Sunday, October 24, 2004

Books, anyone??

I like books a lot.
I simply adore books.

I am *obsessively passionate about books.

Secret fantasy: I should own MPH. seriously.

An even 'naughtier' secret fantasy: To have a library named after me. heh heh. But then, I'd need to be famous first. LOL.

God knows how much I've spent on books (at MPH alone) during the last few months. What with the warehouse sale, point redemption vouchers, occasional 15% member discounts, buy-1-paperback-and-get-the-2nd-for-20%-off offer during April's World Book Day and the thought of having the luxury to read during my maternity leave. Hmmm... the receipts for next year's income tax refund should be able to reflect that.

During my Enid Blyton days, I used to imagine being one of the 3 children who discovered the Magic Faraway Tree. And that one of the magic lands that stop by the top of the tree would be The Land of Books where there'll be books everywhere: houses made of books, books growing on trees, and if you go visit the homes of the inhabitants of the land, you'll be served a book to read along with your strawberry muffins and tea.

My aunts would give me money as gifts for my birthday (instead of clothes or toys or other stuff) so that I can go indulge in and pamper meself with books I'd enjoy.

I used to enjoy the loooooong plane rides (NY->LA->KL) coming home during the winter break coz I get to spend time reading and at the same time have people wait on me, to refill my cup of coffee when it's empty.

Two people I know own an online bookstore that sells Muslim books for kids. I tremendously admire them for their initiative and efforts. Check out: UmmikuSayang.com

It's unfortunate that nowadays I don't get to read that much due to life's demands: work, marriage, mommyhood, household chores, fatigue due to old(er) age... Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining about my life. I wouldn't trade my husband and kids for anything else in the world :)

I attribute my passion for books to the fact that I was introduced to them at a young age (it's all your fault, Ma! hehehe) and I guess to a certain extend Enid Blyton played a big part to reinforce my love for books as her inventive and fantastic stories have never failed to delight me. I hope my kids would grow up loving books the way I do (already seeing a book lover in Sofea... Alhamdulillah.)





*obsessively passionate: because of the following reasons:
- I'm of those annoying individuals who'd be overly extra-extra careful with my books so that they never appear battered or creased (or read, for that matter!) and must always look as good as new.
- I'm one of those who makes sure I open a book just 'wide enough' to be able to see a complete sentence from left to right, but never 'too wide' to avoid unnecessary creases on the cover (yes, yes, I know I'm irritating but I can't help it...)
- I'd (almost always) freak out if a borrowed book was returned to me with 'doggy-ear folds' at the pages as markers (come on lah, can't you use proper bookmarks instead??). Believe me... this compulsive behavior/disorder of mine simply drives my hubby nuts!! :)

Friday, October 22, 2004

I remember back then...

Turning the clock back to about 15-20 years ago...

I remember back then, growing up reading Enid Blyton's books: the Secret Seven, Nancy Drew, Famous Five and all the enchanted stories about faraway lands and wishing chairs, fairies and pixies and toys that come to life at night, school life at Mallory Towers, and last but not least, I made way for Noddy. I remember enjoying Tin Tin's adventures (used to check them books out from my school library). Was also into Roald Dahl's and Dr Suess' works.

I remember back then, my favorite childhood games being "main getah" ('jump rope' made out of rubber bands strung together) and "galah panjang" (errr... how to translate this ya?). Those days other popular childhood games were "main guli"(playing marbles) and "batu seremban"(five stones?). The Congkak was also a common must-play, in addition to hide-and-go-seek. I fondly remember growing up playing with paper dolls, and game-and-watch.

I remember back then, we had only two local TV stations (RTM1, RTM2) until TV3 made it on air. When my favorite TV shows were the Smurfs, Thundercats, She-Ra, Thunderbirds (remember this show? it's about them marine puppets in a submarine), the series "V" (thanks, LoLlies!), Voltron, Transformers, 21 Jump Street, to name a few. Then there's those Japanese "alih suara" (translated) series like Oshin, Julia, and later Moero Attack (bet you're being reminded of that ubat batuk cap ibu dan anak advertisement now hehehe).

I remember back then, my hobbies were (apart from reading and TV watching) collecting stamps, collecting pretty bookmarks, even collecting buttons/pins (sheesh!). And collecting pin-ups of popular actors at the time (ahh... Johnny Depp in 21 Jump Street *yummy*) either for self-keep or trading with friends. When Debbie Gibson (remember her so many variations of cute hats??), Tommy Page and Tiffany were among the international artistes whose songs I listen to before NKOTB came into the music world. When Ali Setan and Azura were the most-watched local movies.

