<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264</id><updated>2009-11-20T10:12:19.066+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts or Whatever...</title><subtitle type='html'>All About Nothing And Everything In This Person's Humdrum Life...
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After a lengthy discussion, hubby and I had come to the conclusion that it would be better for us to continue the children's education in Malaysia as we would be able to save more and financially boost our little nest egg. Going back would also be a good move in preserving our children's religion, ethnicity, culture and heritage.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love living in Abu Dhabi. The abundance of wealth, the scenery, the diversity of culture is intoxicating but like the saying goes, the grass always looks greener on the other side. Despite the high levels of crime and the grime and grittiness in my country, I'll still favor it best over any other country simply because it was where I was born. It's where I grew up and it had made me become who I am today. I love Malaysia and my loyalty will always and forever be for Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;The downside of the decision though is the fact that the children and I will be apart from dear hubby. He will remain here in Abu Dhabi while we are in Malaysia. Hubby says he can commute at least once a month and perhaps I could try visiting him as often as possible while leaving the two older children with my parents hence avoiding any disruption in their education. They will only be brought over to Abu Dhabi during the school holidays. I doubt they'll like that very much as they have grown to love Abu Dhabi more than Malaysia (which is more reasons to ship them back) .&lt;br /&gt;However, we are torn between the choices of education that we plan to provide our children. The kids are currently following the British curriculum (which I favor very much). We can't decide whether to let them continue by enrolling them in an International School or start them with the Malaysian curriculum (which is forever changing much to my dislike) by enrolling them in a private institution. The advantage of educating them using the Malaysian curriculum would allow them more opportunity for entrance into local universities and local scholarships. The disadvantage, my kids aren't well versed in Bahasa Malaysia which would mean they'd do miserably for the entrance exams into a private school and would really have to struggle in their lessons as their comprehension of the language is really poor. Malaysian curriculum is also a little too academic and restricted for my taste and I don't want the children to feel overwhelmed and stifled by it. Worst of all, it may make them dislike learning. Currently, my children loves learning. They look forward to school and aren't to keen on school holidays. &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the distance from my home to various International Schools is quite far and I don't see the sense in purchasing a house near a school when we have a perfectly good house that we are halfway through paying for. The reason for our move is to save money, so buying another house would defeat the purpose. Beside, space in International schools are very limited and I'm afraid that these schools aren't able to accommodate my children.&lt;br /&gt;Aah...the things to think...I'm already having a migraine. Well, at least I have a few more years to thinks about those things so for the time being, I'll just enjoy my time in Abu Dhabi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-1315971453123264673?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1315971453123264673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=1315971453123264673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/1315971453123264673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/1315971453123264673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/10/verdict-is-in.html' title='The verdict is in...'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-2909893930872687631</id><published>2009-10-07T23:35:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:12:02.541+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new diet that works!</title><content type='html'>Eid has come and gone and what I thought would be a miserable occassion proved to be otherwise. Many friends and neighbours had dropped by to help us celebrate and despite missing my family, I felt that I had gained a new family here in my home away from home. All that hard work that I had put into this special ocassion really did pay off...well sort of..:P&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days after the eid celebration, my body had retaliated and I fell very, very ill. I guess cooking a feast while doing housework and juggling 3 small children under the age of 7 had finally taken its toll. Worst of all, it was just my luck that it had to happen when hubby was away.&lt;br /&gt;When our children fall ill, we mothers sometimes wish we would rather take the child's place and be sick instead of our children. Well, after my little episode, I will never, ever have that wish again. Mothers aren't designed to fall sick. If we are sick, we can't function. When we can't function...well, there goes the entire household. &lt;br /&gt;I was too sick to care for the kids. I was feverish and shivering all over and being the drama queen that I am, I swear I thought I was going to die. Every time I closed my eyes and curled underneath the duvet, I could hear various doa being recited in my mind. My children had to scavage for their own food, emptying out the pantry and sinking their teeth into anything that looks edible. It took every single iota of my energy to whip them up a meal. I couldn't even monitor their bathing time and had no clue if they had even taken their baths at all. That was how ill I was. I wanted to ask for help but the very thought of picking up my handphone felt like a goliath task. Luckily (if you can call it lucky) the baby had caught the same bug so all she wanted was to sleep and suckle. &lt;br /&gt;I was ill for four days. Four days of wasting away on my bed. Four days of child neglect. Four days without an appetite. Hubby camehome that night, took charge and brought me to the doctor the very next morning. The doctor confirmed my illness, put me on antibiotics and I was up and running a couple of days afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a horrible experience but on the bright side, I had discovered that I had lost some weight. Whoopee! I had finally found a diet that works even better than Atkins, its called Streptococcal Pharyngitis and it really does work. Maybe falling sick isn't so bad after all. Although it involves serious child neglect, I actually wouldn't mind having it again...as long as I lose weight in the process. I'm such a horrible mom. lol :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-2909893930872687631?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/2909893930872687631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=2909893930872687631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/2909893930872687631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/2909893930872687631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-diet-that-works.html' title='A new diet that works!'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-7953327078429603990</id><published>2009-09-19T01:57:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:22:15.484+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak '09</title><content type='html'>How time flies. It's been 3 month since my last post and not only have I not lost any weight, I think I've acquired a few more pounds (I'm so delusional...more like several kilos actually lol) to my ever expanding torso. Well, I'm not really complaining. I have faith in myself, I know I'll shed off the weight when I'm truly ready and determined to do so. I've done it a few times in the past so why should this be any different right? Nothing like being truly optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to KL for the summer and you know the saying be careful what you wish for? Well, what I envisioned of an exciting summer didn't quite materialize. Sure, it was superb to get back in touch with my family and friends but the kids were sick most of the time due to the terrible weather and flu pandemic that was hitting the country. The people that mattered to me back home were also quite busy carrying on with their lives and between that and caring for my sick children, I wasn't quite able to hang out and have fun. I was also missing my dear, dear hubby terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm back in Abu Dhabi and its the fasting month. I came here exactly a year ago during ramadhan '08 and now here I am again in Abu Dhabi for ramadhan '09. Eid is just a day away and this will be my second year in the row celebrating Eid al-Fitr without my family. Last year wasn't so bad as I was occupied with settling myself and the kids here but this year, it's a bit harder. I miss my mom. I miss my sister. I miss my whole clan. What I wouldn't give to be able to be there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the floor of my kitchen right now cooking 4kg of beef rendang for the big celebration. I had to get a head start as there is no way could I single handedly prepare all the dishes the night before the big celebration. I've invited some friends and neighbours over for the festivities. I want this eid to be special and I'm doing it all for the sake of my children. Eid is about family and relationship, and I want them to experience the magic of Eid. I just hope I'm doing it right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid Mubarak all. Lets forgive, forget and be merry! Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir Batin. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-7953327078429603990?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7953327078429603990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=7953327078429603990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/7953327078429603990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/7953327078429603990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid-mubarak-09.html' title='Eid Mubarak &apos;09'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-3675421971202978090</id><published>2009-06-17T09:16:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:36:13.742+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weight Loss Journey</title><content type='html'>I had celebrated my 32nd birthday. Took care of the laundry the whole day, went out for dinner and later did my grocery shopping. How wild was that? I'm such a party animal even I amaze myself *roll eyes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had decided that it is time to start getting rid of the kilos on my birthday. First day in, had a platter of buffalo wings and indulged myself in this simply amazing chocolate brownies. It had chocolate fudge oozing out of it.  Heaven to my taste buds, hell to my thighs. Okay, not a good start but to my defense, it was my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, made a pot of delicious ayam masak lemak cili api with rice. Couldn't resist a second helping for both lunch and dinner. Treated myself to some chocolates afterwards. Gosh, don't I have any will power whatsoever? I put myself to shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's my third day. so far I've only had a piece of wholemeal bread (with a spoonful of nutella but that doesn't count since it balances out the wholemeal! And it was just one measly piece of bread!) and a glass of low fat milk. I'm doing the whole count my calories intake thing. Thinking of exercising as well but heck, its still early and I've got the rest of the day to do it. (Must remind myself to join Procrastinators Ananimous). So far so good...will see how thing goes. I'm making chilli crab and steamed mussels for lunch (please, please god. Provide me the will power to resist) Must resist. Must resist. Must resist. Aaaargh! The temptation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about lunch has caused me to start salivating for no apparent reason. Noooooo! It's mind over matter. I think I'll head to bed now, gotta sleep it off. