2006 New Year Resolution

1. To be a better mommy to both my children.
2. To be a better wife???
3. To lose all this wretched weight that I've gain
4. To go back to work
5. To learn how to make MIL's curry the way hubby likes it.

Err...that's it? That's all that I could think of..? Talk about sad...*sigh*

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006 TO ALL! MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS AND HOPES COME TRUE THIS YEAR!

Bad Mommy???

My little girl has been making herself puke this past week. She has also lost her once voracious appetite. The sight of food makes her gag, and I've had to carry an empty plastic bag everywhere I go in case she decides to puke.

I must admit that this 'habit' of hers was annoying me...and everytime she starts gagging...here I am running to her with a plastic bag in my hand to catch her puke. When the plastic bag is right under her nose...it does take her awhile before she does actually puke. Her puking makes me angry and worried at the same time and the fact that she is hardly eating is making me feel more exasperated.

So today, hubby and I decided to take her to see her paed. After checking her thoroughly, the doctor told us with the exception of her rumbling tummy...she seems to be alright. She's as active as ever and was even responding to instructions given to her by her doctor. She looked like she was actually relishing with all the attention given to her.

The doc told us that there was 2 possibility to her condition...number 1, it could be something organic present in her intestines..but considering that she only makes herself puke about once or twice a day...it is a bit odd. Number 2, it's something psychological. Little girl is perhaps anxious about something that is changing in her life or in the household. Oh oh.

That made me recall...off late, darling girl's behavior had change a little. She is more impatient and volatile about petty things. Everyone kept assuring me that it is normal that when a child is expecting another sibling to act up a little. The thing is...I have been rather impatient with her and perhaps a little neglectful? I scold her and never give face anymore. I'm preparing her to become a big sister thus treating her like an older child. In other words, I'm forcing her to grow up.

The doc gave us some medicine to administer to her for the next 5 days and told us to monitor her bowel movements and puking. This medicine is suppose to flush out any wierd things in her intestines. But after 5 days...if the puking doesn't stop...perhaps he will order to do an ultrasound of her tummy. This is to treat any present organic involvements.

If it is psychological...the doc told us to not make feeding time and her pukings a big deal. I she doesn't want to eat..so be it. Do not make it an issue. He also told me not to get worked up if she pukes...be nonchalant about it. Find ways to assure her to not feel threaten by the new baby.

I do feel rather guilty for being so short with her. It makes me feel horrible to think that I could be the cause to her problems. Have I really been neglectful and short tempered with my precious girl? If so...why didn't I see the warning signs? My baby girl's sudden severe attachment to her daddy. She wants daddy to do everything for her instead of mommy. Suddenly addressing herself as baby. I should have known better. I love my girl with all my heart. Nothing in the world could ever take away her place in my heart. If she thinks I changed...it's probably the hormones...How I wish I could make her understand all these sentiments of mine.

I really, absolutely feel terrible to thik that I could be the cause of her problems. To know that my daughter is in distress is awful enough...but to not be ble to do anything to elevate her fears and problems is worse.

I think the timing couldn't be any better. I'm making it a priority in my new year's resolution...I vow to become a better mom to Sarah and to be more aware of her wants and needs and I vow to do all this starting from right now.

I hope Sarah will be better soon. To Sarah...mommy loves you darling...you are the most important thing in my life.
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MOMMY’S PROMISE
My darling baby girl
Is all mommy can say
You’ve came into my life
And have brighten up my days

Your sweet innocent smile
Can put me at ease
You are my precious child
My one special, special gift

Suckling at my breast
As I watch you sleep
Compared to everything else
My love for you makes me weak

I truly adore you
My sweet little girl
You take a way the blues
And light up my world

My sweet little child
Mommy promises you
You have my love, hopes and devotions
For today, tomorrow and forever too.

Mommy loves you Sarah.

Holiday Blues.

Whoa...it's been awhile since I last blogged. Been too preoccupied with shopping and stuff. Well, it is the year end sale after all and like everybody else, I'm just taking the opportunity to shop till I drop. Spending money has never been more fun than at this time around. God Bless Malaysia's Carnival Sale...may there be many more to come. Haha!

Hubby hasn't been too work for quite awhile now. He was on a 5 days standby and due to the company losing money big time...they dare not call him for flights because he has already busted his hours and if he does need to operate, the company has to pay him double of his usual rate. I guess the company rather spend their precious money on more beneficial stuff like investing it's million into 3 ugly paintings of lobsters and violin. Go figure.

Anyway, this is the longest so far that I've been spending time with Hubby and my little girl is getting more and more attached to him each day. She guards him 24/7 and makes sure to never let him stray from her sight. She even follows him to the loo to stand guard and make sure he doesn't slip away. Hehehe...heck, I'm not complaining. It's been awhile since I had so much free time in my hand..so I'm savouring every single free moments.

