DIA DAH START MAIN GAME DAH....

Laki aku ni dah start main game balik dah..adoyai...ingat dah jadi bapak, slow dah pasal game2 nih..(walaupun aku teringin nak belasah rockband/guitar hero) tapi apakan daya, nak pegi mandi/kencing dan tut..tut..tut.. pun tak sempat, apatah lagi nak main game.

Game God Of War III akhirnya sampai jugak ke tangan dia, kat UAE kena ban pasal tajuk dia "GOD", game dia bloody gilaaa! Sib baik ada kawan belikan kat Germany..kalau tak tak merasa la..



Masa aku layan God Of War I and II pun dah seram bulu roma tgk aksi2 Kratos bunuh Zeus and other gods...ini yang ketiga, grafik punyalah lawa...fuhh!!!

Tapi tanggungjawab sebagai mak kenalah didulukan....apakan daya.

Walaupun dia asyik main game, tapi kalau aku suruh dia pi basuh botol ka, atau angkat bila anak nangis ka, nasib baik dia nak buat...ekk tak, ukkk tak...berani dia ekk atau ukkk...silap2 aku buang game tu (mcm berani)

Lagi satu, sejak akhir2 ni, aku macam slur..like I couldn't find the correct words to say...whether in English or Malay, gagap aku datang balik, dulu nak kata nervous kat tempat kerja ok la, can be accepted...but now...I find it hard to communicate. Maybe tired kot, tak cukup rest. Kalau dulu boleh tido sampai 10jam, skang dapat 4 jam straight pun dah kira yahoo! although most nights 2 hours stretch is all i get, if i'm lucky..so during the day..and night dah macam zombie..zombie kampung pisang pun tak macam ni...

Like Human Again...NOT!

Gosh..today I feel like human again...despite sleep-deprived, I managed to call a lady to fix me. Thank you Nancy! What I mean..she fixed my eyebrows, threading and waxing (all the place necessary *wink*) Once finished, I feel my mood lifted...now, where's that skirt? hehehe and where's the friends...lets party!

Next step: HAIR. What need to be done? Chopped it off once again, and color too...since grey hairs started showing up (age is catching up..darn) The question is do I trust people in Dubai to do it? the thought of what disaster I may encounter gives me shiver. Should I go to Tony & Guy, a reputable salon but expensive...think they can do short hair? arrrghh!

and of course MANICURE & PEDICURE. my feet has become hard as stone, don't have time in the shower to scrub coz afraid he's gonna wake up and cry or flip over from his swing or attack by Jack or got kidnapped. Where are my nannies??

Nevermind...it's only been 2 1/2 months since life-changing happened...so I'd give it more time..tackle one thing at a time, trying to make me feel better..

I miss....

After became a mother...I miss...

• my friends back home
• my mom (no matter what happen, she's still my mom, and I only have one mom, without her I won't be in this world...once became a mother, i know the feeling myself, things that I took for granted..NO MORE)
  
• lepak lepak at OTWC with my gang
• manicure and pedicure (I don't have time!!!)
• my travel (I can travel freely when and where I want...not anymore)
• my granny (arwah)
• my aunt who raised me
• my job...NOT! (just the destinations) and the people I meet on board..not the company..puhhleease!
• 'tummyless' (well, this debatable..but I often think I did look good even though it has been a yo-yo effect since 2002)
• scuba diving...I wish I could do that soon...with my boys perhaps
• being young and restless!! If before I can party harder, sleep later, tip top body condition, now all that is left are wrinkles, sagging boobs, cellulite, stretch marks..you name it!

Hilang Kawan

Ni nak cerita sikit pasal seorang kawan, elok-elok jadi kawan sekarang dah tak jadi kawan, gara-gara mulut tak ada tapis. Masa block orang dari mukabuku, tak ingat long-term effect, pasal dua negara berbeza pendapat habis kawan-kawan satu rumpun Laut China Selatan diblock olehnya. Sekarang baru ada rasa ingin membela diri sendiri..dah terlambat kan?? terlanjur perahu boleh diundur, terlajak kata..buruk padahnya.
Pasal tarian apa tah nama di Discovery Channel untuk iklan Malaysia Truly Asia(dikatakan datang dari Bali) yang telah 'dicuri' oleh Malaysia and ada isu-isu antara dua negara ni...kita yang tak kena mengena dengan perbalahan dan perdebatan tu pun kena jugak..dikecam habis habisan. Habis, nasib la kalau kau datang Dubai tak ada orang nak pegi tengok kau. Walaupun anak kau begitu comel dan petah berkata-kata..hati orang yang kau sakiti tak dapat diubati dengan keinginan kau nak berjumpa.


Sehingga kawan-kawan yang berasal dari Singapura, dan Brunei juga menerima hukuman walhal mereka tidak terlibat langsung. Bukan itu sahaja..suami2 kita juga kena block?? gila ke hapa? Lu pikir sendiri la!!

Friend or Foe??

Breastfeeding and me...friend or foe?? From Day 1 till today, there's always something came between me and breastfeeding. Is it not meant for me to bf my child? Okay, friends say "don't give up, keep trying..." Which bit that I haven't try? Taking fenugreek pills-check! eating the revolting oatmeal porridge-check! drinking at least 3 liters of water-check! Eat healthily and a lot and high calories-check! drinking soymilk on top of that 3 liters of water-check! But why there's still a problem???? I don't understand... Okay, first few weeks, i got sore,cracked, infected nipples, so i can't fully bf...then I top up with formula and keep expressing milk, i barely get 20ml per session. Okay, don't give up....i keep doing the same and have my nipples healed, there are occasional breakdown because of the pain and stressing out about my milk supply. But it's okay...no pain no gain. I'd do anything for my baby.

7 weeks passed..thing are getting better...I can feel my milk come in (with slight tingling like pins and needles) so I'm much happier mom because I can fully bf him. So I omit all the formula feedings and stick to bf for 5 days..Guess what happens?? He LOST WEIGHT! Goddamnit!!! We found a tint of phosphate in his diaper 2 nights in a row after 3 days of solid bf...We got nervous so went to see his doc and and he suspect that my baby doesnt get enough milk from me, hence the weight loss. He ordered me to top up formula again..and we are back to square one...AGAIN!


Oh did I mention that he got acid reflux at the same time?? Worse after feeding, he would spitted up quite a lot of milk. I know it's normal for young babies to spits up milk, but his case is a lot worse. We would be drenched in sour milk while burping him and soon after...and he cries a lot because of the heartburn he's having. Poor guy can't tell he's in pain...so he just cries..and cries.. and arching his back and became rigid until the spasm goes away. Yet once again we went to see his doctor and we were prescribed Zantac for him. Same as Maalox or Gaviscon for adult for treating heartburn.

