Hell hath no fury

I am angry because ...

That day hubby hiam that the food I cooked wasn't enough, so I fried him an egg on his mom's $3 Ikea telfon frying pan, and of course the fried egg tasted horrible. Haha.

I told him I don't use such frying pan. Every cent adds to the quality. I already had a nice expensive frying pan which is not telfon. And it cooks eggs very nicely. As in the other day I fried onion omelette and cod fish in it.

Well, anyway, I used the telfon frying pan to make my point, two points actually. :P

But that wasn't the end, or the story. I was starved for two days while having dinner at his mom's place. The first night dinner consisted of rice which was too wet to be rice, but too dry to be porriage. Read: Slimy starchy wet soggy rice. Plus canned beans (which I didn't like) and pumpkin (which tasted like ... err, overcooked, not sweet, no taste) and cold soup (I hate soup when it's cold!) which was tasteless too, tasted like some leftover soup which she just added extra water init, with some wierd herbs.

The second dinner, well ... rice was all right, and there was one HUGE bowl of stewed cold bittergourd, a little bit is fine ... but one HUGE bowl? And cold. Canned sardines, more canned beans (probably left over from the above), lukewarm soup with very expensive mushrooms she said which had no taste after being boiled like forever in the soup? Some left over two tablespoons of soggy egg with raw onions and some tough pork with cold tofu. Can't quite remember. And everything was cold. It was absolutely yucky. I guessed I stuffed myself with the cold sardines. They were the only pretty okay stuffs. You dumped lots of the sardine gravy and stuffed your face with the gravy and rice and snatched whatever sardines from hubby.

If you think that's the worst ... no it's not. The worst is having her looming at the table WATCHING you eat. And critising when you took very little rice when you saw the food at the table. And trying to FORCE you to eat all those horrible stuffs. And putting all those horrible stuffs onto your plate. One has to be quick, when her back is turned, quickly transfer to hubby, who protested loudly. Huh. And I was forced to eat some kind of BARK, you know those herbal stuffs you put in the soup to make it tasty and norishing, but you DON'T EAT IT!!!?!?!!!

Waaaaaaah! I feel very sick when I think of the torture I had to endure during those mealtimes. Good think I escaped this afternoon. It was cold tofu in semi-slimy-and-wet-rice with .... MORE BAKED BEANS!!!

WAAAAAH.

I went without lunch today.

It's no wonder I'm losing weight yeah? And everytime after dinner there, there's not enough food for baby.

Arrrrrrgh!

And what did hubby say? Nostagic.

So don't ever complain that I don't cook enough food!!!!!! I think it was two dishes that day. Cannot remember, too long. hahaha.

That's it ... never going to have my dinner there. Will practise polite decline.

As always, as ever ...

My one week break has come and gone. I didn't quite have a good break, but it wasn't overly stressful in a way.

Baby darling had diarrhea for the whole week. Still having diarrhea and now he's coughing and throwing up his milk after coughing too much! First he had rashes on his tummy and back and hands and feet, and for a while I was rather worried about HFMD. But it was more of an allergy because the poor mummy had very bad headaches and shoulder, neck and backache, and she stuck lots of koryok on herself, which probably leads to baby dear absorbing all those methyl-salicylate. So now the poor mummy still has very bad headaches and shoulder, neck and backache, and she's resorting to popping paracetamol like sweets. Perhaps the diarrhea is also a result of that? But it shouldn't be for that was one week after the rashes. *sigh*

Mom said baby dearest looks very pale. Of course he would be. It's been nine days and he's still having diarrhea. :(

But the good news is that baby dear is ever so active, and irrepressible, and so cheerful, except when we force the medicine down his throat. :P

He's coming to nine months now, and he has grown *gasp* six centimetres taller! My big baby boy! :)

So over the week, I spent some time at work, and the rest of the time at home taking care and playing with baby dear.

On Wednesday, I did this: :)

It took me 4 rounds of baking, for my oven was too small and could only bake 8 each time. I didn't have unsalted butter though, so I used the normal butter thingy and cut down on the amount of salt. I got my recipe from my bake book here, but I guess chocolate chip cookies are all the same everywhere. :) I put in walnuts and lots of Hersheys chocolate chips. (They melted in the open and I dumped them in the fridge, most of them now don't resemble chips!)

I scaled down everything by half, or as close as I could, and I realised why I could never be good at baking, for I couldn't be bothered to be exact in all my measurements. Darn, I need a proper mixing bowl! For one. When I stirred in my flour, one turn of the spoon sent the flour flying onto me. And I need a proper stirring spoon! Using a metal spoon to stir hurts the palm. If not, I guess I should get a hand-mixer if I'm to do such stuffs again!

Impromptu mixing bowl.

After that I made sorta-tom-yum udon noodle soup for dinner.

It was sort of rushed, for dear hubby was getting home soon. So I guess ... need more improvement on that one! I didn't have lime, and I didn't really want to put in the Thai fish sauce. :P And I didn't have enough lemongrass. And I put in tomatos too. Hmm ... tasted kinda ... strange. Heh. Maybe I should just stick to my normal style.

On a side-note, I wonder why my cookies became quite hard after a day. Is it because there was too little butter? They were nice and crunchy when hot though.

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The other day, I turned a corner, and was lost for words when I saw ... instead of the familiar old red-brick building, it was simply one huge gaping hole. Damn, so depressing! I didn't know so much had changed. Well, I knew they were going to pull down the library, but I didn't know it made everything looked so horrible. Gone was the nice warm cosy comforting place. Gone! Gone! And it really was a huge gaping hole there! Some sort of underpass? Souless now.

I worked there once. I loved the tress and walking up to the building from the bus-stop. I loved going there in the evening, where the wind would blow the leaves on my feet and tease the top of the tress. I loved the crooked stairs with old bricks on the side, going up to the main building. Damn, should have gone to take photos there.

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I was actually thinking of making pizza the next day after the cookies, but I guess that's enough baking and cooking (from recipe books) for now. Till the next holidays! :)

Hunger power

As much as I would like to change my blog layout, I can't do it right away, for I have not the time or patience or the commitment. So here I am, posting again. :P

I had only an hour to prepare for dinner last night before dear hubby went to work. Came home in the afternoon and completely passed out. Good thing baby was very cooperative too, and the three of us slept like ... well, baby. :P So when I woke up, I had to defrost the chicken and cook almost immediately, and the chicken was just a little hard still.

Anyway, the fastest way of cooking is to cook udon. Dry with mom's homemade chilli, a bit of this and that and lots of vege.


Yep, that's mine. Hubby had already wolfed his down. :P Of course the photos aren't as nice as other pple's, I've still a long way to go if I want to take good quality photos!

Then we had dessert, or rather I had dessert after that.

I sure liked my very sweet. :) Barley, snow fungus, red dates, almond nuts, lotus seeds ... and lots of rock sugar. Of course hubby got his watered down as he didn't like it too sweet. I'm the only one with the sweet tooth. :P

I packed one for hubby and one for his assistant, but theirs weren't too good as the dessert didn't really have time to cook. Heh. His assistant said the lotus seeds were still too hard! Oh well ... what can I do in an hour anyway?

Oh yes, baby wants some too! :P

Half past bake.

I really didn't feel like blogging until I do up my blog. This place is soooo .... stale and boring, that I don't feel like writing. But some news can't wait:

1. Baby is growing his upper teeth. Not two, not four ... but SIX upper teeth! Yeah, a mouthful of teeth. I can see him thinking of biting mummy real soon.

2. Mushishi live action. Read all about it. Though I agree with Garten that Ginko looks damn weird. He got a moustache??! And a little goat-beard?!? What the? Hey, the Ginko in the anime is clean-shaven. And his white hair looks so dry ... and ... damn, kind of reminds me of Shaggy in the movies, not the cartoon. Ha. But the actress Aoi Yuu looks pretty. :) Maybe I'll stick to animes.

3. Am pouring through all my cookbooks and bakebooks and wondering what I shall try out next. Am so inspired by Obachan. Hmmmmm .... Maybe I should just learn how to take nice photos and some photo edit software and try to make boy's photos look more ... nice. :P Wait till I'm free. haiz.

4. Just when I think life gets depressing, then suddenly there seems to be so much things I would like to do!

5. One of my students gave me a big bagful of baby clothes ... for my boy she says. She's soo sweet. :) Non-local. I don't really know what to say. This is the first time anyone has ever done such a sweet thing for me ... well, someone outside my circle of friends. :P

6. Must do something sweet for them too. Yep, make cards. Hmm hmm hmm.

Challenge of the geekette

Sometimes it really takes one a kick in the ass to get going.

Damn, do I sound like a donkey or what? Sheesh.

Okie, all that requires now is proof-reading and working out the answers. It's that simple really. I guess I was spoilt rotten previously. Now I know how nice they were, and how not nice they are.

Anyway, I shall send out resumes for a new job. I must believe in myself, know what I'm capable of doing and go and do what I want! Yeah.

I missed having friends whom I can really talk to.

Anyway, Bees and Wees had passed me the last of the trilogy. It's a good thing the weekend is coming up. More sleepless nights. But after such brain power drain now, it's hard to get to sleep too.

Another job for myself: I've printed out my source code and will spend some time figuring out which is which and hopefully I can learn some html or whatever it is called now and work on a new something. Hey, it shouldn't be too difficult huh? Wish I got some photoshop tools though. Must learn to take nicer photos too.

Yep, these are the little things that one can look forward to. :) Reminds me of PM.

Wimper for help.

Oh yes. I'm quite sick of my blog's layout now. Would be eternally grateful for some help to change the background and stuffs. Leave me a message if you can help me!!

B is for BogeyMonster

I've been meaning to write, but I kept getting sidetracked. Hmm. Okie, that's not absolutely true, I don't really feel like writing much nowadays. I guess there isn't really much to write about, or perhaps there were much more exciting and interesting things to do out there, or perhaps simply, one just gets tired of things after a while.

Yet I had been extremely busy. And stressed. And that makes it even worse. For when one is stressed, one does everything except.