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-3675421971202978090?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3675421971202978090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=3675421971202978090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/3675421971202978090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/3675421971202978090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-weight-loss-journey.html' title='My Weight Loss Journey'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-705409024439429463</id><published>2009-05-30T02:38:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T03:18:35.897+04:00</updated><title type='text'>KL, here I come...</title><content type='html'>The summer holidays is approaching and boy am I looking forward to it! We'll be returning to Kuala Lumpur for 2 whole months and I've already planned out my day to day itinerary in my head. However, the fact that I'll be without a maid when I return this time around is a bit daunting. My little sister has hijacked my trustworthy maid off my hands and I don't know how I'll cope with 3 kids back home. Here it is easier as I am not mobile. But in KL, its a whole different ball park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to enroll Mika in a play school there to prepare him for school come September. Unlike Sarah, Mika has never gone to school before this (Kinder Music doesn't count because I was present for his lessons) and I worry how he'll cope. He is still such a little baby and the school he will be going to is a very big school. I worry that he will be overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want Sarah to be stuck in front of the TV the whole day either which is why hubby and I have decided to enroll her again in a few enrichment classes. So when I'm in KL, on top of caring for the 3 kids on my own, I'll need to do the whole soccer mom bit as well. I really can't imagine how I'll cope especially with little Hana in tow. But then I keep telling myself, if I aspire to become a super mom, then I'll have to at least try and put myself for the test and juggle it all. This will really put my capabilities to the test. What the heck, I'm up for the challenge! My life has been pretty mundane all this while, so what's a little chaos right? Hehe..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the challenge is deciding on a school for Mika. I've got my eyes on the Early Learning Program at Kizsports but distance may be a problem. I refuse to get up 3 hours earlier just to get the kids ready to drive them all the way there only to find my self rushing back to pick him up a little over an hour later. I'm looking at the kindies within the neighbourhood but I worry about what the school is like as I want something more similar to the school that Mika will be attending in September in order to ensure a more smoother transition for him. I seriously need to put more thought into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of her maths class, Sarah has requested for me to find her a speech and drama class. I found one in TTDI, but they haven't replied to my inquiry so I'm yet to decide. Kizsports offers the program so perhaps I could enroll her there and if Mika is there, then it'll be better for me. I could also enroll Hana in their babysigns program. Gosh if all the 3 kids are there, I'll end up hanging out at One Utama every single day. Don't get me wrong, I adore One U, but I'm just afraid I'll end up bankrupt! My will power is close to none. All those nice, clean, bright shops are pretty enticing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I'm brought back to the issue of becoming maid-less. The timing of the classes would obviously differ, so while I'm in class with Hana for instance, I'll still need someone to keep an eye on the other two. Aaargh. I could take my ex-maid (now my sister's maid) but that would mean adding another screaming infant on top of my out of control brood. Uh-uh. That's a sure path on the route towards insanity and this wannabe super mom ain't so keen on going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaargh! Decisions..decisions. I really can't decide. I guess for now, I'll just settle for what I do best. Procrastinate and leave the decision making for tomorrow. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-705409024439429463?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/705409024439429463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=705409024439429463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/705409024439429463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/705409024439429463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/05/kl-here-i-come.html' title='KL, here I come...'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-3009678153014944388</id><published>2009-05-22T15:18:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:42:08.843+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermom vs Kryptonite</title><content type='html'>If there is any time for me to start contemplating suicide, I'd say the time is now. I have three children generously contributing to my already messy house with their smelly puke and poo. Both Sarah and Mika had caught some sort of stomach bug which makes them purge and barf continuously. The small cough that baby Hana had has developed into a full scale one with loads of plegm and snot to accompany it. Since she can't spit out her phlegm and blow out her nose, she had chosen the barf out all the gross icky sticky stuff method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done the laundry 3 times today, bath and changed all three children twice, cleaned up vomit from my floor and carpets, wash the powder room of poo and vomit, prepared lunch twice (since the kids puked out the first) and I did it all before noon! If that's not Super Mom, then I don't know what is! Oh, and I'm still in my smelly pajamas which is now covered in food, puke, spit &amp; milk. I'd better lock the doors, I don't wanna risk scaring any visitors if any decided to pop by. (Dear God, please send any visitors away...I'm so not in the mood to entertain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of it all is that hubby is in Toronto and won't be back till Sunday! Hmph, the lucky bugger. Where is the equality? Waaaaaah! I want my mommy! I'd rather go slay some dragon or monster at this rate. They're much easier to handle than 3 sick children. I'm a wannabe super mom and I have found my kryptonite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-3009678153014944388?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3009678153014944388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=3009678153014944388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/3009678153014944388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/3009678153014944388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/05/supermom-vs-kryptonite.html' title='Supermom vs Kryptonite'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-7700428876991719481</id><published>2009-05-10T00:16:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:35:24.477+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk beside me and be my friend.</title><content type='html'>"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend."~ Albert Camus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering for awhile on the meaning of friendship and found this on Wikipedia.&lt;blockquote&gt;Friendship is a term used to denote co-operative and supportive behavior between two or more people. In this sense, the term connotes a relationship which involves mutual knowledge, esteem, and affection and respect along with a degree of rendering service to friends in times of need or crisis. Friends will welcome each other's company and exhibit loyalty towards each other, often to the point of altruism. Their tastes will usually be similar and may converge, and they will share enjoyable activities. They will also engage in mutually helping behavior, such as exchange of advice and the sharing of hardship. A friend is someone who may often demonstrate reciprocating and reflective behaviors. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we made the decision to move to Abu Dhabi, one of the things that was the hardest to leave behind was my wonderful, supportive and loyal girlfriends. We've built our friendship over the years and had gotten to know each other ever since we were only girls. We had gone through so much for so long and had shared most of our good times and bad times with each other.  The only thing that had comforted me was the assurance that despite being hundreds of miles apart, our friendship will always remain strong and no matter what, nothing can and will change our friendship and love for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in Abu Dhabi, I realized that I had to start over. I did not have the comfort of my girlfriends and family to fall back on and had to start from scratch. I discovered that meeting new people is easy but to build a strong bond with another proves harder. Here I did not have the advantage of time and personal experiences like I did back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fate was kind to me and I did build close ties with a handful of people here. It's wonderful to have people you are able to connect, respect, trust, esteem and care for deeply and have those feelings reciprocated. These friends are my substitute for the friends and family that I had left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is life without a few hiccups? The friendship that I had built with one of these people now leaves me in doubt. She is a wonderful person and while I enjoy her company, there are still some things that bothers me about her. She can be quite helpful, but her helpfulness seems insincere and leaves me feeling uneasy as if she expects her favours to always be returned. She is sometimes controlling, abrupt, patronizing and rude and at other times borders being mean. I've seen her making some inappropriate remarks to others and although I do respect her for being straight forward and frank, I do feel that her remarks to some is too much hitting below the belt and can't help but wonder why she couldn't be more subtle and gentler in her ways. She has also the tendency to become rather defensive and is one of the most pessimistic person that I had ever encountered. Friends are suppose to celebrate and embrace each others differences yet she on the other hand, treats everything as if it's a pissing match. Her competitiveness is simply irksome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still feel the need to reach out and maintain what resembles a friendship with her. Perhaps it is because our children are friends or perhaps because there are just so few people here that I try to fight hard for whatever friendship I can get here. But sometimes enough is enough and this may be one friendship that is not worth fighting for. I've tried over and over again to give the benefit of the doubt but now it seems like a hopeless pursuit. I will cease being a good friend to her not because I don't desire it but because there is no sense of fighting when the effort only comes on my part alone. I care about her and because of that, I'm willing to let her go and just hope that she'll mend her ways and when she does and when she find herself in a position where she needs a friend, I'm always here with open arms to welcome a friend whom I can walk side by side with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-7700428876991719481?