Amri's big day

After being postponed for several times, we finally managed to get Amri circumcised. Done by the kindly Dr A.Razak from DSH. The procedures were pretty simple. Just walked in to ER on the appointed date, waited at the day ward for your turn, went to OT for GA and surgery then back at the ward 40 minutes after surgery. The GA part was a bit difficult because Amri could still remember his previous OT experience and that pretty much freaked him out. But it went well enough. By noon, hubby, Amri and I ate lunch at DSH cafe and went home. No blood or dressing involved. Well...a little bit of dried blood but it went away after shower.


Amri sleeping off the GA after circumcision








Already awake and waiting for doctor to discharge. Had to buy numerous comic books to keep him occupied







Back at home and showing off his errk...that body part of him...and totally made kakak freaked out










What else...FBing. Which caused my MIL to scream in alarm looking at the way Amri tertonggeng surfing the net. FIL wisely gave up trying to get him to lie down or sit still after the first hour or so




While i was wondering how to give bath to Amri, whether I should call hubby to come back or get my father in law to help, Amri has already showered by himself, changed and ready to go play outside. I caught up with him just in time to stop him from riding his bike out.



Hmmph....really, things were either very easy or very difficult with him. There was no middle ground I guess. But I was happy that it turned out well.

The aftermath

I am still tired. If not because of this SOX nonsense, I wouldn't even bothered to show up at office until Wednesday at the earliest.

Playing nanny to three vacationing boys is no joke, people. Especially when one of them is just 14 weeks old. He may looks tiny but boy.....the loads we have to carry to accomodate him...probably 10 times his weight. All in all, I still think I am lucky because Adam will do whatever Amri does, though he will not necessarily eat the same food as his brother. But still, they wake up, eat, shower, swim, play and sleep at the same time. Aqil however, has his own schedule and quite upset when it went haywire but amazingly, not that difficult to pacify.

Give me one month of this, I'm sure I will have toned arms and high BP.

Well, it was a good trip. I did not have any high expectation since it was a company trip (hubby's company). I tagged along to lend extra pair of limbs and to nag at the boys. It was my hometown anyway. Still, I managed to show up 3 times at Padang Matsirat, which actually, exceeded my own expectation :)

Many thanks to the boss of hubby's company for the fully sponsored trip. Your company still owes me RM78 for taxi fare...heheh.

Other than that, I have lost:
~ one milk dispenser (somewhere at jetty point, i guessed)
~ Nokia mobile phone that I had unofficially given to Amri. But the hotel housekeeping staff had already called me and they'll keep the phone until I could send for it. I'll probably had to get Pak Su to help collect it from Frangipani then pass it to Ilah who'll be there on 29th and she'll pass it to Ira. I haven't yet work out the phone's travel plan from Ira's place at Rawang to BJ.
~ 1.4kg of body weight. So people, if you want to lose weight fast, you can take my three children to holiday.

Where shall we go next?

Amri and Adam saying goodbye to their favourite 'ship' :). This discarded fishing boat was rescued from Kuala Teriang fishing village and parked next to the restaurant and kids were clamouring all over it during breakfast time.

I took my hat off to this lovely resort. They seriously did try their best to be enviromentally friendly. Their kitchen grows their own organic herbs and vegi. And they recycled rain water to be used for watering their plants and for toilet flushing. There were a lot of trees around. Villas are using solar panel for hot shower. Discarded woods were used as signboards (as shown in the photo) and key holders. Recycling effort were in full force. The resort organised nature walk too but we missed it. Missed the yoga class too huhuhu...

They did a lot of other things too to preserve the environment. If you have small children, this place is great. Not only it was children friendly but you could teach your children lots of things without ever stepping out of the resort. Things that never made it to classroom. Like how to climb coconut tree, coastal fishing, gardening and of course, how to take care of mother earth.

If you're honeymooners, I am not too sure about it :) This resort was full of kids around Amri and Adam age. And full of baby strollers too. While it was fun for the kids to meet other kids from all around the world, and mommies strolling around pushing their babies, newlyweds may shy away from starting their own family, after a few days holidaying here. Disclaimer *all the kids there, including ours, were very well behave, just as kids were*

Amri and Adam trying their luck at a chocolate shop in the middle of Langkawi Airport. They said they wanted to win a bag for me...hehehe.....