Deadlines are looming. Or rather, have come and gone and postponed yet again. There is no running away, no hiding under the blanket, no digging a hole and poking the head in, no putting a paper bag over the head. The horrors are still there. You may cover your hands with your eyes and play peekaboo and get giggles from your baby, but the boggie monster is still out there, waiting for you behind the door. Here today, right now, is still another game of hide and seek with the boggie monster. Yep, typing away on the keyboard, insignificant mortals us, and Mr Boogie Monster is just waiting behind the screen. Oh, but I just need to get started!

Everything aside, don't you just hate it when the hero has an important task to do, yet he is up to his neck or rather cheeks with fillers? No no ... not that fillers you use to puff up your cheeks so that you look like the korean-girl-next-door-poor-but-falls-in-love-with-rich-guy-who-has-a-girlfriend. Not that I watch Korean stuffs, but the TV nanny always says Korean everytime I'm in front of it. One wonders what happens to the cutesy Japanese stuffs. Give me Jdramas anytime! But like the sad fate of car license plates, K comes after J, and J is sadly a has-been.

Hmm, where was I?

Twenty more years later, and you would think that I should know better. Hey, it simply feels like twenty years ago!

I started reading and finished the first two books of The Obsidian Trilogy in less than a week. Lovely story that. And you really cannot decide whether the computer is a boon or a fiend. I wanted to quote a particular paragraph onto here, but I just can't find that bloodly page or paragraph. Where's the damn search/find button when you need it desperately? What can I say? Go read it yourself. It started off slow, but really picked up quite a bit after a few false starts. And I liked it for the analogy of the Golden City of a Thousand Bells with another we all are too familiar with. My dearest boy also wanted to learn to read, and he was quite adamant about it, and thus managed to get his gubby little fingers on one page. Mummy cannot afford to buy new books, but she will have to. They're not mine after all. Deduct from his bank account. Ha. So young owe me money!

So we made a trip down to Sunny, and the books were not in stock. Instead I went away thirty dollars poorer, and got myself more sleepless nights. :P

So the next book was Earth, Fire, Air and Custard (or Fire, Earth, Air ... or earth, air, fire or whatever) by Tom Holt. Have been keeping an eye out for his books for quite a while, you know you have this feeling that he is pretty crazy, and it is definitely proven after reading that book! Unfortunately, there wasn't any fine print which states that the book is in the nth order and one must read the (n-1)th order or (n-2)th order first, and so I wasn't quite pleased or satisfied with the whole gummybusiness. But I supposed it saves one some money for the (n-1)th book cos' it's unlikely one wants to get it, unless from the library or more from Bees and Wees. Still, the story was ... interesting, in a way ... and ... just a little nonsensical, but it pretty much flowed, and your curiosity was definitely pipped, and you just wanted to know where all the reasonless parts lead to. Nope, no sudden feelings of joy nor relief, but it certainly serves as a morsel of a custard cake to one's hungry tummy. Or maybe it's just the stress talking.

Of course in between, I managed to catch two more episodes of the anime I was waiting for, and nonsensical things cometh in pairs; Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu was just as confusing and entertaining, so that kept me occupied while the boogieman lurks just besides my feet, with fins just clearing the floorboards.

Baby boy is walking forwards on the walker, is able to pull himself up once in a big yellow moon, is growing upper teeth, all except the front two upper ones, has pooed lots today with face turning beetred in the process, and seems to be rather conscious of pronouncing ba,pa,ma,da etc. Oh and he loves sticking his fingers into his mouth and definitely choking after that. And did I mention he ate more paper the other day, and this time he definitely swallowed it, with the end result of coughing and vomiting everything out after an hour or so. Yep, brown pieces of paper. Hubby-not-dear gave him a brown envelope to play with while I was preparing dinner, and baby-still-dear played with it quietly and happily, of course. *rolls eyes*

Who reads my blog nowadays? Even though I hardly write? Besides of course I know who. :) C is for cookie monster because I love cookies, for the double chocolate chip cookies by famous amos, which Min always give me, and she being the one who got me hooked on. :) Do you know Addiction? Goes damn well with milk.

The other day I had a impromptu sort of free bone density test, and woe woe woe .... I'm in the osteoporous thingy part. Sob. I'm definitely going to be a wrinkled and crooked and holey bony old lady next time. Does the cheese actually work?

Question of the Day: Why does Mogu dog not have a name when all her other dogs have one? Grrrrrrr.

We looked at cheek cells and onion cells today. Never done that before when I was a student, so I was pretty much greener than them, as they did it in primary school! But still, one doesn't get where one is if one doesn't know how to smoke, and after the tenth time of saying onion rings instead of onion cells, one more or less gets the hang of it. However, one does know that saliva and cheek cells do look different, and it's quite fun to quash all those enthusiastic bright eyed wonders when they excitedly tells one that they got the cheek cells. Ha. Ha. Ha.

And of course, Happy Birthday ... even though I hate to think of Her and Them together ...

Now, if only a dollar will drop from the sky everytime someone says he's cute. ;)

B is for unBearable

I know how Wen feels, having that elusive itch under the skin. Lucky her, she got her Ping Zong disease, I mean series, out of her system. Me? *sob sob* ... I don't know when the next episode will be available. And there seems to be about 9? 10? more to go. And I read somewhere that it runs to a hundred over ... *boohoohoo*

And I can't quite concentrate on any other things.

In the meantime, I'll just have to repeat. :P

Slow Day

So I finally caught Pirates of the Carribean. Wasn't very impressed at all. Okie, so it did have its funny moments, but I think it really tired too hard. The funny bits weren't extremely funny, the exciting bits weren't extremely exciting. Overall, rather boring I thought. It didn't keep me on edge. Lacked the ohmph. Not as good as the first one. The whole show just seemed .... tired. And no, I wasn't tired when I watched it. We got a free popcorn though, and it was the first time dearest hubby and I shared one. :)

My lovely expensive tods slippers gave me a whole totally new experience the other day. Humpty Dumpty couldn't have a better fall. Damn. Now my bottom hurt even more *sob*. I guess when it rains, wear Burkies. :P

Went to have a haircut, and was told to return quickly because baby was howling his little head off. *sigh* If it were me mum, she would have handled it all right. Was told I would get a scolding for disappearing for so long. :( And that led to above incident. :( :( Wanted to do my hair treatment too, but didn't have time. *sigh*

Missed my anime.

Sad sad sad

Man ... I'm depressed. Got to wait for godknowswhen for next episode of the anime. :(

I'd rather be ... my baby's meme

1. I'd rather be lying on the bed than on the floor. (baby falling down, again)

2. I'd rather be drinking milk than water. (tub water)

3. I'd rather be heard than seen. (cry-baby)

4. I'd rather be standing than sitting. (especially after poos)

5. I'd rather be pulling mummy's hair out than daddy's. (better grip)

:) From Xena

Me? I'd rather be at home watching animes than anything else. But I've finished all there are, and the next episode is like ... one month away? *sigh* :( :( :(

So the exciting times of baby last week:

1. Fell off bed in the middle of the night.

2. Fell off hubby's chair.

3. Fell flat on his face while trying to pull himself to stand.

Humpty Dumpty couldn't break that record!

Walkie Talkie

We got my boy a walker after all. I brought him over to my neighbour's place and let him try out the walker and he was absolutely delighted. How can we deprive him of some fun in life? Furthermore, he's too heavy and it's good to let him walk a bit. :P

So boy oh boy went a zooming everywhere today, backwards of course. While we were having lunch at the dining table, we waved to him and he got very excited and retreated even further. Of course he wasn't too happy, and wanted to sit at the table with us. And now that he's ever slightly mobile, he's starting to grab things off shelves. Duh.

Ah well.

Fifteen hours of anime all day. I win Wen hands down. Had a headache the next day. Latest liking: Kyou Kara Maou. Loved it! Well, the plot isn't exactly the greatest, but it's so comical, and there're really pretty characters. Hahah. It's hard to find good animes nowadays. Read more about it here.

I got HM interested in Mushishi too. Heh. Hmmm, it's amazing what wikipedia has.

I am so immersed in the Japanese Langauge now. Perhaps I should do some revision. :)

Water water everywhere

Damn I'm so thirsty!

1 cup of cold lemonade, 2 cups of milo and lots of soup and I'm still so very thirsty. Hmm ... maybe I should drink plain water. Heh heh. :P

My obsession with ants have come to a head. Now I see them, now I spray, then I wipe. Managed to strike out one group, but after a while, another group emerged, following another trail. I am soo pissed. So I sprayed again and I really felt like screaming. Ants everywhere! Arrgh.

Of course I am careful to make sure that dear baby is out of the way when I launch my missiles offensive. However, once there was a tiny cockroach running around the table and I totally freaked out. Armed with the spray can, I stalked the monster with care, and when it emerged suddenly, I gave it all I could. Phhhsssssst. The missiles landed everywhere. Yay, I got it too. Sprayed ten thousand tons of chemical warfare on it to make sure it died. Heh. And oh dear, I got the chemical on the table and on baby's toys too. Hubby dearest wasn't amused at all. Nerve poison, ya. :( Had to wash all the toys and even stuff them in the washing machine. :P I wanted to wait for hubby to return home to clear up the corpse, but he was so late and I was afraid the ants would claim the prize, so finally I gingerly picked it up in lots of tissue, squeezed it for good measure, and threw it down the bin. I so hate cockroaches!

Watched ten episodes of Jyu Oh Sei, but brother didn't have the final episode. Read the reviews, and am no longer sure I'm that keen to catch the last one. Hmm. Good animes are hard to come by. I loved the Japanese Classic Horror Stories though, they're so different! Then again, I always love those classic horror stories. They can be pretty frightening. I remembered I once read a short horror story called Smee. It was so good and really frightening. I read it in a dark and gloomy celler, below the then National Library, once upon a time when I was temping there. Brrrr. Can't find that book again though. Vanished.

Smee is a story about hide and seek, where there was an extra person when they played, and one less person when they ended (I think). Smee was short for It's me. I can't remember most of the story now, but I can remember that one really gave an icy feeling down my spine. Definitely not one story to remember right now, especially I'm all alone.