I remember back then, most of the mamak shop (sundry shop) goodies/junk food were those that had Mat Sentul singing their jingles -- Kum Kum, keropok Tora, Ka Ka, and Ding Dang (thank you, SacredSoul!). When santan (coconut milk) was obtained by extracting the juice out of grated coconut that you purchase from the shop where the shop owner would sit on his kelapa parut (grated coconut) 'special stool' (this was before the kelapa parut machine days) to immediately grate coconut depending on how much grated coconut you need. And that pink-colored chewy thingy in colorful wrapper with a picture of a cartoon character (cats, I believe) was a popular Wrigleys chewing gum equivalent.

Those were the days... *smiles*

So, what do you remember the most about your childhood?

Thursday, October 21, 2004

What is your gender?

Two babies were sitting in their cribs, when one baby shouted to the other,

"Are you a little girl or a little boy?"

"I don't know," replied the other baby giggling.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" said the first baby.

"Well, I do," said the first baby chuckling.
"I'll climb into your crib and find out."

He carefully maneuvered himself into the other baby's crib, then quickly disappeared beneath the blankets. After a couple of minutes, he resurfaced with a big grin on his face.

"You're a little girl, and I'm a little boy" he said proudly.

"You're ever so clever," cooed the baby girl, "but how can you tell?"

"It's quite easy really," replied the baby boy, "You've got pink booties and I've got blue ones."



WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??!!

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

I hate I hate I hate

Started work only 3 days ago and already I have stuff that's overdue... arrrgggghhh!!!

*feels like banging head to wall*

On top of that, them bosses assume I can immediately resume work and get on top of issues. As if being away from office for 2 months maternity leave meant that I can simply waltz back to work afterwards and just 'pick up where I left off'. Don't they know that it takes time to adjust?? Do they think it's easy to 'switch modes' from attending to my newborn baby's needs for the past 2 months to worrying about server availabilities and response times? Maybe it is easy... if I cared. But I don't. At least not that much.

Yesterday I found out that we were supposed to install some agent on all our servers by next Friday Oct 29. The original instruction email was sent out sometime early September!! And I am still expected to meet the target date because (quoting the reply I got when asked for a possible extension) "Management wanted to stick to this tight deadline." In addition, there's the server issues, users problems etc etc etc.

I know, I know, I shouldn't be complaining... I should be thankful that I am actually employed. Of course I am thankful. It's just that... *sighs* Oh well...

When the going gets tough, the tough... errr... feels like procrastinating.

Need to get my act together and start organizing and prioritizing.

*takes a deeeeep breath*
*reminds self that this is the wonderful month of Ramadhan*

Till later.

Monday, October 18, 2004

AHHH-CHOOOO!!!

Woke up this morning with a cold. Now I have a very runny nose, a slight sore throat and on top of that, my body is all achy (maybe a fever is coming... oh no!). Have so far used up two packets of Kleenex for blowing my nose and now it resembles the color of Rudolph's (the reindeer) nose.

I was supposed to have my picture taken for my new contractor badge/ID, but am now fidgeting with the idea of postponing it till tomorrow or later coz I don't feel keen on standing in front of a camera with a puffy face, watery eyes and a drippy nose *sniffles*

*stops typing to blow nose for the umpteenth time*


Probably got sick because I spent too much time in this freezing cold server room yesterday...

Or maybe, I am just allergic to (coming back to) work... *sigh*

Puasa/Fasting Is...

I prepared a toasted bagel with butter for Sofea to eat in the car on the way to school this morning coz she threw up the milk she had drunk earlier.

Her: Ibuuu, nah sikit. (Mom, here have some.)
Me: Tak nak, thank you. Ibu puasa. (No thanks, I am fasting.)
Her: Ayah? (What about Daddy?)
Me: Ayah pun puasa. (Daddy is also fasting today.)
Me: Sofea puasa tak? (Are you fasting?)
Her: Takkk... (Nooo...)
Me: Sofea tau tak apa tu puasa? (Do you know what fasting is?)
Her: Puasa tu lapar... (Fasting means hungry...)
Me: *smiles* errr... ok. *wanted to go into in depth explanation about fasting and Ramadhan, but decided not to until she's old enough to understand*

Wishing all Muslim bloggers/readers Ramadhan Mubarak...


Sunday, October 17, 2004

Back at Work

After approximately 2 memorable months being away from office on maternity leave, I am back at work today. Enuff said.

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Aidiin's Big Day

My baby started school yesterday. Talking about separation anxiety, it was I that ended up crying (again!) once Aidiin was left at the nursery. You'd think that having experienced it once three years ago when Sofea started school, I would appear calmer, 'cooler' this time around, but Noooo....

