eat. I can try and cook them but its so darn tiring when after two hours, the food didnt turn out like food and is not edible at all.

Even when we go out i dont know what to eat. I am so fussy about food. I was paranoid before being pregnant, now i am even more paranoid. I dont eat at food courts(cos i dont really trust that the food is clean enough), and when i eat at restaurant i have a long list of things i dont eat. Like noodles(cos i dont trust that they wash the noodle properly), seafood (cos they are usually not fresh but it depends on the place too sometimes), chicken (cos im sick of Kenny Rogers and Nando's), rice fried or whatever (cos its so ordinary), roti canai (am sick of eating that nearly every day from that mamak shop near Megan Ave).. I really dont know what to eat.

I do like waffles and curly fries now and Sweet and Sour Chicken (wing only. husband eats the drumlet part) from Pizza Hut. Ooohhh.. i just remembered that i also like Uncle Lim's porridge. We tried that at One Utama and its soooo good. Hmmm... yum. We should go there tomorrow and eat that.

Now that i am thinking about food, i think if i am in singapore there are a lot of food that i would probably eat. Like the absolutely yummy Seafood Hor Fun from Bedok Chai Chee Restaurant or Kway Teow Seafood from the same place. Ooohhh.... and the pratas (any kind cos they are sooo good) from Bedok walk, Chicken Murtabak from Arab Street, Chee Cheong Fan from Banquet, garlic tea and karipap daging (they are the best, really) from Tanjong Pagar Railway Station, rojak mama from anywhere (cos there is none here), and of course my mom's sambal tumis udang and telur, kway teow goreng, kuah lemak lodeh... Sigh. I miss home. I miss Singapore.

Hopefully after giving birth i would be able to go back home more often. There is really no place like home. No matter how constricting and stuffy Singapore can be sometimes but i guess there is no place like it.

Hungry now. Going to raid the kitchen.

Its another day..

2007-01-02T00:42:00.000+08:00

There are a number of things that i simply hate to do.

1) Ironing

2) Folding clothes

Yes, i hate doing these two chores with a passion. I dont mind mopping (although i have not mopped floor for 2 wks now. I have enough trouble moving about as it is, the idea of mopping seems like suicide).

I only do ironing if and when i really, really have to. Like run out of clothes that does not need to be ironed or its Hari Raya clothes. And even when i iron its always at the very last minute so as to minimize the torture. So a couple of weeks ago, getting up late everyday and rushing to iron husband's shirt and pants does not make a very happy morning so we send it to the laundrymat here to get it ironed. Im so happy!

But folding clothes.. i cant get out of it. I have not touched the pile of clothes in the basket for sooooooo long. This is how it looks like..

Contents are spilling out of its guts. And also we are running out of things to wear. I feel bad that husband have to rummaged through Mount Kilimanjaroo (i gave it a name) for clean clothes. I think i would have to really fold it soon cos my cupboard is now nearly empty. Look!

On a different subject altogether, i watched Oprah Winfrey the other day and one of her guest was Queen Rania of Jordan. She is a gorgeous young Queen! And to make it even more sickening, she is nice, compassionate and intelligent. How lucky can someone be? She have 4 kids but looks fabulously model thin, have great hair and beautiful skin. There was one part where she told Oprah how terrifying it was when she realised that she was going to be queen and she was just 29 years old than. 29 years old than??? She doesnt look any more than 29 at the time of interview!

So i got to thinking how someone can ever fulfil a dream of becoming a princess or a queen. You just have to be these three things;

1) You have to be freakishly tall (because im not tall anyone who is tall is freakish. Yes, im bias)

2) You have to be stunningly beautiful and have gorgeous hair.

3) You have to be compassionate, nice and intelligence will definitely help.

If my sister is not getting married end of this year, i will definitely ask her to hang around palaces or castles and such. You never know who you might meet. Heh.

I will end with this gorgeous design by Andrew Gn.

So pretty!

Disasters..

2006-12-30T17:21:00.000+08:00

I strongly suspect that suicide rate everywhere doubled because of the internet connection. It was hair tearingly frustrating. I didnt even bother to try to check my email the last few days. Today is really much better.