Baby is happily sleeping. The pacifier works wonders. Heh. This morning, he was happily playing with his toys. After a while, when I checked on him, I found paper stuffed in his mouth. Duh. Had to dig out the wet paper from the roof of his mouth, and he was definitely not pleased that I was stealing his gold again. Can not leave my eyes off him. Duh.

Can't wait to watch my animes again. Such a fluke. After four days. The files were corrupted. :(

PPL was quite reluctant to lend me her girl's walker after all. Oh well, I guess not everyone are as nice as our neighbours. I think we're spoilt by them. Gosh, they are nicer than some of my friends. It's a wake up call actually, and it makes me think who my friends truely are. The neighbour girl is still using the walker, perhaps we might wait, perhaps we might get one ourselves. I really didn't want to waste money getting a walker, but if there's no choice, then we'll have to get one. Baby loves to stand, and he's so eager, what right do I have to stop him? *sigh* Some babies skip the crawling part, looks like my boy is doing just that. :P He got a big butt.

Life is still difficult. I have gotten into a bad habit of spending money and it's quite hard to stop cold turkey. *sigh* But not being able to go out equals to not spending money, so I guess that works out fine. I should really start jogging again. And swimming, and really do some yoga at home. :X *bleah*

Now? I think I just want to sleep. :P

Observations of the week

Quite a few things have happened this week. I had wanted to write earlier, but got caught up in spider. Damn quite addictive. Hah.

Sitting at the back of a lorry was pretty exciting. I don't understand why my younger brother is scared of it. Doesn't he have balls? Duh. I loved the wind in my face, and I could see a couple of stars. Bumps on the road get exaggerated, and you could stare at people in their cars. So there I was in my dirty pants and expensive tods slippers, hanging on tightly to the wooden seat. Baby got the front aircon of course, and he didn't seem to miss me, even when I knocked on the glass and wave wildly at him. :(

I was rather upset for the past few days. But it's wonderful what a few durians could do to you. Nevermind that they were a little unripe. My father and his wonderful nose. He sniffed out the good ones, and was so confident in his nose that he didn't get the seller to cut up the durians. The fussy princess rejected two, heh heh. But the ones which were ripe were very good. And it really warms me that my father delivered the durians to me. We ate them together, and none for baby this time. He gets super hyper and jumpy after durians!

Life really changes after one has a baby. When was the last time I had lunch or dinner with my galfriends? They're all too busy for me, and I for them. And a married woman with a baby probably makes boring talk too. I missed the dim sum lunches and the yoga. Ha, wished my friends would quickly get married and have a baby then we can hang out together and talk shop. :P Perhaps it's time to make new friends, like Wen and her doggy friends, but I guess I'm a difficult person to make friends with. :P

Baby loves standing up now. Why lie down when he can sit up? Why sit up when he can stand? Oh yeah, baby dearest would grab my shirt and trys to pull himself up, failing which, he'll look at you with the most adorable eyes and keeps trying and you just have to give him a hand. He can stand unsupported by me, just holding on the the sofa or table. And he can stand for a loooong time. I'll be asking around my friends if they can loan me a walker. PPL seems rather agreeable. Thank goodness. Walkers are such a waste of money otherwise.

Dear hubby has the cutest of baby's photo as his wallpaper in his computer in his office. Anyone who sees the photo all exclaim how cute and beautiful he is. Heh heh. One day a pregnant lady saw it, and really went gaga. She went a clicking of her tongue as she gazed upon the picture. Erm, don't we only do that to the real McCoy?

I must remember to serve my dear hubby when we get home. And not just eat my food which my parents got for me and ignore hubby who wants to watch TV. Oh yes, even if he's glued to the TV and no matter how much I call out to him which he doesn't reply, I must still get his food and bring them to him. Otherwise his mother would say I never take care of him, and only care for my own hunger. Oh yes, one must put up a good show in front of his mother. But you know what? I don't give a damn. From someone who never even give me a single gift when we got married, or when I had a baby, from someone who was pretty reluctant to take care of baby, from someone who complained that I had to work late, like it's my choice, and am not taking care of baby. I say, BAH.

Oh yes, there I was eating the grapes that sis-in-law brought, and she said I must leave some for hubby, but I know my guy doesn't like grapes, for they are too sickenly sweet for his throat, and I said so, and suddenly ... oooh, I've become the evil wife who wants all the grapes for herself and none for her precious son which means I don't care for him!

You know, sometimes I wonder why she does that. Does she want me to leave her son so that she'll be happy that he's miserable? Or maybe she simply doesn't like to see me happy. *shrug* ... Like I care.

I gained about seven kilos when I was pregnant, and lost ten after that. I'm perpetually hungry, I'm overworked, and I don't have time even for yoga. Yes, I'm whining. This is my blog and I can whine all I like. Don't read it if you don't like. I haven't whine for a long time, and I have no one to whine to. Whining to my mother is not satisfactory. She just isn't a good listener.

That night baby and I went out for dinner with the sis-in-law, her kids and my pil. Without poor hubby who had to work late. Originally we were supposed to eat somewhere near the area, but plans changed, and we went somewhere central. SIL was nice and offered to drive me and baby back home after that. But noooo ... mil said that's too troublesome for her, and so I got dropped at hubby's workplace and had to wait one hour for him to finish. Poor baby didn't get his sleep again (slept at 1am). I guess we just aren't important at all. And I guess she just wasn't too pleased that I wanted to eat with them too. After all, she'd dapaoed some fish soup rice for me. :X

And yes, I am a bit upset that she thinks poorly of me. There are days when I rushed from work to go help hubby because he's alone. There are nights when baby and I go down and help him till late in the night and poor baby doesn't get his sleep, and neither do I have enough. I cooked lunch and dinner as often as I can, so that hubby doesn't always eat hawker food. I not only wash his clothes, I scrub them before putting them in the washing machine. I get back ache from bending and washing clothes but I still scrub each and every shirt of his. I iron his clothes. I make breakfast for him unless I'm too tired which is like always now. I clean the house during the weekdays when it gets too dirty. I take care of baby all alone when I'm home from work. What right does she have to say I never take good care of her son? What right does she have to critisise me? When hubby got sick, I got blamed. I never give him fruits, I never cut tomatos for him. Good grief. I never get any special treatment from hubby. Before and after, and never any special treatment from her either. There are times when we go to my parents' place for dinner after which I get dumped at TP with baby and we have to take the long train ride home. That is definitely no special treatment.

People who have nothing good to say should simply keep their mouths shut before it rots.

So see, I got lots of things to whine about and get off my chest.

I finally caved in and bought baby a pacifier. It said on it 'I love mama'. Heh heh. :) There's another one which said 'Dad's the best'. But that's for >12 months. Hope he doesn't need one by then! I was tired of being his human pacifier. The first time I gave to my boy, he kept popping it in and out of his mouth, and bit everywhere except the teat. I had to grab his hands and popped the pacifier proper into his mouth. He's a fast learner for sure. Looks like he likes it pretty much. *sigh* Boys ... all so insecure one, the neighbour's girl didn't need one. Oh well.

You might have read about Wen and her addiction with Chinese dramas. Me? I have my animes. Ohhh yes. Talk about addiction. At the height of my depravement, I watched non-stop through the night. Say, Full Metal Alchemist, 51 episodes in all, say, about 25 minutes each. I remember that time, I came home, watched through dinner till 3 or 4am, rested for an hour, went to work, came home, repeat and finished it within two or three days. I win hands down. Ha. Hunter X Hunter also got me hooked. But the good news is that, good animes are pretty rare. Heh. Right now, I got interested in another one. It's very comical, a little crazy aka gay, got lovely graphics, and the plot seems interesting too. Heh. Hubby rolled his eyes the first time he saw it. But you know, it's just cute. Comic relief. :P I quite like the cutsy animes. They're very fun to watch.

Okay, finally the observation which really took the cake: I saw a crazy cab driver stopping in the middle of a yellow box of a T-junction to let off a passenger. And a bus was turning just behind the cab. Cab drivers have traffic rules unbeknownst to anyone else.

I am hungry. :P

Speaking off food, particularly breakfast, nowadays I take my morning drink at work. Four tablespoons of milo plus two tablespoons of condensed milk. Yum yum yum. I wonder who tried to hide the milo behind the other containers on the shelves. Heh, they must have a shock that the milo powder went down so suddenly. Four tablespoons really scrapes the bottom! :p

Friend talk, poo talk,

When you've decided that you want to write, it's better to write first, instead of reading everyone else's blog and getting sidetracked. :P

But Wen's latest post got me sniggering again. You'd think that if she's working in a multi-international company, they would have some, not high tech, but current technology. Who in the stone ages still uses the OHP? Wah cow.

BTW, Sat mornings I'm usually helping my hubby. Can breakfast with me ok?

Most interesting observation of the year: Baby's fart smells exactly like mine!

I failed to mention that last Sunday, baby pooed twice. Once in the morning, so I had him changed in the comfort of the home. The other in the afternoon while we were having our Sunday brunch, which was why I was grumbling about not having any diaper changing facilities in that posh-but-not-impressed-hotel. We were wondering what that awful smell was, when suddenly hubby pointed to baby's pants. Yep, yellow stains. Too late, so were hubby's and my shirt. :P

This week, baby pooed on Friday and Saturday. It was such a non-event. I was not the recipient. Thank god. Heh.

I'm trying not to spend too much money buying fruits. Can cost me almost $30 just visiting the stall. Urrgh. Missed the cherries though. But no, do not stop there. It's not only Wen who's spending money! Darn. Especially when we're not earning any money now. *sigh*

I will stop yoga for a while, and just practise at home as much as I could. Meanwhile, I shall start jogging and perhaps swim when my parents come to watch baby. This morning I set the alarm at 6am, but the body is stronger than the mind. Heh. Oh well, there's always another day. :)

No time for self

That about sums up my life right now. I should start doing yoga at home, since I can hardly ever go for any. Am tempted to get a membership at pure, at least there are classes in the afternoon where I can sneak off after work.

We had sunday brunch at One Ninety today. I must say their service was decidedly poor. And the food wasn't very good either. Won't ever go back again. And there was no baby-diaper changing table in the toilets. Definitely thumbs down.

On Friday, I bought lychees, cherries, durians and mangosteens. Today I bought more lychees, more cherries and more durians. Damn, should stop visiting the fruit stalls.