Aqil in TheBabyLoft sling. I finally figured out that he was okay with this sling as long as the aircond was on or the weather was very cool (as in before 7.30am by the beach) and his head was out in the open. Took me three months to find out.

Aqil was still sleeping. He slept from the moment we checked in our luggages and his stroller, through the boys shopping spree at chocolate shop, my own bag shopping spree, lunch, boarding and take off. He was awake after that until we reached home but totally being angelic.

Langkawi Day 4

Activiti di pagi hari. Celik mata je terus jenjalan/berendam/kutip sea shells kat pantai. Until they became too hungry to stay. Breakfast would follow.

At the Crocodile Farm. For some reason, the boys were really interested to be here. I was not. Poor crocodiles looked bored to death. Sometimes you could not even distinguish between real crocodile and a stone/concrete crocodile put up there as decoration. They were that still.

Langkawi Day 3

Aqil woke up rather late. I was famished. He had his schedule gone crazy as well and by now, quite able to adapt. He had no problem with strange cot though I had my doubt seeing that it did not have bumper pad. But we were provided with loads of towels so I used some to pad the sides and two small pillows to pad the front. The mattres was a little lumpy but I was not too worried. Aqil could lift his head pretty well and on top of that, could shuffle forward. Which was the reason why padding was of utmost important. Anyway, he slept soundly and did not move at all. The blanket stayed the same way when we tucked him in 12 hours ago. Penat maut nih.

Amri with some sleeping sharks at Underwater World. Both boys were at first, quite reluctant to go and only grudgingly agreed after I mentioned penguin. But once here, they went wild. Especially went they could spot some of the cast of spongebob.

Earlier on at the penguins, all photos taken were rather dark. So I changed to night mode. The result - Aqil's stroller looked rather weird with the reflective light on the lining. Hehe. It looked hot, literally.

The boys were impressed with this huge stringray. I was impressed too, especially when it sailed past above your head.

Langkawi Day 2

Started our day with a long walk by the beach until the sun was up. The two boys collected all kinds of seashells and dead 'patrick'. Followed by breakfast once Aqil was up and given his bath. Then back to the pool for the two boys until it was too hot to swim.

We were having lunch at Mak Su's house today and Amri took the opportunity to check his email (macam le banyak) and update his facebook using Hafifi's PC. He no longer complained about not being allowed to bring laptop along. I didn't bring mine either, for the obvious reason - my hands were full with Aqil tagging along. Plus, blackberry was enough as my battlesword for these few days. Huhuhu.

Feeding the ducks at Oriental Village. Nice place but I wish it was more green - lots of trees and grass. It was super hot though.

Cable car ride. Adam and Amri was very excited. They screamed (gleefully) as if they were on a roller coaster. Which in turn, scared Aqil. Poor baby bawled his eyes out. It took hubby and I quite some time to calm him down. Phew!

The Langkawi Suite was big enough to accomodate 2 extra single beds and 1 baby cot. As usual, Amri and Adam would put their bed together, turning it into one queen size bed. And they parked their bed right in front of the tv. Duh! Made more exciting when they discovered it had disney channel. Interestingly, Aqil enjoyed watching tv with his brothers as well. Hmmph. By 2012, I am so carting off all three boys to their own hotel room. No more sharing with parents. Period.

Langkawi Day 1

A few minutes after we arrived, the boys promptly jumped into the pool. Made more convenient when hubby upgraded our room from SeaView Villa to Langkawi Suite Villa. It was like, a few steps forward to the sea and a few steps to the left for swimming pool.


Beautiful Pantai Tengah during sunset. Honestly, I think Pantai Tengah is more peaceful than Pantai Cenang.

My poor little baby. He had a rough day. First, he panicked at home when others were rushing around packing things up (typical in my household....last minute lagi syiok). Then he had his first experience of ear pressure during take off and landing. On top of that, he poo pooed during the flight and was getting uncomfortable. At the moment this photo was taken, it was way past his bath and bedtime but mummy and daddy were not quite ready to go inside.