First I (unintentionally-subconciously) refused to pass sleeping Aidiin to the teacher when I arrived at the school, so she asked if I wanted to go upstairs to place him in the cot by myself. Which I did.

After talking to the teacher about Aidiin's feeding times and the bottles of expressed breastmilk that I'd supplied I kissed Aidiin goodbye on the forehead. He was still asleep. Then my legs froze at the entrance to the Infants Room, and I couldn't move. I was continuously peeping at my baby while the other 3 babies (ranging from ages 5 to 13 months, so Aidiin was the youngest there-2 months old) stared. The teachers just looked and smiled. Then Cikgu Ana (Teacher Ana) who was the 'authority figure' asked if there was anything else that I wanted them to know or if I had any questions. I just shook my head and told her to immediately call me should there be any problems.

Then I finally went downstairs and after kissing Sofea (who appeared to be nonchalant despite having the teachers and the other kids repeatedly asking her about her baby brother upstairs) goodbye, I left with famyBoy. In the car, as we drove away, tears welled up in my eyes *sniffles* as I started worrying how Aidiin would react when he woke up in a roomful of strangers, how the teachers would handle him when he starts crying, and then I started imagining his little face when he coos and gurgles... *big sigh*

I know the day would arrive when I need to 'detach' myself from Aidiin, I just didn't imagine it would arrive so soon. And I can't help (unnecessarily) worrying about him... *imagines all mommies out there nodding their heads in agreement*

But as famyBoy had said, I'd better 'get it over with' and 'get adjusted' as soon as possible since I'll be going back to work next week. *cries*

I'll be okay... Insya Allah.

Monday, October 04, 2004

Baby Talk and Moles

Aidiin started 'talking' about 2 weeks ago.

And since then, he's been errr... rather talkative. He simply loves it when I (or anyone for that matter) talk and talk and talk to him and he'll start 'talking' back, with as much facial expression as possible. And he likes to smile too (especially during diaper changing time)... not just those little lip curls, but big genuine 'oh-soooo-cute' smiles... to put it emoticon-ly, his smile is not a :) but rather a :D

Our typical daily conversation would be me going "Hello baby, hello sayang, hello Aidiin..." and him responding with delightful coos, gurgles and sighs. It just melts my heart.

When he does one of his :D smiles, he looks kinda goofy without teeth, and yet so irresistibly adorable... I wish I had a picture to share. Gotta ask famyBoy to get our camera fixed soonest possible.



Last night, after having brushed her teeth, Sofea came up to me and asked me to help her change into her pyjamas. As I was helping her undress, she pointed out that she's got two moles on her body, "Ibu, Sofea ada two tahi nyamuk. Tengok ni."

I almost died laughing.

** Note: The above incident would only be funny to those who understands Malay coz unfortunately, I don't know how to translate it without losing the humor.

Sunday, October 03, 2004

MidV@lley Megam@ll: Shop Some More

Phew!!! What a day...

We went to MidValley on Wednesday, as planned. Decided to have lunch at the Little Penang Cafe restaurant before doing anything else since I only had a mug of Milo for breakfast. On the way to the restaurant, I caught a glimpse of a new tudung (scarf) shop, and noticed the cornucopia (gee, why did this SAT word come to mind?) of scarves and shawls, in various designs, colors and sizes. Nice, very nice indeed.

*right hand scratching chin subconciously* Should I go in or not? Just a quick look... Not to buy, just to look. But then again, Raya is near, I would need a matching tudung to go with my baju kurung...
While I stood in front of the shop contemplating whether I should go in or not, famyBoy was already far ahead of me with the baby in the stroller. As a matter of fact he was already standing in queue at the front of the restaurant, waiting to be seated.

Minutes later, I found him sitting at a table near a wall on the left side of the restaurant. The waiter had just arrived with the menus. Aidiin was fast asleep in his stroller. After deciding on what to eat and placing our orders, I asked him (in a slightly irritated tone) why he'd left without telling me that he was not gonna wait. He then frowned at me and insisted that he did tell me but apparently, I was sooo into my thoughts and oblivious to my surroundings that I didn't hear him. He said he told me he'd be waiting at the restaurant and I (supposedly) had responded with a nod.