Taking care of baby and helping out hubby is really really really really stressful. It's not like when I'm at home, I can leave him on the mattress and let him practise his crawling ... or rather, stomach lifting. I have to keep an eye on him all the time, and the only place I can leave him is in his pram, and he doesn't like facing the wall when he's in it. Nor does he like to keep looking at me. *sigh*

Nowadays when I close my eyes, my brain is still playing spider solitaire.

:(

B is for Baby Smile

The Sexy Hand

From Xena ...

Line of Heart
Your Line of Heart is a curved line. You are creative and sensitive. Sometimes ruled by emotions, sometimes by imagination. Sometimes you let feelings get in the way of clear thinking, and often for the better.

Girdle of Venus
You have the line called Girdle of Venus. Few people possess your level of passion. Your desires and needs are many and strong. An artistic nature which can be very original when given freely to expression.

Shape of Fingernails
The tips of your fingers are round. Sometimes other people seem too slow, so you finish their sentences for them. You are bright and intuitive, with a tendency to stick your neck out too far and getting hurt.

Thumb Flexibility
Based on the flexibility level of your thumb you have a good balance between brains and feelings. Don't think things to death, nor follow emotions over a cliff. Your mind can be changed, but the argument has to be convincing.

Highest Mound
Your highest mound is on the base if your thumb. A people person. Outgoing and going out. Likes to laugh and party. Appreciates good food, good friends, and good drink.

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And I've submitted Baby's big smile with the tongue here. Have you submitted yours? :)

The King of Fruits

It's been a while since I've written anything, I know ... but there's hardly anything interesting to write about. Work, rush home, feed baby, or maybe help out hubby, sleep, work ... rather monotonous, and hardly any time for yoga.

Dear hubby is still in the red. He hasn't got his first paycheck yet. I do hope that things will get better for him. My parents are rather strange people. They should be encouraging us, yet they don't always sound extremely positive especially when I go help my dear hubby. Can't help it what. Any good wife would do such a small thing for her husband right? Hmm ... I wonder what do the in laws think. :P

Anyway, the town central is certainly a big money spending place. Everyday I would pass by those stalls and everyday I would leave with big plastic bags. Of what you say? Fruits. :P The King of the fruits and the Queen of the fruits. Durians, mangosteens, lychees, sometimes grapes and the other day, a very heavy bag of oranges from NTUC. Somedays baby would be grouchy and I have to bring him out for walks. So what do I do? Visit the fruit store and get a box of durians. Sat outside on the benches and wallow in the bitter oh-soo-sweet fruits. Baby loves them too! He'll stare at me without blinking and drool, lick my fingers and smack his lips. Heh heh. That last box on Sunday was really fantastic! One whole box all to myself. And it was so perfect! Hubby was rather put off when I finished everything leaving him none. :P

So far all the durians I bought are really good! Okie, the other really good one was the one Wen got for me at Taka. DROOL .... Damn, now I feel like durians. :P

The mangosteens were really good too. I passed by them today, but I ran out of cash. Perhaps I'll get some tomorrow. :) Can't have durians too often though. One box a week is just nice. :) :) :)

Dear hubby had been sick last week. He ran a fever of 39 degrees for a few days. I was so worried. :( Had to stay up at night to check on him, and he certainly didn't appreciate me trying to sponge him! haha. Antibiotics helped, and you know the best part of it all? He had the same thing a few weeks back and he didn't finish his antibiotics that time! Lesson learnt eh? Some people must kenna whacked left right and centre then can learn. Ha. Then again, I understand how it happened. One gets so busy one forgets to pop the pills. The last time I was on antibiotics I forgot to take the last one. Bleah.

Baby came down with some slight fever on Monday. Cried a bit when we forcedfed him panadol. Fortunately he seems in top shape right now. :) Did I just hear him whimper? Yikes. Baby is still coughing though. At times. Seems to be rather bad. The phelgm. His poor little lungs.

So the other day I blew a balloon for him ...

And he was so extremely entertained by it.

Three blind mice

Dear hubby is sick again tonight. He's sleeping off the parcetamol right now. It means no work equals no money. *sigh* Dear baby is also a little bit sick. He's sleeping side by side with hubby right now. Hope the small one doesn't get squashed. Heh.

It means I have some time to myself. :) But I can't go for yoga. *sigh*

They gave me back my old class, and took away the better of the worse classes. Damn damn damn. I don't want the old class back! And I'd rather they took that awful class away. *sigh* Now it translates to many many remedials to catch up. :(

I've become quite a TV addict nowadays. Hooked on CSI, House, Top Gear ... to name a few. One of the latest Top Gear had me in stitches. Jeremy, James and the gay guy (I forgot the name) are really cute. I loved the one they challenged one another on a amphibious vehicle. Jeremy modified a small truck and put in a jet engine. Richard (the gay guy ... I think that's the name) transformed a small minivan (minibus?) into a big and heavy ship. And James is the best! He used a car and did a sailing boat. With all that sails too! I can't explain. You just have to watch it.

Then again ... well, the challenge involved them driving around somewhere to reach the lake. James sailboat kept hooking onto trees and hanging cables. Somewhere in the middle, it died and hitched a lift to the lake. I think Richard's boat was too heavy. It died many times too. And Jeremy's seems to be the most problem-free. Anyway, the best part was ... Richard's boat sunk almost immediately when it went into the water. It was too heavy and he forgot to waterproof his boat. Jeremy was doing very very well. He reached the end point, and did too sharp a turn, and the whole amphibian vehicle capsized. Just a couple of feet from land. So slow and steady James was the overall winner after all.

Gosh, I must watch it again! :)

And House too had me in stitches. Can't wait for the next season!

Whoa ... did I just see an ant crawling around my keyboard?

B is for beri sian

I am beri sian because

1. I hate cordless mouse and keyboard. When the bloody things batteries died, it's so much trouble. Took me at least fifteen minutes to find good working damn batteries. Why do guys like such technology?

2. I can't go for yoga tonight because no one takes care of baby. Can I give him away?

3. Baby woke up three times again last night and cried his head off. Can I give him away?

4. Stupid printer also gives me so much problem. All these new tech stuffs really sucks.

5. :(

I wanna go yoga. :(

B is for buy!

Working for hubby is definitely an eye opener. One gets to see things one doesn't normally see. Haha. Some quite gross of course. And it didn't get any easier because baby wanted to help as well. Most of the time was spent playing with him and watching House. Heh. And dear hubby is such a relentless taskmaster. I get scolded too, you know. Sniff.

Oh, and there were so many goondu people who didn't know how to read signs. Hubby can't sack me otherwise he would have done so. Hahaha. I scolded each and every goondu person who interrupted my solitare. Under my breath of course. :P

Anyway, that was that. How to make myself happy? I bought two pairs of shoes at the Tods sale. Woohoo! Now trying to see the shoes Wen got. Memory on hp is full so can't receive her message yet. Gotta upload to computer. Heh. Gee, I can't believe she only bought one pair. There were a few more I had wanted to get, but ... *shrug*

Oh dear, baby just fell backwards and kok his head on the floor. Well, there was a mattress under him. Must get a thicker mattress though. The kok was quite loud and he cried pretty loudly. Too bad the rocker was in the car. Baby doesn't seem to want to sleep at all right now. *Sigh*

B is also for beer and baby scoundrel

Baby doesn't want to drink water at all. In fact, he doesn't even want to drink anything from the milk bottle. We did a simple test today. My father passed him the milk bottle. He sqirmmed and pushed it away. My father then passed him a beer can. Whoa ... baby boy grabbed it and immediately put it to his mouth. Another time, baby gaze was fixed on the TV. My father held the milk bottle in front of him. No reaction. Milk bottle was transparent. Then my father held the beer can in front of him. Without leaving his gaze from the TV screen, baby dearest reached out for the beer can and put it to his mouth. Win already eh?

Did I mention baby dearest has his two front teeth. :) Sooo cute! Heh.

Dearest hubby missed the most spectacular event of the year today. He wasn't at home when it happened. Four days worth of very smelly and slimy brown poo. Two explosions. During change of diapers, he was still oozing brown stuffs. Eeeugh. Guess who was the unfortunate one who had to clean his butt. Eeeugh.

We are upgrading baby dearest to XL diapers. His butt crack shows through when he wears the L diapers. Someone got big butt! Wen should be his godmother. They have a common feature! :P

We are seriously considering to get him a potty on wheels and place him on the potty all day when he runs out of diaper sizes. :X :)

So here he is, my cute little imp ... almost six months old now!

Peace in the house

I am at home now, minus a baby. Peace has descended. Gosh ... this is like ... so shiok, no baby to worry about. Baby is at his granny's place, being dotted upon and overfed. :P

It's been a while since I've done Astanga Yoga. Damn it, I was so breathless after almost an hour in it. Can't do all those vinyasa towards the end, and my heart felt funny for a while. I am soo soo out of practice. *sigh* I'm not really aching so much actually, but I can feel all my hamstrings are extremely tight. With the seven day free pass, I hope I can go more often during this period.

I'm starting to introduce baby to other foods besides breastmilk. We had the packets of rice cereals and mil even made brown rice (powdered) for him. Baby dear however, doesn't seem to appreciate that at all. We prepared brown rice with water and milk and gave it to him in a milk bottle, and feeding him that is like asking for his life. He cries when he sees us bringing the milk bottle to him! Heh. All he wants is breastmilk. *slaps forehead* ... Oh yes, he'd rather go hungry than to have the bottle.

So I've bought this for him today, it makes mashing fruits easier. :)

Coming home today isn't all about relaxing. I've to wash the clothes are tidy the house a bit. But ... perhaps there's time to catch a nap. :)

zzZ.

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P.S: OH how I hate those people who come asking for donations for some charity. Arrgh. You don't force people to donate nor do you blackmill. Can I complain?

B is for busy

I swear that when the holidays are here, I'm even more busy! One week flew by just like that. Now that the boys are sleeping, I finally get some time to myself. :)

Dear hubby really pushed the car to its limits. On thursday night after I dropped off Wen and picked up hubby, the car finally gave a shudder and almost laid to rest. Almost. Somehow something got stuck somewhere, engine misfired, but fortunately we could still go a phutthering all the way home at second gear. We didn't dare to park the car at the basement carpark, instead we parked along the road for the night. Next morning, we went a phutthering to the car doctor.