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7700428876991719481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=7700428876991719481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/7700428876991719481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/7700428876991719481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-beside-me-and-be-my-friend.html' title='Walk beside me and be my friend.'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-6479809821990618289</id><published>2009-04-25T11:31:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:39:22.836+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Housewife</title><content type='html'>I've been reading some people's opinions about a typical housewife. Most implied that a typical housewife is a woman who fails to take care of her appearance, watches TV all day, doesn't have many friends, isn't able to hold a decent conversation other than topics regarding their kids and household chores. They've also expressed that housewives tend to be uneducated and lacks intelligence. As a housewife, I find their opinions rather offensive.&lt;br /&gt;However, these people have also written that rather than be a typical housewife, its better to become a stay at home mom instead. What??? Duh. Some people are such idiots. Don't they get it? It's the same bloody thing! Well, that goes to show the power of rebranding.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must admit that as a stay at home mom, I sometimes do let myself go. Trying to look like a million bucks every single day is hard work. Lounging at home in a pair of old T-shirt and sweat pants is pure bliss and I'd recommend it to everyone. However, I doubt that my favourite uniform will cause anyone to scream and run away in fright by the sight of me. Well, at least my hubby doesn't complain. :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the one thing I would agree with those people that just because you're a housewife and you are stuck at home, it isn't an excuse for you to live in seclusion and not mingle with the outside world. I'm lucky that I have my friends and neighbours from various walks of life to fill me in on whats going out there and enrich my life. Although most of my conversation does revolve around kids and my daily chores, I do talk about other things as well such as religion, society, education and politics although I try to shy away from the latter as much as possible. Politics is just too dirty for this typical housewife's own liking.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, yes, I do tend to talk about my kids and chores a lot, but only because its a topic that I'm passionate about and only to people who enjoy listening about it. People who are in the workforce talk about their work all the time too but I don't hear anyone complaining. I am also interested about various subjects and am also able to talk about other things whenever I choose to. Like I said, my main interests are kids and the home life. I may not be dressed as if I'm going to the Oscars or have a red carpet function everyday, but I think I'm rather presentable enough (well, at least presentable enough to open the front door if someone comes knocking lol) although I may sometimes look a tad disarray. But can you blame me? I'm a mom with 3 kids and a husband who is constantly away plus, I've no domestic help to ease my burden. I do watch TV but I'm limited to watching Barney, Kipper, Hannah Montana and whatever kiddies show there is on TV. Not so much because it is entertaining to me, but because I'd like to be able to keep up with my kids. And although I don't have a gazillion friends, I have a handful of really good friends who truly understands me and and whom are all near and dear to me. So if you want to call me a typical housewife, then so be it. I may not be out there with the rest of the population trying to save the world or whatever, but I'm doing my share for the community by trying to educate and shape my children into responsible and caring individuals. That's a hard job of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to share, a poem I keep close to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my child to raise over again&lt;br /&gt;I'd fingerpaint more and point the finger less&lt;br /&gt;I'd do less correcting and more connecting&lt;br /&gt;I'd take my eyes off the watch, and watch with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I would care to know less and know to care more&lt;br /&gt;I'd take more hikes and fly more kites&lt;br /&gt;I'd stop playing serious and seriously play&lt;br /&gt;I'd run through more fields and gaze at more stars&lt;br /&gt;I'd do more hugging and less tugging&lt;br /&gt;I would be firm less often and affirm much more&lt;br /&gt;I'd build self esteem first and the house later&lt;br /&gt;I'd teach less about the love of power and more about the power of love&lt;br /&gt;~Diane Loomans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-6479809821990618289?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6479809821990618289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=6479809821990618289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/6479809821990618289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/6479809821990618289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/04/typical-housewife.html' title='Typical Housewife'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-4725103266947051099</id><published>2009-04-21T10:24:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:35:16.311+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Favourites</title><content type='html'>I've always known at the back of my mind that I am not my mother's favourite child. Maybe when I was younger, I had felt a bit disgruntled over it and became quite rebellious but overtime as I get older, I'm more accepting and understand that just because I'm not her favourite doesn't mean she loves me less. &lt;br /&gt;My mother has always been more affectionate with my little sister. I've always wondered why. I've been told that I wasn't an easy baby nor was I an easy child. My mother was depressed due to some unfortunate circumstance while she was pregnant with me and I came out into the world underweight and angry which would naturally make my mother feel anxious and exhausted taking care of me. &lt;br /&gt;As a middle child, it wasn't easy to compete for my mother's attention against an older brother who is the only boy, and a younger sister who is the baby of the house. However, I had never felt the need to compete for my father's attention because with him, I had always felt equal. I guess my father had that special natural ability to make everyone feel special and inspire to be able to be like him.&lt;br /&gt;While I was in KL, I brought up this topic with my girlfriends. Most of them admitted that although they love their kids to death, they can't help but to show preference to one child over the other. That got me thinking. Do I have a favourite? I am after all only human.&lt;br /&gt;I have three kids and honestly, I'm not sure if there is any particular one that I prefer over the others. I fell heads over heels in love with each one the moment I first laid eyes on them. All three are special and dear to me but in very different and distinctive way. &lt;br /&gt;My eldest Sarah will be 6 years old in less then a month. I have such high hopes for her and am delighted with every little achievement and progress that she has made. Everything about her just fills me with pride and joy. My second is Mika. So far he is the only boy. He is such a cheeky little fellow and never fails to entertain me and lifts me up with his little antics and adorable charm. The youngest is darling little Hana and although she is still a little to young for me to judge, my darling little baby is very easy to care and she delights me with her tenderness. She just takes my breath away with her little smile and coos.&lt;br /&gt;All three of them are very special and dear to me. It amazes me how I feel so much love for them yet my love for each one is absolutely unique. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see them all grown up and become wonderful individuals. Although I adore children, I think the dinamic of my three kids are already perfect. Sarah will always be my favourite because she is my firstborn. Mika will always be my favourite because he is the only boy and hana will always be my favourite because she is the baby. I just hope that they'll grow up knowing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/Se4s5cMw4VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5P-JyGJ50Tg/s1600-h/P4180473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/Se4s5cMw4VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5P-JyGJ50Tg/s320/P4180473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327244774559768914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-4725103266947051099?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4725103266947051099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=4725103266947051099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/4725103266947051099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/4725103266947051099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/04/picking-favourites.html' title='Picking Favourites'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/Se4s5cMw4VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5P-JyGJ50Tg/s72-c/P4180473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-6433797828024564280</id><published>2009-04-20T14:39:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:22:02.883+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hana's First Milestone</title><content type='html'>Hana is 4 months old and has reached her first milestone. She can now roll over on her own. She's done it 4 times so far and I had missed it all. It seems like she'll only roll over whenever I'm not around. After the second roll, I kept my eyes on her for a whole hour but nothing. She only kept rolling from side to side. Then I had to take Mika to the loo and when I came back, there she was on her tummy again. Hmph. I've equip myself with my trusty camera just waiting and waiting to take that photo of her rolling over but little baby seems shy to show this mommy her newfound skill. The waiting is getting a bit ridiculous and at this rate, I've almost given up. I can't just sit here and stare at her the whole day waiting to see her roll over. I've got two other kids to attend to so I'll just settle for a picture of her on her Bumbo seat instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/Sexoi-IHCWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6YdP3y2siOg/s1600-h/P4200490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/Sexoi-IHCWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6YdP3y2siOg/s320/P4200490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326747409274308962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/Sexn4ySd3EI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-0_JoElAYrg/s1600-h/P4200489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/Sexn4ySd3EI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-0_JoElAYrg/s320/P4200489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326746684542016578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SexnDWGosbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SSexDUYbjno/s1600-h/P4200488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SexnDWGosbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SSexDUYbjno/s320/P4200488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326745766443135410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-6433797828024564280?