Hubby's roster just came in. He's got 2 London flights and a flight to Istanbul next year 9month of January that is). Thinking of following him considering that this would probably be the last in a long while that I'd be able to go on trips or anywhere for that matter. After the delivery of the new baby, I'd definitely be 'grounded' for at least a year. The thought of flying with 1 screaming baby and another screaming toddler isn't exactly my idea of a good flight. Hubby kept reassuring me that it'll be okay...it would be no problem to take two kids after my delivery to follow him on his flights. Told him that unless I could send one child into the cockpit for the pilots to babysit...no way is that gonna happen. I refuse to take charge of 2 screaming children in a claustrophobic area 37 000 feet above ground while my darling hubby hides away in the cockpit using 'work' as an excuse.

Anyway, hubby's scheduled to go to London on the 4th. Hubby suggested that I ought to follow him, but the dry cold weather in London is making me have second thoughts. So I figured, I'll go to Istanbul on the 13th instead. Called my aunt to book the tickets and although at that time I'm just 2 weeks away before I'm legally declared unfit to fly...my auntie sort of persuaded me to not go. She says as a ticketing officer, its her duty to advice me to not go because judging from my size...anyone who doesn't know any better would think I'm ready to pop anytime. Yup..I'm that huge. So she fears, I won't be let into the country by the Turkish authorities and be deported home like an illegal. Not a very appealing thought. So it's final...I'm stuck at home till this baby pops. Boo hoo. So back to online shopping for me. Checking out stuff at Mothercare for hubby to buy on his trip to London. Whoopee..my life's a ball *rolling eyes*

I need a vacation desperately. Maybe I could opt for Port Dickson instead...*sigh*

Astro Trouble

Aaaargh! Emergency! Dial 911 or 999 or whatever the emergency number in this country is! Our ASTRO is out!!!

Talk about bad luck. The ASTRO had to go out precisely when hubby is out of town. Way out. Like Europe. All this while we've autodebit from hubby's credit card...but 4 month ago, after a pep talk from an ancient captain of his...he decided to get rid of one credit card so he can put more into his savings.

Anyway, what dear hubby forgot was that he has been using this particular credit card to settle his Astro bill....and it seems that its been 4 month since we paid! Super 'efficient' ASTRO on the other hand has somehow 'forgotten' to send our bill...so since I can't find the older bills...I've no idea what our account number is so Maybank2U is out of the question...grrr...been SMSing murder to hubby and the smartman has been ignoring me. So he has been paying attention after all...I'll give him credit for that.

Anyway, my darling girl has been demanding for her 'Jojo' as in Playhouse Disney. I've put on her entire collection of Barney to distract her...but my girl's no fool. She starting to become suspicious and horror of all horrors...She's actually getting bored of Barney! The little girl has resorted to entertain herself by running around the house naked. She may look cute and all, but the thing is...SHE'S NOT POTTY TRAINED!!!!

She's already had 2 accidents and still refuses to put on her diaper. She keeps going "Nanak deper, nanak deper!" Heck...if I knew that when I grow up I'll end up becoming somebody's cleaner...a little somebody for that matter...I wouldn't have wasted all my time studying so hard. Right now, I can't wait to grow old and throw tantrums at my lil girl by refusing to put on my diapers. Let her taste a dose of her own medicine...sigh...

2 Weddings and A Divorce

It's been a really hectic weekend for me. I'm absolutely exhausted. My cousin Juliana got married on Friday and had her wedding reception the next day in Malacca. I'm happy to report that everything went well...it was truly a nice wedding although I must remember to tell the groom or should I say my new cousin-in-law that he should wipe off that permanent glare on his face, because it truly makes him look intimidating. Unless he is striving for that look than by all means, Azlan, just go ahead and scowl...such a sad thing to do to quite a handsome face but it's his face after all so do whateverlah. Hehehe.

During the weekend, I not only manage to be there for my cousin's wedding...I was also able to attend another wedding in Muar. It was a wedding of a friend of hubby's from work and that too was another lovely wedding. However, I'm quite astounded to hear a ghazal group strumming to Hip Hop and Western songs...hehehe, I guess you discover new things everyday!

So all in all, I had attended 2 weddings and one divorce..or almost. I'm sad to say that my grandpa has decided to proceed in divorcing his wife of 6 years on the very day my cousin is tying the knot. This incident has confirmed my suspicion that our country is being plagued by the wedding and divorce bug. It's terrifying to hear so many divorces happening in such a short span of time.

I feel like a traitor for feeling this way...but in this case, I can't help feeling sorry for dear old step grandma. She's relatively young...she's just turned 50 and I guess it hasn't been easy for her either. My Grandpa says he isn't happy and he was only happy for the first 2 years of his marriage. After he got his stroke 4 years ago..his marriage has been hell or so he says.

My mom and a few of my aunties are all into tearing apart step grandma. It seems that she's been taking all of my grandpa's money and now his bank account is down to RM100. This is where I feel like a traitor. I don't blame her. My grandpa hasn't fully recovered after his stroke. He can walk and all although his movements are slow, his speech slurry and he isn't as mobile as before.

This lady of 50 is now stuck with a sickly 70 year old. Not only that, this man is living in her house and isn't paying a cent for rent. He gives step grandma RM300 for foodstuff and RM200 for her pocket money. No wonder she has had to resort to swindling the poor old man. RM500 isn't enough to cover the rent, the utility bills and what nots. And considering his age and hers for that matter...I guess she was building a nest egg to prepare for her later years.