Engine oil was due to change some 8000km ago. Brakes were practically worn out. There was something wrong with the gearbox and injection coils. The car doctor told us to bring the car back to the agent to get free stuffs fixed. So we went a phutthering all the way to Leng Kee. Driving at 50 to 70 km/h on the highway was quite and adventure. And the engine was phuttering and the car was shaking all the way.

Today we picked up the car from the agent and went a zooming to get the car serviced. Poor car. It used to get a bath from everyday to once a week to never bathe for few months. And when it was due for servicing we just happily ignored it. Only when the car was at deathbed that we finally brought it to see the doctor, dragging its poor engine all the way around spore. Heh.

We were telling baby that next time when he grows up he might want to be a car doctor. Hey, just two hours of tinkering with it and they're seven hundred plus dollars richer. That's more that what his dad takes home in a week! Yep, baby shall be a car doctor next time. His father whispered into his ear that next time when he brings his cars to see him, he will charge him only ten dollars for each of them. I whispered into his other ear that he'll charge a thousand dollars each, and boy ... baby will be a millionaire in no time!

*****
Baby fell off the bed the other night. I was too tired and slept too soundly. :( I was feeding him and dozed off. The next moment I heard a bump and baby dear was already on the floor. Poor baby. He cried a bit but stopped when I cuddled him.

The last couple of days, baby hadn't been sleeping very well at night. He kept waking up every hour. The first time I didn't know why, and was too tired to discover why. Only in the morning, I decided to rub his tummy and massage it and I did the same last night. He slept soundly after that. I guess he was a little constipated. Hadn't been pooing constantly after I started him on rice cereal. And goodness, now his poo really really stank! And it's like an explosion of brown awful looking and smelly stuffs. Urrgh. Hubby wanted to change jobs with me. Ha. :P

But baby was really really good when I brought him to the yoga demo. Heh heh. :) He just loved all that noise and all that people!

tao sa bao

Yep, when you've nothing better to do ... that's what you do for your kid. Heh heh

Every parent would think his/her kid is cute. Mine is definitely the cutest. I guess the main reason is my baby really loves to smile and laugh. That's why everyone says he's cute.

Baby has finally gotten his highchair. He can now sit and eat with all of us. Previously we had to place him in his rocker on the floor when we were at the table, and he would be protesting loudly. Now he has his own chair and he can bang his spoons and plates while we eat. :P

Main reason we're starting him on semi-solids and fruits. Kinda hard to hold and feed him at the same time. Most of the rice cereal I gave him still ended around his mouth and not in it. The battle is still on-going. Baby keeps pushing the food out and smiling gleefully at me. Humf. He doesn't want to drink water too. Oh dear.

More cute photos coming up. Only via email. ;)

Something ...

So much for doing yoga. I went to class on Wednesday morning, chirpy and eager to start doing lots of poses. Halfway through the class, I felt decidedly faint. Giddy. Didn't had much of a dinner and not much of a breakfast. Waah .... had to time out for fifteen minutes to stop shaking. And had a sweet to load up on some glucose. *sigh* Wen wrotes about women's thighs quaver like jelly. Ha .. that was how my thighs were, different context though. :P

Last week I forgot to bring baby's milk bottle to the in-laws place. Yesterday I forgot to bring his diapers. Heh. Poor baby had a very dirty butt by the time we picked him up. MIL did wash him and lined his diaper with toilet paper ... but still. That's the problem with bringing him to and fro. I had a set of everything at my mom's place, but nothing at the inlaws. And that morning there were so many things to carry. Rocker + pot of orchard + big bag of heavy scripts + hubby's and my big bag of gold bars + bag of milk. Oh, and not forgetting big heavy baby! Plus we were already late. It's no wonder things get left out. I guess the diaper bag was just forgotten.

I miss my baby when I'm at work.

It's such a pity Tetanus is not blogging anymore. :(

Bane of my life.

Durians are the bane of my life. The first time I had durians early in the month, I came down with a sore throat for many days. Recently I had durians again. Now I have a huge ulcer on my tongue. Wahhh ... why am I so unlucky! @(

It hurts so much I can't quite eat solid food. Now drinking milk. No more cookies.

Question: What does one do when one is very tired and very hungry?
Answer: Drink milk and blog about how tired and hungry one is. :P

Hmm ... I think I shall go and sleep first. ... To be continued.

Resident Evil

Last night, we had a new resident to our little cosy home. He was a town chap and he had moved to the countryside. As of an hour ago, I found that he had been residing in the toilet downstairs.

Last night, dear hubby brought home a box of butter rolls his mom gave him a couple of days ago. I opened the box and out jumped a horrid little icky lizard. Yes, I screamed, dropped the plate, and danced about to avoid stepping on it as it scuttled under the sofa. Damn. And hubby got so philosophical about it! That was definitely one less lizard at his workplace. Ha, no thanks.

So just a while ago, I discovered the lizard making himself very comfortable in the toilet. Too bad the water wasn't hot when I sprayed at him. Damn it. So now he had disappeared to heaven knows where. Better not let me see him again. Remember the last episode when I encountered a lizard? They don't live long when they see me!

Grrr. Horrid little lizard. Must get hubby to kill it but he's just sooo .. unhelpful.

And ants have over-ran my kitchen. Damn damn damn.

:(

Wu Qing

Lunch was awful today. Two pieces of cold sardines, and piece of bitter stewed bittergourd, and lots of tomato sauce. I felt like vomiting after trying the bittergourd, and totally lost my appetite after that.

I left early at work and rushed home to pick up baby's milk bottle, which was left behind, and rushed down to the in laws place. No milk bottle = no milk. I have one set of almost everything at my parents' place, but nothing at the in laws place. So poor baby was spoonfed. MIL said he cried a lot, but he managed to finish the rice cereal. Oh well.

I asked for permission to leave early. He said if you need to, then you go. But can't your in laws go somewhere and buy a milk bottle? And he said a lot of rubbish in between. Of course I need to go! It's so inconvenient for them to go out with a baby to buy a milk bottle! And besides the kids have finished and gone home, and I've done my duty, can't you simply say ok, you heartless man? Why so scared of what? Evil heartless people. Ha.

I don't care, and I left early and rushed down with the milk bottle. Dear baby was sleeping peacefully. Heh. But of course the next feed would have problems without a milk bottle.

I guess when one becomes a mother, one priorities would shift. I don't want my boy to grow up neglected or unwanted. I don't want to be the busy mother who puts her boy second to everything else. You see a lot of children end up being horrible kids because their parents simply have no time for them. They give them everything except their pressence.

Oh well.

I drove baby home alone in the car. He sat up in the front seat and was pretty good the whole journey. Whimpered a bit now and then, but didn't cry, thank goodness. :) Don't need Wen leow. heh heh heh. Bleah. Called him a perv. Ah bish. And taught him wrong things like spoilt spelled as sport. DUH. :P

Baby is now sleeping happily. :) And I'm sooo hungry.

Baby talk

Dear baby had his final jab. He was soo brave .. or rather, so uninterested in the whole procedure. He didn't cry when the needle went in. Not even a whimper. He was just smilling throughout. My dear baby! So brave. And dearest hubby was simply wonderful! :)

And just when I was commenting to Wen that baby was so good and quiet today in the car, he immediately started protesting and howled his lungs out. Bleah.

My dear baby boy is just so cute! :)

Darn, Wen called him a perv when he tried to grab her boobs. Duh. Baby hungry lah. Humf.

And I've seen Bitsy. I'm so utterly speechless. C should sign his name on it since it really took a lot of effort. Heh heh. Material for blackmail though. Evil laughter.

So Wen was supposed to be saving money. She wasn't tempted by evil me to skip her classes and go for yoga and sale, but somehow she managed to get to the sale and spend money again. *Shakes head* Better save some for the tods sale!

While I was queueing up for my brother this afternoon, I overheard a lady calling her man daddy. Oh groooosssssss. Why do women call their husbands daddy? Hello, the husband is not her daddy. It makes my hair stand when women call their husbands daddy. It's sooo ... incestuous, or I dunno how to explain. Yucks. And if you look carefully at those women who call their husbands daddy, you'd realise that their husbands are usually the mousey-listen-to-wife-and-probably-also-scared-of-wife types. Duh Duh Duh. Can't the wifes call them by their names, if they don't want to use an endearment?

I would like to watch MI2 and X-men. Do not want to wath Da Vinci code. The book is crap anyway. Plot is crap and utterly predictable. I think I wrote once how crappy the whole story was. I can't believe such a book can be a best seller. It's so utterly unintelligent and cliche. I never bothered to read any of his books after that. The whole story was so flat. Why did they make a movie out of it?

I guess I'm not the only one who feels the froze emitting out of her. :X She doesn't even look at you when she walks pass you. All this talk about family, when you aren't even treated like one. Irony irony.

I've moved!

No longer am I sitting at the junction where every pair of eyes walking pass me can see what I'm doing. This new place is still not that great, but at least there's a pillar to hide me somewhat, and I've built a few condos behind me. Hmm, need to build the condos a bit higher. Perhaps I'll move again.

At least I'm not right under the air-con. It's really dusty sitting underneath the air-con, but the disadvantage is that now there's hardly a breeze. Ah well.

It's the time of the year where we'll be working the wrists. Red is for marking, blue and black is for them, and green is for corrections. I told the kids that if they do the whole paper with pencil, I'll take the trouble to use an eraser and clean off all the pencil markings. How nice I am! :P

Wen was saying how she was drinking five cups of milo a day. Well ... I don't drink five cups, but everyday I'll have my 3 teaspoons heap milk + 4 teaspoons heap milo + 2 teaspoons heap condensed milk in the morning. And just a while ago, I made myself a cup of 3-in-1 milo. Nothing out of the ordinary, but one packet of the 3-in-1 didn't really taste very nice, so I added another packet. Heh heh. It was nice and thick, and the bottom was so thick that I added extra water. Is that sinful or what?