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6433797828024564280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=6433797828024564280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/6433797828024564280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/6433797828024564280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/04/hanas-first-milestone.html' title='Hana&apos;s First Milestone'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/Sexoi-IHCWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6YdP3y2siOg/s72-c/P4200490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-3179734337266419749</id><published>2009-04-20T09:48:00.015+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:14:58.841+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>It has been 2 days since I left Malaysia. It was great to be able to go home and see familiar places and faces again. I satisfied all my cravings for the local food there and I've manage to gain 5 kilos in less than 2 weeks! What I didn't miss was the weather. It was so humid there it bordered on torture. I guess I've gotten so used to the weather here that the Malaysian humidity was a shock to my systems. &lt;br /&gt;It was great to be able to catch up with my friends and family and it was really exciting to meet my brand new nephew Imran. He is truly precious. Had to teach my lil sis a thing or two on taking care of a baby and by the looks of it, she's going to be fine on her own. I found it hilarious that her baby and her shared one particular trait-both of them aren't too keen on bathing!lol&lt;br /&gt;If I had to summarize my trip, I'd probably describe it as an eating frenzy. I ate and ate and ate some more. Who could imagine that the chance to buy banana fritters by the roadside could be such an exciting task. I only ate at home once and that was because I was craving for my mom's specialty fish dish. It was magnificent. I feasted on char koay teow (which is my favourite #1 dish) almost everyday together with either iced milo or iced milk tea. ( gosh no wonder I've piled up the pounds..)&lt;br /&gt;I was like some crazy tourist snapping up pictures of all the food that I was about to devour. Unfortunately, either Mika or Sarah had accidently deleted some of it much to my dismay. We ate out everyday but the prices of food is malaysia is so low in comparison to Abu Dhabi that in all, I think we had spent only about RM500 or less on eating out throughout the entire duration of our stay. That would be the amount that we would normally pay for eating out twice or thrice in Abu Dhabi.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so reluctant to go back to Abu Dhabi as the time drew nearer but I didn't have much of a choice. My kids enjoyed their trip back as well but Sarah was also looking forward to returning to Abu Dhabi because she was starting to miss her friends. &lt;br /&gt;So on the day of my departure I bid tearful farewells to those near and dear to me and said my goodbyes. &lt;br /&gt;Once we stepped into Abu Dhabi, my first thought was, "Gosh it's good to be finally home" and felt comfortable and at ease almost at once. I guess I had made the transition after all and although I've really enjoyed myself in malaysia, Abu Dhabi is now my home away from home. Its good to be home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewddvN2nLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vcYEIouKx4w/s1600-h/P4120367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewddvN2nLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vcYEIouKx4w/s320/P4120367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326664856000437426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with my hommies~BFF minus one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewfBWoKVqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HnaD-vUxSRs/s1600-h/P4120361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewfBWoKVqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HnaD-vUxSRs/s320/P4120361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326666567386814114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Cuppies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewgMKTwJcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6dEdtqz3v24/s1600-h/P4120373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewgMKTwJcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6dEdtqz3v24/s320/P4120373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326667852570174914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es Teller...yummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewhZEzN9qI/AAAAAAAAAE4/C5hfVMPOC0Q/s1600-h/P4130392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewhZEzN9qI/AAAAAAAAAE4/C5hfVMPOC0Q/s320/P4130392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326669173941466786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Imran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewkKoSWmyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jh95BfLu9xU/s1600-h/P4140445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewkKoSWmyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jh95BfLu9xU/s320/P4140445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326672224304143138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika enjoying iced milo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewlWQnAoOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wamL08TIKlo/s1600-h/P4140447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewlWQnAoOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wamL08TIKlo/s320/P4140447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326673523618390242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char Koay Teow...my favourite...mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewnDPP1KKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nQFBb2kvAs8/s1600-h/P4140450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewnDPP1KKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nQFBb2kvAs8/s320/P4140450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326675395858475170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter prawn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewrCc1NWTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8FslI086ztw/s1600-h/P4140451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewrCc1NWTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8FslI086ztw/s320/P4140451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326679780371552562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet &amp; Sour crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewrsQFroXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/satHY2EaUQA/s1600-h/P4140452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewrsQFroXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/satHY2EaUQA/s320/P4140452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326680498505490802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love durian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewsbMNiQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/FSccPiODnnA/s1600-h/P4170462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewsbMNiQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/FSccPiODnnA/s320/P4170462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326681304918541234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belachan Fried Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewtD_om7JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lg6CB9doOLc/s1600-h/P4170463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewtD_om7JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lg6CB9doOLc/s320/P4170463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326682005917068434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry Mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewtwqLrwTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HWsdTxV8gKg/s1600-h/P4170464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewtwqLrwTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HWsdTxV8gKg/s320/P4170464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326682773252718898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana's grandkids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-3179734337266419749?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3179734337266419749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=3179734337266419749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/3179734337266419749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/3179734337266419749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/04/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/SewddvN2nLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vcYEIouKx4w/s72-c/P4120367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-4994447829736505897</id><published>2009-04-02T23:06:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:07:54.753+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off..</title><content type='html'>I'm going off in 3 hours and if it wasn't because I'm excited with whats to come, I'll be bitching here about a particular incident but thats for later. For the time being...KL here I come :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-4994447829736505897?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4994447829736505897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=4994447829736505897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/4994447829736505897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/4994447829736505897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m off..'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-9086978917655856348</id><published>2009-04-02T00:47:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:29:01.757+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares, Bad Dreams and a pair of Scissors.</title><content type='html'>Sarah has been bunking in our bed for several nights now. Every night she'll beg and plead to sleep with me. Sometimes I would relent but other times I'd give her an adamant "No" and send her sniffling off to bed only to find her snuggled in between my legs in the middle of the night. Although I sleep in a king size bed; 2 adults, a toddler, an infant and one small child all together on the same bed is absolutely ridiculous! Every morning I seem to wake up feeling sore from the cramp space and this situation makes this aspiring supermom a super grumpy mom instead.&lt;br /&gt;I've recently found out that Sarah and some friends have been swapping ghost stories that they've heard from the adults or movies they have seen and scaring the bejeebers out of each other. Apparently, without my knowledge, the Indonesian helper that I had hired during my first few months after birth was showing these children mini clips of 'The Exorcist' on her phone. If that Indon lady was still with me and had I known, I'd make sure to scare the bejeebers out of her!&lt;br /&gt;I persistently told Sarah that there are no ghosts in Abu Dhabi because it is full of mosques. That sort of work for a little while until she started pleading to get into my bed again, this time it wasn't due to the fear of ghost but of bad, scary dreams instead. &lt;br /&gt;I explained to Sarah that dreams are never real and it is only make believe. Sarah said she understands but the bad dreams keeps coming back.