Happy new year, everyone. May it be a prosperous one for all. God bless :)
Monday, December 31, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
1. I dont recall ever seeing this luxe small carpet. Mom must not have been keen to let us wipe our dirty feet on it. Today she used it as the base 'alas' for her darling granddaughter to nap on. So prejudice she. Heh.
2. Pets sync well with babies. They even do the shoebox sleep pose together.
3. Apparently there are skinny jeans in neon pink for babies. Must get them for I myself need to fulfil my 'fashionistic' needs, via my daughter, of course, since the mid section is still not cooperating. Damn this mrs potato head phase.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
How can I leave you with a stranger and miss your antics and anything "first"? How do I choose between having the means to provide you with the best money can buy and being able to care for you with utmost love (which no one else would be able to)? Sigh...it's such a huge trade off between the two that I cant even answer myself when I asked "what do you really want?".
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Being a (first-time) mom means flooding the web with pictures of your baby. Sorry singletons, I really don't care if I annoy you lot. Once you get to this side of the hill, you're just gonna curse yourselves for having been so bitter.
Listen. I know how you feel. Been there done that, and trust me, your future is better off without being so bitchy now. Ooh...what did I just hear? "BITE ME", you said? I'm not gonna be agony aunty and nag because it's just not worth the effort. Just two questions: "How would you feel if your own mothers aren't happy with or proud of you? How much hurt would it inflict you if they never showed that you mean the world to them?"
So now just back off and let us bask in our happiness.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
I saw a little baby bump today. Someone else's, of course.
And in my heart I went "sigh....".
It's crazy, missing being pregnant when I have a strong-willed (read: fussy/demanding/"hold me hold me hold me!!!") 3-month old. But the yearning is so intense that I think I'm aiming for number two immediately.
Hahah. *lap peluh*
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Monday, December 03, 2012
Sometimes it feels like a heartbreak, because so many others who still have theirs can't even be bothered to call and say hello
I'm always happy here. Don't need a popular footballer to justify my love for this place.
I miss Dusun Muda. I miss sleeping to the harmony of frogs croaking and being startled by the roosters crowing way too early in the morning. I miss waking up to get breakfast from the sundry shop. I miss being paranoid about the neighbour's geese. I miss the creaking sound of the wooden floor. I miss entering a house from the back/kitchen door instead of the front. I miss playing in the rain. I miss air hujan cucur atap. I miss the hammock under the house, and how the ground was always damp and cool down there. I miss being excited over that piece of plank in the master bedroom because it could be removed and I really thought it's a secret emergency exit if orang jahat broke in. I miss the pink guava and buah katak puru trees in our compound.
I miss a lot of things that I can never experience anymore, let alone to have a go at them again with my child(ren). And on top of it all...
...I really miss my grandmother now.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
I'm a mother. It's all about putting in the effort. Like, coming up with this entry at 2am with a sleepy baby in one arm, phone in one hand, and another hand alternating between typing on the keypad and clearing snoot from the nostrils.
Whilst being pregnant I asked oimira to slap me in the face if she finds me no longer concern about the way I look. Fast forward to 2.5 months post-delivery and I find myself looking forlornly at all the blah clothes in my closet at mom's. And frustratingly, the same happened when I finally went back to PIL's as so many stuff don't complement my jelly belly anymore.
Fixing a Broken Heart
And so I hopped on to WWW (hello, old friend) to seek inspiration on the latest do but now I'm having issues to grasp the idea of this major ear bling. Please give me some time to ponder over this.
Worry not, I'm good till you see me in carrot cut mom jeans.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Yea. Today's entry is about moi. My digestive system, to be exact. Gross? You bet it is. The strory goes like this:
I popped a baby.
Then I got obsessed with drinking (more than) enough water and eating oranges and taking jamu pills and downing hospital-grade laxative.
All in the name of avoiding constipation.
And all was happy and dandy until last week. Atending to a very demanding baby who cries A LOT, I was no longer observing this discipline and safe to say that I would go through the birth experience all over again instead of today's WC tragedy.
No wonder the Malays coined the term berak batu because hell it sure does happen to the most unfortunate beings -____-
(Oi cerita belum habis)
Then my aunt passed me a tub of prunes. And so I went at it like a peasant who hasn't had food for days. The verdict? It was like having a built-in heavy duty food processor that churns out massive errrr..."output".