Overheard

Last night, while I was putting Aqil down to sleep, I heard Amri asked his father whether he could bring the laptop during our holiday trip this coming Wednesday. And for the past few days, he was coming up with numerous excuses on why he should not be travelling with us. H1N1 was amongst them.

I guessed he ran out of excuses and simply resigned to the fact that he will be stuck with his vacationing family for five glorious days. But if he can't escape, the least he could do is improvise. His idea of entertainment are FB and a few gazillion online games.

Hmmm...

And he is only 9. I wonder what is in store five years from now.

In a way, he is very much like me. Except, at 9 years old, I had my nose buried in a book. A few gazillion books.

Now that I think of it, I am a lot worse than he is at the moment. I have half a nose buried in a book and another half stuck to a laptop. Perhaps I should take up new hobbies, like watching tv and bake cakes. But,I am just afraid that I will end up doing all of above at the same time and forget to turn up at work.

a mokcik point of view

Some times ago, I read somewhere (probably newspaper) about a telco client who was not too happy to receive his refund via foreign bank cheque. He was saying something along the line of patriotism of using local bank which had more branches everywhere.

Point taken. We all should support local products.

For one thing, bank negara regulates the number of branches these foreign banks are allowed to open. For another, an organisation as huge as the said telco might need more banking facilities than just issuing cheques. Probably for the ease of internet banking especially when your organisation has huge number of outlets and branches but one centralised finance / cash management unit. You'll need the ease of swapping all cash from all location to be invested overnight and returned to their respective location on the next day. And the need for secured and reliable foreign currency remittance for overseas investment or payment to overseas suppliers (or payment of loan/other debts). Or probably that bank also offered the best rate for financing. Plus corporate credit card. And probably, for the reason of outsourced cheque printing and delivery. It was easier and cheaper to generate the list of creditors to pay, send over to the bank and have the bank print the cheques, payment vouchers and mailed them out than to hire an entire department of accounts payable staffs.

Of course, local banks offered all those cash management thingy too. Only you'd have to be very, very patient and often had to grit your teeth. Or in my case, I was grinding my teeth on top of the first two. So, afraid that my teeth would soon turn to powder, I jumped ship. That is, I changed to foreign bank. But of course, for the obvious reason, I still maintained local bank for payroll purpose. Needless to say, my teeth are no longer in any danger of dissappearing except for biological reason.

But then again, it was just my point of view, a mokcik who rarely venture out from the comfort of her finance world.

Recharging

Look at Adam. Isn't he sweet? Hanging toys at Aqil brand new playgym. A gift from hubby's friend. Aqil is now 3 months old and still receiving gift....I am so jealous. Honestly people, how about giving a gift to me as well? I am badly in need of everything new too.

The closest I can get to a smile. He was not going to smile actually but rather, fretting noisily.

My life has started to return back to its normal, pre-pregnancy routine. Almost. Saturday morning is about going for a breakfast with Amri, send him to Dyslexia Association at USJ then straight to Section 6 wet market. Breakfast would be better if we could go to Amy Cafe TTDI Jaya like old time but both of us had spent too much time in the bathroom thus had to make do with BJ mamak restaurant.

Hope I can do some serious cardio and weight training soon. 6 months seems rather too long to wait.

I had a bad day

Hmmph! I declared today as the worst day of the week. It started at 9.30am with a conference call and went seriously downhill afterwards. At the end of the day, I was a complete wreck and longed for nothing else except to curl into a ball and weep pitifully. Privately of course. Instead, the tears refused to wait a bit longer and I broke down inside the car. Thank God I was not driving. Oh well, I guessed it made no difference whether I wept in the car with my husband or at the privacy of my room at home. He was bound to come across me sooner or later. As it happened, I received no comforting words from hubby, who apparently had plenty of issues of his own. Nor did I expect any. It would probably made me weep longer :) But, but ...a big bear hug would be very nice wouldn't it. Though I wonder how we were going to manage that while speeding down NKVE highway in heavy rain.