&lt;br /&gt;So how do I keep the bad dreams away? Suddenly I remembered a malay old wives tale about putting a scissor or a piece a blade underneath the pillow to prevent bad dreams. I took hubby's nose scissors which was blunt, rounded and pretty safe due to its inability to poke through pillow case or any type of cloths for that matter. I told Sarah that this will keep her safe from bad dreams and if she puts this underneath her pillow every night and recite "Bismillahirahmanirahim" 21 times, Allah will keep her safe at night from ghosts or bad dreams. Miraciously, it worked! &lt;br /&gt;Now, Sarah can't sleep without her scissors and reciting "Bismillah". When she came back from school the other day, she told me that one of her classmates was telling her that she had had a bad dream and Sarah suggested this little English girl to put a scissor underneath her pillow and recite "Bismillah". Sarah said her friend just looked at her oddly and said, "How wierd".&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've to be ready with an explanation from now on in case little English, Swedish or Australian girl starts sleeping with scissors underneath their pillows. lol In the mean time, I think I'll let that little girl of mine climb into bed with me tonight...a bonus because this mommy is starting to miss her. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-9086978917655856348?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/9086978917655856348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=9086978917655856348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/9086978917655856348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/9086978917655856348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/04/nightmares-bad-dreams-and-pair-of.html' title='Nightmares, Bad Dreams and a pair of Scissors.'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-1184454033426581803</id><published>2009-03-28T22:11:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:17:54.797+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Sick</title><content type='html'>I swear there must be an outbreak of tonsillitis and pharyngitis out there. Every other person from London to India to Abu Dhabi to Malaysia seems to have caught the bug. After my kids and friends caught it, I was sort of bracing myself for my turn to acquire that disease and today, sitting in front of my PC, shivering and feeling extremely fatigue, I have finally caught that darn bug that has been going around. It had decided to infect me just as  I was starting to feel neglected and unwanted. :P&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I was well prepared. I woke up this morning with swollen tonsils and a burning throat. I had to quickly get ready to take Sarah to her classmates party but was already starting to feel quite fatigue (and I just woke up!) That very evening, I felt the fever kicking it and made hubby take me to the hospital where I was diagnose with acute tonsillitis and acute pharyngitis. The doctor said it was quite good that I manage to catch it early because judging by the looks of it, it has the potential to become pretty severe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to fall sick especially since I have 3 little kids and a pretty large one depending on me to get things done around the house on top of having a lot to prepare for my trip back to Kuala Lumpur end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;The one good thing about my illness right now is that I can't swallow! I do feel hungry but my throat hurts so bad that swallowing is seriously painful. Hope I'll get to shed a couple of kilos this week. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really excited about going back end of this week so I'm not going to let some illness get in the way. I'm going to be strong and nurse myself back to health so I can prepare this delicate throat of mine for some heavy duty consumption of char koay teow and durian! Oh food glorious food! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-1184454033426581803?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1184454033426581803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=1184454033426581803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/1184454033426581803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/1184454033426581803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/03/falling-sick.html' title='Falling Sick'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-2412716880503207725</id><published>2009-03-25T02:05:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:18:27.651+04:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Days to Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>I'm starting a countdown. 9 more days and I'll be back home! It's been almost 7 month since I left Kuala Lumpur for Abu Dhabi. I can't wait to feast on my beloved char koay teow, nasi goreng USA, Johnny's steamboat and durian. No more phrata, nasi beriani or whatever nonsensical food they serve here. Hubby has left for Kuala Lumpur tonight to collect little Hana's passport. The prospect of going home is getting so close that I can even smell Kuala Lumpur. No more sand storm and stifling heat. I'm so looking forward to the heavy downpour they are experiencing in KL. Yay to rain!&lt;br /&gt;I am also looking forward to meeting my little nephew who was born a week ago and to just hang out with my family and girlfriends. I've missed them so much! Although I'll only be in KL for less than 2 weeks, I'm going to enjoy every single second of it. No more cooking or cleaning just some rest and relax and tender loving care from my mom. Kuala Lumpur...here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-2412716880503207725?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/2412716880503207725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=2412716880503207725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/2412716880503207725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/2412716880503207725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-days-to-kuala-lumpur.html' title='9 Days to Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-1843838936803233425</id><published>2009-03-20T11:42:00.010+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:59:54.593+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Mika's 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScXVXgshTrI/AAAAAAAAADw/dcB6f0ZqWhU/s1600-h/DSC_0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScXVXgshTrI/AAAAAAAAADw/dcB6f0ZqWhU/s320/DSC_0896.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315889535071112882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Since Mika had never had a proper birthday party in his life, I thought it would be nice to throw him one for his 3rd.  I had initially planned out a small intimate get together for his birthday, but being me, I tend to over think things and my ideas turned into one grandiose affair. Hubby wasn't let in on the plan and nearly had a heart attack when I told him of my plans ( albeit last minute). Thank goodness my man was a good sport and was very cooperative.&lt;br /&gt;Back in Malaysia, organizing a birthday party was so easy. All I had to do was find the right people and hire them! There was an abundance of caterers, party planners and entertainers. Here, I just didn't have a clue especially being new in foreign country and all. I tried to do some research but what I found was mediocre and ridiculously expensive. So I had to improvise. I had to conjure all my past memories of the birthday parties I had been to as a little girl before the whole party planning mania hit Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;So I began the task of sorting out the guest list (which seems to grow every time I thought about it..hmm), planning out the menu, searching high and low for a cake maker and devising activities for the kids during the party. Who would have thought that the task to search for a decent loot bag would be one complicated mission? I guess that's one of the cons of living in this hick town called Abu Dhabi.&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved pinatas at parties so I thought, "Why not have one?" We searched high and low for one and when I finally found a shop that sells pinatas, I was astounded to discover that they were selling it for a whopping Dhs180 for one very small pathetic looking pinata! WTF?!! &lt;br /&gt;So I figured, if I wanted a pathetic looking pinata..instead of purchasing one, I'll just make one! I studied the pathetic looking pinata closely to find out the materials they used. Polystyrene, crepe paper and construction paper. "Well, this looks easy enough.." I thought. So after purchasing the materials (I spent like less than Dhs40 for the stuffs, and that included polystyrene glue, glitters and a blades. Sheesh, that pinata shop was truly ripping people off!)&lt;br /&gt;Armed with what little amount of creativity skills I have in me, I started the task of creating a pinata. Half way thru, I was seriously doubting my so called 'bright idea'. Never thought it would be so tedious. No wonder they were selling it for RM80 in Malaysia. If it was up to me, I'd probably charge like Dhs100 for one but Dhs180, heck, I'm no con artist.&lt;br /&gt;After the whole pinata saga, I started to doubt my abilities in cooking for a lot of people. Could I really do it and complete it before the party began? So I did the smart thing and begged some friends to help me out. Luckily they took pity on me and agreed. Those friends of mine are truly god sent. Bless them all!&lt;br /&gt;The morning of the party, I woke up early to prepare the spring rolls, chicken curry, jellies, chocolate fondue and fried vermicelli. On top of those, I had to pick up the cake as well! Perhaps I am taking my super mom aspiration a tad too far. But being one who is always up for a little challenge, I succeeded in completing my tasks in time for the party. However, I ended up looking like a train wreck. I didn't even have time to wash my hair and groom myself nicely for the guests. Well, it doesn't matter really as kids can't really tell the difference. Heck they eat food they pick up off the floor so I'd guess they wouldn't notice your ordinary disheveled mom..&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice party after all. Everyone seemed like they were having fun and most importantly, Mika had a really good time. So all that hard work was not in vain. The kids played pass the parcel, pin the tail on the donkey, dancing statue and not forgetting the pinata. A couple of kids got hurt during the pinata wrecking process. I had thought about blindfolding them at first but I guess it was a good idea after all to leave that out because considering how much damage they could do with their eyes wide open, imagine the damage they would have done when they are blindfold and equip with a weapon. Seriously scary. &lt;br /&gt;I'd say it was an overall successful party. I'm proud of myself that I was able to pull it off. Everything went smoothly except that I forgot to serve the jellies I had painstakingly made that morning. Mika had never receive so many present in his life and couldn't stop gushing about it days after the party. &lt;br /&gt;So I guess I do have it in me to plan a nice party and for that I'll give myself a pat on my back. However, for Sarah's upcoming party, I'm doing it in some playland where I won't have to lift a finger. I'm done planning parties. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScXVYZwPBmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UeuZA0P-xT4/s1600-h/DSC_0787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScXVYZwPBmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UeuZA0P-xT4/s320/DSC_0787.