Why does digestive system have to be so complex?
Gotta run. The royal throne's calling.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
When you have to ask your husband to put the baby to bed all by himself, at a time when she seems to only stop crying when you, and not anyone else, hold her.
All because you have a deadline to meet. Sigh.
Postgrad studies - do it before you procreate or postpone it till your retirement age.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Minyak Yuyi Cap Limau. Dipercayai sejak turun temurun untuk melegakan kembung perut. Ask Odena. She'd say
H*ELL TO DA YEAH!!!
Saturday, November 10, 2012
My point being, being a SAHM has helped me develop a new skill: PERSUASION.
I am in love with this rug and I shall convince the mister to buy it for the new house because a little Moroccan touch sure does not hurt. And he owes it to me for the lighting faux pas (long story).
On a side note, I'd be back at work on Monday had I not tendered my resignation. Two words: Mimpi ngeri.
Monday, November 05, 2012
After almost two months he's now totally immersed himself into fatherhood and it really warms my heart each time I see him cuddling the little one in his arms. Neither one of us is a perfect parent but I firmly believe that we try our best to complement each other in making sure that chubby Little Pea is happy and comforted at all times. It is very exciting to be blessed with having a child but it is by no means an easy feat.
Alas...I now understand why I seemed to have (temporarily) lost a few friends when they had babies.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Some mornings are so relaxing because someone's not cranky. Since she is still sporting the crew cut, uncannily resembling her father (oh boy...), I thought that it is just appropriate for me, as the mother, to give her a virtual makeover so we can be sure of what look is best for little missy.
Adele, David Arumugam or The Real Slim Shady?
Voting line opens now.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
A mother would do anything for her child.
Go sleepless when the child gets cranky in the middle of the night,
bear the soreness when the child refuses the bottle and all she wants is a dried up "nursing well",
build pillow fortress around her so she could hold the child in her arms all night, or lose the arms to protect the child from rolling over and fall on the floor, for her tummy is the only spot where the little one would sleep soundly on,
do many a trick to muffle her coughs so the child won't startle in her sleep,
...and thus she may, one day, take the child on a guilt trip with a photo such as this should the child rebel too much against her.
(Bangun tido tangan kebas maksimum sebab tahan cik not-so-kenit-anymore yang sudah bergolek ke tepi.)
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Can't help it. She's my life, my world, my everything. So I'll only write about her as long as I want to.
Even if it means having to hold her in my arms the whole night so she can sleep soundly,
Even if it means having to leave my schoolwork pending so I can soothe her from the feverish temperature,
And even if it means that life is totally different and totally more overwhelming than what it used to be,
Because she's the most beautiful gift that I could ever ask for.
Get well soon, baby darling. Mommy's here to comfort you.....
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Loop your elastic around the case and tuck the end into your stopper i.e. the button.
|Told you it's wonky. Measure properly if you're a stickler for perfection. I'm pregnant and not being my usual self.|
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
|AMOUNT OF CASH BURNT: RM97.15 (ONLY)|
Sunday, August 26, 2012
THE UBER LEGENDARY RAMLY BURGER PATTY
2 patties, onions, garlic, ginger, curry powder, chilli powder and celery stuffed in a pita bread, and I'm done with lunch. Awesome when all you want is greasy food and you don't really wanna trouble your husband (who's fasting) to wait in the long queue at Mcdonald's yet again. If only I wasn't too lazy to grate some Gouda cheese and grill these babies..they would have passed as something one gets from an American food truck. Okay I watch too much food tv, I must admit.
Lazy Sunday and I hope the Lil Pea makes her grand entry into the world soon.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Raya in the capital is not too bad at all. Being able to go back and forth between two places (my parents' and the in-laws') on the first day makes the whole celebration, as a married couple, much more bearable. Honestly, I don't miss having to travel for 9 hours to see my parents for Raya like we did last year. Mom, let's just make this a new tradition for our family. Please?
Compared to threatened labour and the bleeding episodes since Thursday, I think swollen feet (and ankles and calves and, well, the whole of both legs) scare me more. Oi, I didn't even stand still for that long and was on the move most of the time when my butts were off the chairs! Blood circulation should have been good then, no? It's raya for heaven's sake. Lemme entertain my guests and run to the kitchen sometimes la.