Okay...time to restartegise. Do it different way. Get some help from other bosses since my own boss decided to leave me in the mess and go for a vacation instead. 2 weeks, no less. And froze my leave from 21st Dec onwards.

Haha.

Very funny. I did not really have any new strategy up my sleeve. Nor did I have the energy to think of one. I would just enjoy the weekend, play monopoly with the boys and go see some movie. And only worry about my future after 8.30 Monday morning.

By hook or by crook, I have to wrap up everything by Tuesday. Because, by Wednesday we'll be off to Langkawi....woohooo......about the only cheerful thing I have at the moment. The last thing I want is holidaying with a laptop attached like an extra limb. And it is not even for a pleasurable endeavour of playing chef at FB cafe or blogging :)

I am still seething over the frozen leave though. How could he? True I do not celebrate Christmas and I had just came back from 'enjoying' 2 months break. But I was saving the leave to spend with the boys during school holiday. Help....

SOS Carry Bag

Anyone has a Mclaren stroller carry bag I can borrow for a week? The online shop is out of stock and I don't think I'd be able to go strolling the mall looking for one this week.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...

And I am furious enough. With one cancelled anniversary lunch at 1world, one cancelled birthday party, one cancelled weekend class, one CP204 that i have to re-do (fortunately not for the main company) plus a secretary and a despatch that have to cancell their annual leave and numerous other cancelled smaller events....

Yep...you bet that I am channeling all that negative energy into formulating revenge. Not just one off revenge but more of a lifelong payback. Just you wait...

My 9 years old baby

I've been married for 10 years!

I still find it hard to believe. Even after 10 years, I felt like I barely knew my husband safe for the fact that he is everything I ever wish for a husband.

Thanks dear, for the lovely gift. What I really want is one of those ridiculuosly expensive diamond ring but my fingers are still not back to their normal size. So, this will do very well indeed.

Happy 10th anniversary.







p/s - we'll do our anniversary lunch some other time, okay :)

Turning nocturnal, painfully

*sigh*

Night feeding sucks.

I guess most mothers with an infant are nocturnal creatures at least for the first 6 months or so. Myself included. With a couple of additional catch. First, I'm not able to fall back into sleep after the first round of night feeding. Or if I'm lucky enough to be able to do that, it will be hours afterwards. Second, since I'm wide awake at 3 oclock in the morning, my stomach will demand breakfast about one hour later. Naturally, I'll just ignore it. And by 5 am, i'll be rolling over in pain because my gastric problem has now decided to make a major comeback. By 8am, i'll be eating a nice hearty breakfast and by 9am, will be vomitting them out into office toilet bowl.

Repeat the cycle again in 24 hours.

Really, I haven't vomitted that much during pregnancy. And i wonder why, with that much pain and vomitting, I haven't lost any weight. And i also wonder if i avoid breakfast, can i avoid the vomitting as well. Surely bibik will be very happy if i tell her that i'll only be eating antacid for breakfast and please don't bother with all those scrambled egg or toast or nasi goreng.

*sigh*

I sure am cranky, sleepy and dehydrated (and somewhat deranged) woman today.

Amri's Annual Concert

Adam's Annual Concert

My one month old baby

Generally speaking, Aqil is an easy baby. He was fuss free during the drive to and fro Kuala Terengganu. He has no issue with his baby carrier, though it looks oversize on him. He slept through hubby's spectacular firework show. And he slept through silat gayung show with the loud accompanying music just 5 feets from him. In fact, he will sleep through just about anything as long as it is not between midnight and early morning, when he will be wide awake and will insist on some kind of entertainment. He breastfed and bottlefed well and has no nipple confusion whatsoever. Funny that. Probably babies nowadays are born with the knowledge of multiple nipple option as part of their rooting reflex or something.

What else? Well, just like his brothers (and to some extend, his mother) he has no specific schedule whatsoever. He'll nurse as and when he feels like it, thus the reason i decided to seek the help of pacifier. Which created another problem. Unlike mommy's booby, the dummy kept falling out of his mouth. It was getting tiring to pop it back into his mouth so unless anyone could advice me what brand can I buy to minimise that, I am sorely tempted to put duct tape over it.