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315889550387512930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinning the tail on the donkey. I drew the donkey...not bad eh for someone who had never drawn a donkey in her life :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScXVYGrQ31I/AAAAAAAAAEA/pEAxwPE1trw/s1600-h/DSC_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScXVYGrQ31I/AAAAAAAAAEA/pEAxwPE1trw/s320/DSC_0719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315889545266388818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing the parcel game. The kids were all good sport and willingly performed the forfeits. They displayed a good sense of camaraderie and support for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScXVX_DVpKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fFjizZyKkhs/s1600-h/DSC_0835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScXVX_DVpKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fFjizZyKkhs/s320/DSC_0835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315889543219881122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pinata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScXVYjo9NgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5aIAJBtCGNw/s1600-h/DSC_0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScXVYjo9NgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5aIAJBtCGNw/s320/DSC_0978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315889553041339906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy camper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-1843838936803233425?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/1843838936803233425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=1843838936803233425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/1843838936803233425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/1843838936803233425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/03/planning-mikas-3rd.html' title='Planning Mika&apos;s 3rd'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScXVXgshTrI/AAAAAAAAADw/dcB6f0ZqWhU/s72-c/DSC_0896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-3320375646425345773</id><published>2009-03-19T08:19:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:03:15.163+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Hana</title><content type='html'>I'm now officially a mother of 3. Reading my old postings, I recalled swearing off childbirth after I had Mika but here I am 3 years later with another child and I've discovered that being a 3x mom isn't as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Found out I was pregnant after hubby got the news of the job offer with Etihad Airways. We had initially decided that I would stay behind in Malaysia with the kids until after the baby was born but seeing that getting a place in a desirable  school here in Abu Dhabi is rather difficult, we had to jump on the chance when Sarah got offered a placement in a school of my choice. So being 6 months pregnant at that time, the kids and I had to quickly pack up our stuff and make the move to Abu Dhabi and quickly started scouting for ob-gyns.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a suitable doctor here in Abu Dhabi was short of a nightmare. The first one looked like a painter and I'm not talking of the artist Da Vinci sort of variety. This one looked like she worked in a construction site with her dirty stained denim overalls. Yup, she wore denim overalls to work. So she got scratched off my list even before I saw her...I didn't even bother to give her a chance...first impressions does matter.&lt;br /&gt;The second one was this old Iraqi man. He had a very thick accent that I couldn't make out whether he was speaking in English, Arabic or whatever language for that matter. I had to give 100% concentration when he spoke trying to look for clues or keywords to even attempt to guess what this man was saying. In addition to that, he was rough and had the largest pair of hands I've ever saw in my life! So that one is definitely out of my list.&lt;br /&gt;I've almost given up when hubby decided to take me to this new hospital at the airport road.   I felt certain that all the doctors here in Abu Dhabi was a lost case but went anyway since I was already 8 months and didn't have much of a choice. When I inquired at the reception of a female doctor, the one that was available could only be available 3 weeks later, Feeling seriously dejected, I asked the receptionist if there was any other doctors who was immediately available. She told me that they had 2 men doctor but one was away on leave so would I like to see the remaining doctor? What the heck...what do I have to lose? So I agreed and there was my chance encounter with Dr. Marwan Kamil.&lt;br /&gt;So fate had stepped in and here I was with...lets just call him Dr. Hottie. ;) This doctor was a babe! Gosh , he is truly one very handsome man, not too old, perhaps in his late 30s or early 40s, quite the gentleman and was most impeccably dressed. In addition to that, when the man spoke, I could understand every single word he said. I am blessed! &lt;br /&gt;We had build quite a good rapport between us and I was so comfortable with him that he even made the whole birthing experience quite pleasant! I had a normal vaginal delivery without any sort of medication!(Nevermind that the baby was overdue and I had begged to be induced to get me out of my misery..LOL :P) I was sober and alert throughout the whole thing and actually really listened to my body. I could even laugh and joke with the staffs and the doctor in between contractions and the pushing part.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor also commented that I was a most cooperative patient, quiet, confident and very composed. He admitted that he was very impressed. What he didn't know that I had to force myself to maintain my composure because I didnt want to look like such a wimp in front of Doctor Handsome here. :P&lt;br /&gt;Baby Hana (I wanted to name her Maya actually and had been calling her that until the 8th month of my pregnancy but due to some glich, she is now named Hana) was forced out into the world after being 8 days late on the 20th of December 2008 at 7.30pm weighing a hefty 3.6kg and measuring a good 50cm. Welcome little baby, I'm truly most happy to meet you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScHR75VXoeI/AAAAAAAAADg/fjZmUnzzqZo/s1600-h/P1210047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScHR75VXoeI/AAAAAAAAADg/fjZmUnzzqZo/s320/P1210047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314759862206833122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-3320375646425345773?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3320375646425345773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=3320375646425345773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/3320375646425345773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/3320375646425345773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/03/having-hana.html' title='Having Hana'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f-jfsiv4sHs/ScHR75VXoeI/AAAAAAAAADg/fjZmUnzzqZo/s72-c/P1210047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-3489368073189923928</id><published>2009-03-19T00:18:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:42:59.933+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming me back to Blogosphere!</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for the longest time. And now that I've decided to return to blogosphere, I've discovered I couldn't just picked up where I had left off. I had made a few attempts to blog, but just couldn't find the words or even the heart to write. I even started a new blog only to have it deleted because I discovered I had a huge case of writer's block and starting a brand new blog won't cure it.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered so much changes to blogspot and decided if I wanted to start blogging again, I'd perhaps start with changing the look of my blog. Then I came across my old postings and got curious what in the heck did I write about previously. I started to read all my posts and recalled so many forgotten memories. Those posts made me laugh and cry as I started to recall my past experiences. When I looked at the date, I was shocked to discover it dated back to almost 4 years ago back in 2005 while I was carrying my second child Mika. &lt;br /&gt;Now I've found a reason to return to blogging. To document my thoughts, feeling or whatever so I'd never forget. Thus here I am, continuing where I'd left off after a very, very long break.&lt;br /&gt;So much have happened since my last post. I have completed my studies, sold my home, see my little sister get married, relocated to Abu Dhabi, made some wonderful new friends, have had my third child and celebrated both hubby's 39th and my son Mika's 3rd birthday. &lt;br /&gt;It's been 6 months since I made the permanent move to Abu Dhabi. Although apprehensive at first, I found myself to be embracing the norms of this country. Sarah started a new school and I'm happy to report that she is thriving in this new environment. Mika isn't the little baby I keep thinking he is and has grown to be quite the cheeky little fellow. My new baby Hana is absolutely beautiful and with the experiences I have gained through raising the other 2, she seems so much more easier to handle thus making it so much more pleasurable to take care off.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was greeted with the wonderful news that my little sister just gave birth to her first child. A little boy she and her husband had  decided to call Imran. I feel bad for not able to be there for her but if the saying is true, distance makes the heart grow fonder, I am truly looking forward to our reunion in April and to meeting my brand new nephew whom based by the MMS my sister sent me, is truly one gorgeous baby.&lt;br /&gt;Being in Abu Dhabi, I am able to experience an enjoy a better quality of family life. After reading my old posts, I began to recall how much hubby would usually shy away from spending time with the family, prefering to hanging out with friends till the wee hours of the morning instead. Here, he is almost constantly with us whenever he is not flying thus becoming more and more attached and hands on with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;I've so much to write about and can't wait to continue asap. For the time being, I'll just be contented with the fact that I have found the heart to blog again. Welcoming me back to blogosphere. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-3489368073189923928?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/3489368073189923928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=3489368073189923928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/3489368073189923928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/3489368073189923928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcoming-me-back-to-blogosphere.html' title='Welcoming me back to Blogosphere!'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-6205962947200919658</id><published>2008-07-13T06:46:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:23:33.533+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abu Dhabi.</title><content type='html'>Today is my 4th day in Abu Dhabi. I still haven't sorted out how I feel abut this whole experience. At times, I feel quite exhilarated and excited with our new prospect but at other times, I start thinking if this is all a big mistake. &lt;br /&gt;Abu Dhabi is a beautiful, breath taking city. But it is also a daunting city. Not because it is unsafe, but because everything is so picture perfect, prim and proper and so orderly. Quite the contrast to what this helter skelter mom is used too. I'm just terrified I can't cope.&lt;br /&gt;The highlight here seems to be the shopping and dining out. As i'm not much of a shopper (especially now that I'm all preggy) I'm not enjoying it as much. The people here also appears unfriendly, maybe due to the various races and culture stuck here in this foreign land, everyone seems to keep to themselves and mind their own business.