My mom's argument is that this is proof that step grandma never truly married grandpa for love...well, duh...immediately after marrying her grandpa sold acres of his orchard land for god knows what. Wasn't that obvious enough? To me, this incident is inevitable.

Well, regardless of what I may think...I also feel that grandpa deserves to live happily at his late age. So if his happiness means divorcing step grandma...so be it. However, there is no reason to point fingers at others...I believe that we have no one other to blame but ourself and there is no use to cry over spilt milk. Let bygones be bygones. Erra and Yusry's seperations is contagious after all huh? Hope it doesn't hit me...touch wood. I must remember to be grateful to have married a wonderful man who is strongly against divorces...his or anyone else's. Otherwise...urgh...it's scary to even think about it.

How Is Your Inner Child?

Got this from one of the many favourite blogs that I like to visit...never thought I was the happy sort...restless perhaps, but happy? I guess all this while I have been happy after all without even realizing it...happiness is ignorance, ignorance is bliss...Hahaha!

Your Inner Child Is Happy

You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing. You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes. And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad. You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.

How Is Your Inner Child?

Old Flame

Attended one of my girlfriend's birthday party last weekend. It was a rare occasion for me because for once, darling hubby wasn't jetsetting across the globe and could actually attend a function with me. I was kind of excited...it was getting to be quite a drag going out to any sort of parties and gathering just me and Sarah. Don't get me wrong...I love going out with my precious girl...but at the age of two...I must say that she isn't much of the conversationalist. Haha!

Anyway, we got there early, so I was just hanging out outside with a couple of friends, hubby and those friends' significant other. The host then suggested us ladies to come inside and let the children play...it is a child's birthday party after all.

I nearly pissed my pants upon entering because lo and behold...who do I bump into at the doorway? An old, old flame...Luckily hubby was outside because if he had seen my expression...he'd be able to put two and two together and figure things out. At least I had the chance the compose myself and pretend that I didn't recognize him.

Hmph...just my luck. Of all time the time to bump into an old flame...it had to be the time when I'm pregnant and definitely NOT looking my best. I looked like a dugong...and he's probably thinking "Jeez...am I glad I got out of that one.."

Worst of all, after all these years...the guy hasn't changed a bit. The only noticeable change is perhaps that he has a little son running after him...and a pretty wife sitting next to him.

It was quite an effort for me to stay aloof and pretend that I didn't notice him...then I saw hubby emerging from the doorway and give me one of his big silly smile. I was suddenly obliviously to all the people in the the party and only saw that great guy I married. Everything made sense again.

It didn't matter that I looked like a dugong's decendent anymore...all I know is that I love this crazy, beautiful, wonderful guy I married and he has given me the most wonderful pleasure in the whole world...my beautiful daughter Sarah.

All in all, we had a great time at the party...Sarah had a blast of a time, hubby enjoyed himself tremendously to have been able to catch up with old friends and me, I'm ecstatic to see my family so happy. As for the old flame...err... what old flame? Forgotten for good....

Living with Mom

It has been an absolutely, wonderful 2 days. Hubby's gone off to LHR so decided to pack my stuff and take both Sarah and my ass to mommy's loft. My mommy that is. Staying at my mom's for the past 2 days has really reminded me how I miss staying under her roof.

For the past 2 days...my wonderfully exceptional mother has been doing everything for me...All I did was loaf in front of the TV catching up on all the great movies and shows that I've been missing. My mom cooks, feed, bath and entertains Sarah. The most that I've done for my little girl is prepare her milk and put her to sleep. Life has been bliss. If this is the way thing goes...I don't mind giving birth to 10 babies...hehehe...

Since I'm practically the only one of my mother's children who is actually providing her grandchildren...I'll let her spoil me. I feel that I truly deserve it. Haha!

I'm a terrible daughter...it's such a pity to watch my poor mommy slave away from me...as if she hasn't enough to do. Mother's are truly the best gift that a person could have. I feel so privilige to have a great mother such as mine. I'm just dreading what my dear daughter has install for me in the future. They say a mother-daughter relationship is a vicious cycle...what goes around comes around. So I guess it's okay for me to lepak for awhile now before it is my turn to slave away for dear Sarah later.

I love my mom to bits...to me, the phrase 'greatest mom' is truly an understatement to describe her and all her capabilities. My mom's truly the best I could ever have...

Hunger Pang

It's 1.55 am...I've just finished cleaning up the house and right now I'm as hungry as ever. I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse. Probably I ought to fix something up for myself...but looking at my shiny, sparkling, newly cleaned kitchen...it seems a shame to mess it up again. Hmm...probably I'd do my damsel in distress act...and trick dearest hubby into thinking that I am in agony and am practically dying from starvation. Hmm, I think I 'd probably be able to pull it off.Guess I gotta brush up on my acting skills.

When I was pregnant with Sarah, I've never experienced hunger pangs or even cravings, especially not in the middle of the night. This pregnancy however, I just can't stop feeling hungry...no matter how hard I try to psyche myself that it's just out of boredom...I just can't quit imagining the variety of things I'd like to consume.No wonder with each passing days of this pregnancy..I'm beginning to more and more resemble like a beached walrus...jeez, how flattering.