All things said, I am still in awe of his lovely hair and bright sepet eyes. I wish I can have that hair.

Baby Aqil @ 2 weeks old

And still very tiny. Because of his size, I decided againts buying a convertible car seat and went for a small baby carrier instead. But he still looked dwarfed by the seat. I think I'll need to do some extra padding to make sure he is comfortable for the long drive to KT this Friday. I just hope that it will not end up as 12 hours journey.....

And, to prepare for the long drive, baby Aqil will be spending a few hours everyday in his baby carrier as a training. Adam and Amri did not need training at all and I expect Aqil will be more or less the same but still, it is better to be prepared. Plus, I have little else to do and moving Aqil from baby cot to my bed to a sofa to baby carrier to his stroller seems like a lot of fun. (Read: bored out of my mind)

Baby is here!

And it is a boy (despite SJMC's pink blanket).
Born at 1.54pm on 01/09/09 weighting a mere 2.95kg.

Warning - big fat whining lady is here till 9 Sept

After weeks of keeping my mouth firmly shut and my fingers away from keyboard, I've decided that my blog is the best place on earth to whine about my pregnancy blues. I'd rather talk with human but I can't seem to find anyone non-judgemental or one who could listen without giving me a religious sermon instead, family members included.

So there, you are forewarned. Please go away and come back one month from now if you can't handle this. Or organised a street demo.

The end is near

I am considerably more cheerful now compared to the last 30 odd weeks. Been to hospital to see my gynae and we agreed to induce the labour on 1st Sept. If not sooner since I was already 2cm dilated this morning.

Thank God for this piece of good news. I guessed the hours of touring The Garden has paid off. Though, surprisingly, I came back with just a new digital camera and a new bag. Many thanks to hubby for both. And oh...the grocery shopping at tesco this morning must have helped too. If so, quite a lot of hard work just to self induced the labour. Sure, trawling the mall was lotsa fun. Even better when your husband paid for everything. But I'd get many sleepless night afterwards due to legs and knee pain ( and a few other body parts). Even crying myself to sleep did not work anymore.

Oh well. Forget all about it. Am looking forward to Tuesday. Really, really looking forward.

Out of office....for two months

Today would be the last working day for me at office. I'll be working from home until the day I give birth starting next Tuesday.

Even better, the GM will not be in town next week. So, I'm pretty sure everything will be just fine. The temporary lady is superb. She is even more qualified than I am and has a steel for a spine - a necessary requirement in my job. I've talked and talked to everyone concerned about my leave plan. The thing is, I was taking my maternity leave as normal as a holiday break. However, I was soon to understand that it was not that easy, considering my position in the organisation and the hybrid organisation I'm in.

As soon as I broke the news, internationally, all manners of emails started flying. A representative from SOX department was sent over to talk to me in person about my leave plan. Gosh! I didn't even think of a plan yet at that time. In fact, I was still in denial over the whole baby things. Thankfully, the auditor was only interested in one thing, namely the sacred SOX procedure that I've already put nicely in place. As long as everyone continued to follow the guideline, I could not see any problem at all. But still, I swear to him that I'll look for somebody who is well versed with SOX to stand in for me (though dalam hati....kat mana le aku nak carik nih).

Next, I endured conference call after conference call discussing my leave. By then, i was already fully prepared with a detailed plan. My GM was in favour to get someone from HQ to stand in for me. That was the most ridiculous thing I've heard so far. Not to mention highly expensive.

The maternity leave was discussed again during June finance meeting, in detail. Thank God the controller did not suggest to meet the candidates in person because, errr, in truth, I haven't interviewed anyone yet. But I was pretty sure the agent will have lotsa candidates lined up in no time.

I was wrong again. Yes, there were many highly qualified candidates. I did a lot of phone interviews to screen out those that could not speak fluent English. No two ways about it. Temporary or not, you'll need to talk. A lot. In English. Period. I however, could not find any candidates with SOX background. So I setlled with a few who had internal and external audit experience. To simplify the matter, I arranged for interview during the period my boss was not in the country so that the authority to hire were mine. Sonang cerita.