Went for check-up a few days ago and i have put on weight!! Im 60kg!! I never thought i'd be so happy to be 60kg. Everything is well and baby is 1.6kg. Alhamdulillah. I cant be more happier. I cant wait to see him and hold him. Husband cant wait to be able to play with him. He is jealous that i have the baby all to myself now.

I've been having really weird cravings now. I love the smell of Lime flavoured Eno and the smell of Coke. I know that coke is not good for the baby but i really just love the smell. So we bought a bottle. I usually just smell it and husband drinks it. Cant do the same with Eno, though. So i just smell it. The other day i accidentally inhaled it. It hurts.

I have yet to detect swollen ankles, feet or hands. Thank god! But its getting more difficult now that im getting heavier. I have also lost the ability to control my bladder. I peed a little when i coughed yesterday. Thats horrible. Good that i was at home. Everything hurts too; my arms, legs, calves. Especially my back. And the cramps. I never thought that my fingers and toes can cramp up. Its amazing.

Good news! We have established a new company with new partners. Insyallah, we are hoping this will work out better. At least this time, we are not compromising anything that we are not comfortable with. Im praying for the best.

In the meantime, i am excitedly awaiting the arrival of my baby!

Woo-hooo...

2006-12-16T20:59:00.000+08:00

Yay, we finally got internet!! Temporarily at least. Our partners are off in US for a month so we borrowed their jaring decoder to see if it works. At the same time, husband is scouting around for the best broadband deal. When it comes to buying anything, he is such a woman. Buying one pants will take weeks of careful consideration and countless visits to at least 4 different malls. This drives me crazy. I am very quick with purchasing anything, if i have the money of course. I don't bother to compare prices with 254 other shops. Thats why I try not to shop with him, especially now when the last thing i want to do is to be traipsing around KL with the ever growing, heavy stomach. Im watching Animal Planet now. These Lemurs are sooooo cute. Sigh. I miss the cat. Im digressing. Anyway..

31 weeks next week and i will have 9 weeks left till i meet my baby. One part of me just can't wait for that moment but another part breaks out in cold sweat when i think incredulously that I, ME, i am going to be a mommy. Eewwwwwwww....!!! Tak cutenya the bats. Im still watching Animal Planet.

Reading Mother and Baby magazine always leaves me panic stricken cos it seem like i don't know anything and it seem like there are so many things to know. Theres a list of illnesses or infections that might afflict my baby and i should look out for the signs. Its all very scary. Makes me feel like having a check list of all things that i have to watch out for. Husband keeps telling me to Stop Panicking! and also to take things one day at a time.

I am not anxious about labour. I don't take pain very well. The doctor took my blood recently. Husband had to hug my head to his chest and hold my left hand very tightly. Several nurses walked past the room, gush at how my husband is so loving (he was just trying to keep me from bolting the room actually) and started to (very loudly) to my dismay, cheer! It was very embarassing. They proceeded to congratulate me on being brave and staying still. I feel 1.2 inches tall.

Obviously, i have heard, read and been told a lot of horror stories. But i figured that different people will have different experiences. Who knows? Maybe mine will be absolutely painless. Okay, i know that is not possible but heres to praying for a miraculous best! Heee.

Friendly Malaysians

2006-12-08T11:42:00.000+08:00

I think the friendliest malaysians are the taxi drivers. Most of the taxi drivers i've met here are very informative and chatty. One driver is so friendly that he continues talking even when i was asleep. But nothing beats a pissed taxi driver. I was in a cab of an indian fella, i asked him how much the charge for going to the airport and instead of replying to my question, he said since i spoke english to him he would like to talk about the language problem in malaysia.

He then launched into a tirade of what he believe is a stupid move on Tun Dr Mahathir part when he decided to do away with making English the 1st Language. According to Sam (taxi driver's name), Dr Mahathir said at that time that the english language will make the malay convert to christianity. Okay, i dont know anything about that. I must be barely speaking age when that whole shebang took place.

He continued with how people are so racist now. He had a 12 year old boy in his taxi who told him that his Ustadz preached to all of them not to socialize with other races. I was shocked. He talked about racism and how growing up he never had such problems (he is an old man, by the way). They were brothers and sisters, he and his kampung friends of different races. Sadly. now there are so much segregation.