I'm obscenely huge...My tummy is the size of a whole continent and don't even let me start on my butt. And the worst part is...I'm only one week short of going into my seventh month. At this rate...by the time of my delivery..I'd probably need a crane to maneuver me out of the house and to the hospital. I had better lose weight after giving birth...otherwise, I might as well jump a ledge.

I love being pregnant despite all the discomforts...but I hate being fat. Hmm...maybe if I'm super sweet, I could get hubby to buy me Nasi Goreng USA..Mm..yummy! There I go again...I'm definitely heading to fatsville... Dear God, help me stop thinking of food and while you're at it...make me stop dreaming of Siti Nurhaliza as well...I'm getting quite sick and tired of her. Hehehe...

House Hunting

Hubby and I have been house hunting these past few days. We've decided that since our family will be growing, perhaps our house ought to expend alongside our family. Told hubby that if we were going to get a house, lets find a place that we could permanently settle down...for good. In other words...find our perfect dream home.

Hubby has set his targets on finding a nice corner lot terrace, semi-d or bungalow. But the price for these kind of houses are astronomical. We looked almost everywhere, and there is a particular Semi-D in Puchong that I really do adore...but I don't know if I'm really ready to move back to Puchong. I still haven't had enough embracing my life here within civilization, dunno if I can make the transformation yet again to move back to what some people would call 'alien land'. Besides, forking out over half a million ringgit is no small matter not to mention almost ridiculous.

We also found a malay reserve land on top of a hill with a view that is truly breathtaking. It's situated on the fringes of Putrajaya and overlooks the entire area. The price is also a steal. It's a 5400sf land that only cost about RM26 psf. It's a great place to stay I guess...but the lack of fascilities like schools, shops and other neccessities are a few things to put into consideration.

Aaargh...such a headache to decide. Hmm, perhaps we could just continue living in our 1200sf condo, packed like a can of sardines and use the money to take the whole family to Disneyland instead. Well, that's an idea...

The Dawning of Little Boys.

Seems like the year 2006 will be starting off with an abundance of people giving birth to baby boys. Almost everyone I know who is pregnant so far seems to be carrying baby boys in their tummy.

Some people, like moi, am truly happy with the news. Probably because I already have a girl and with the birth of a boy, I can now decide if I want to continue to procreate or actually cease production. If I was carrying a girl, the option wouldn't be mine because in the back of my mind, I would always feel guilty for not giving or try to give hubby a little boy of his own.

However, at the same time, I do know some mommies-to-be whom are rather disappointed about the news of their impending little boy. But perhaps its their hormones...I'm sure after getting used to the idea , they'd be as exited as ever and carry on with the exciting tasks of shopping for the new baby.

When I first found out I was pregnant, I was shock at first because Sarah had just stopped bf completely for about a month. I thought that I could finally try to get rid of that extra 5kg that doesn't seem to wanna shed from my body so I could look like my former self once again. Just as I thought I was beginning to lose weigh...came the big blow. I'm pregnant again!

SIL snickered at the news of my pregnancy and as she had recently shed 14kg, was flaunting the fact that now she'd be the skinny one. Aaargh! I felt like wringing her neck but I could do nothing but laugh it off.

Now 6 month into my pregnancy, she has just found out that she's pregnant with her fourth! Haha! It's now time for me to laugh. Her morning sickness is quite bad but I can't help in turn to gloat with pleasure...The lesson here is, 'JANGAN BERLAGAK!'

She's mentally breaking down cause she is petrified that it'll be a boy...and she has already got 2 boys who I must admit are quite the little monstrosity. They are definitely beyond control and considering that I do feel a tiny bit sorry for her. Everytimes she sees me now, she keeps saying that I'm contagious and so bad of me for spreading my pregnancy bug onto her...sigh... as if I have human sperm pollens that fly about and fertilize women's eggs...get real!

Women's Terminology

Recieved a funny mail from an e-mail buddy Krish tonight. Hmmm, perhaps men have finally figured us out. Ok, probably we are a bunch whom enjoys complicating matters, but all you men folk ought to admit, that's part of our charm that you guys find absolutely irresistable. It's just the chivalrious nature embedded in a man's subconsciousness to want to save us 'confused' bunch. After all, what could be more intriguing to all you men folk than a woman in 'distress.' You guys just wanna help us out right??? Hah! Suckers!!! Didn't you learn anything from Adam's mistake in the garden of Eden??? Anyway here are the terminologies that you men ought to remember in order to avoid any future arguments and for all the women, something for you to chuckle about...

FINE
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

5 MINUTES
If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. 5 minutes is only 5 minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

NOTHING
This is calm before the storm. This means 'something' and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'NOTHING' usually ends in 'FINE'.

GO AHEAD
This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.

LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word but a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over 'NOTHING.'

THAT'S OK
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. 'THAT"S OK' means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not question or faint. Just say you're welcome.

WHATEVER
It's a woman's way of saying *%#@ YOU!!!

Tales From a Trolley Dolly

I've just finished reading 'The Sky Is Crazy-Tales From A Trolley Dolly' by Yvonne Lee last night. It left me reminiscing about my flying days long ago. Most of what has been written by Mrs. Yvonne Lee were mostly stories passed down from one generation of cabin crew to the other via CCN which is an abbreviation for Cabin Crew Network or in other words,she heard through the cabin crew grapevines. Not to discredit her mind you, I applause her for her initiative anyway. Wished I'd thought of it first.