So now things are getting better, he seems calmer and more smiley..and amazing enough, despite discomfort, he still smiles and very charming and react very well to us. Those little smiles make me forget how tough it has been all this while. I'm trying to be the best mom I know how. If bf still against me...so be it...as long as he's growing well and healthy and happy, I'm much obliged already.. I'd put the guilt away(for not able to bf for longer)It's still better than nothing!

Welcome Ayden Mikael Bjӧrn

My bun finally done! Sorry for the long break, was pretty busy adapting to new life as a mother. On 30th August 2010, at 6.12 pm local time, a big healthy boy was born, we call him Ayden Mikael. Weighing 4.195kg, I was exhausted! Although we had to induce the labor since he decided to stay a bit longer in the oven, we were worried about his wellbeing. He already passed 40 weeks (10 months gestation), so few factors were considered high-risk if it's longer than 40 weeks, placenta might not able to provide enough oxygen, hence there might be fetal distress, he might passed stool in the womb (which he had), not good for his lungs as they may cause respiratory distress and infection...we don't want that, do we? And the weight of the baby.. the longer he stays the bigger he gets (bigger than 4.2kg??) the harder I gotta push him out.

Total time from induction until birth was 16 hours with actual active labor. That was hardwork. Then (minus the details) he made an entrance to this world. We are a proud parent.

Life after birth is completely different and totally an experience! I suffered from sore, cracked, infected nipples from day 3(after leaving hospital) and until now am still struggling with breastfeeding. I've seen 3 different Lactation Consultant for their expert advise and hopefully there's a light at the end of the tunnel. I've been supplementing formula while breastfeeding since I'm too stress out and my milk supply has not improve. No matter how I tried to relax, it's just impossible when I have this new being to care for. I am his universal provider, there's no way I could back off and give up.

I need to stay positive about it because our milk production is very well connected through our pituitary gland in the brain, and hormone releasing to provide for the child. It's all in the brain..

STOP ASKING!!

This is beyond annoying... I know I'm due anytime, but please.., for the love of God, stop asking me have I deliver already! If I deliver I would certainly tell you people. If I'm just keeping quiet, means I'm still carrying. I found this article on one of the website which is spot on!

http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/calendar/week38

--->"In case those weekly doctor’s visits aren’t enough, you can expect to have family members start calling to ask about the state of your girly bits.

From your mother-in-law to your grandma, every woman that you have ever met will call to ask “how you are feeling?”

Sure, they just want to see what’s going on…everyday.

The deal is that these women can get creative with the reasons they need to call. Have you seen that new cooking show? Do you need any more clothes for the baby? What’s the weather like where you are?

No matter what you do, no matter how much you threaten to never let “grandma” visit her first grandchild, these people will still call. It’s like they think they should get certain privileges when it comes to the state of your vagina.

Are you dilated? Has the baby dropped? Did she do an exam?

I don’t know why, but having to explain to my mom that yes, the midwife did put her hand down there and measured the opening in my cervix with her fingers wasn’t something I enjoyed doing.

I think that the worst part of the whole “waiting for baby” thing was the vagina talk. It’s like, how many ways can we discuss a vagina without actually saying “vagina?”

Personally, I think it is best to scare them with a little “TMI,” if you catch my drift.

“Well, after the doc fingered my cooch, we discussed my bloody mucous plug.” Any person that is interested after you use the phrase “fingered my cooch” deserves all the information you’re willing to give.<---

38 Weeks

..but who's counting anyway..according to my LMP (last menstrual period) I'm due in 11 days. Perhaps I miscalculate the date..he seems very cozy inside, squirming about these last weeks like normal. Old wives tale said if there's less movement, that means he might make an entrance soon. There's no changes in movement except last months' scare.






Since he likes it in there, I asked Kalle to take some pictures of my belly while I still can. So, here they are. Dare not put in FB or FP, because there's too many people can view my bare tummy, and as I mentioned earlier, this is MY experience, I can write about it in the blog, rather not attract too much attention on FB or FP.

Selfish People

I don't understand how people can be so selfish sometimes. They called themselves friends but never take the extra miles to be one! These people should be banish off this already complicated world. Is it bloody damn difficult to drive another kilometer? Rather than expect a near-full-term expectant woman to drive all the way down to where they are? Or even if not expecting, still... it's a two way street, I'm not complaining about the driving, I love driving. But for pete's sake...does it hurt to drive over once in a while? Does it hurt???

They just rather bail out if they have to drive further than we do to go somewhere or rather fix an appointment where its friggin' close to where they live rather than meet in the middle where we both have to drive similar distance.

The driving doesn't bother me, its just the bail out part. So if I really want to be their friend, I would have to do the extra miles, but how about them?? All I can say is that we are not worth the distance for them to drive/take taxi/take whatever friggin' transportation method to catch up with you?

Is it money matter? Fuel and toll? They earning more than me for godsake! I'm not even having a fixed salary every month to moan about money. If I think about money all the time, then I'd just have to stay home and not having friends to go out and have coffee with. I don't get these people's mentality. Really... Any input about this??

False Alarm

Phew! Last Sunday we had a scare, and I was in hospital for a night because of that. It's just because he didn't move one bit even after I kept poking him all around for 5 hours. As inexperience as we are, it's better to be safe than sorry, so Kalle took me to emergency room and it took them an hour before I get to see an ob/gyn. Maybe to them it's just normal, but to us, every second is an agony. I don't know what to expect, I don't know how should I feel, I have tightening all the time (no pain, though...-thank god) Nevertheless, it was enough to make both of us anxious. Kalle kept checking the desk asking when can we be attended to? He seems nervous too.

And after the 4th time asking the counter, they did a routine check, blood pressure, taking history etc. After another 20 minutes we were waiting in a room for the ob/gyn to appear (which she didn't) they decided to transfer me to maternity ward where they have this CTG machine to monitor fetal heart rate and contraction. Apparently I've been having contractions every five minutes (which is abnormal at 34 weeks). They did pelvic exam and told me that my cervix has not yet open (phew!) but it does became shorter, which means I might get into labor. So they admit me into the ward to be monitored overnight. With an I.V. drip, CTG strapped to my belly, two injections of corticosteroids over 12 hours period for fetal lung development (just in case he wants to make an early appearance) and two patches of drugs (tocolytic meds) to delay the contractions, I felt safe once I heard the heartbeat. Phewww!

During that day I was supposed to meet up with friends for lunch at Sari Rasa, an Indonesian restaurant.I've been thinking of that nasi padang for few days now. Lucky me they still went there and took away for me, and brought to hospital because the food sucks! big time (as always) So, Kalle had my hospital dinner and I had nasi padang...YUMMO!! Thanks dear for being by my side always. Love you so much! (although I asked him to sleep at home that night because of the A/C, we always fight at home because I'm always hot and he's always cold especially now).