I have read some shocking articles about racial intolerance and its very surprising but to listen to Sam talk about it all with so much anger is, well, something else. I dont remember ever meeting someone and noticing their race or skin colour (dark, fair, yellow, pink). My boyfriends are of different race and religion. A little bit like United Colours of Benetton, actually. And my first true love was a Teochew. I've never looked at him and think, 'he is chinese.' We are all just humans.

Growing up, my mom worried that i will convert to other religion to marry my boyfriend. Never crossed my mind. We may be of different race and religion but i know who i am and will always stay true to what i believe in.

Anyway, so Sam rant and rave until we reached the apartment. Our partners here did warned us about how racially divided some people can be, we did not have any idea the extent of that till quite recently. I mean a lot of Singaporeans are racist too but well, its not like how it is here at all.

I just feel that its awfully sad and unfair when people classify and discriminate because of race, religion or skin colour. It happens all over the world, of course but everyone have the responsibility to stand up against it.

New and Improved

2006-12-04T18:07:00.000+08:00

Nothing new, really but just an overall improved mood. Was sick since thur (that is probably what caused the horrible mood swing), went to the doctor and now im all better. (Thank you, Sister Ely for the advice). Doctor said that my uterus is a bit small, which got me worried. Sensing that, she retracted and said but its ok and my baby looks alright. She asked how im sleeping, i told her not bad considering baby keeps kicking me when i lie on my side. With barely self-contained glee, she announced that i won't get any sleep soon when i get bigger. Ooo-kay, well something to look forward to.

I dont know why im not gaining any weight. I try to eat a lot. I am a bit picky about food, though. I've always been health conscious, not really freakily health conscious but i just really hate oily and unhealthy food. It makes me sick. And its worst here, all there is around here are coffee shops which i doubt have ever heard of the word 'hygiene'. So i usually end up eating just fruits and bread for lunch. We decided to bring packed lunch from now on.

Flatulence is pretty common with being pregnant. Of course, i dont go around farting in public, well, not all the time anyway. Haha.. Anyway, the other day husband and i was walking to the train station and i have this urge to really just let one small one go. But what came out instead is this huge LOUD one, okay! I was sooooooo embarassed. I can sense that husband wanted to laugh but didnt want to embarass me further so he kept quiet. We didnt talk for some time till we reach the station. Me, thinking of how embarassing that was and he was probably just trying hard not to laugh. Its terrible.

Need to get back to work now.

Fun things to do..

2006-11-29T11:18:00.000+08:00

Here is a fun thing to do...

Why not...... Create a very important government website, fill it with useless and outdated information, make some of the buttons unworkable and on top of that put in a contact number that is not contact-able? It will be fun, i assure you. You can sit on your butt imagining the pain, frustration and silent curses of the people who pays for your salary. Its a riot of fireworks!

Re-wired

2006-11-28T16:38:00.000+08:00

I am absolutely bored. I have work to do that should have been finished hours ago but here i am doing what i do best, procrastinating and delaying. First things first, important task now is to type out a list of jobs that i think should be out there.

1) Lamentor (Department of Quality Control)

Job Description:

- to find fault in anything and everything
- Should be well possessed in being extremely negative
- Prefer bitter, cranky women (pregnant women are most welcome)
- Must be able to work independently (alone)

2) Shelve Developer

Job Description:

- Must be able to delay all jobs till its not needed anymore and can be shelved
- Take on a lot of tasks and put it off
- Look professional and busy without getting any job done
- Wear a frown all day
- No qualification required (homeless, degenerates, criminals are all welcome)

3) Internal Editor

- Must be able to sit in front of pc all day to read useless articles, cooking recipes and blogs
- Must be able to use Microsoft Office so that can switch in between screens to look busy
- Wear a serious, frown of contemplation all day
- Need not apply if you can't read label on poison bottle

I only have 3 so far cos these are my favourite jobs. I'll think of more.