During my flying days, I too have heard some of the stories that she had shared in her book...now I'm beginning to feel quite sceptical about the stories. Did I mention, one of the work hazards of being a crew is that after being on air for a long period of time...you tend to become a little 'off' and there is a tendency to exaggerate.

Like the infamous story about a particular local artist whom when asked by the cabin crew on how she'd like her tea, she had answered "In a cup, please." I'm still kind of sceptical with that particular tale because I had actually encountered such a scenario.

I was working in the upper deck business class on a flight from Heathrow to Kuala Lumpur. During the tea/coffee service, I was serving this large English man while I was on autopilot mode and asked him how he'd like his tea? His reply was "in a cup preferable while I'm sitting down please"...That woke me up but as I saw him crack a grin, I finally realized that this man was making a joke. Probably those dry english sense of humor that I never quite understood. I've related this experience to a few other crew members that I had flown with throughout the years...so when the 'tea in a cup' story emerged...I was quite sceptical about the gossip.

I remembered operating a flight to Frankfurt, after the meal service, my supervising crew and the galley steward had retired for their compulsory 2 hours rest period. I was left alone to man the cabin till it was my turn for rest. The cabin which was under my care was Zone E, the most remote cabin located at the rear end of the aircraft not to mention the largest as well.

There was this sweet German man who kept coming to the galley to place his drink order. He said he didn't want to trouble me by making me walk back and forth. He kept ordering vodka lime with an olive (which is kinda wierd because the appropriate garnish ought to be a twist of lemon)over and over again.

After his umpteenth glass, I heard loud gasps coming from the cabin and when I opened the galley curtain to check it out, this man popped in front of me, out of nowhere clad only in his bright green undies! I didn't know where to put my eyes. This man asked me to make him another glass of vodka, but by that time I had figured out (regretfully a tad late) that this man was absolutely drunk . When I told him that he has had enough...he actually threatened to take off his undies! That was a sight I wasn't willing to see so I told him to take a seat while I prepared his drink.

I was at my ends wit and seeked the help of the galley steward in the next cabin. The steward asked me for the man's seat number and told me that he'll take care of the problem. Phew, what a relief.

Peeking out of my galley, I saw the steward handing Mr. Underwear another glass of drink. I thought to myself "Is this guy nuts???"

The man had a few gulps and suddenly passed out. He didn't regain his conciousness till after anding and was still very dizzy during disembarkation. He actually attempted to disembark clad only in his undies. My supervisor had to stop him and help the man dress himself.

During our stay in Frankfurt, the steward told me that he actually put a drop of eye mo in this man's drink and according to him, when eye mo is mixed with alcohol, the person who consumes it will definitely pass out. Although thankful, I made a point to stay away from this particular steward because I thought if he was capable of spiking people...heaven only knows what else he is capable of doing.

I could go on and on with my tales from the air...but I'll just save my stories for next time.

Malay Films

PHSM 2 is out in the cinemas now. However, I have a feeling that this film will be another let down like most malay films in the market today. I still can't figure out what's the big deal about the first PHSM? The media (malay stream medias that is) were all raving on how good the film is and like a sucker I got caught up in the excitement to go and catch the film. But when I saw it I was like "What the...???"

In my humble opinion, I sincerely thought that the film was crap. I didn't understand the story line, I thought that some of the actors couldn't act to save their lives, the script was terrible and the editing was even worse...and the list goes on and on and on...

During my university days, I took a subject on malay films. We were to complete a term paper on reviews of films by local producers/directors. I had chosen Shuhaimi Baba films for my review. Among her films that I had chosen was Ringgit Kashorgga and Mimpi Moon. I literally had to stick needles in my arms to keep me awake and after watching those films several times (yes, I felt like killing myself everytime I finished watching one film), I came to the conclusion that it was absolutely and utterly crap, crap, crap. Not only was those movies extremely bad, I couldn't even figure out any social or moral message (if it had any for that matter) of the film.

If I was to compare today's local film with those by P.ramlee back in the olden days...although the stunts and special effect may seem lame and unrealistic (well, when you think about it, there isn't much to compare these days either) at least all of his film had some social values to present to its audiences. I marvel at P.Ramless's creativity in managing to implant social messages in all his films regardless of the genre. No wonder that this brilliant man almost everytime had won an award or awards in the Asian Pacific Film Festival throughout the 50's and 60's. He was a valuable asset not only to the Shaw Brothers but for all of Malaya as well.

These days, I'm even ashamed to admit to the world that I watch malay films because I do not want to be seen as a mindless imbecile. Local Film producers and artistes keeps ranting on and on for us to support our local film industry. How the heck do they expect us to do so when they continously cheat us with their mediocre effort in producing so called 'outstanding films'? Don't they realize that that we hold the buying power and we have many alternatives to what they offer. It's not that I'm saying they have to come out with big budgeted films in order to compete...what I'm saying is come up with a decent movie that would appeal to ALL malaysians. Something that would give an impact and value to ourselves. Not the predictable boy meets girl, conflict, conflict, conflict, boy wins girl plot.