Note to self: Need to bring a spoon to work. I was tempted to use a pen to stir my drink, but decided that I don't need more stomachaches. So I covered the cup with the lip and shake it up. It's a good thing milo doesn't stain on paper after it is wiped off by a tissue!

Just remembered ...

Where's my birthday cake? And no candles to blow? Sniff sniff. :(

So baby is finally asleep, clothes are in the wash, and here I am ... no animes to watch since there's hardly any good ones either. Would have gone to parents' place for big prawns, but hubby is working tonight, and I have a slight headache. No big prawns and abalone.

Now I'm sad.

Smile

I'm so cute! :P

Baby at five months

I'm big! :)


I'm bigger!! :)


I can sit and blow bubbles!! :O

The day I lost my handphone

So how unlucky can one get on one's birthday?

There I was walking along the pavement, pushing my heavy baby along in the pram, when my phone rang, and it was PM who told me why we had changed from dinner to lunch and didn't tell her. I had sms her a few times, not my problem if she didn't read her messages huh? :P

So I dropped my phone in my bag, it's kinda hard to struggle with so many things with only one hand, and the heavy baby in the pram, so I guess the phone didn't drop into the bag as it was supposed to, but dropped onto the ground, which I didn't notice.

Actually at that point in time, I remembered distinctly that I should check if my phone had gone into the bag, that I had a strange feeling at that point that something was wrong, like time froze a minute while I stood at the crossroad, but I shrugged it off and continued to push my dear heavy baby in his pram.

So while in the train I was wondering why no news from PM yet, so I thought I'll sms her. And panic hit, I couldn't find my phone no matter how hard I searched. And that moment in time flashed into my head, and I had a sinking feeling that my handphone is gone. Oh woe .... all my contacts and of all the days! :(

I rushed out of the train, with my dear heavy baby in his pram, and thought of going back to trace my phone, but I was going to be late, so I borrowed a phone from the security guy and called my number but no one answered. So the next best thing is to call dear hubby. :P

And guess what, he had everything in control! Heh. I wonder if he heard the panic in my voice. Ahh ... but he sounded rather smug. :P Still love him. Heh. Apparently someone picked up the phone and he got the contact of the person who picked it up. Yay. I know my brother picked up a phone once and he threw away the sim card and kept the phone. Rotten fellow eh? Good thing not everyone is like that. Heh.

Good thing I made myself memorise dear hubby's number after the last time I forgot my handphone and couldn't remember his new number.

And there I was, mulling over my head, wondering how to contact min ... and slowly, her number came into my mind. Good thing she has never changed her handphone number too. I can't remember all those new numbers. I think once I hit 25 I stopped remembering things. :P

And it's definitely a good thing I had lots of ten cent coins this time too. Heh.

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Min gave me a soft-toy octopus for my birthday. I am soo .... speechless. I guess when one has a baby, one will slowly cease to exist. :P Okie, she did give me some kino vouchers and other stuffs ... but still ... it's my birthday!! SNIFF. :P

PM gave me a yoga book ... err, a bit for the beginner. I should give it back to her as birthday present! She should be reading it! Ha. Well, perhaps I could read it and memorise all the sanskit names and go and teach yoga. :X

Wen gave me a C&E bathrobe. Now that is ex. I knew it was ex because I went to look at it before and decided that it was not worth getting. So I bought two cheap ones after that. Heh heh. Whoops ... but still, it's nice to have another one. I can always wear it when the other's in the wash. Wen was wondering why I wanted a bathrobe. It's useful to cover over when one wants to go swimming, and it's extremely useful when you're halfway in your bath and baby started screaming. :P

Oh well ... next time I'll just tell everyone what I want. Heh.

Now how come this year I never get a single birthday card? Grrrr.

PS: Baby really love the octopus. It had eight legs and he loves chewing each and every one of them. :) At least someone is extremely satisfied!

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7

Seven dreams before death:
1. To have dear hubby with me until I am old and die.
2. To walk on the beach somewhere far away, hand in hand with dear hubby, with the smell of seawater in the air and the crunchy sand in the feet, seeing the setting sun and waiting for the stars to come out.
3. Sleep on a open beach again with millions and millions of stars above me, looking at the milky way and trying to catch more shooting stars, and have dear hubby next to me.
4. Write (and be paid for it too). *heh*
5. To travel to many different places and explore castles and dungeons and graveyards with dear hubby.
6. To have lots and lots of money (maybe strike lottery, heh) and don't have to work and can buy whatever I want.
7. To be good at yoga.

Seven things I can’t do in this lifetime:
1. Kill somebody (like the bosses).
2. Burn down some buildings (like where I'm working).
3. Kill all those whiny spoilt extremely naughty kids.
4. Tell all those parents to wake up and take care of their kids properly.
5. Tell all the people in the world not to have kids if they aren't going to take care of them properly.
6. Change the leaders of the country.
7. Have magical powers.

Seven things that attract me:
1. Intelligence
2. Beautiful eyes
3. Sincere smiles
4. Laughter
5. Good books
6. Freshly baked nice-smelling cookies
7. Rainy/cloudy days

Seven things I say:
1. shit
2. okay
3. darling
4. really
5. actually
6. oi
7. then ...

Seven books that I love:
1. Dragonlance Chronicles -- Tracy Hickman and Margaret Weis
2. Dragonlance Legends -- Tracy Hickman and Margaret Weis
3. Howl's Moving Castle -- Diana Wynne Jones
4. To Kill a Mockingbird -- Harper Lee
5. The Belgariad -- David Eddings
6. Death Gate Cycle -- Tracy Hickman and Margaret Weis
7. Good at Games -- Jill Mansell

Seven movies that I’ve loved:
1. My Sassy Girl
2. Labyrinth
3. The Muppet Christmas Carol
4. Spirited Away
5.
6.
7.

To be continued ... have to find out what are the names of the movies I've watched. Me bad at remembering names.

And I don't have seven people reading my blog. :P And those who read my blog have been tagged. :X

Only one tag:
1. Yogini Wen (now that she has a blog)

I, Me, Moi.

I AM: happy
I WANT: to know how to get my sleeping baby out the car and into the house onto the bed without waking him up.
I WISH: I have lots and lots of money. :P
I HATE: all types of politics and stupid people.
I MISS: the food at alia manggis.
I FEAR: not being able to be a good mother to my baby.
I HEAR: things that I do not want to hear.
I WONDER: why people are sometimes so foolish.
I REGRET: not being more confident when I was younger.
I AM NOT: as young as I looked.
I DANCE: when I was young.
I SING: to my baby to make him sleep, except that he'll be even more awake and I'll be yawning away.
I CRY: when I'm sad.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: as cheerful as I look.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: a knitted vest for my dear hubby.
I WRITE: my thoughts for myself.
I CONFUSE: days and time sometimes.
I NEED: a holiday.
I SHOULD: be tidying up the house instead of sitting here writing. :P
I START: a lot of things.
I FINISH: nothing.
I LOVE: my hubby and my baby.
I REMEMBER: too many things some unwanted.

Midnight ramblings

The last time I sat here and started up blogger, I was interrupted by dear baby who howled. It's 2am now, and the boys are quiet, so I get some time to read and perhaps write. :P

No time to complete the tags yet.

Wen's latest post on the Moo-Moo song is hilarious. And check out her link to an authentic cow song. Priceless.

My throat is screaming in pain. So pain so pain. :( I guess I never really recovered from that bout of flu yet, and eating the crabtree and evelyn cookies yesterday that Wen gave me was not a smart move. Damn, the breakfast cookies tasted so yummy with milk! :)

Baby had bad runny nose last night. He cried for one hour and I was alone to hold the fort. Carried him till arms and back ache. No need to do yoga can get enough exercise. Was quiet worried about him, why do babies cry so much? Perhaps he was in pain? *sigh* He finally cried himself to sleep after I smarten up and put him in the carrier. Duh.

Am a bit stoned to write properly.

Last week we went to the Imperial Herbal for the FIL grand 70th birthday. Well, I loved the soup best. Buddha jumped over the wall! Heh heh. First time I tasted it. Soup very thick and just nice. The rest of the dishes are so-so. We had cod-fish, pork-ribs, sea-cucumber and noodles. I thought the gravy on the cod-fish was a bit too much, I'd prefer my cod-fish without any gravy, just simply fry/bake/etc no condiments required. And everything was a little too sweet and a little too salty. They didn't have any of those weird insect dishes, thank goodness, due to some extreme cold weather back in China, the insects died (or something, haha). And for dessert, too bad they didn't order that sweet potato yam thingy - I loved that one! :P But instead we had a sinfully rich chocolate cake from the bakery at Raffles Hotel, so sinful, the chocolate cake was made of real thick chocolate, it's like eating chocolate, not cake! Wah, cannot eat too much one this one, too rich for anything. Delicious though. Heh. I can do chocolates anytime, not just not too much.

Younger brother said he wanted to treat me for my birthday. Now ... where is a good place to get him to pay for a good meal? Heh. We think and think and think - he wasn't interested in Mediterranean food, and we think and think and think, and I think we kinda decided on Lei, and we'll get the peking duck. :P He's paying what. :) At first he wanted to treat me to a chocolate buffet, but I shudder at that thought.

Sooo ... people will be asking me out for a meal soon ... where are the good places for a good meal? Yep, Wen and I used to go around places and try out food and write reviews about them - those were the good old days. But on my own, I hardly eat out, and hubby isn't exactly an adventuous kind. Even now, with Wen, we tend to go to places where we know they're good. Must get more pple to recommend good eating places!

Anyway what Wen said is true. Doing yoga does change the appetite. Most of the time I like my food simple and home-cooked. The way mom cooks or I cook. :) And I like the soup. Tonight we went over to mom's place for dinner, and her onion-potato-carrot-tomato-porkribs-chickenbone soup was heavenly. Plus chicken and beef steak. Heh heh. I think I eat more at her place than at home. And I'm 2kg less from my original weight. Poor me! :P

The other night while I was sleeping, I dreamt that I was eating mouth-watering meltingly delicious durians! Waah ... :) Hubby bought four boxes for durians for me the next day. Four boxes for three bucks. Not bad eh? Not bad the durians too, and another nail into my throat. :P

I like the durian roll and goodwood park hotel. :) Die ah ... throat better recover else no need to eat anything!