Pontianak, Willy Wonka and Hot Dog

2006-11-27T11:32:00.000+08:00

I feel a bit perangai today. Had a bad night, bad morning, am having heart burn now and i cant find the darn information for broadband internet service provider on yahoo.my!! As you can tell, im not in the best of moods. Husband is still overseas, coming back today. I had a nightmare about pontianak this moring. Its not good. Than i checked my phone at 8am and husband did not sms or call. Which is not good for him. My body hurts, every single part even my fingers. I cleaned the house yesterday. Sweeping, mopping, washing the whole works and now im aching. That could be another reason for this mood too. Its not fun to have heart burn, aching bones and a very painful heel. Oh-ho, did i not share my experience with a stupid bug? I was chased by a large, insensitive bug (very cruel mean and insensitive, i tell you. I mean which creature would chase a pregnant woman????) last weekend when husband was not around. It cornered me which made me trip over a sharp edge. And now my right heel is swollen. It hurt so bad. You know the kind of pain tht makes you feel like you are going to pass out? Yup, thats it. I think i might have sprained it or something cos its still not well now. The damn bugs always seem to come through our balcony when husband is not around. Our house is facing the garden and pool so thats why the multitude of different and interesting but mean bugs. Its like they can sense my handicap. Grr... Oh, and I was so moody yesterday that the horrible kids on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory made me want to kill each one of them while wishing them harm in every way possible. I have to say that i was in my least forgiving and jolly mood so everything on tv just grates my nerves. On a brighter note, im having Korean later for lunch. Yay!!

Blogs rocks

2006-11-23T12:12:00.000+08:00

Since i found Ely's Recipe Book site and subsequently Ely's site, I have been hooked on reading blogs. Just spent the whole morning going to UK, US and back to Singapore. Its fantastic! I was never much of a blog reader. I think im addicted now. Time to pretend to work until lunch time which is in an hour. Heh.

It is hard to say...

2006-11-21T17:10:00.000+08:00

'Excellence is the result of caring more than others think is wise, risking more than others think is safe, dreaming more than others think is practical, and expecting more than others think is possible.'

I cant remember where i got that quote from. A book, maybe. I like it, though. It reminds me that its ok to be myself. So many times now, i feel like im losing grasp. I cant remember now what it was like when i was single and not have to care so much about what others think of me. Being married is SOOOOO different from dating. I use to ask married couples why they say that and no one can really give me a definite answer, well, now i know. At times, its hard not to conform to what is expected of me, and from what is me.

I miss being crazy, outspoken, talkative (even more so than now), stubborn and hard headed, determined to get my way. Along the way, i think certain aspects of it got beaten out of me. There are its plus points, i suppose. There are also its negative downside.

Been looking for answers for a while and i more or less figured that all that is needed to be done is to just get on with it. To stop complaining and rationalizing (all the time) and just do whatever that needed to be done.

All the beauty of the world...

2006-11-15T12:07:00.000+08:00

One the many perks of being pregnant is this really fantastic glow i seem to exude. The first 4 1/2 months of pregnancy, i only have sweat sheen on my face 24 hours. I was puking all the time, cant eat a proper meal and moody half of the other non-puking time. But when the 5th month came around, my skin was smooth and i have this reddish, pink glow on my cheeks. Its so cool. I dont wash my face the night before and it will still look fantastic the next day. My hair too seem thicker and shiny. Pregnancy hormones sometimes rocks.

Alhamdulillah, the baby is doing great. We went for a check-up monday and we saw all of his body parts. We even had a 3D scan of his face which is so cool. According to the nice doctor, my little baby have deep set eyes which means it will be big, and we saw that he have a pointed chin. He will look just like daddy. I hope he will have at least one of my features maybe my skin colour at least.

We had somehow adopted some crazy sleeping schedule of late. All husband and i seem to be doing lately is lie down in front of the tv and fall asleep cuddling. Then we wake up a couple of hours later to cook something or fry his favourite Ayamas chicken, cuddle and watch tv some more till 4am then fall asleep again and wake up at 6am to crawl into bed and sleep till 8am by which time we will both be rushing to go to work. This continues and no work will get done cos i keep falling asleep at the office. So yesterday we decided to behave like normal people and eat proper dinner at a proper time and go to bed a normal human time.