Broke

I am so broke. November isn't even done yet and I'm practically a pauper. I can't believe I've just spent an extremely obscene amount of money on beauty products. Never realized how pricey SKII products could be. I guess this is what they say about the price of vanity. I'm resigned to my fate of having to become a pauper this month.

I've been really self obsessed these days about my appearance. I guess all this while I've always taken for granted with the way I look. I just coudn't give a rat's ass. I've always considered that taking care of one's face is just too much hardwork...and perhaps because I was young back then and I could get away with anything, I just took beauty care for granted, believing that it will never fade.

I remembered coming back from LHR flight absolutely exhausted. Surviving with less than 5 hours of sleep due to partying throughout my 2 days stay in London proved to be too much. When I arrived home, I only just manage to bring up my bags into my room before I plopped on my bed and passed out for 16 straight hours without removing either my make up or my uniform. I guess that kind of neglect has finally caught on...and now that I'm older, I just can't get away with it anymore. My skin condition is just pitiful.

Why is vanity so important? Why is it so important to look good? I guess it all goes down to self confident..or the lack of it in this matter.

Lets hope that the money I spent on my new beauty product is worth every cent I parted with. I'm so tempted to withdraw the money I put in this month in my saving but that would be wrong. I may seem desperate...but I'm not that desperate yet. Hmm...maybe I'll ask my lil sis to repay me the RM500 she borrowed 2 month ago. I helped out of her mess that time, so its time for her to return the favor...hey, hey, I guess now I'm not so broke anymore after all. However, gotta be super sweet to hubby this month. Who knows he might be willing to shower this woman who has given him a daughter and now am bearing his unborn son a few more hundred of ringgit. It's not that I need the money for groceries or anything(hubby does all the grocery shopping, thank goodness)...just that I'm in the mood for shopping some more maternity clothes and don't have the dough for it. Guess I gotta work my charms on poor darling hubby now...sigh...

Much Ado About Nothing At All.

Went shopping with Hubby today. Manage to get some really nice bathroom accessories at really great prices. All this while we've been scouting around Puchong hoping to find bargains but all that we've found seems a tad overpriced. Whomever that has been feeding us with the idea that in Puchong, everything's a bargain, definitely needs to get their facts checked. The stuff we bought was in bandar Sri Damansara, and this must be said...Bandr Sri Damansara is definitely bathroom accessories galore!

I'm really excited for our purchases to be installed. Hubby has manage to install the toilet seat in both the guest bathroom and our bathroom and I think it's really pretty. The sea shells embedded in the toilet seat are so pretty that it seems a waste to be sat on..well, i can't hang it as a wall decoration either..so no matter how pretty I think it is, it has to serve it's main function...hahaha.

It's been almost a year since we moved in so considering that we've decided against getting ourself a maid for now...it's only natural to spend the money in beautifying our home. Actually, we ought to get furniture and stuff for the new baby...but both of us have agreed to wait another month. We're both now thinking of changing the sofa set and painting the walls...hmm, at this rate, I doubt we'll ever get the baby's stuff in time for his arrival. Poor baby in mummy's tummy...

Thank goodness hubby is over and done with his base check..for now that is. Life as a pilot ain't a breeze...every 6 month they have to live through the mental torture and aggravation of sitting for a major exam with the knowledge that the future of their entire career rest on this exam. A single mistake that could lead to failure of this exam would result of them being temporary suspended until they pass the second time around. Second time around they fail again...it's either having to be demoted or bye-bye liscence. No wonder hubby's is practically moulting these days. His hair just can't keep up with the pressure. Haha! Sheesh..if hubby ever finds out I've been talking about his hair..or rather the lack of it, I'd really be in hot water.

In our marriage, among the big No No's is talking about the state of my hubby's head...or any balding man for that matter. He hates to be reminded that he is losing his hair. Well, whatever his insecurities are...I love him no matter what. In my eyes..I don't see a balding man...I see the 26 year old sexy hunk that I fell in love with. Hmm...I ought to tell him this, but naaah, knowing him he'll think I'm poking fun at his baldness. Hmph, MAN...always thinking of the worst.

Better get some shut eyes now...hubby's gone out. I hope he hasn't decided to go fishing...I'm very pregnant now and it's a malay pantang-larang for the husband to go fishing while the wife is pregnant. I'll should give him a ring to check on him now.

Toilet Seat Caper

Aaah...finally I've uploaded Sarah's latest pictures into my PC. Hehehe, this reminds me. A really funny thing happened last week. I've finally decided to be more determined about introducing Sarah to the toilet. So after taking Sarah to watch 'Chicken Little' at One U last week, we stopped by at Mothercare to buy one of those training toilet seats. Sarah was very,very excited about the new purchase and kept squirming in her stroller to have a look at it.

In the car, hubby and I was so deep in conversation that we didn't notice when Sarah took out the toilet seat out of the bag. The next thing I know, she called out "Mummy, mummy!" and when I looked back, she suddenly pulled down the toilet seat which she had placed on top of her head all the way down to her neck! She proudly exclaimed "Hat!"