Kemalasan melanda...

Aiyo...malasnyer nak masak nowadays...semalam order Johnny Rockets, the day before makan kat Mall of the Emirates, lunch veal shank risotto at Armani Cafe, tengok wayang citer Prince of Persia with Bee pastu dinner ngan Kalle still kat MOE, pi pekena nasik goreng kat Chop Chop. Sekali parking cost me Dhs100!! Motherf*&^er! for spending time around 7-8 jam dalam MOE kena bayar parking sampai that much..pala hoooo!

Ok, berbalik cerita masak memasak..Sungguh takdak mood nak masak. Last sekali masak was on Sunday...laksa penang kegemaranku. tahan sampai 3 hari dok dalam peti sejuk, hari2 breakfast melantak laksa...asalkan tak payah masak fresh hari hari.


Ingat hari ni nak buat Sloppy Joe, bleh letak dalam freezer tahan 2-3 bulan...sempat la, lepas beranak thaw saja pastu makan ngan roti ka, nasik ka...tapi dah malas pulak nak pi kedai beli mince meat..adoyai...awat la jadi lagu ni...panas membahang dah tak tau nak kata cemana dah, panas yang menggigit kata orang. Sampai 44 darjah Celsius kadang2..nak tunggu lepas matahari terbenam, tak berasap la dapur untuk tengahari, nak beli banyak2 sekali gus pulak takut cepat rosak, peti ais dah tak muat nak letak benda untuk seminggu.

Kekonon nak masak fresh la, meat/seafood kat kedai tu selalu day to day basis, depa pun dah defrosted dah, so nak kena masak hari yang sama...mampus la hari2 nak pegi beli bahan mentah. Laki ada boleh suruh jugak beli bahan mentah, tapi kurang pecaya apa yang dia bawak balik nanti. Setakat susu segar, roti, telur dan benda-benda senang ok la, kesian pulak, balik keja penat2, nak suruh pi beli barang dapur pulak...lepas tu salah pulak..serba tak kena lah..

So paling simple sekali ORDER saja..hang nak makan gajah apa pun, tekan nombor kat telefon pastu chot chet chot chet..makanan pun sampai. Kalau nak jimat duit tu, lupakan sajalah. Takkan nak order fast food.. order real food lah kan, sekali order Dhs 60-100 untuk 2 orang. Atau pun kalau nak jimat sangat, orderlah Indian food yang paling murah, sekeping roti canai Dhs 1, kuah kari or dhal Dhs 5, biryani Dhs 12..siap free delivery lagi. Sedap tak sedap belakang cerita, janji murah.

my wishlist

Despite baking my bun for another month or so, I have this urge on getting something for myself (well, I'd be the one who would use more than him..so it's consider mine).

Here they are:

I showed the price to Kalle the other day for the stand mixer and he almost faint..haha! Well, it's not indulging, it's kind of a necessity, right? Enjoying home-cooked food with this fantastic mixer and a cup of latte or cappucino in my own home with this state-of-the-art KRUPS coffee/espresso machine. Plus I won't have much time to spare going out for coffees and such soon.

How I wish my genie would hear me..muahahahah!

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nothing much to update, ordinary routine day in and day out with occasional get together with some friends over food. Last gathering was about two weeks ago at Ari's 6th birthday.

I am getting heavy that's for sure. Walking in malls had to be kept to a minimum due to backache. Things mothers-to-be gone through while baking her bun in her oven. To reminisce the journey I thought would be ok (if not too much hehe) to share it here.



at 28 weeks

World Cup Fever

Everyone I know (almost everyone) is struck by WC fever. Putting on FB status about who's winning or who's going to the next match or criticizing the opponent team and stuff. I get it, the WC means so much to them, I bet if I'm into football I'd probably be the same. But to go all out about the team you supporting just kinda lame, especially on FB. Yeah, yeah we get it...you like football..

I personally don't care very much about the matches and who's winning. As the matches are not that intriguing before they reach quarter final anyway. If so happen I come across a game, why not. Besides in this particular country to be able to watch football, one either have to pay extra to the telco provider to be able to get a special cable on the live games at home. How absurd! Or go to a bar or restaurant and pay a fortune to get a seat and drinks to watch football. It is socializing after all, one get to meet friends and cheer for their team.

But in this country, one are NOT ALLOWED to put up other country's flags in conjunction with WC to cheer or supporting them. No freedom at all. Welcome to this part of the world.

If I'm in KL for example, its a different story. We would just lepak at mamak and watching WC and order teh tarik and murtabak, sit there till the game ends. And we always order more coz we feel bad for their business. Not a couple of hundred dirhams to secure a seat over here. But for some clever people, streaming live over the net for free seems the good way to enjoy the fever. The quality not so bad, just a bit lagging now and then when it buffers, but thats about it.

SUKA HATI LA NAK MAKAN APA!

Haiseh! Last appointment with my Ob/Gyn, he said ..watch out what you eat..you gained 1kg/week where you suppose to gain only 500g/week. Sapa kira 500g anyway? And cut down on rice. What??? Cut down on rice????! My defense was I walked everyday, so i'm pretty mobile and not just sitting on the couch eating potatoes (hence the 'couch potato' syndrome) hehe.. So whats wrong with rice?! (i know the answer, just metaphorically)

Then he said well, up to you..do you want a big baby where you might get complications during birth? And as you getting 'heavier' it's harder to lose those pounds postnatally.. so your choice. Damn...he sure know how to make me feel awful :(

But then easy for him to say..he's so slim. Haiya...how la.. suddenly sedih giler when people doesn't let me do what I do best~Enjoying food! And Kalle doesn't really helping either. He tries to lose weight when my weight gain is inevitable. He'd say, look..I eat little rice..if I can do, it(control what i eat) you can too...buwaaaaaa!!! nak nangis!!

If it's up to me : Suka hati la nak makan apa pun..i'm hungry..i ought to eat, kan! the thing is, those salads look repulsing...no taste..I want meat, I want carbs, I want those greasy keropok and what not...and those curries..nasi goreng ikan bilis...and roti canai with kari ayam....how to ward off carbs?? hahahahaha

Help?