Alamak, 2.30am, and thinking and writing about food! Too bad my throat really hurts and I can't swallow :( else I'll go dig for more cookies and milk. :P

And I do like Wen's cooking, especially her ox-tail stew. Wah ... I'm sad she never invite me to eat her ox-tail stew nowadays. Then again, she got C to wipe clean the dishes, no need me leow. hahhaa. I remember when we eat together (at her place or anywhere) I'm always the one finishing up every dish, because don't waste what, and she's such a tiny eater. Nowadays do yoga must control - don't eat too much! :X

Cookies and milk? :p

The end story that interests

Okie, so I got hooked on Rome finally after watching the last episode yesterday. Now I understand why hubby reads books from the middle or even from the back. Or perhaps it was because I had time to sit down and watch it together with hubby and baby. And it wasn't late at night, for I'm always too tired by then.

And it was the last episode that I realised that blonde hair chap hero guy was called Vorenus. Dear hubby tried explaining the plot to me, but I didn't really catch what he was trying to say. :P So I found this.

During the show, when Ceaser was stabbed many times, and finally Brutus stabbed him, I was waiting for Ceaser to say, 'Et tu, Brutus?' Waited and waited and waited .... but the tyrant died without saying anything! Wah ... cheated! And I thought Mark Anthony was killed or ordered away by Ceaser before that fatal day? Why was he still alive at the end? Hmm ...

And the gauls came into the senate!! There I was telling dear hubby, You see, Ceaser conquered all the gauls except for a small village of gauls who refused to surrender to Ceaser. And dear hubby looked at me strangly and laughed and laughed crazily after that.

Yep, a skewered history indeed.

Whatever much I knew about Julius Ceaser was the little from Shakespeare and most from Asterix and Obelix. I don't think I've really read Shakespeare's Julius Ceaser, but somehow I know bits and pieces of the story. Don't ask me how!

Anyway I was hooked onto the story after hubby told me the most interestingly funny part: that Pullo was the only one who had a happy ending (he had the pretty slave girl in the end) and he was the one who created all the trouble in the first place. Heh. Cute.

So here I am, digging for more of the story. Yep, can learn from hubby: to read the ending/middle first of any story.

The Art of Nothingness

Goodness gracious triple damnations. The comments in Wen's blog is the pits. Now I can't even log in! What the ... #@$%!! And I don't feel any better after sending her an SMS to complain about her comments page. Grrrr. Seems only her patient cowabunga chap is still bothering to comment. That's what boyfriends are for I guess. Heh heh. :P

By the way, cows have four stomachs, not three.

:)

I too, look forward to the durian season. This afternoon, I saw some pretty good ones at the central. Yum ... But my voice is still recovering, so I don't think it's going to be a good idea to take any at the moment yet. I like my durians a little bittersweet with soft smooth moist flesh. How do you like yours?

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Today they got a parent to come and teach yoga. After five minutes into it, I was like thinking to myself ... huh? You call this yoga? Gee, I can teach them better. Duh. Everything was done haphazardly. I rolled my eyes.

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If there is no one to contest, it doesn't mean that everyone supports you. Why do they all make it sound like so? Huh?

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I miss my dear hubby even more now. :(

Baby is growing out of his clothes very fast. I will have to buy more stuffs for him soon. Me bad, hardly buy things for him! Most of the clothes he's wearing right now are from friends. :P We didn't have many hand-me-downs either. All his cousins are big boys now, and all their baby clothes are gone. Gee, I was really shopping at the last most minute, I remember I had to ask Wen to help me get more mittens while I was lying in bed after birth then. And we were still buying stuffs for baby two days before he was due!

Reading this makes me think of those times when I was carrying my baby too. Heh heh.

And we forgot to get diapers for him even after he arrived! Good thing we had some free stuffs from the hospital, and from our neighbours and friends. Very disorganised eh? :P

I think I'm teaching baby that stress = eat. Oh dear. *slaps forehead* Is he going to grow up to be like youknowho? He's definitely big for his size. Some neighbour a few floors down thought he was at least eight months old. Another was saying to his kids, you boys are so skinny! Look at that baby! He's so .... *ten minute pause* ... ... ... chubby! *rolls eyes* I could hear his brain ticking overtime to think of a politically correct relevant word. I could hear the echo of the original word resounding through his brain. Ya, say it. Fat. But baby doesn't look it. He's just big for his size. And baby's so cute! So cute and cuddly and I love him so! :)

Will put more pics up soon when I buy batteries for the camera. :P

Non essential stuffs

Your Brain's Pattern

Your brain is always looking for the connections in life. You always amaze your friends by figuring out things first. You're also good at connecting people - and often play match maker. You see the world in fluid, flexible terms. Nothing is black or white.

What Pattern Is Your Brain?

Your Personality Is

Rational (NT) You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas. You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy! Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people. In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally. You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in thought. Those who understand you best are fellow Rationals. In love, you tend to approach things with logic. You seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent. At work, you tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia. With others, you are very honest and direct. People often can't take your criticism well. As far as your looks go, you're coasting on what you were born with. You think fashion is silly. On weekends, you spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things.

The Three Question Personality Test

~From Tetanus

Baby's gold

One would have thought that one is stealing all his gold by the way he whimpers and cries everytime one tries to wipe his snot off his nose. My dear baby hates to have his face wiped, or his nose cleaned for that matter. Is he going to grow up to be a dirty baby? Whacks his backside!

Baby's voice is also a bit squeaky. Seems that we both have the same symptomes! Heh.

Taking care of baby is not difficult, if he only eats, sleeps and shits. In between when he is awake, you have to be his entertainer, his walker, his voice ... basically, his everything. He wants to be carried, he wants to look around, so you have to carry him and walk to places which are interesting. He's bored, he wants to be entertained, so you have to make funny faces or read to him or play with him. He wants to hear your voice, you sing to him or talk to him or make funny noises for him to laugh. He wants to sleep, you have to rock him till he sleeps. He is the KING. And you're the slave.

If you have all the time in the world, and need not do anything else, then perhaps it isn't too difficult after all. :P

Otherwise you can be that kind of carer, who simply shut the ears and be oblivious to baby's whinnings and complains. Heh. Most guys are like that, that's why women are more harrassed taking care of babies than men.

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Hubby does take care of me and baby. He has been bathing baby for the past few days, seeing as how I'm sick. At night, he'd wake up and get baby to sleep when he wakes up and cries, although I have to poke him to get up. :P What else? Well, he nags at me to take antibiotics, perhaps that's the way guys take care of their gals. I'm quite happy the way it is. :) Just can't help it that I'm sick and lost my voice. It was a very horrid cold.

Unfortunately I think those people at work don't understand how seriously ill I am. Their eyes bulged when I took three straight days of MC. Perhaps I should have taken for the whole week, now that I've lost my voice ... isn't it worse now? :(

How now?

Speak no more

And so I've lost my voice. Still.

Just one day back at work, and my recovering status took a nosedrive and everything simply escalated. My eyes also got infected.

Poor baby. He got everything from me, and he was recovering too yesterday. Last night was the worst. Poor baby and his blocked nose. He couldn't sleep well, and he cried quite a bit. I couldn't sleep well either, for every whimper he made woke me up as well, even when I was on medicine which was supposed to cause drowziness. Woke up groggy though.

Only dear hubby slept like a pig. Oink. Had to wake him up to take care of baby. Hey, I'm very sick what! :P

Sidenote

And so I told my head that I'll be reporting sick again today. There's not so much a 'take care' or anything from her. That's why I don't like this place and the people as much. What 'family' ... ha. Even when I had my baby, I didn't sense any care or concern or interest or geniune feelings emitting from the so called 'family'. Ha. And the worst is they want to be known as a 'family'. BS.

Work is work is work. Don't play around with words. The stink of hypocrisy is worse than the smell of cowpat.

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I think this is the first time in my entire life that I've taken so many paracetemol. Popped in two for headaches, later another two for body aches, then another two for fever, then two more for sore throat etc ... otherwise how to survive taking care of baby and trying to help hubby? Good thing mom was here yesterday and today. It was not as bad as Monday. Monday night was the worst. I woke up in the middle of the night with a burning throat. Perhaps I should have popped two more then. But I only took them later in the morning. Gee. Panadol actually helps soothe sore throats! Heh.

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Not many nice animes nowadays. They're showing Gakuen Alice on animax so hope I can catch it where I'm left off! :)

Self Preservation

Baby and I are both down with a really bad cold or flu. Whatever. Well, at least he's slightly better than me as he does not have any fever, but it's so worrying to see him and his stuffy nose. At least I know how to blow my nose! At night, he would be tossing and turning away and breathing through the stuffed nose, making so much noise that I can't sleep! :P So I had been applying some vicks on him, until last night I happened to look at the instructions and it said, for adults and children above two years old. Whoops!

Hmm ... hubby seemed to approve using vicks ... so I guess, can do, eh?

*****
I feel a little bad taking so many days of MC. Today would be the third day, what would they think? Yet, if I go back and shout today, I'll definitely lose my voice. Been there, done that. Lost my voice (twice) before and now I couldn't hit the high notes. And my voice cracks a little when I sing. Don't wanna lose my voice *whimper*. Each time you lose your voice, you get nodes on the vocal cords and your voice becomes more harsh. I wanna keep my sweet voice! So too bad, I must take care of myself for no one else would bother about me.

It is only fools who think that they can go back and not shout. The last time I promised myself that I will not shout, but gave them work to do, and told them to be quiet because I could not use my voice, and they were the good ones too. Yet I ended up shouting in a hoarse voice. One can never never ever talk in a soft voice or not talk at all at work.

Lesson learnt.

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I've always wondered. Why do people call a beefcake a beefcake? I mean, what exactly does it mean? Do you ever make a cake out of beef? There're butter cake, pandan cake, chocolate cake ... but beef cake? That's too much cow in it.