I firmly told her to take it off and continued lecturing her how toilet seats are not hats. Sarah tried to take it off...(like daddy, she too can't stand mummy's constant nagging and would do anything to make mummy stop) but then found that the seat couldn't be removed. She then started screaming on top of her lungs in panic. Somehow, her stricken face plus the toilet seat around her neck just gave me a case of the giggles. She looked absolutely adorable. Hubby started laughing too and that somehow made Sarah more agitated. She kept screaming "Kukak! Kukak!"(Bukak! Bukak!) I quickly assured her that when the car stops, I'd help take it off.

Once we reached home, I tried to take it off but discovered that it was really stuck. Sarah has 'flower horn' forehead which actually complicates the matter. When I couldn't get it off, Sarah just cried louder and louder.

I told hubby lets just syampoo her head, probably when its all wet and slippery, we could slide it off. Sarah was a sight to be seen. All the way from the car to the elevator to the house, she had to suffer the indignity of having a toilet seat around her neck. Hehehe....she looked like a puppy with those funny cone shaped flea collar on.

Syampoo and water failed to help...and Sarah was exhausted. Hubby was still determined to get it off and his attempts was actually starting to hurt Sarah. She was beginning to have red marks around her forehead. Sarah's pain tolerance level is quite high...so if she does start complaining, then it does mean that it is really hurting her. My poor babay was tired and just wanted to go to sleep by now. It was already 1 am. Her attempts to sleep wasn't going well wither...because of the size and shape of the toilet seat..she was sort of rolling about on the bed...her head was elevated and she wasn't able to lie down at all...this just mad me laugh harder and harder and my laughter annoyed Sarah more and more.

Told hubby that we needed to take her to the ER. Hubby replied that he doubt an epidural or anything for that matter is able to get the thing off her. Hmm...he had a point. So at 2 am, the 3 of us headed to the Hartamas fire station.

The sleepy firemens were quite astonished to see Sarah in such a state. The Sergeant even told me, he had helped get people who were trapped inside car wrecks, kids who got their head stuck in between stair banisters and even grills but never in his life had to rescue a child who got her head stuck in a toilet seat.

They had to ponder for a little while on which equiptments to use. A chain saw was too large and scary. Their large cutter would do the trick because it is able to cut thru cars in a jiffy...but if Sarah squirmed, they might cut her by mistake. Finally, these 5 firemens decided to use the cutter to make an initial incision and use a very tiney cutter to cut the rest. One men held onto Sarah, two more were dancing about while making funny animal sound to distract her. Another had to ensure there was a safe gap between the seat and Sarah's neck while the last one had to perform the actual cutting act. It was quite a sight. However, I'm proud to say that Sarah was really courageous throughout the whole time while patiently waiting for her 'release'. When they manage to get it off...she actually looked relief and rewarded all the firemen with a big smile.

I'm really thankful to Malaysia's pasukan bomba dan penyelamat especially those in Hartamas. They truly displayed a high sense of profesionalism and efficiency. they can save me anytime, anyday.

Now, Sarah is more careful with what she puts on her head....everytime I show her the picture of her with the stucked toilet seat...I could actually see her shudder....hehehe, at least now I have somethng to talk about for her wedding!

Male Stripper

These days in Malaysia, if you just know the right people...don't be surprised to find that there are stripping services available. Not stripping wall paper or paint...but actual grinding, writhing, gyrating 'exotic dancers' or in laymen terms...strippers!

I bumped into an old, old friend last night. Somehow our conversation swayed towards another friends' upcoming wedding. I told her that I heard over the grapevine that she is organizing tha hen's night and has actually manage to secure herself an actual male stripper. She confirmed what I had heard. I'm amazed that considering that she has only been back in the country for a few month...she had managed to be really resourceful to be able to obtain such services. She replied "All you have to know, is to know people who knows people.."Sigh.. Whatever that means...

Anyway, I asked her to tell me about her unusual find. She said the services rendered comes in 3 categories. First class which would cost you about RM800, Business class which cost RM500 and there's your Economy class which only cost RM200. I asked her...what's the difference...she told me she doesn't know coz she balked when she heard those whopping amount. Without hesitation...she just opted for the cheaper price...

Anyway, the agent promised her a Eurasian. The bride to be who heard that she was to expect an eurasian booty gyrating away for her viewing pleasure got really, really excited and demanded the organizer to ensure this eurasian delicacy goes all the way.

Feeling duped, my friend called the agent and demanded to see a picture of this so called Eurasian Booty. What she saw left her flabbergasted. There must be something really wrong with this agent's eyes. This guy looks like your typical construction immigrant. And I'm not even talking about the buff version...we're talking those typical tiny polynesian types.

After laughing her head off...she showed the bride her little treat's picture...the bride decline... so my friend argued, for RM200...you can't afford to choose. So the bride reluctantly agreed...she even added that she is totally okay if this guy decides not to go all the way either.
I told my friend that if that's the case...why bother anymore? She said another friend who has hired him assured her that he is a lot of fun. He entertains his guest by chasing them all around the room. Personally, I don't find anything amusing about being chased about by a small polynesian construction immigrant lookalike at all. To me that's just plain creepy. But different people have different preference so who knows right? This reminds me of a little joke I'd like to share...