Today is

my sexy BFF's 31st birthday! Shame I couldn't go back to celebrate with her. I'm pretty 'heavy' at the moment :P
All I hope for her is to find happiness and have a blissful life, no more on and off relationship and quickly find THE ONE (or if he's the one, then get married and have kids..I want playdate for my kid..ngehehehee)

Jordan Trip 27 May - 31 May 2010

We have been planning to go holiday together with another couple since what..3-4 years ago, but there's always an obstacle that prevent us from doing so. Either my holiday wasn't approved on time, or Kalle had to be somewhere for work, or they already had another plan..nothing came our way.
This time since they are moving to Denmark after almost 7 years in the country, we are running out of time. So, to still fulfill what we've promised, we went to Jordan for 5 days. Sometimes you just take things for granted, didn't realize what you have and appreciate it until you know that you going to lose it. Human nature.

We rent a 4x4 once we arrived at Queen Alia International Airport, met by the car rental agent holding placard with our name written on it. Typical Arab thing, we got our car Chevy Trailblazer a.k.a Chevy Shitbox :P ~ and the A/C doesn't work. We drove straight to the north to a place called Jerash and start our adventure. It was hot! I could hardly walk at the Roman ruins. The boys continue and taking pictures while the girls just chill and waiting in an air-conditioned restaurant having cold drinks.

During the holiday we went to Dead Sea, Mount Nebo, Karak (where we got fleeced by a big fat bastard who bloody cheat on our meal..he was super friendly, talking non stop, doesn't have a menu, we obliged to go his restaurant anyway because he sort of vacate a parking so we can park our car at Karak Castle), and the highlight of the trip was Petra, the ancient city somewhat 2200 years ago. Still standing and it was amazing! Although I could only walk up to Qasr Al Bint where the rest of the gang climb up 800 steps to the Monastery(where they filmed Transformers 2). Another waiting day for me..so I ordered sweet mint tea while waiting (again). We spent the last day around Amman, nothing special. I was dead tired to walk anymore on that last day. Start feeling moody but try my best to be a team player. Afterall, it was our last day anyway.

See pictures here

Moving....NOT!

The anticipation has ended. We are staying. I don't know if it's a relieved or disappointed. Perhaps relieved because I don't really want to go back to Malaysia just yet. With the political instability and the society are not like what it used to be. It is still my homeland at the end, but what do I have there? NOTHING. I don't own a home. My family doesn't own a home. Where do I stay when I go back for holiday? Hotel. With family members on each others' life, I don't think I like the idea. Envy, greed, competition among society really doesn't appeal to me to be part of it.

Disappointed? Perhaps too..we've been living in this country for almost eight years now. A change would be good. Different scene, different people, different mentality. Something new would be good for the soul, I guess. With new addition to the family, we'd be three instead of two. And that's worth starting at new place as new family :)

Why we're staying? Well, my husband's offer has been denied. The first offer they gave him was moving to Malaysia with salary cut and less holiday, despite it was a promotion, but we decided to demand for at least the same package we get here. But apparently it is too much for them to grant it. Although he saw the same job position has been posted on online ads weeks before and they only came back to him two days ago.

Hence, we started buying baby stuff to welcome the newcomer who is so active in-utero, kicking and punching and jabbing as he gets bigger and less space to move around. Mommy and Daddy can't wait to see you. :D

Has It Been That Long???

Seriously?! Where's the time gone? Thought when I became the Lady of Leisure things will get organised, can manage all the pending things around...but...NOT! Flat is still messy (thank God I have Vijaya that come and help me clean once a week). I've cleared up only 1/3 of my closet to give to charity, 20 pairs of shoes I bought over the years which some of them never been worn (could be half a size smaller but look pretty, so I bought it nevertheless). I still have another suitcase of clothes to give away to relatives and friends..just doesn't have the right time to ship/bring to them.
I need to start doing the nursery (which still not done, not a single bit), I can't do this simple task now, imagine when the little one arrives...how am I going to do things I should do?? Aiyooo...fenin...fenin...

I stopped playing all those crappy games on FB, thankfully, so I don't waste time harvesting or cooking or looking after fish, so on and so forth...but the time doesn't seem to linger around anymore..

Everyday I have a quest on things to do...mostly half of them accomplished..terrible isn't it? Hence I didn't update the blog... because I just couldn't find the time sitting still in front of my mac for more than 20 minutes.

Laters alligators!

Anticipation

It's a boy! We had our 5th month anatomy scan three days ago with Dr. Ulrich at Welcare Hospital, he seems nicer that day but still very much in his own world and very German. And then he ask if we know the gender, we said no, and we want to know of course at least now we know what color to buy for the little one. He said it's a boy, normally they won't commit 100% about the gender because they scared that the parents going to sue them because despite what they told, one can't be so sure until delivery day. But he seems really sure and he even print out zoomed sonogram picture as a proof.

There we have it, it's a boy...now at 23 weeks, kicking like mad. Mommy and daddy are waiting for your arrival, son.

Feeling Great Today :D

I just bought this Prenatal DVD from Virgin Megastore few months ago, dragging to do any sort of exercise with my growing belly. Until recently the uncomfortability kicks in, back ache (from looooong time ago) some cramps and joint pain especially the knees (two knee surgeries really taken the toll that now I keep expanding up down left and right). Really not good. I walked regularly in this heat (mostly in the mall, where there's A/C) but the pain doesn't get any better. Can't take my meds for the pain since it's not allowed by my ob/gyn :( So I turned to yoga. I'm not in a position to join local yoga classes, so I got this DVD and could practice in my own comfort home. And I don't have to look good just because I need to get out from the flat, it can be done merely just after I woke up in my pj's , switch on the screen and popped in the DVD. It seems impossible at first, but there are modifications at the stances depends on which trimesters are you in, which is perfect! So, after almost an hour beginner's stances, I felt lifted, light and flexible. I could really feel the effects and doing house chores without discomfort. This is my lifesaver! Totally recommends to anyone. Any kind of yoga-esque moves, really would do you good.

I am embarrassed that friends keep telling me to join them in yoga class, but I choose not to because I could do more strenous exercise before (...and still couldn't lose weight because I just love to eat..) And I found that people who do yoga having a shorter leg and longer body, which kind of ugly (katik, in my language...ehheehhe) due to the stretching of the upper body more than the lower part. But now since my movement is limited (although I sometimes forget) this is good for me. Very relaxing indeed.

Today so far been a good day. Besides I stopped playing those stupid games on Facebook. Games that doesn't gets you anywhere and just a waste of time. I can't believe I was addicted to those before. I think I probably still would if I keep opening the farms, the restaurants and the cafes and accepting those free gifts from the neighbours. I honestly don't have many spare time to just sit and play. (even if I do, I'd normally spend time in the kitchen trying out new and old recipes and eat) haha! more productive, isn't it? Or pick up a book and read and surfing internet looking for infos and watch movie or listen to music. Which are far more fulfilling, in my opinion.

FRIGGIN' KABAYAN!

