Men & Their Sweet, Young Things.

Hubby came home from flight the other day. Told me a 27 year old stewardess was hitting on his divorced 40 something Captain throughout the flight. (Ye ke? Just the captain? Hmmm) Anyway, hubby encouraged the captain to go for it, however he declined, citing that she was an old maid, too old for his liking. WHAT??? Old? In comparison to what? A 12 year old? Is this man some kind of paedophile? Euuuwww.

How old ought a woman be to be considered too old? I'd always thought that if you were 35 and above and still unmarried, then you may be considered an old maid. Apparently, these days, men are drawing the lines at 26 (at least the man within my circle that is). Every unmarried or recently divorced men that I've known so far are chasing the likes of women ranging from the age of 18 (which I personally think is barely legal)to 22 year olds. If you're 23 and haven't manage to snag these men, just consider that you've missed the boat.

No wonder successful 30 year old women can't find a mate these days. Equally successful men are all chasing the likes of 19 year olds. So they're left with a wide selection of unsuccessful younger men who needs to be taken care of. And appallingly, they settle for these rejects because I guess they feel that the companionship is better than being with nothing.

Hubby's divorced late 30 year old pal (lets just call him Mr. X)is scheduled to wed a 22 year old sweet, young thing end of this month. Mr. X is actually going to the end of the earth and to the moon and back to meet all of her demands. He is throwing her a combined lavish wedding ceremony(her sister is sharing the reception with her) all at his expense. Her parents aren't forking out a single cent. A diamond wedding ring as big as my daughter's eyeball. An RM800k house in her name. A 2 weeks honeymoon in some unpronounceable, exotic, remote island. And god knows what else. Hello? Wake Up and smell the coffee. Gold Digger Alert.

The thing is, why do these men put up with these sweet, young things? It is a well known fact that women within this age range are the ultimate drama queens. Yet, these men are willing to put up with their craps Why? Because these wee ones have breasts that defies gravity? Nope. Let me tell you why these sort of men won't go after older women. Because they're afraid that these older women would immediately smell out the miserable piece of shit of a man (pardon my french) that he really is inside, that's why. Enuff said.

About Flight Attendants & Toilet Cleaners

Went blog hopping and stumbled across Afdlin's Shauki's (the actor, comedian, director, producer and now writer) blog. I hate to appear as a star struck fan, because I'm not but man, can this guy write. Really enjoyed reading it. I'll definitely bookmark it.

Anyway just to bring up a matter which concerns him that I feel is close to my heart. The issue of MAFAA (Malaysia Airlines Flight Attendant Association) demanding him to apologize and retract the whole 'toilet cleaner' line contained in a scene of his latest movie.

Gosh, it's things like this that makes me ashamed to reveal that I was once a flight stewardess and proud of it too. I can't believe that this group of people who are supposedly 'worldly wise' are actually a bunch of uptight ninny's who can't laugh at themselves. I marvel on how they won best cabin crew when these people apparently don't have any sense of humor. Their so called winning smiles are probably of the wind up variety.

I read in NST that the MAFAA claims that they don't clean toilets because they have ground people to do it (talk about arrogance), they merely and I quote 'freshen up the toilets whenever a passenger have little accidents'. Duh. Same thinglah dorks. You just said "we clean toilets" in a more fancier way.

Seriously, just because you are able to utter a couple of English words and spent two weeks training on safety equiptments and how to evacuate an aircraft and a couple more days on how to perform CPR and first aids doesn't make you at par with other professionals. And let this be told, every year when these self declared professionals come in for their refresher course examination...more than half cheat through it.

I remember my first flight to London. A group of us went to dine at Malaysian Hall. A student there who had mistaken us for fellow students came up and asked to sit with us only to be told by a senior stewardess clad from head to toe in Versace (I thought she looked a bit tacky but since I was the most junior didn't dare to say a word) "I'm sorry we are all cabin crews, who are you to sit with us?" and laughed hysterically at her so called wittiness. I've never felt more embarrassed in my life, and that incident taught me a lot about the people of my profession. If your shallow and superficial, you stand a chance of lasting in this profession.