I'm currently having so much fun with the new phone despite the loss of a real keypad. Wonder how do those with stubby fingers manage. I miss using two thumbs and typing ten lines of messages in under 2 seconds. Boo.
The icing on the cake for all of these is definitely is the hubs. I know...I know....I may sound like that annoying woman who worships her husband as if he's the God of Acropolis, but I have to say that he has made my raya this year a lot more meaningful by being the awesome person that he is. And he paid for this phone, bahhhaahh! Thank you sayang. Just like Bruno says it, you're amazing just the way you are :)
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
I told you babe, cooking is therapeutic. You even missed gula in one because menggentel bebola kueh is so syiok kan? I look forward to many more of your adventures beyond kedai makan for good food like this. We have faith in you, yeahhhh!!!!!
Saturday, August 04, 2012
That moment when your hubby asked if you had prepared that thing for your freelance work and you answered "no" and he replied "I bagi you singgit je sebulan nanti" with a sheepish grin on his face...
I know that it's not like I have massive followers here or anything but I am that perasan and believe that there were people who waited for my DIY Wednesday post. Kehkeh. 3rd trimester has really kicked in with a bang since the last weekend. There was massive exhaustion and some weird contractions going on. Even helping mom out for to prep for buka took a toll. I could barely walk that Sunday night and half the time I thought I was gonna deliver the baby already. To force myself to get out of bed for sahur, I imagined that last mile in running events - always toughest but rewarding at the end. Heh, drama drama drama. But I was literally a case of "a pain in the ass" where doing/not doing anything for too long led to this sharp, stabbing jabs in my lower body (especially in the nether region). I mean, how can sleep be a painful experience? It felt like I was hit by a truck on Monday morning and it left me lying down (read: falling asleep due to exhaustion) in the prayer room at work for 3 hours. Such agony a mother has to go through even before the birth, and later having to deal with kids who talk back to you and who pretend they're too sick to go to school when they actually didn't finish their homework, tsk tsk..... (aaaahhh okay that was me, bahhahhh!)
Ummmm...yeah, I really just wanted to say that I was too tired to do some crafting for the past week. And it was all really unnecessary because it turned out that I only contracted another bout of bladder infection. Bahhhhhh. Fourth episode throughout the pregnancy no less. I think I should sign up for UTI Anonymous already, or perhaps the bacteria should create a fan page for me ('-_-). Now feeling better on a prescription of potassium citrate, I feel like running a half marathon.
Do I need to babble so much? No, not really. When you didn't get enough sleep, your brain either shuts down completely or it loses the ability to control whatever it needs to. For me this morning, it includes peeing and shutting my mouth up. Told you 3rd tri hath kicketh. That, or the "friendly" bacteria hasn't fully vacated my urinary tract.
On another note, I am (not) proud to announce that I'm yet again a late adopter. Just started reading Sheikh Muzaffar's wife's blog on juggling life as a mother. OMG, I can't believe how down-to-earth she is. My sister has always adored her blog and been pestering me to pay a visit one too many times but I held my ego up high until today. The reason being, a silly assumption that she must be another celeb wife riding on her spouse's popularity - I bet she talks non stop about her astronaut husband and his activities and accomplishments yada yada yada. I was even adamant (in my head) that she must have some nuffnang ads going and it's just another channel for her to earn some free pocket money for her Chanels. Maybe I should also admit that I have always thought that she's just a trophy wife. Well, shame on you, Nadia, because it appears that she is all but none of these *self bitch-slapping me now*. Gosh, she is just so....normal. Like you and I. She could use some help with her grammar (naaaaak jugaaaak point out orang punya kelemahan kan, haha kuang asam eeewww) but I guess she radiates so much humility that something so important in my book of rules had taken the least priority as I read through every post down to the first one. Her writing is nothing more of a young, working mom's journey, and yet you subconsciously "read" her sincerity beyond those written words. I think I would know whether this is really what I think it is or if it's just an effect of lack of sleep. What I love most is how she portrays her husband as really, her husband, and not the celebrity we all know him for. Now I feel double regret for having been on team Dr Faiz all these while. But then again, he does look more of a stud than a muffin, which I think the Sheikh is (I mean it in a good, poster-boy, Korean-pop-star-good-looking-girls-screaming kinda way and in no way offensive, Dr Halina). Oh, she also blogshops! She doesn't need to, does she? I'm sure they have cash all stashed up in their children's trust fund already but she goes gaga over RM10 baby books at baby fairs. Aaaaaahhhh....I'm clicking "Like" on your Facebook fan page already.