Wtf?! You think its only your nationality lives in this country? Why do you always ASSUME that other people who have similar color skin,hair and eyes are from the Philippines??? Why do you always start speaking with them in your language and ASSUME they'd understand? Why do you always have to ask where are they from? Who are you to know where I am from? SO what, if you are from the same country? You'd give me money? You'd give me food? For being the same nationality? Although when I speak do I have your friggin' accent???

Can ANY Filipino explain this to me? What is the BIG of a deal that you must know where I am from??? Can't you just be quiet and do my nails or give me my order without asking or start talking in your language at me? There are other nationalities lives in this country too..did I go and ask where they are from? NO! That's just plain rude! You don't know me, I don't know you, who the F you think you can just start a small talk by asking what's people nationality?

That...the above rants are the only reason I am so bebulu with these people. Oh..oh..and when you said "No, I'm from Malaysia" they would replied; "Ahh...I thought you from Philippine, you look like Filipino"... Do I care???? Do you have to give that statement?? What do you think that make ME feel??? Sorry because I'm not from Philippine??? WTF! Just do your job and leave me alone.

I have permed my hair, put on tons of make up so you don't simply come up to me and ask where I am from...yes, the curly hair helps, not much of the make up.

I have done some reading from here and found out they are descendant from MY people, the MALAY people. But do I go and ask them hey, you from Malaysia? Are you Malay? NO! Why DO YOU then???

LEATHER ANNIVERSARY

Who could imagine Kalle can be this romantic :P

My dear Lord..already three years I've been married???? Feels like yesterday. There's so many ups and downs you don't want to know..I'm going to tell anyway..haha! suck on that! We been together for 7 years 4 months 1 week and 3 days. The roller coaster ride we been through can be daunting sometimes, feelings are we going to be together till the end, are we going to change at some point, are we still going to love each other, are we going to be fighting over picking up socks all over the floor every time it happens, or are we just going to accept things doesn't always happen the way we hoped it would be and adjust ourselves to suit the other.
And always talk about what's bothering us (I learned this when I met Kalle, coz I'm the one kind that doesn't like to keep nagging or say it out loud how I feel about something and hoped it would go away) Wrong. You have to acknowledge that we can't read minds..(although, some people they are proactive hence no need to tell what to do..and anticipate each others' need).They are the exceptions, but most of us, we have to verbally communicate to achieve what we want.
Weird enough, he likes it when I nag ( I know right...too good to be true??) Having a fish memory he said, he rather me kept telling him. I don't like that in the beginning, but he really doesn't seem to mind at all. Although I did remind him that he'd like it now..but what about the next 20 years along the path, would he still like a nagging wife??

I'm not perfect either..none of us is but we are just perfect for each other. I couldn't have ask for anyone better than him to be by my side on my death bed as my husband and best friend even though sometimes I feel like smacking him at the back of his head for something he did that make me angry or sad.

Here we are, today, uttering the word I love you everyday and hugs and kisses and laughter and tears that come along the way, we are going strong.

I'm Gonna Miss You

As of today, I no longer own my sweet little Jazzy. The one that goes through thick and thin, near and far..never breakdown..She only got hit once by a stupid man on the road, it was never her fault. My first car ever in my name...huhu..touching nyer! I had to give her up in preparation on moving to KL. (or maybe getting a replacement if we're not) hehehe... Full tank only cost me AED45 and very savvy car. Cheap maintenance, I never need to change any spare part, thank God! Bought in 2003 @ AED30k, she has served me 7 years and sold for AED12k, the most value for money anyone can ever get. I need the money to buy baby stuff..the buggy itself cost AED5k plus. There's cheaper ones of course, but hey..my baby deserves the best (better life than what I have been through and I'd ever gonna get)!

Here..in memoriam of my Jazzy. Hope whoever get to drive you takes care of you like I did if not better..

Where Is The Time Gone??

Ghee..seriously! Has it been 5 weeks since my last entry? Gosh..what have I done with my time?! aaaahh...maybe it's Eric..muahahahaa! I'm on the last book now. What would I start when I'm done with it... There's few things happened during last few weeks (5 weeks actually) but rather than saying it on a daily basis, I like to cramp it altogether...hehe..save time hohoho!

Hmm..last week I went back to KL for about a week to catch up with my girlies, it was school holiday so we took a road trip to Penang. For what??? MAKAN laaaa!! me and makan, cannot be separated.. 4 hours drive, who cares. By the time we got there,most of the stalls already closed, left few stalls enough to have Penang assam laksa, rojak buah(mixed fruit salad with spicy sauce), penang char kuay teow, and pasembor..all the necessities when one arrived to Penang. The next day, the makan makan continues...until I can hardly breathe..topped up with pulut cendol...walauweiiii....to die for, i tell you!

what else..what else...pregnancy wise, so far so good...I don't talk about it, because as I said earlier in one of my entry, I'm not going to be like a chicken clucking away every single thing that happens to my tummy..here's the progress:I've gained weight, I eat what I like (trying to be healthy, for post-delivery sake) and since I have no morning sickness (or afternoon, evening and night for that matter), whatever I put in my mouth (no pun intended) stays there...kih kih kih..how lucky! not so lucky for the body, though..who cares..I'm allowed this time ;) Everytime I go to see my OB-GYN (he's Maltese...handsome I tell ya!) he'd scan me.

I have 5 scan already and I'm only week 19! In way it's very nice because I got to see him/her everytime. Him/her is really funny, jumping up and down, doing somersault and twitching when I see on the monitor. Here's a piece of him/her at 3 months 6 days (12 weeks 6 days).

Latest news: Kalle's job offer came back! *sigh* just when I was relieved that we are not going to move back to KL, this thing popped up again! They counter offer him this time. Saying that he could have the same package he get here in Dubai, with more holiday, plus a yearly ticket to Finland for the family and same insurance policy. His HR needs to get their CEO approval for the latest offer they gave. Hopefully by end of this week. Seems hard to resist, I think. He just want me to be happy, that is all..awwww..isn't that sweet. If its up to me, I'd say let's move to Europe! No family interfering, nice weather (4 seasons for a change).

I guess we both have similar feeling when it comes to moving back to our home country. I've been in Malaysia all my life, would be nice to be somewhere else, same for him too..he's been in Finland all his life and he wants a change too. We've been living in the sand pit (Dubai) for almost 8 years now, I think it's time to move on...Besides no one really come and visit us here, except once for my mom and sister and his mom/sister/aunt/dad came here few times.

So this whole week I'd be looking for a place to rent in KL, and start asking the agents in KL. I didn't tell my BFF yet because we wouldn't know until next few days (or God knows when) if this time it is really going to happen. Maybe I should, she'd read this anyway...ngeeeheeeehee.. Looking for a place in KL is a fucking nightmare! His office is in city centre (Bukit Bintang) ...where the hell should we live? There's traffic jam always! And he'd like to come home faster since we are having this lil' one. This really give me headache!! Damn it!!