I like figuring out what to eat or cook, or what we will do after work. Its like dating but its way more fun cos we get to go hm and cuddle and hold hands and eat ice-cream while watching movie. Its awesome. We havent decided what to have for dinner today. Im hungry already, we just had lunch actually. hee...

Oh another fantastic thing is, funnily, i have only put on 3kg and im coming into 7 months pregnant! Was soooooooo fanaticly worried at first cos most who dont know me doesnt know im pregnant, those who knows thinks i look waaaay too small. The doctor assured that the baby is doing well and that i shouldnt worry. I look exactly the same except for a bloated tummy which is great cos i can still wear my jeans(without buttoning, of course). My ass is still the same size, my tighs did not grow at all and i have not seen any water retention on my feet or ankles. Im so grateful. Husband keeps teasing that i will grow to have these elephantine ankles soon. I keep watching to see if that happens so far nothing. I pray that it will keep that way.

I am hungry for cheese cake now.

Top Ten Things I Can't Wait To Do

2006-11-10T16:50:00.000+08:00

1) Sleep on my tummy

2) Not have to pee every 10 minutes.

3) Get my body back

4) Get my boobs back to a normal non-enormously-ugly size

5) Not feel guilty about being to lazy to eat or forgetting to take my vitamins

6) Get up from sitting or lying down without thinking about it for at least 15 minutes by which time my bladder feels like its gonna burst with pee

7) Not worry incessantly when i drink more than one cup of tea

8) To not feel like my tummy is jumping up and down on my bladder when i walk fast

9) Go trekking, hiking

10) Hold my baby boy!!

Taxis here

2006-11-06T11:27:00.000+08:00

Taxis here are an amazing lot. There are a lot of similarities between Malaysia and Singapore but there is a gargantuan gap in a lot of things too. Like cabs. In singapore you can hail a cab, get in and tell him where you want to go and off you go. But here, you hail a cab sometimes they stop, sometimes they dont and when they do, you MUST NOT go and sit inside. You have to first ask if they are willing to go to the destination you would really want them to go and when they do, be prepared to be asked if you are willing to pay a price. Nice.

It gets hair-tearingly frustrating sometimes. Whats most frustrating is that you cant really blame the taxi drivers. They are not earning much, and on top of that they have to pay ridiculous rent for the taxi and also increased oil price. In singapore, if you book a taxi you have to pay between S$2.80 - S$4, here its only RM$1. Thats not fair at all.

Some taxis look like its been in Vietnam war, engine sounds like they have stones in it, seats don't feel, smell or resemble a seat and the air con doesnt work. Its amazing.

Sad to say but so far the best and most honest taxi drivers i met are either Chinese or Sikh. Difficult to find a nice, not-gonna-rob-you-blind malay taxi driver. And the chinese are reliable too. I told hsuband that i want to start a taxi company and hire ONLY chinese. We tried calling to book a cab in the fasting month during buka and i wanted to hang myself from the lamp post. The line was either engaged or no one answered. Can you imagine??? And finally when someone answered she sound like someone put a gun to her head and made her talk. I asked for her name so that i can write in and complain should she not call me back and tell me if there is a cab and she replied that she is NOT ALLOWED to give her name. Not allowed, that is really something. What great customer service!

Until we get a car, we have to endure with it cos i dont see this change anytime soon. Lets not be so negative. I give it about 20 years. So by the year, 2026 they should make some minor changes like increase the booking fee for a start. Lets not give a big task.

I can just hope.

Im honestly not just fat

2006-10-31T20:45:00.000+08:00

Went to open house by MAVCAP earlier in the afternoon. Was disappointed that there were no ketupat. Been craving that since before raya and still have not been able to get any yet. I wore my beige kebaya panjang and husband wore baju kurung of the same colour. I think we look pretty great : )

The investment manager came up to me, touched my arm tentatively and sort of whispered, "Erm... Are you..?" I laughed and assured her, no, that im not just fat. Yes, im pregnant. Sheesh. Im going to 24 weeks (6 mths) and people still can't tell that im pregnant. Its frustrating. The malaysian guys still harrasses me, taxi drivers are cheeky when i take cab by myself. Its awful.

Im sleepy and hungry. When oh when are we gonna leave??