I'm a big kid now!

6 weeks, 6 days. 27.9mm.

Big enough to pull many vomit tricks on my mommy. Heho.

Ubat Muntah: No Prescription Required

1. CAMWHORE!

Serindit Studio, Rampai Business Park.

2. GOOD (M)EATS!

Mustafa Jones Burger, Taman Melawati. Irresistible, authentic American-style grilled meat. 

Thick home made patties. Juicy ribs. Grilled by an American no less. 

(Not for Melayu totok who has to have cili sos on his burgers. MJ serves none.)

*****

I have to admit that coming back to live in Ulu Kelang is awesome. As much as I loved it in the 80s. Now when are we getting the house key, dear hubby?

Oi bambino, what have you done to mamma?

Kerana hormon, saya sering membeli-belah.

Kerana hormon juga, sekarang tidak lagi boleh begini keluar masuk kedai baju kedai kasut kedai beg. Melainkan, ada beg muntah kecemasan di dalam kocek.

(Selamat tinggal donia supermarket.)

I long to see month 4. They say the leash is broken by then. Mak Long Ki-Moira, will you be waiting for me at the finish line? Extend your arms out to me and off we go to el paradiso pavilliano?

Hoping that 3 months is as far as this goes

What work (so far):
1) Peanut butter on plain bread
2) Sirap limau, not too much as it may mess with my naturally sensitive tummy.
3) Hot clear soup
4) Plain rice with something mild e.g. Ayam goreng, begedel, ikan bilis goreng
5) Anlene yoghurt
6) Being snarky. Oops.

What don't:
1) Anything with too much egg
2) Almost everything else

I should probably be thankful that hubby is not a smoker. Those lot are the worst, followed by cat food! It's only been a few weeks but I think I should already apologise to mom for all the hassle she went through when she was carrying me. I, apparently, exhausted her till due day. Ummm...I probably still do now. Haha.

So here's to all vomiting mothers to-be out there! Who says we're a bunch of ungrateful betches for whining about the exhaustion when all we do is talk to the tiny pea when no one's looking. Wooooot!

Sampai Septemberkah begini?

Sentiasa rasa penat.

Sentiasa rasa macam ada makanan mau keluar balik.

Sentiasa rasa ok sikit kalau makan sikit (read: SIKIT).

Sentiasa rasa mahu tidoooooooooooor.

Tidak lagi larat menengok baju di dalam kedai. (Macam tak percaya kan yang last ini?)

When there's passion, there's no question you'll be where you should rightfully be, doing what you rightfully want.

I don't intend to claim bragging rights by posting this picture. Just sharing with you that less than a year ago, finance was never an option for me. I would probably never even consider spending my monthly allowance on such a publication as this. Things took the extreme turn when I fortunately landed in a class taught by this awesome teacher. His classes are tough but by the time you head into the exams hall you know what he taught had all been really useful stuff, and in fact, a reality that is faced daily by corporations (big and small) everywhere.

Mr Robert Boxwell, you may have only given us a tiny taste of the Harvard experience but it will be the most invaluable take-away of this local uni MBA program. We're forever thankful for the past year of gruelling maths and long cases that took hours to understand (if we ever did before the lecture sessions, haha). It's such a loss that the school does not share the same view as yours, when us students do.

To those who think that only fools go back to school, shame on you. You asked, 'for what'?. Our answer is, for this experience that you are not capable of delivering to us.

Despite the exhaustion we wouldn't trade it for any other. As for me, the silver lining seems to show more and more.

:)

It's about time to stop trying (too hard) to re-live your youth.

Pukul 5.30pm habis exam terus kamu masuk inbox ye? Pandai you ASOS. Cukup pandai. Dang.

I am such a multi-tasker. Bah. Hah. Hah. Hah.

I HAVE MOM'S FLORAL BLAZER FROM THE 90'S!

I HAVE NEW SEXY BLACK SHOES!

I HAVE NEW NUDE SHOES!

I SOOOOOO HAVE WHITE PANTS!

OKAY, NEED TO WORK ON SCORING THEM RED STILETTOS, HOUNDSTOOTH SKIRT, AND ERRRR...PRINTED HOTPANTS.  

(Style credit: WHOWHATWEAR)

Seriously, I question my attempt at being a finance major.

Wan Little Pea

You're just as 'big' as a sesame seed now aren't you? 

Who cares, you're my sweet lil' pea no matter what size you are. 

Except...

...if you get real chub chub when you're older, Mommy will send you to the Seal Pups Bootcamp. 

Promise. 

99% Spandex

Those are some skinnies, hon. I wonder your b*lls breathe in 'em.

Have never felt this awesome on a new year's day

Happy 6-month anniversary, my darling hubby. You're totally worth the wait :)