And I'm looking for buyer for my cute Honda Jazz too. Need to start selling the cars (at least Jazz and Jeep for time being), even if we stay, we don't need three cars..maybe just get one more car instead :P so, busy week ahead...haiyaaa..

Ermmm...that's it that I could remember (It's hard being pregnant..the forgetfulness is unavoidable :p)

New Addiction

is Eric..Ohhh..aaahhhh...he's sooo handsome or more accurately beautiful..his golden hair, cool muscular body, tall and lean, and his naughty charm will swept you away...AND NO! its not Edward Cullen. Gotcha! Edward was just a pathetic little coward vampire. This is waaaaay 'adult'. He's Eric Northman, owner of a vampire club in Shreveport, Louisiana. I'm addicted to him! LOL!

This novel series I can't say better than Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Saga however it has more mature content and things that happen are not only involving Sookie Stackhouse and Bill Compton (like how Edward and Bella in Twilight Saga) but also involving other people and things that could happen to anyone, anytime. The way Charlaine Harris potray the stories keep me wanting for more.

They also made a TV series (2 season so far) on HBO created by Alan Ball ( also created Six Feet Under) called TrueBlood. It's actually better than the novels but then I don't really like the Southern accent in the tv series, so the book suits me better.

And Bill...I used to like him in the first 2 books, but then he's getting on my nerve and when he decided to left Sookie to go to Peru, I lost interest in him..but of course things happen for a reason..isn't it always is in real life too??

Although reading this at night (when Kalle either snoring away or if I'm home alone) can do damage to my brain like for example, I'm taking shower and I thought I hear some body at the door or someone has entered my flat...and hide in the second bedroom..things like that...I'm quite happy I live in a single story flat..if not, I have to sweep through and checking the the upper floor or lower floor, depending on where I am at that moment to ensure it's cleared...So much for not watching horror movies, but since there's Eric, I can live with a little bit of thrill...

FEAR

of having kids of my own... Yesterday a 5 year-old boy tells his mama to go to Auntie Sue's house so he can play Guitar Hero/Rockband with her. The time finally came..once he enter the door, he straight away come to me and say :" Auntie Sue, how do I turn this game on?" His mom, a friend and I were in the kitchen gossiping and munching away. Kalle was in the same room. For Godsake, help the poor child, instead he's busy with his computer and claimed later that the boy doesn't let him fix the game and wanted to do all by himself, so Kalle got tired of him and left to the computer room. (good parenting, huh??)

I've played with this boy a few times and yes he is VERY competitive and quite aggressive too. He have a blue or black belt in karate (not quite sure)..well..5 year old in karate class....food for thought: would you send your kids to a karate class at that age? (do you think they know how and when to use the self-defense move?) They might end up breaking things and throw a kick or two if things doesn't get in their way..well...who am I to judge...lantak laaa..bukan anak aku :P Then we decided to play all together, I took the guitar, his mama took the mic and he took the drum kit (my precious drum kit, that I bought in KL and carry in my suitcase to Dubai...handle with so ever care that no one WOULD TOUCH IT)..alas...hancusss...dapat kat budak sekor ni... from what I saw at his home..drum kit looks like its having its last breath..3 mics has been 'eaten' by his 14 months old little sister, guitar buttons that doesn't work anymore.. (i'm praying hard that my equipments does not have the same fate)

Yes, it's just a game equipment...tend to break sometime...but I HAVE NO KIDS and why would I let other people's kid break MY things...?? WHYYYYY? And what's with this you, me and her score??? We play in a band and it doesn't matter who gets the highest score, we are in a team...and he got really upset when his score was really low and saying "Not fair! Auntie Sue has the highest score because she has a lot of practice!" Xcuse me??? Look at your equipment at home! How are you going to practice if you bang the things like there's no tomorrow and stomp on the foot pedal and has no clue on what note to hit? (YOU ARE FRIGGIN' FIVE FU^!%#&* YEARS OLD FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!)

I know this ramblings sounds pathetic especially if it's about a 5 year-old. Who the F&!^ cares! It's my blog, I got to write what I want..Don't like it...piss off!!!

Let me ramble some more...then at the end we (his mom and I) yell wooohooo!!!! we made it!! even after gazillion of time I had to 'save' him from getting a boo from the crowd..he wasn't happy and thought we are laughing at his poor performance (We took it as he was really tired, it's like 7.45pm, and his bedtime is at 7) and start BANGING MY=====DRUM SET with his elbow! I can't watch that and said : " 'NAME' heyyy...you can do that to your own drum, but not mine PLEASE..." and he started shouting and crying and bang some more... He ran straight to the door and almost break my goddamn door! WTF!! (results of sending a kid to a karate class, I would say) And by this time his mom gets really angry and shout at him ;bla...bla...bla... mom-son-coaching-session....bla..bla...bla... Then the nightmare was over...Lessons learned:

• Do not expose your kid to an adult stuff unless they know how to use it
• Do not send your kid to a self-defense class until they understand what it is for and know when and how to use it (for competition is okay..but let them at least be 8 or more, when they can start taking parts in a tournament and stuff)

• Set some boundaries (yes, they should be treated like an individual) but they should also learn to lose.

God knows how scared I am carrying this in-utero of mine...let it be a girl...at least she would play with a doll and kitchen set...and NOT banging MY drum set..lol!

It's hard being a parent, I guess...from the look at other kids and my sister's kids...blimey! How can I ever be one! I can't even handle myself..how to handle a child???? God, this freaks me out!

Wind of Change

I just realized that the wind has started changing direction...If before my hangout pals are those single mingle friends..now it's more like mommy dearest outings and such. I attend a friend's baby shower yesterday, hosted by another friend who lives in an elite area just outside town. There are supposed to be more friends (not married) to come, but they didn't show up (typical Malay promise). And when I look at the crowd, we are all either married, have a kid or two or babies on the way. And the things we talked about was about kids and husbands and maids and which hospitals to deliver and what not...etc..etc...

To distract me from joining the moms' club, I tried to feel younger by going to a rock concert, play game on Sony Playstation 3, have girls-only vacation or try to hang out with other non-married friends, so they don't feel left out (coz that was what I feel when I was single/not married and all they (married) people talks was about their marriage/kids). C'mon we all know your kids are super, can do this and that, and how cute they are...i can see it, you don't have to say it out loud, and the world does not evolve just around you and your kids. Bleeegghhhh....

Dedicated to ALL my single friends out there... love you all!