I think I made a good choice. The lady was more than capable. Took her less than one week to get familiar. She started in early August so that I could have a full month to show her the rope. She'll be supported by Singapore and Australia FC too. So there! I'm on my way to enjoy my 2 months break from all things financial.

Pregnancy blahs: Bored with pregnancy

Taken from www.babycenter.com


I'm sick of being pregnant! Is something wrong with me?
Nope, it's perfectly normal to feel that way. Many women get tired of being pregnant during the third trimester, and some even earlier. What's exciting and new during the first few weeks and months of pregnancy can become pretty tedious by the sixth or seventh month. Let's face it, there's nothing particularly thrilling about having to roll out of bed sideways, groan every time you stand up, and pee 20 times a day. Sure, you always get offered a seat on the train, but you also face little delights like hemorrhoids and heartburn. It's enough to wipe the rosy glow from even the most excited mom-to-be.
Bored is an understatement of the year. I am desperate. Very, very desperate!

Dealing with others
On top of your physical discomfort, you may find yourself enduring endless questions and comments from others about your pregnancy. "Once I started showing, no one at work ever talked to me about anything but being pregnant," recalls Susan Greer, an accountant and mother of one from New Hampshire. "By the sixth month, I wanted that baby out and my body and identity back."And then there are the unsolicited comments — and hands — on your physique. Many women get tired of conversation that focuses on their burgeoning physical state. Try steering conversation back to nonpregnancy topics — even if it's just the weather or the latest reality TV show. Feel free to tell your family and close friends that you need a reprieve from pregnancy talk, and you're back in the market for conversation that has nothing to do with food cravings and not seeing your feet.Also, give yourself permission to vent when you feel the need. Although family and friends (and even life partners) can sometimes get worn down from a verbal catalogue of pregnancy woes, you can count on finding a sympathetic ear in other pregnant women.
The other non judgemental pregnant friend I could commiserated with is a colleague at Houston office. But she has gone off for her maternity leave, leaving me without anyone to vent my black mood. By now, I almost felt like putting up a notice saying 'do not touch me or i'll bite your head off'.

Savoring your time
Despite all the annoyances you're weathering, now's the time to enjoy your last weeks or months of pre-baby freedom. During the months — and years! — after your baby is born, time to yourself will be a precious commodity.Some women use the days to plan for their newborn's arrival, setting up the nursery and shopping for supplies (tiny socks!) or mapping out the details of maternity leave and daycare.
What pre-baby freedom??? Baby care can be delegated. Pregnancy is NOT.

Sometimes, though, you need a break from all things baby-related. Go ahead and plan activities and dabble in hobbies that a new mom couldn't possibly squeeze into her busy schedule. Some ideas:
• Make lunch dates with friends.
And suffer another bout of heartburn afterwards

• Learn something new. Take a chance on books at the library that you normally wouldn't pick up.
I'd like to learn voodoo please

• Streamline your space. Clean out your files, sift through the junk in the kitchen drawer, or put those boxed-up prints in the closet into photo albums.
Not in a million years

• Treat yourself to a massage. For a less expensive treat, spring for a soothing pedicure instead.
Would be nice indeed if I didn't feel like punching the daylight out of anybody who touch me

• Set up time-savers. Make yourself a haircut appointment for a new, easy-to-manage style, collect takeout menus from restaurants around town, and set up an online bill pay account.
I dream of the day that I could go and have a thorough hair treatment to my now ruined hair followed by a very complicated hair style. No. Make it top to toe treatment.

• Pick up gardening.
And risk a major come back of sinus? No, thanks.

• Connect with your partner. Enjoy some peaceful, romantic dinners together — whether you venture out to a restaurant or cozy up at home with comfort food — and focus on each other while you can.
How romantic can a heartburn be? And the only one who still showered me with hugs and kisses is Adam. Only him.

• Escape to another world. Tuck in to a nice big novel or rent a few movies that sweep you off your feet into another place or time.
That's what I did. Until the blurry and spotty vision took over. Plus, watching movies with Adam is a big pain. About one million questions per second and no break at all.