&lt;br /&gt;Being with the kids without help this past few days has made me realized how I've been neglecting my children during my studying period. In this new environment, Sarah seems to be out of control and most of the time obnoxious and rude. I don't know if she has always been this way or its just that this new surrounding makes her appear so. I have observed during my countless trips to the mall so far, all the children are very, unbelievably well behaved. They could actually sit still (literally sit still and stare at their surrounding) while their parents chat away with friends during meals. Screaming children seem totally unheard off and when my children act up, the people here turn and stare which really gets on my nerves and is quite embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its just my parenting skill (or lack of it)  or the children here are just developing abnormally. 4 days here and various trips to the mall and with the exception of my own children, not a single screaming child in sight. Kinda scary...to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, being with the kids without any help gives me the opportunity to 'reprogram' my kids. I have complete control over my children  andI can reprimand my children for their bad behavior without worrying that the maid and grandparents will pacify them and just make them regress back to their previous bad behavior. I am worried though that when I go back home that all my hard work here will just be forgotten and the children will lapse back to their previous behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another important issue. Although I'm adamant about giving birth at home, I don't know whether I should go back or stay on till my impending birth. I don't like to leave dearest hubby here all by himself as there is no one to take care of him and as beautiful as Abu Dhabi can be, its not home so it can still get pretty lonely here. I've got 2 weeks to continue to contemplate and ponder. I do miss home but my future is here. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-6205962947200919658?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/6205962947200919658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=6205962947200919658' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/6205962947200919658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/6205962947200919658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2008/07/abu-dhabi.html' title='Abu Dhabi.'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-7313675838717234939</id><published>2008-04-24T08:37:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:45:06.269+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again..Mr. Stork...</title><content type='html'>Aaaargh!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm having a baby...again. I must admit that I am feeling quite excited...but am seriously not looking forward to the weight gain. Yeah, I know...sounds selfish righ right? I busted my ass off to lose the darn weight only to gain it all back like what...3 month after reaching my ideal weight? LOL. Life can be funny like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So witht the arrival of the new baby, I've decide to stay behind and let dear hubby go off first. I'll visit him every month though (not because I want to but because of necessity...need to get my residence visa stamped to be eligible for medical benefit :P) It'll be my first time though, travelling on a relatively long flight with just the kids. Oh oh...I've got chills just thinking about it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family and I just got back from Phuket...but will write about that next time when I don't feel all pukey and dizzy like I do now. So till later...now to go catch up on the zzzzz...oops and its only noon heheheh :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-7313675838717234939?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/7313675838717234939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=7313675838717234939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/7313675838717234939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/7313675838717234939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-againmr-stork.html' title='Hello Again..Mr. Stork...'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-4133656972859265872</id><published>2008-03-21T20:20:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:44:17.578+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resurrection of My Blog</title><content type='html'>Can't beleive I've jilted my blog for over a year. Well, what can I say...I've been very, very preoccupied. So much has happened to me ever since (well, it should otherwise it would mean I truly live a boring, unworthwhile life! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a maid now. Didn't have much of a choice since I went back to school I truly needed the extra hand to look after the kids. I guess I've been really lucky because my maid is marvelous. She's okay when it comes to housework but she's superb with the kids. She loves them very much and I can see that the children loves her back. She can't cook very well though (almost to the point of unedible hehe) but that's okay because hubby prefers that I do all the cooking. However, its great to have a kitchen assistance who can chop, blend, deep fry and clean the kitchen after my task is done. That's the part I hated the most about cooking...the preparation and the cleaning up bit..now I have a superb helper to take over that part and I happily let her do so. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous post I had mentioned about my determination to lose weight. I'm quite happy that now, 2 years after the birth of my boy Mika, I've lost a total of 26kg. That's slightly less than the weight of my 5 year old girl AND my 2 year old boy combined. LOL. Quite an achievement in my books. I manage to lose 6 kg during the first few month after the birth, another 10kg during my 'Confession' phase and a further 10kg when I joined the gym. I owe it all to my hot young 23 year old trainer at Fitness First who relentlessly tortured me throughout my 30 sessions with him. Thanks Cash *wink*. I hated you but I'm truly grateful :D. Luckily he's quite the eye candy otherwise I'd put him right up my sworn enemy list. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with my studies, thank goodness. I'm about ready to give up but I'm glad that I persevered. My last examination paper will be in June and I can't wait to get over and done with it. Yahoo. Then it's off to start a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. I'm starting a new life. Hubby got the job and we'll be relocating to Abu Dhabi. Hubby's leaving in May though and the family will be joining him probably in July. I'd love to join him immediately but consdiering that lil sister's wedding is in May and my exams doesn't finish till end of June, there is just no way I can accompany him earlier. Poor hubby. Well, he should enjoy the freedom before this whip and cuff wife arrives. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late night and I wish I could carry on but I guess for the time being...too be continued. :P Gotta wake up early for class tomorrow. sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-4133656972859265872?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/4133656972859265872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=4133656972859265872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/4133656972859265872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/4133656972859265872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2008/03/resurrection-of-my-blog.html' title='The Resurrection of My Blog'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-117327828635765015</id><published>2007-03-07T18:33:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:43:45.503+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again...</title><content type='html'>Absence makes the heart grow fonder? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while, who am I kidding? It’s been more than a while but I’m glad to be back. No I wasn’t away, just been busy with this and that. I guess that’s part and parcel of becoming a SAHM, wish I could become those so called women of leisure instead. I wonder what they do all day. Hmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what’s new with me? Well, I’m happy to report that I’ve lost a whopping 8kg. I am now able to fit into all my old clothes (plus a few new ones as well I might add, can’t resist the urge to brag ;)). And have gotten rid of all my fat mommy clothes. Good riddance to those. I vow to avoid them permanently. Although weight wise I’m not quite where I aim to be yet…but so far so good. Along with the weight loss, I feel pretty good about myself…oh who cares, I’ll just say it out loud…I feel like one hot momma. It’s nice to be able to see my hip bones and knees again. I’ve missed them tremendously! LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish I could fit into my old uniform when I was still in my premarital state; in fact that is what I’m currently aiming for. I reckon I could perhaps try squeezing into them, it may be a tight squeeze but I keep getting mental images of myself exploding out of the uniform ala incredible hulk. Not a pretty sight at all. I’ve decided I don’t want to risk myself being utterly traumatized and scarred for life so I’ll just leave that thought on hold first while I strive to lose more weight and gather the courage to bring myself into slipping on the uniform from my glory days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children are getting bigger. Mika’s turned 1 btw, and has even taken his first few steps. He did so a day before his birthday, and like all mothers, I’m convinced my son is an absolute genius! Unlike his sister at the same age, Mika is still clingy as ever. Yes, in case anyone’s still wondering, he still ‘accompanies’ me in the shower. Well, for consolation, at least mommy looks good now and nolonger canbe mistaken as The Good Year blimp's younger sister. Praise the lord! My little boy however, seems to prefer his daddy over me whenever the dad’s around (the little traitor!). Well, at least my girl is still loyal to me although now, whenever I freak out at her she’ll beg me to allow her to spend the night with her grandparents instead. The nerve of that little girl… Am I really that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bachelor grand uncle who took care of my late grandmother when she was alive has passed on a day before Mika’s birthday. The next day, on baby’s birthday, hubby’s grandmother passed away. It was truly a long and tiring week for me. I swear PLUS highway had made a nice little profit out of me having had traveled almost the entire stretch of the North South highway during that week alone. My prayers goes out to Tok Bah and Mak Tok. Al-Fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this incident relating to Chicken Pox during Mak Tok’s funeral which has shown me a whole new light on my SIL. Not a very flattering light though…but that’s another   story which I will write about when I’m more rational and not as furious with her as I am now.&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tune to my next update and hope all of my readers (if I still have any that is LOL) are well and in good health. Taking advantage of CNY, I’d like to wish all of you a year of happiness and prosperity.  Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-117327828635765015?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/117327828635765015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=117327828635765015' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/117327828635765015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/117327828635765015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-again.html' title='Back Again...'