If I was asked what I missed most about flying, I'd say the people I meet on board. Not the people I work with but those flying as passengers. The Chinese Australian man with his sick mother, the deep sea photographer, the 'ham sap' hilarious datuk, the arrogant sheikh, the famous artist, the nervous first time flyer medic student, the old kampung folks on their way to perform umrah, the Indian workers whom seem so eager to go home to their loved ones, the royalties, the VIPs, it would be justified to say just about all sorts of people. The people that I have served all those years probably don't realize it but they have taught me a lot about humanity. That is what I missed most about flying, learning about people from all walks of life. Getting to be at exotic destinations is also another perk, hehehe.

Well, if I was given a chance to fly again, I'd definitely decline. I've seen everything there is to be seen. It's not for me anymore. That part of my life is definitely over. What I want to see is watching my children grow. Nothing can beat that thrill.

Little Naughty Sarah

I don't know if it's due to the presence of a competitor or it's just children at that age but lately I've been seing two sides to Sarah, one is Precious Princess and the other is Little Naughty Sarah. When I stayed over at my mom's for the last 3 weeks, I found that no one could keep up with my little 3 year old. I think after breaking countless of porcelain figurines, cds, cracking a glass table top and one chair belonging to the dining table not forgetting destroying one good bobbi brown bronzer, brushes, applicators and a couple of lipsticks, I swear I heard the sigh of relief from my mom's household as we were leaving for home.

Little Naughty Sarah is full of mischief. She'd wake the baby from his sleep, pinch the baby's ears, mess up the playroom, thrash the bedroom, scare the life out of me by climbing and jumping off the cabinets and couch's hand rest, destroying all my treasured books, drowning my plants with water, scribbling on the walls, taking everything out of the fridge like margerines and eggs and putting her toys instead and the list goes on and on and on. I think my lungs has expended due to all the screaming that I've done lately.

However, when I fly into a rage over her antics, she knows to quickly behave otherwise a spanking might come her way. It's when daddy's around that gets to me, she knows with daddy around, she can get away with murder. Aaargh, I hate it that hubby undermines me. He thinks I'm too fierce but doesn't he realize that I'm the one who is with her 24/7? That is one mischievious child I have there. Certainly doesn't take after me...I was an angel when I was little so it must be him. He too was a first child too so it's definitely him.

But then when hubby cannot tahan anymore with her behavior, he screams for me and then I come along, scold my little girl, she starts bawling, comes in hubby to console her. I end up looking like the bad guy yet again.

When I think Sarah isn't so fond of me anymore due to her perpetually getting scoldings and spanking from me, something happens like she falls or gets a cut and who does she call for under these circumstances? Me. Her mommy. And all's well again between us. Here I have my precious princess, my sweet baby girl in my arms that is till little naughty Sarah decides to emerge again. It's a vicious cycle. Haha!

Perhaps it is the mother daughter thing. When I was younger, I couldn't stand my mom. Both of us had this tendency of annoying each other. Today, I wouldn't know what I'd do without my mom. I'm just waiting for Sarah to outgrow this particular phase of hers. If this is what it's like during her terrible toddler stage. I dread for what is in store for me when she goes thru her adolescent stage.

Mika

Despite the permanent frown etched on his face, I find my baby boy absolutely beautiful. He may be slightly colicky, okay, who am I kidding, A LOT colicky, he is just simply irresistable. All I want to do is stare at his face for hours or just hold him in my arms all the time (which isn't such a good idea, due to his weight, I'm already suffering from serious backache). Did I feel this way about Sarah?

It's really weird, don't get me wrong I'm crazy about Sarah especially when she makes me laugh. But, I'm heads over heels about my boy. I love them both equally, yet the feeling for each child is different. Hmm, I really don't know how to explain it so I guess one has to be in my shoes to have the faintest idea of what I mean.

Although he sleeps a lot, the poor boy is suffering from colic. Anyway, with a baby this adorable, I have a feeling that my plans to return back to the workforce will once again be postponed or worse, thrown down the drain. How can I leave him? I could always express milk, but it would never be the same as direct feeding him. I've seen all the benefit of breastfeeding with Sarah and I think its unfair if I deprive my son from the goodness that his sister has had. Seems its SAHM for me all the way now.