An overweight man entered a slimming parlour and asked about their slimming packages. The person behind the counter told him there is package A and package B. Package A is their Super Quick Slimming program and package B is the Super Duper Quick Slimming program. The man than chose package A and was told to enter room 1 to undress.

After undressing himself, a beautiful, long legged beauty entered the room. She told him, "I am going to undress myself and start running around the room...if you manage to catch me, you can do whatever you want with me."

This got the man really excited and he chased the woman round and round the room. Finally he passed out of pure exhaustion. He never caught up with the beauty.
The next day, the man came again and wanted to try out package B, the Super Duper Slimming Program. The man was told to go to room2 and undress himself. After a while, entered a large, hairy body builder. The body builder told him, "I am going to undress myself and start chasing you around the room. If I catch you, I will do whatever my heart pleases with you." Needless to say, the man never ran so fast in his life.

Mad about My Kid

It really pisses me off. Hubby and I was at the bank last Friday. We wanted to open an account for Sarah at that particular bank because they had Internet banking which would be convenient for us.

Anyway, when we got there and presented all the essential documents required to open an account, the officer handling us told us that our documents or to be more exact, Sarah's document were insufficient. I double checked...gave her hubby's My Kad, the electric bill and Sarah's My Kid. "What else do they want?" I wondered. The officer then pointed out that I had failed to produce Sarah's birth certificate. Huh? Hubby told her that he still can't see the problem because we had produce My Kid to her. Then she delivered the bomb, "We don't accept My Kid."

What the hell??? Hubby argued that My Kid was just as good if not better than a birth cert. The lady was all infuriatingly swet and polite but was still adamant about the acceptability of My Kid in her bank. She actually told hubby that he needs to go home and get the birth cert. She said without the birth cert..she is unable to obtain the birth cert number and all important particulars. Hubby stubbornly told her that all the information are contained inside the smart chip of My Kid. The lady just as stubbornly still insisted on a birth cert. Sigh...how infuriating.
There was nothing that we could do at that point...so I had to cajole Hubby to go home and just get the birth cert so we could all be over and done with it and proceed for lunch. So, we went home, got the birth cert, went thru the whole process of opening an account for a painstaking one hour. Such a hassle. Its a wonder how the both of us were able to contain out anger.
Funny thing was, when hubby gave his My Kad to her...she put the card in a particular machine to retrieve all information needed. Why she couldn't do the same for My Kid is just anyone's guess. Talk about sheer ignorance and stupidity.

I feel quite vindictive about the whole incident and plan to make a complaint. I just can't figure out who to complain to. I don't understand why that bank doesn't accept My Kid. Plenty of friends had assured me and even said that they had manage to open accounts for their children using My Kid. So why was this bank an exception? Why wasn' t these people informed about the widely usage of My Kid? Are they totally unaware about use of smart card these days? Whatever it is, by hook or by crook, I am determined to lodge a complain. Just got to figure out to whom.

24weeks and 5days pregnant. Another 107 days to go!

Another 2 more days and I'll reach my 25th weeks pregnancy mark. This feels like its taking forever but somehow, there is this sense of urgency rising in me. Can't quite figure out why. Maybe the nesting instinct or whatever it is that they call it is emerging...who knows? My body is exhausted by I just can't seem to make myself stop cleaning the house.

Hubby thinks I've gone bonkers. He woke up at 1 am to find me spring cleaning the house. Told him I was going to hit the sack early last night...but as I went to wash Sarah's bottle, I noticed that the hob was slightly greasy. What initially was just an attempt to make a quick wipe ended up with me completely dismantling the hob to clean it inside out.

After that I thought to myself," Since I already have the cloth in my hand, why don't I do a quick dusting around the house?" I turned the house topsy turvy, every nook and corner of the house wasn't shown any mercy. Well, it was actually more like severe wiping rather than light dusting, After dusting the house, it's only natural the sweep the floor of all dusty residue. Well, in my cleaning frenzy, not only did I sweep, I beat the carpets, mopped the floor, rearranged the furniture and other decorative trinkets, cleaned up the kitchen, got rid of all the unused or unusable items and cleaned out the fridge. And to think, I just spring cleaned the house 3 days ago. Yup...perhaps hubby's right. I am going nutty after all.

Little baby Mika (did I mention that that's what we are going to call the baby?) did a mini tsunami on my tummy this morning. It's kind of eerie watching my tummy move like that but endearing at the same time. I still haven't quite figured out his bedtime routines. When I was pregnant with Sarah, she'd usually do all her somersault during meal times, towards the evening and late at night. Mika however, tumbles about whenever his heart desires. I woke up at 8am today by a sharp kick at the right side of my abdomen. I guess all my cleaning frenzy has worked up his appetite and I guess he was demanding to be fed. He's still in my tummy yet he is already able to boss me about. Hmph.

Talking about being fed, it's already almost 1pm. Little princess needs to be fed right now otherwise all hell will break lose. See? It's hard being a stay at home mom. Not only do you work long hours...you've got multiple bosses that you are answerable to. Hubby boss, princess boss and the soon to be crowned prince boss...sigh...when will I ever be my own boss? Anyway, perhaps today I'll just make cream pasta for the little princess..oops, need to defrost the chicken now.