Lyrics | Nickelback lyrics - Gotta Be Somebody lyrics

REMIND ME AGAIN

Hai...bila dah start tulis, macam macam nak tulis dalam satu hari..bila senyap tu senyap jer...itulah tabii kita kan...kali ni nak tulis untuk mengingatkan aku diri sendiri supaya di masa akan datang aku tak lupa akan hakiki ni.

Bila orang cakap pasai pa aku kawen ngan mat salleh...awat dah takdak jantan melayu dah kat dunia ni? Jawapannya adalah simple...orang melayu mana yang buleh terima my past? Being said 'my past' maknanya, sejarah keluarga aku.. kami tak kaya, mak pak hidup berasingan, arwah bapak tinggalkan mak atas sebab sebab yang aku tak boleh nak cakap kat sini...aku agak beruntung, pasal mak aku tak mampu nak bela, maklum la, orang susah...ada adik jantan baru lahir (aku dalam umur 2 tahun kot) so aku di hantar duduk dgn nenek. Neneklah mak aku, mak cik aku lah mak aku dan pakcik pakcik aku lah bapak aku. Aku tak kenai mak aku sampailah nenek aku passed away masa aku 8 tahun, lepas tu balik duduk dengan mak, hidup aku dari kecik memang macam nomad. Di hantar ke sana sini.

Orang melayu mana yang boleh terima keluarga aku yang susah ni? Mat salleh ni saja yang tak judge aku dari melihat keluarga aku. Dia terima aku seadanya, dia terima aku adalah aku, ada otak pemikiran sendiri dan bukan berdasarkan dari keluargaku. Tak ada siapa di dunia ni boleh memilih keluarga mereka. Kalau dari aku belum lahir, aku boleh cakap dengan Tuhan, aku nak keluarga yang macam ni macam tu, alangkah senangnya hidup. Tapi aku tak menyesal kerana dengan datangnya dari keluarga yang sebegitu, membuatkan aku tak mau berada di dalam situasi yang sama. Pasal tu lah Tuhan bagi kita otak untuk pikir dan belajar dari masa silam...bukan asyik nak menyalahkan orang lain di atas apa yang berlaku. Dan belajar dari kesilapan sendiri dan orang lain.

Sepanjang aku membesar ada mak aku peduli apa aku buat? Tak... yang dia tau cari duit nak bagi aku sekolah. Ada dia ajar aku simpan duit? Tak...pasal duit tak pernah ada untuk mak aku simpan. Hari hari berniaga laksa, duit untung ada sikit2, esoknya habis untuk beli bahan mentah untuk jual laksa pada petangnya. Tu lah, mak aku tak mampu nak pergi sekolah tinggi2...nenek aku orang susah...petani saja, tanam padi. Ada aku menyesal? Tidak sama sekali. Aku dapat tawaran masuk universiti, bila aku tunjuk surat kemasukan dan yuran yang akan di bayar pada hari pendaftaran saja, ini jawapan mak aku: " aku tak dak duit langsung nak bagi, tapi kalau kakak nak pi jugak, mak boleh pinjam kat Ah Long" Bila perkataan pinjam kat loan shark timbul, aku terus buat alasan ayah bekas tunang aku tak kasi masuk U, pasal nanti aku nak kawen and buat apa belajar tinggi tinggi... Itulah alasan yang aku bagi bila persoalan macam tu timbul. Walhal, aku tak mau mak aku pinjam kat loan shark nak hantar aku masuk U. So, dari situ aku start kerja..start pegang duit...then dah malas nak pergi belajar balik, pasal aku dah boleh beli ayang yang aku nak pasal selama ni aku tak pernah mampu nak memiliki satu apa pun. Bila dah pegang duit sendiri, aku jadi lupa...tenggelam dengan dunia kad kredit...maklumlah, tak pernah rasa kaya..tak ada sapa ajar yang jangan belanja lebih dari duit masuk...Ini satu penyesalan yang tak dapat aku patah balik untuk change it back. Tapi mat salleh aku inilah yang mengajar aku...Busuk busuk perangai dia, dia tetap tak pandang rendah pada aku dengan masalah pegang duit..

Nak tau cerita? Bekas tunang aku, melayu..ada ke patut dia tak mau terima promotion pasal nanti dia hilang jawatan sebagai pengerusi bank union dia..maknanya dia sanggup terima gaji kerani bank dari promoted to officer/supervisor, supaya dia boleh mengular waktu kerja dan ada union buleh back him up...manusia apa macam tu? Nasib baik aku tak kawen dengan dia. Dialah orang yang encourage aku untuk apply banyak banyak kredit card...pasal apa?? Pasal nanti aku boleh beli macam macam untuk dia. Gaji aku lebih tinggi so dia harap aku boleh tolong bayarkan duit kereta dia...yalah, nanti nak kawen..kongsi segalanya...why not start paying for his car now. Dia orang berada...walaupun family dia baik dengan aku, deep down i'm sure they would prefer orang lain yang berlatar belakang different..diorang orang kuat politik kawasan setempat..banyak pengaruh...takkan lah nak terima aku orang yang tak sepertimana ni. Bila aku sedar, ini bukan takdir aku...aku putuskan..mula mencari pasangan yang bukan melayu pasal seorang macam bekas tunang aku tu, dah cukup bagi aku.Aku langsung tak menyesal putuskan tunang dengan dia. Dah habis cerita....

Untuk kawan kawan aku yang tak pernah mengalami kesusahan...diorang mana tau...Diorang ingat diorang susah...tak ada kerja, mak pak asyik membebel tak buat kerja rumah, mak pak asyik talipon handset nak tau diorang ada kat mana...Aku cuma boleh harap dapat kasih sayang sebegitu...Walaupun pada sebilangan pendapat ingat ada mak pak yang kecoh itu adalah masalah...tapi diorang buat macamtu pasal diorang peduli... Maybe mak aku pun peduli, tapi penat sangat nak peduli kerenah aku, or maybe dia peduli, tapi tak tunjuk--itu adalah salah satu sikap atau silap orang melayu kita...ada perasaan tapi tak nak luahkan. Dengan harapan orang itu boleh membaca fikiran kita dan bertindak accordingly (maaf, aku dah lupa perkataan dalam bahasa aku sendiri ...sungguh memalukan...hihih)

Sebab itulah semua kesusahan yang aku alami ada pengajarannya. Aku lebih bahagia dengan mat salleh aku ini walaupun kadang kadang kami bergaduh jugak pasal berlainan pendapat atau latar belakang cara pembesaran dah keagamaan. Tapi aku amat bersyukur kerana dipertemukan dengan manusia ini kerana dialah banyak mengajar dan membuka mataku dari banyak hal.