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-116603338666449892</id><published>2006-12-13T21:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:19:47.283+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthier Body, Here I Come...</title><content type='html'>Since my last post, I'm happy to say that my plans in owning a healthier and fitter body is well on the way and is off to a good start. I've been exercising consistently and have been very careful in watching what I eat with the exception of a couple of nights. In my defense, I had to attend a birthday party and it was a shame to let the food go to waste since my friend had painstakingly catered for the event. And the other night? Hey...my mom got a huge promotion at work and someone from work rewarded her with huge Miri prawns. It was superb and I'm not regretting it one tiny bit. (Yeah..yeah...tell that to my cholesterol level...hardy har har).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I began, I had weighed and measured myself so I'd be able to see my progress. I'm determine to lose 1kg a week (I checked, and apparently losing more than 1kg a week is deemed unhealthy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exercising vigourously for 30 minutes every single day, it suprises me that I do actually feel different. And although my arms, thighs and stomach muscles are aching like crazy (I'd rate the pain just a notch below labour pain) I actually feel 100 percent great! I feel so much more energetic. Before this, everytime I push the kids up the parking ramp at our place which is similar to a small hill, I'd be huffing and puffing like mad. Totally out of breath. The other day, both hubby and I was pushing the kids up the ramp while I was yakking away, by the time we reached the top I realized hubby was panting and completely out of breath (and looking a little faint I might add..haha!)and I didn't feel a thing. Whoa...I've more stamina. How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exactly a week after starting my new regime towards becoming a lean, mean fat burning machine, I had weighed and measured myself to see if there were any progress. Yahoo! I had lost 2 kg (a kg more than what is categorized as safe...but right now I don't care coz I'm absolutely elated over the weight loss), and a total of 22cm in my arms, thighs, hips and stomach region. Woohoo! Who's the man? I'm the man!!! It's nice to know that that all that hardwork did pay off. And when there's immediate result...hardwork doesn't seem so hard after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week, I've decided to take things a little slow cause like I mentioned, my goal is a kilo a week. Anyway, I think breastfeeding helps as well because without the overload of 'fuel' that I usually put into me, my body is working overtime burning the fat within my body. It's almost like I've a treadmill strap onto me or something. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being very realistic about this whole process and am determine to reach my desired weight by March. After that, I'll continue exercising in order to maintain that weight. Call it my New Year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till I'll be able to fit into a size 8...err, who am I kidding, I'm a tall girl so size 10 will do. Whatever it is, I'll just make sure I never become like those 6' size 0 giantess strutting all the major runways. What the heck is size 0 anyway? To me, size 0 simply means you don't exist. You're nothing but thin air. So I'll just settle for size 10 (or maybe 8...I wish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthier body, here I come! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-116603338666449892?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/116603338666449892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=116603338666449892' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/116603338666449892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/116603338666449892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2006/12/healthier-body-here-i-come.html' title='Healthier Body, Here I Come...'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-116542891656047312</id><published>2006-12-06T21:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:20:57.140+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Reformed Dieter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/477/1913/1600/93755/full_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/477/1913/320/880114/full_image.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally inspired. I've just finished reading AJ Rochester's Confession of a Reformed Dieter and am inspired to better myself, lose weight and lead a more healthy and active life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a true account on how she (AJ Rochester) had managed to lose 50kg from 109kg (it's like shedding Calista Flockhart from her body! LOL) and dropped 8 dress size by changing her style of living and make healthy choices. It's an honest revelation and charts her high and lows during her incredible journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly identified with her (except I don't weight 109kg and if I did would have commited suicide long ago. Heck, during my pregnancy, when my weight hit 75, I was already contemplating suicide. LOL. ) Now I know that I've made unhealthy choices in my life and the effects of my action would influence how my children lead their life later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really inspirational and I'd recommend all to read it. AJ Rochester has manage to keep her wits and humour while battling with her weight problem. Reading her book itself is a life changing experience. I'm starting on her other book "The Lazy Girl's Guide To Losing Weight and Keep Fit." And the best part? Immediately after I finish reading, I did squats and sit ups while watching TV. Yup, I exercised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determine to make better choices in my life towards a more healthier life. I'm going to shed off those pounds by doing it the healthy way and keep it off for good. And I'm starting immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I ade pasta today. Ooops...err, I change my mind. I'll just start tomorrow...err day after tomorrow. I have a feeling tommorrow is going to be another left-over meal day. Did I mention it's a huge pot? Hehehe. I promise I'll start day after tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-116542891656047312?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/116542891656047312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=116542891656047312' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/116542891656047312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/116542891656047312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2006/12/confessions-of-reformed-dieter.html' title='Confessions of a Reformed Dieter'/><author><name>Wannabe Supermom</name><email>lindamunshi@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05805701934773794514'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19345264.post-116525604576778744</id><published>2006-12-04T21:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:14:06.850+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah-Choo! Sniff! Sniff! Cough! Cough!</title><content type='html'>During my absence from the Internet, the whole family fell ill. It started with the kids. Initially Sarah had the cough and Mika had the flu. Then I caught it and lucky me had both cough, flu and fever. I was in bed for like 3 days. I couldn't get up. It was pure torchure to bath the kids and prepare their meals while my whole body is aching and screaming, my throat feels like it's on fire and a stream of mucus continuously flows out of my nostrils. I had no choice but to turn to the ever dependable Pizza Hut. The delivery man and me are quite the chum now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for 3 days, the kids had nothing but Pizza Hut. Pizza for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Even baby Mika although I don't see him complaining. In the duration of me falling sick, I think I've ordered everything within their Supreme range. I wanted to try that 4 flavour thingy but on the other hand...peanut sauce on a pizza? I'm not that sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby had a lucky break because he wasn't around to take over my duties. So sickly moi, single handedly had to take care of 2 kids and nurse myself back to health. Due to breastfeeding, the doctor didn't prescribe antibiotics so my road to recovery was much slower than I would like. The doctor asked if I wanted an MC. I said yeah and could you write it out to my kids and my husband? And they dare say it's easy being a stay at home mom. Try being a stay at home mom with no maid, no husband and parents whom are still working and can't help out. After that ordeal, I'd better inform hubby that I'm seriously underpaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was recovering, hubby came home and then he fell sick. Although not fully recovered but considering that I was still in better shape than he was, my sense of duty and loyalty had me waiting on him hand and foot in nursing him back to health. (Why is it men can be such babies when their ill?) I even made myself wake myself in the middle f the night to make sure he takes his medicine and check his temperature. At one point I almost strangled him because he was actually fighting me off, refusing to take the pills and wanted to just continue sleeping. Hello??? You're 36 for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 days, hubby was better and the next day he was off to work for 2 weeks. The morning that he went off, I woke up to discover 2 feverish kids in my hands. There goes my sleep. It's no joke running about sponging the kids down, medicating them, constantly checking their temperature, comforting and soothing them, cooking and cleaning and not to forget reconfiguring my computer and trying to crack my old password. It's a wonder how I still manage to remain sane. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 10 days later, the kids are looking better, hubby's still not back and I've got a new problem in my hand. Baby hasn't been sleeping well for the past 2 nights. He keeps waking up screaming (in oppose to whimpering throughout the night when he had the fever) and thrashing about. He seems to be in a constant bad mood and lo and behold, I've discover another tooth coming out. No wonder he's been throwing such a tantrum and has been fighting off food. Now I must cope with a teething child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I look like a raccoon, have 2 enormous Louis Vuitton under my eyes and am about to declare myself bankrupt judging by the amount of sleep debt that I owe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...another 4 more days to go till hubby returns and I get to dump the kids on him. Gosh, isn't motherhood a ball?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19345264-116525604576778744?l=lindamunshi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/feeds/116525604576778744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19345264&amp;postID=116525604576778744' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/116525604576778744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19345264/posts/default/116525604576778744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindamunshi.blogspot.com/2006/12/ah-choo-sniff-sniff-cough-cough.html' title='Ah-Choo! Sniff! Sniff! Cough! 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