To the idiot at giant shah alam...

who parked his empty trolley behind my car a few weeks ago...
-may you suffer from incurable sinus for 38 weeks
-may your weight shoot up out of control
-may you lose your sleep for the next nine months plus
-may you have spotted vision while reading your newspaper
-may you have big fat pimples sprouting all over you face
-may your back kills you
-may you have swollen feet, hands, joints and face
-may you suffer the nastiest of heartburn
-may every step you take feels like a long knife slicing your leg muscle

But all are forgiven if you happened to be a preggy mom with husband being out of town for the day.

The reason (though I dont need one) I was mightily pissed off was that, I only noticed the trolley once I was already inside the car. And I could not get out of the car because there was another idiot driver who by that time, has parked too close to my door. At my normal size, I'd be able to slither out. At this size, no way! So I backed out anyway, hoping that stupid looking giant guard would come to my rescue. He was not. It was an elderly grandma who rescued me.

Forget about being decent...

How do you teach kids to respect the privacy of your bedroom? I've been trying for many years but still the two boys regarded my room as an extension of their bedroom. Barged in anytime, never bothering to knock, much less asking for permission.

I've resorted to locking the door if I need to undress or change. Or if I need to use my full length mirror to have a good inspection at my urmm....swollen thigh.

But I have a roommate. Who legally has all the right to barge in. Barging in was not the same as knocking on the door and waiting it to be unlocked and opened. And being pregnant means that you could not reach the door in a split second even though it was barely two metres away. The most annoying thing was, after I made so much effort to reach the door quickly, there was no one waiting outside to enter. What a waste of energy. As if being pregnant was not tiring enough.

Oh well. This is my house anyway. I've decided to do away with decency. I'll wear what I want to wear, in any part of the house. And if the boys happens to open my door while I was naked, so be it. Hopefully they would be traumatised enough by the sight to respect my personal space, if not putting them off girls forever. I'll probably strut around in any state of undress around the house checking out the various mirrors hubby installed...in the hope that I could find one that makes me looks good to my own eyes.

Note:
I've just had an idea. Everytime the boys enter my room without permission, they will be charges Rm1 each. There. They may never understand boundaries by they understood value of money very well.

Hiway blues

I think it is about time that I keep to driving on the left lane in highways. Or, at the very least, middle lane. With my blurry vision, legs cramp, slow reaction and my tendency to shut my eyes when sneezing (which I did every few seconds), I think I'm a danger to other drivers.

However, driving on left lane equals to being stuck behind that slow overloaded lorry which is probably older than me moving at 15km/hour. And moving to middle lane means following behind the equally slow vehicles trying to overtake the ultraslow lorry.

I like driving and I love being in my car but sitting behind the wheels 30 minutes after breakfast meant that the actifed I took after breakfast was starting to take effect. While I am okay with the after effect of actifed, driving at 15km/h with drowsiness was pushing it too far. I could feel myself nodding off barely 5 minutes afterwards. Which I think is even more dangerous. Taking actifed after reaching office was not an option since I loath to be sneezing all the way, plus I hate the dirty look hubby gave me when he saw the piles of soiled tissue inside my car.

So?

Back to the fast lane then. With some luck, I could reach office before legs cramp started.

This is the reason I no longer venture outside my route to and fro office. With this route, I'll be on autopilot and I'll know where I'm going. Also the reason I have to decline going to Jenan's potluck at Ina's house. Though I know where BSP is, I will not be able to read roadsigns or street/house no. Too bad. Maybe next time girls.

Happy Birthday!!!

Hubby with his cake, surrounded by impatient and starving kids


On the same day with akad nikah, my dear husband and his youngest brother the newlywed celebrated their birthdays. The same date, only with 15 years between them.

We celebrated by way of satay, meehoon singapore and of course, two cakes. Also joining the ceremony was their eldest brother whom birthdate was on 6th of June. The pengantin, understandably, went missing with his new bride during cake cutting ceremony. Only to appear much, much later when only a few strands of meehoon left in the tray.









Ayah Long, cutting the other cake





Happy Birthday guys.

Cakes are ordered from http://darulimancupcakes.blogspot.com/