Haihh...this weird mommy thing that I never thought I would get. Maybe I wasn't born to be a drill sergeant mother as I had imagined all along (thank God). I already feel connected to stranger moms in the blogosphere and I can't get enough from stay-at-home (and none of them being broke) mommies like Camp Patton, Buggie & Jellybean, The Rhodes Log, and a many more out there. This week I truly had the conviction that taking a year off work will Insyallah work out just fine for us. Throughout the course of this pregnancy I went for a few job interviews and had received positive feedback for most of them (except for one with this very stuck up iPad tapping Manager who obviously was supposed to know if I fit her requirements from my CV, but appeared surprised when I told her I'm not the number crunching type and that I have only dabbled in finance for about a year. For the record, the headhunter turned internal HR personnel misunderstood the actual job scope thus leading to setting me up for the interview).
So here I am, (will be) staying home and just making the decision alone had made me feel like a HUGE burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I'm probably half doing it for my sanity - no more fearing my efforts are considered below par after labouring my heart and soul into an assignment, no more being anxious of hearing screams from beyond the walls, no more self guilt for turning up late (I may be tardy sometimes, but it wasn't so bad when I still had the passion). For the most part, I believe that it is time for me to finally leave that self-centred life of my younger years and devote the most part of me to enriching the lives of others i.e. our little nucleus family. Anyway, if you can't be offered a career, why bother be stuck with a job (that leads to nowhere?). And who says you need to conform to what the general society expects you to be/do?
My MBA is just another 6 subjects and a research paper away, so that's the self-reward that I will work on for myself (heh, I'm only human so I still need to feed my ego mmmmkay...). I hope that the freelancing gig(s) will come in on a continuous basis. A good friend is helping out to pull me into this freelancing resource (Alhamdulillah) and one of my besties had helped me secured my first ever job last month. Now it's just time for me to make my service availability known to the world. Hint: I proof read my husband's MBA research paper and he admitted that had he engaged someone else, he would be potentially broke to the bones for every major and tiny, minor correction, and document formatting (and re-formatting due to somebody else's Microsoft Word incompetency, uurrrgghhhh) I made. So ya know who ya gonna call for proof-reading and editing services now. The charges are very reasonable :)
Gosh, this is one long post. Guess it makes up for the week of silence, eh? And since the blog's URL is Snap 'n Tell, and since I am a big camwhore, I just can't bear signing off without some of my favourite shots of the week hehe.......
|32 weeks + 3 days as at last Saturday. I'm huge and waddling like a stuffed penguin, but I have my pillar of strength to support me, both physically and emotionally :)|
|Who would expect a new group of awesome friends at this age? And this lot makes you feel so youthful!|
(pic courtesy of the ever-wacky Azlin)
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Absent from the picture: Baby essentials (I swear they're essentials!) and Korean junk food for mommy & bapak (don't ask).
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Are you sick of relying on boob tubes which half the time are too snug for your comfort?
If you answered "yes" to both questions, fret no more because last weekend I found a cheap, comfortable solution for all you decently dressed women out there!
HOW TO MAKE AN EXPRESS MODESTY PANEL USING A HANDKERCHIEF
Grab a handkerchief/small scarf. Rummage through your mom's drawers if you have to.
Cost: MYR 0
Satisfactory level: Priceless
I've had the handkerchief for 15 years, if not longer. It came in a set of 6 and I have no idea what happened to the rest of them. The dress is about 3 years old, and seldom worn because of the cleavage show factor. Now they have both suddenly become my favourite maternity outfit yeay.
|31weeks+4 days Pregnant|
(Smiling despite having issues with my chubbier than ever cheeks. Gemok, and I need a haircut.)
I have a love-hate relationship with tube tops so I only opt for them in times of desperation. Don't you just hate how they clam your breasts and back?
If your DIY adrenaline is on high drive this week, you may want to try this tutorial instead.