Aku berharap dengan tulisan kali ini, dapat memanfaatkan masa depan aku sekiranya aku menjadi pelupa dan menyalahkan keluarga dan orang lain...ini adalah reminder untuk aku di masa akan datang.

JACK oh JACK

I know some people think this is not very cool..when I went browsing at one of the mall in US, I found this piece..and I said to myself : "Who knows if I ever going to find things like this anywhere else..now that I see one, why not grab it"

I know Kalle don't let me put it on him:-(

BEN & JERRY'S, come to mama!!

The flavour is exquisite! Berried Treasure, Jamaican Me Crazy, and many more! Now that I don't care about what I put in my tummy (not that I completely don't care, I do...but slightly not as much) muahahaha!
This thing really got me hooked, I prefer the sorbet kind and not the creamy ones. They are super fantastic! On its own, or a dollop on cakes or brownies, add some sprinkles or nuts or fresh berries...aaaahhh! yummmmm...

HAS IT REALLY BEEN...

...this long since I write?? Jeezzzz..how time flies :D I have been super busy playing tourist with my FIL. He came on Jan 15th for about a week. We went desert camping, offroading to the wadi (dried river bed), shopping and sightseeing. The highlight of his stay was taking him to the tallest building in the world, Burj Dubai or now known as Burj Khalifa (as H.H. Sheikh Khalifa Bin Zayed Al Nahyan, the President of the UAE). The building is over 828m. It is pretty impressive although I have NO FEELING towards this country's achievements, because it is NEVER going to be a place I can call home. I'm still an expat, and will always be an expat.

I was dead tired every day (with me like this) and getting up early in the morning for 'family breakfast' on our balcony was something me and Kalle hardly do (because he said its too cold or too hot to sit outside) and which I'd like to continue even after he went back. It's quite a nice feeling actually, although sometimes I rather be quiet in the morning especially when the mood says NOT IN THE TALKING MODE.

So overall it was very nice that we have visitor coming and we love playing tourist and to be honest I don't really know places until when people come over and we could experience the same..hehe

To my BFF, still waiting for your arrival in the sandpit, God knows how long we would be staying here... tick! tock! tick! tock! (eh...just like Madonna song..huhu)

YOU DON"T KNOW UNTIL....

you realize what you're missing when it's no longer in your reach...sounds familiar?? If I'm not mistaken, few weeks ago I was drop dead sure I will be dying out of boredom and how to stay at home all the time doing stuff I don't normally do..(cook and clean) and I was so used to leave my husband at home and went flying..(although it is work, but I enjoyed it coz then I don't have to worry about cleaning and doing the house chores..a reason not to be at home)

But now, the house is tidy most of the time (well...if I define tidy..maybe not THAT tidy, but itssokay for my standard hehe) And expecting him to come home every evening with a hug and a kiss and enjoy each other company..(something we don't normally get to do since we're together 7 years) I'm getting more and more attached and now that he's on business travel to Turin, Italy...I realized how much I've been missing all these years. Now I know how he felt every time I have to leave, although the flat would be much cleaner when he comes home compared to when I was away and came back to a pigsty (...then the nagging begins...coz I was tired...coming back from work to a messy flat, and all he can say was he had to work late ...EVERY DAY since I left???) I'm not much of a tidy up after people kinda person but I do like to come home and FEEL like home....I resented him for that for years. And I hate to kept telling him to do things...I guess he rather be treated like a child and being told all the time (he said he doesn't mind)...for now yeah..try me for the next 20 years..If this blog still exist by then, look up on this would be my only ticket out.

Funny how people deal with things in life...I'm learning everyday to understand this male species behaviour and how to deal with them. Books I read doesn't really help much as this species differs from one to another. Somewhat unique.

But I do miss him though when he's not around. Miss his mischievousness, and his childish behaviour. Miss the way he made me laugh at the oddest moment imaginable. Miss that he's quite clingy... for a starsign that is NOT supposed to be clingy, that kind of put me off and I need my own space sometimes. And his skepticism about ANYTHING online--internet banking, blogging that make money online, website promoting pyramid scheme, to him all these things are useless and scheming internet user (He is a Senior Network Security Specialist, he deals with these kind of crap everyday and see how people got scammed online etc)

The point is you don't know until it happens to you and realized you have been scammed. Like that website I joined..introduced by my high-school friend to join this money making online without leaving the house. All you need to do is promoting the website everywhere. The more people click on your pre-planned website, the more THOSE people making money, and I don't see a single dime from it..what's the point. And I had to buy that stupid juice..and guess what? IT NEVER DELIVERED TO ME!

Those people that believe they can make money without breaking a sweat and staying at home...it's bullshit! Yes it takes longer to be rich by working long hours and maybe a lot of hard work, but it's REAL.

New Beginning

A week has passed? How time flies, ehhh... Thought once I have no full time job, time will pass slowly...NOT!

On NYE we were invited to The Ljunggren's house for a cocktail party and countdown for 2010. We were greeted by a beautifully decorated house, white and purple balloons hanging on every corner..cosy lighting...canapes on the table..Billecart-Salmon Rose fully chilled, chardonnay and French red wine has been breathed, ready to be sipped. I was the dedicated driver that day so I pass on the drinks (besides I can't... until the next 8 months) *wink*.

The fresh fruits awaits us on the coffee table.strawberries and fresh cherries from Munich..*sigh* now I wish I'm still flying. That's how we live our lives...getting our consumables and what not from different destinations we flew off to...like fresh cherries from Munich, excellent and tasty breads from France, special bircher muesli from Germany, Cheese Fondue from Switzerland...Passion fruits and avocados from Nairobi, Bath and Body Works from USA, and A&F or course..not to forget...for me, shoes from Australia and USA (because they have size 11 which is hard to find anywhere else), Manuka Honey from New Zealand is the best thing I've discovered too..help digestion and overall health (all you need is one teaspoon a day add into warm water and lemon). Voila! Bye bye flu and cold and its natural sugars keep your energy level high.

But all those things are in the past now. New live is being created, it's time to adapt to new changes and prepare ourselves to handle the coming years.

Okay, now back to the NYE party..ghee..i offtrack quite far, haven't i? Their eldest son Ari (5 years old) is into this jewelery-making hobby. He's so talented. His mom, who is my friend is definitely the one to blame for introducing this hobby to him...since he liked it..what can I say..a hobby suited for a girl, though..but hey..it's 21st century. Gender doesn't determine anything anymore.















This talented child amazes me. Although his lil sister Ida (Ida Mahsuri Ljunggren) always cry when she sees me. Since 6 months old, whenever I popped by their house or they come over to mine, she just started crying and never let her mommy go. Do I have a pair of horns on my head or fangs that is scaring her?