Mika hardly smiles, but when he does, it is truly precious. Everyone keeps complaining that my son is one sour puss but when I'm alone with him, he does smile and coos and gurgles at me. I melt when he does this.One morning he woke for a nappy change and his 'fix'. After both were done, I was tired and wanted to go back to sleep when all of a sudden he started trying to communicate with me. It was really a endearing moment, so although I was exhausted, I gathered all my strength just to play coo and gurgle with him at 5am. So, so cute. Him I mean, not me. Nothing cute about an almost comatose looking woman.

Sarah rolled over when she was 2 and a half month and during her attempts she would always cry in frustration. Mika seems to be trying, but getting no where and looks like he couldn't be bothered by it either. Hehe...my son's one cool dude. Either that, or he is saving all his crying fits for his colicky periods. Sigh...they say colic will dissappear at 3 or 4 month. I can't wait for that to happen. The lack of sleep has started making turn to food instead, I guess since I 'm not getting sufficient amount of sleep, I'm relying on sugar to keep me going. Feels like I'm gaining the weight I've lost during confinement which would mean I'm back to square one. Haiyaa...that's RM1700 down the drains. Hired expensive confinement lady for nothing.

Anyway, I can't believe he's already 2 month old. Seems like it was only yesterday that he was travelling down my birth canals. *Ouch* Haha!

Home Sweet Home

I'm back from sabbatical. I was heading towards looney ville when my momma the hero sensed my distress and ordered me to finish off my confinement at her place which was what I should've done in the first place. Yup, I was one of those unfortunate people whom had to endure post natal blues or whatever it is that they call it. Hubby snapped at me one time and combining that with exhaustion, a colicky baby, a mischievious daughter, a messy house, a sore nipple, milk blisters and block milk ducts ignited a major crying fit that lasted one and a half day thus, my being banished to my mom's place where I spent 3 blissful weeks.

3 weeks was good come to think of it. My mom was actually retraining and preparing me on how to manage my days with two kids. Started out with her doing everything and towards the end, I find myself single handedly able to bath the kids, help my mom with the chores and brush up on my culinary skills.

Now that I'm back, everything seems to be so far so good. I'm a bit tired cleaning a house which was left unattended to for 3 whole weeks and basically establish my new household routine while doing hubby's massive laundry . The poor dear doesn't even have a single piece of boxer left and had no choice but to where a sarong. He looked like some character out of Lat's Kampung Boy cartoon haha! Thank goodness for my beloved dryer which I've missed the most, wash and dry clothes in a jiffy!

Despite the tiredness and multi tasking of chores and duties (not to mention the scary task of opening and reading my 200 emails which I'm yet to do), I must say that it's good to finally be home.

Frustrations of An Overwhelmed Mom

I'm at my wits end. Thought that being a mother the second time around would be a breeze, boy...was I ever wrong.

I just can't figure out how women with truck loads of kids manage to juggle this whole motherhood thing. And to know that many are progressing just fine fuels my inadequacy.

Sarah is being quite the handful. One minute I feel like picking her up and slapping her around, the next minute I feel like embracing her in my arms and smother her with kisses. How in the world do I make her understand that I'm still as crazy about her as before? How do I make it known to her that now she has a little brother who will add more love to our little family? How do I make her see that she has nothing to feel insecure about? How do I make her stop misbehaving? How do I make her cooperate?

My heart breaks when I see Sarah smothering her little baby brother with kisses just to get my attention. She thinks if she loves her brother than perhaps she will be loved too. Doesn't she realize that she is loved, regardless?

I guess Sarah does feel that tinge (Tinge??? Who are we kidding? It's more like immense here) of jealousy. I feel that Sarah doesn't dare to show directly what's bothering her and due to that she retaliates in other ways. She misbehaves and makes everything difficult for everyone. She screams, she stomps, she hits, she wails, she refuses for just about everything to everyone except towards little baby. And to think Sarah used to be the sweetest natured child ever now she is acting up like some sort of devil child (god forbid) pushing everyone's buttons and testing our patience.