And Wen's honey C shouldn't call himself cow lah. I know I know ... C stands for cow, but hey, he doesn't have like a uterus or an udder or a vagina or whatever else cows have eh? Perhaps Wen should check. Evil laugh. Bull lah, BULL. That's the male/boy/manly/gay? version of cow. I didn't even notice - did he have a sex change?

That should have gone into her comments, but I've given out trying. We who walk the way of Om must not do things that stress ourselves.

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We met up with hubby's sister and her kids a couple of weeks back. Kids grow so fast. I think it was almost one and a half years since I last saw them, and the boys are all taller than I am! No longer chubby, it's like they've been squeeze at the sides and pulled at the head and legs. Elongated and angular. The girls are also a bit more grown up, and did not seem to want to play as much.

They were all hugely entertained by baby though. Baby was a bit stunned to be with so many people all of a sudden. Throughout the early part of the night, he sat there quietly and worriedly and kept on wheedling his thumbs. Not even a sound of whimper from him. If I were to be paranoid, I think he looked petrified!

But later during dinner, he thawed a bit and started babbling a little. When dinner started proper, I walked him around in his pram and he fell asleep. That's my baby. :)

I ate a lot for dinner that night. Polished off quite a bit of bread, had a slice of pizza, half a portion of soup, half a portion of foie gras (which will be the last time I will take it!), 200gm of beef stirloin and one chocolate cake dessert. Beef is only nice with the fats on it! :) When I see those people on Japan Hour eating beef with that kind of fats, oh boy ... do my mouth water!

I also realised that her kids actually speak good English. Without the lahs and lohs and whatnots. Suddenly my lahs and lohs became very loud and harsh in the conversations. I must try to cut down on the lahs and lohs!!! I guess it's a kind of familiarity to speak in singlish, perhaps it makes conversations a bit less formal and a bit more intimate. I dunno, but it feels most strange to speak in perfectly polite english when talking to little kids. Ha ... must learn! Perhaps I shall train little baby to be like that too!

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The coughs start today. Ready, get set, Cough.

The Poo Index Too

The rage is all on talking about the daily poo index. Here too, is the latest news. My dear baby gave two explosive bombshells this morning. During diaper changing, there was a little reddish something about the size of a clipped nail, which looked suspiciously like undigested papaya. Yep, papaya. Dad gave him some last night, and he was tremendously entertained by the taste of it. Looked like the poor papaya pooped all the way out his intestinal tract without being absorbed into his system. Paws paws do not rock.

*****
Yoga yesterday was pretty hot. The asanas Don did wasn't too difficult. Except that while you were into the pose, and you waited for the next instruction, and he went on and on and on to infinitidum. And you started dripping at the tip of your nose and at the tip of your fingertips, and if you could check, you'd be sure that your whole body was soaking wet too.

Damn, hold pose for so long!! Wah ... that increased the difficulty level plus plus. I haven't done such yoga for so long! A bit the rusty!

But I tried the backbend (Urdhva Dhanurasana) and yay! I could push myself up now without any help! Wrist hurt if stayed too long though.

Wanted to take up the challenge and do headstand, but perhaps it was due to lack of breakfast, I toppled over and almost crashed into Wen. Good thing she hadn't lay down on her mat yet. :P

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Inspection was quite an anti-climax. That'd be one less stress off the mind. :) I spent the whole morning fixing up those ikea chairs. Now, if anyone needs help fixing one, call me. I can get them done in five minutes now! Hubby fixed the first one and he took almost half an hour! Guys never follow instructions. Heh.

Baby had his second five-in-one jab. This time there was no comfort milk. He started crying when the alcohol was applied on his skin! Smart boy knows jab was coming. But I guesss the jab wasn't as painful as he expected for he stopped crying almost immediately after that. :P

dysfunctional thoughts

I really envy people who have supportive family in their lives. How I wish that I have such enthusiastic supportive parents too. But nooo ... what do I have? People who made me feel that I'm dumping my kid with them. People who made me feel that they have to take care of my baby until they have got no time even to eat. Or I don't know, many other things.

So what do they want me to do?

They aren't prepared to be grandparents at all. Who's going to take care of baby then? Perhaps at that time, we should have just aborted. Everyone would then be happy huh.

And I can't stop working right now because hubby is setting up on his own, and if things don't go well, the only income is from me. Am I also to be blamed for hubby's decision?

What do they want me to do?

After a stressful day at work, one comes home and hears one's father insinuating that one simply dumps baby with the mother until she has no time to eat, and she still has to do housechores - wash and cook.

I've told her before she doesn't have to do any housework. How can I stop her if she wishes to? And she doesn't have to cook if she doesn't want to. We can always buy back. Although she's one thousand times more particular about the food she eats. And if she doesn't take care of baby, who's going to take care of him? The in-laws are just as problematic, and they aren't always in town. I can't bring baby to school, and we can't afford a maid right now.

What do they expect me to do?

Sometimes I just hate them all.

Are they only happy if I go and sell baby off? Then of course we don't have to worry about no one taking care of him, or that we don't have money.

Even from young, that's what they'll do to me each time.

Will they be happy only if I go jump down from my bedroom back in their old house?

That's what they like to insinuate.

When mom came to take care of me for my confinement, it seems that I owe the whole family one big big huge debt. And so when mom takes care of my baby, it seems that I owe the whole family another huge huge big debt.

And there you read about some people whose parents are hoping to have grandkids, or your colleague whose parents stays with her to take care of her daughter over the week, or parents who actually love their children and are willing to take care of their kids for them.

I don't think my parents love me. Otherwise they're just really dysfunctional.

Or am I the only person who feels that she owes the family a huge huge big debt for even being borned into this world?

Tumbertots

Hubby has finally done it! He had been itching to do it for ages ... Dear baby has finally gotten a taste of how it's like to be upside down!

And he loved it! Well, both of them loved it. :P

For a short while only, because the mummy is worried that baby is too young for such rough play.

Headstand anyone? :P

Or armstand?

Inversions are always wonderful. Heh. I should go and do one right now.

And this morning I was rather stressed, and so I did ten Surya Namasakar! Feels good! Would have done more, except that I wanted to iron some clothes before everyone wakes up.

Nowadays I can wake up very early. Four-thirty sometimes, five most of the times, and six today. It's wonderful how much things can get done early in the morning.

During the pregnancy term however, I was most often tired, and couldn't wake up in the morning. I needed more rest and sleep then. I was slightly anaemic. And so I was severly penalised. And so I remembered, and so I will not forget. What goes around comes around.

We all agreed that MrWalrus was not a good leader at all. No purpose, not organised and dunno where he's going. In fact, many of them are like that too. Me? I'll just do what I need to do, and because of what you did to me, I shan't be too nice to you either.

*smiles sweetly*

Not as if you were very nice to me either. I can smell hypocrisy a mile away.

Although I do not try to be suspicious of everyone and suspect that they're all trying to cheat me. That would be paranoid.

One just needs to do what one needs to do.

If you do a good job, you'll get the credit for doing it. Why look for smoke when there's none? Maybe once bitten, twice shy, but it doesn't mean that you lock yourself up second time and curse everyone that comes knocking. Be wary, be prudent, but not be paranoid.

*shrug*

If I am paranoid, I would think that she had never trusted me or liked me very much. I'm to be blamed for the high cholestrol level because there's no nutritious homecooked food. I'm to be blamed for moving out. I'm to be blamed for having not enough money. I'm to be blamed for starving him when baby's hungry. I'm to be blamed for introducing a friend who's out to take advantage. I'm to be blamed for recommending a contractor who's out to cheat. Gosh. Aren't we glad that I'm not too paranoid after all?

Hmm, I wonder if people actually think of things that way?

Sometimes I do envy her. :)

But I'm a down-to-earth practical taurus, and I don't need other people to define happiness for me.

:P

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So saying ... this year I shall follow Wen and demand for my birthday presents from all my friends. heh heh heh.

P.S: Please don't give me any cosmetics because I can't finish any of them!

Wen is so right. Women spend so much on make up and at the end of the day, the colours are all washed down the drain. Translate: money literally down the drain. Then skin gets dry and they spend tons of money for facials and skin care etc. Heh.

Me? I just want to get rid of all those stupid whiteheads on my nose. :P

And please stop dropping hair.

*sigh*

Oh, and I bought a cute little eye-lash curler from BB. Now ... to learn how to use it. Hmmm. I wonder would it actually make a difference if I curl and not use mascara?

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Damn sh*tty ... nowadays I dare not contact a friend of mine anymore. :(

Countdown: Moving on to Week Four.

I finally bought a nice hot oven! Time to try some baking. What shall I bake? Heh.

No more cookies ...

Xena was asking me why I had not been blogging for a while. Has it been that long? I guess it is so easy to be so caught up with work, family and all. And I have yet to repay sleep debt. *sigh*

But still, finally ... one last touch, and it could be submitted. Piles of marking awaits though, and my brain hurts. No breakfast, and lunch at 3pm. Eyes also hurt after that.

I wish I could do more yoga. I wish I'm at Don's class tonight. I wish mom could stay for one more night, and I could be at yoga class tonight. I wish I could come home everyday and have baby at home waiting for me to feed and hug him. I wish I could go for yoga and come home after that to have baby here with me.

Wishes eh?

Baby is sleeping now. Mom said he's becoming very demanding and naughty. Bring him downstairs walk walk, when come home he knew it, and started whimpering in protest. Want to walk some more! Heh.

But he seems quite good today when I got home. And he seems quite good with MIL too. Perhaps he knows who to bully. :P

Baby doesn't seem to want to drink milk from the bottle nowadays. But she's trying to feed him like every two hours still. Force feeding? heh ... I know he knows when I'm around he definitely doesn't want his milk from the bottle, but I hope it isn't really a problem, just that mom doesn't really know yet to adjust to his habits. It would certainly be quite a problem if he refuses to drink from the bottle! As it is, he feels rather slim nowadays ... even though he's still 8kg. :) Big for his size ! Reminds you of someone eh? Heh heh.

Hubby and I would laugh at him and say he got too big a butt so he can't turn while other babies we know at his age have started learning to turn. :P Boy, he'll be four months in a week's time! How fast time flies!!

Countdown: 7 weeks left. :)

Note to self: must take more photos of him soon! :)