I'm tired, sleep deprived, lethargic, fatigue, you name it, I got it. And having to squeeze in handling a difficult child, cooking, cleaning and breastfeeding all in the same time AND when my body hasn't even recovered fully from the traumatic ordeal of childbirth, I swear I'm going bonkers.

I have this tremendous urge to strangle someone and the person I have in mind right now is my dear mother in law for not having the foresight to teach her son to be more domesticated. Yup, my man is so unreliable he doesn't even know how to sweep! Aaaaaargggh!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally...

It's been awhile and I'm pleased to say that yes, I have finally given birth. Now a brief on the whole experience.

My stomach felt really funny throughout the entire weekend but that didn't deter me from climbing up and down 7 stories worth of staircase instead of using the elevator.

Went to see the doc for my check up on the morning of Feb, 27th. Surprise, surprise! I was already 3cm dilated and there was already a show. The doc could touch the baby's head coz he was already engaged deep down. Thrilled when the doc took the decision out of our hands and scheduled me to be induced the next morning. She said, looking back at my labour history, if we waited, chances are I'd end up giving birth in the car. She told me to go back and eat to my heart's content. Went to lepak at a friend's house and look at a couple of showhouses instead. They say walking makes the whole birth process much easier. Didn't have much of an appetite anyway considering what's install for me the next morning.

Slept at my mom's so I could spend one last night just Sarah and me. Hubby overslept and woke up at 6.15am. Arrived at my mom's at 6.40am. (Hmmm, I doubt he took his bath although he said he did.) After kissing my still sleeping daughter goodbye I went for breakfast nearby. I had mihun and nasi lemak (never knew that shop serves superb breakfast...guess becoz I never had a reason to wake up so early anyway.) Puked it out 5 minutes later...probably due to nerves.

7.05am. Reached the hospital. The nurses checked me and I was already 4cm dilated.

8am. The doc arrived and broke my waterbag. She then started the whole induction thingy. I then braced myself for the pain that was to engulf me later. Went thru my mental preparations on breathing techniques and all the prayers that I could muster. Asked Hubby for his forgiveness and his prayers.

9.30am. I was already 6cm dilated. The pain was coming in strong. To keep my mind off the pain, attempted at a conversation with Hubby. Heard the nurses saying it was a full house so I asked Hubby if there was any room available. He told me there wasn't, however there was one room available but he didn't know if I'd be interested. Asked him what room was that? He said the morgue. That was the end of any attempt to speak to hubby.

10am. Where the hell are my drugs?!!! I've told the doc that although I refuse epidural, I want pethidine and the ethonox gas. Hubby asked the nurse about my request and she replied, "Oh! She didn't recieve any instructions from the doc" Liar! The doc told her after she finished inducing me. I heard her. Anyway, the nurse said at the rate of my progress, it was too late anyway for pethidine because if she administered it to me now, I'd only feel the effect after I'm done giving birth. So I've no choice but to settle for just the laughing gas. The gas didn't relieve the pain but it did get me really stoned. The feel good stoned feeling I felt was alternated witht he pain of contractions. Kept muttering "contraction is ur friend" under my breath like a mantra. Well, if contractions are truly my friend, that is one friendship I'm determined to severe.

10.15am. I was about to blow. The doc came in and asked what I was on. Hubby told her that I was only on the gas, the nurses forgot about my pethidine...she exclaimed "Wow Linda. You're doing better than I expected" Yeah right. The doc then told hubby to switch off the TV and help me with the gas. Hubby was on the phone. I screamed at him to get off the damn phone before I get up and crush his precious PDA phone into a million pieces. Hubby complied.

10.38am. Baby Mika emerged weighing a hefty 3.46kg and measuring 52cm in length. The unreliable nurse said out loud, "Oh! No wonder u were in so much pain, you've got a big baby there" Duh??? You think?

I fell heads over heels in love with my precious boy the moment I laid eyes on him. He has my nose, no mistaking about that although the rest of him kinda looks like hubby. My son has the proud Mohammed nose and that's enough for me. Hahaha. I have a feeling, my boy will be tall and well built, just like his late Tok Bak.

My baby Mika has arrived.