Me: Yeah, right...
Him: Laaa... I dah cakap lah. You yang tak dengar. (I did tell you. You weren't listening.)
Me: Takkan tak boleh tunggu kejap? (You couldn't have waited for me?)
Him: Buat apa nak berdiri je kat situ? You kalau pilih tudung bukannya sekejap. (Why should I just stand there? You always take a long time to decide on what you want.)
Me: Siapa kata I nak beli? I nak tengok je lah. (Who said I was going to buy anything? I just wanted to take a look [although knowing me, I would've ended up buying something, but that's not the point]).
Him: You punya 'tengok' tu selalu end up with beli... (When you say you 'just wanted to take a look', it usually results in you buying something...[he's like a mind reader, isn't he?])
Me: So?? Kalau beli pun tak salah kan? Tudung can pakai forever. I shouldn't need to justify buying tudung. It's not like I nak beli baju with spaghetti straps ke. (So?? It shouldn't be a crime if I wanted to buy, scarves can be worn forever. I shouldn't need to justify buying scarves. It's not like I wanted to get a top with spaghetti straps or something.)
Him: Memang lah tak salah. But that wasn't the reason we came here. You kata nak beli baju budak-budak, beli baju budak-budak lah. Bukannya takde tudung nak pakai. (Yes, it's not a crime. But that wasn't the reason we came here. You said you wanted to buy clothes for the kids, so (just) buy clothes for the kids. It's not like you don't have any existing scarves to wear.)
Me: *sulk sulk sulk in silence* (because it would be pointless to argue with facts)


The good thing is the above conversation did NOT take place, although it was highly probable as we've had big arguments that started with something as trivial and petty as "You couldn't have waited for me?". I guess I was in such a cheery mood that day that rather than being defensive, I just smiled acknowledgingly at him instead. Had I decided to do otherwise, we'd probably end up quarrelling and cranky and that would've spoilt the entire day.


Anyways, what really happened:
The waiter brought our food, we ate, drank, talked about his upcoming offshore trip, recalled and laughed at Sofea's antics the night before, took a peak at sleeping Aidiin a couple of times, made plans to start sending Aidiin to school next week, discussed about the additional household expenses, shrugged at the idea of going through Ramadhan this time with not only a demanding toddler, but also with an even more demanding baby, talked about me going back to work (arrrggghhh!!), talked about the possibility of having my cousin hang out at our house this weekend to keep me company since I'd be left alone with the kids, etc etc etc. Wonderful, quality time together.

Then I 'picked up where I left off' on Monday, and went looking for more stuff for the kids, mostly clothes. More choices this time since I not only shopped at Jusco. Suffice to say, I spent more than I would normally do... even more than what I had initially planned to.

*scratching head thinking of next month's credit card statements*

Oh well... *sigh*

I bought books

I took a quick detour to MPH when I was in MidValley the other day.

Bought me 3 new books to add to my existing collection:
- The Cat Who Ate Danish Modern by Lillian Jackson Braun
- Children Are From Heaven by John Gray
- The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler


I've decided to remove Raising A Daughter & Raising A Son from my To-Read list temporarily because I've pretty much skimmed through the applicable-to-my-kids-at-the-moment chapters during the past 5 weeks or so. Applicable chapters being general information about girls and boys, manhood and womanhood, and stuff to know about little girls and boys between the ages of birth till five. I'll go back to the rest of the chapters when the time comes.
Maybe I'll write and post a summary of what I've read when I have the time, someday.


I decided to get Children Are From Heaven because I'd enjoyed Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus which was written by the same author. Looking forward to find out and learn about the positive parenting approaches and skills covered in this book.




Karen Joy Fowler's The Jane Austen Book Club looks like an interesting read. Basically it's about 6 ordinary who meet once a month to discuss Jane Austen's novels. Throughout my life I've read (and enjoyed) two of Ms Austen's novels: Emma and Pride and Prejudice (both during school days) and I've watched the Sense and Sensibility movie that starred Emma Thompson and Kate Winslet. I think Emma Thompson won an award writing the script for this movie and if not mistaken there was even a book produced about it... "The Making of... " the movie or something like that.

I have yet to read the other novels by Jane Austen, perhaps even catch them at the cinema or on pirated DVDs if anyone decides to translate Jane Austen's fine works to the screen.


And last but not least, a book by Lillian Jackson Braun, another addition to my "The Cat Who..." series.




Woo hoo hoooo!! Gotta go update my To-Read List now. :)

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Day Out

I missed posting yesterday because I was out... S H O P P I N G!!  (woo hoo hoooo!!)

Confinement period officially ended last Sunday, so as of 4:25 PM Sept 26, I am a 'free' woman... (woo hoo hoooo!!! (again))

We brought Aidiin to One Utama for his first day out 'to see the world', but he slept throughout Ibu's shopping spree... but what else can you expect from a 6 weeks old baby, eh? Poor famyBoy couldn't walk too much coz he had a sprained toe so he just sat at the side bench in Jaya Jusco with Aidiin asleep in his stroller.

I was practically everywhere. First I went to redeem gift vouchers from the Customer Service Counter, where I found out that I had some Jusco reward points expiring in December. So, I spent some time browsing the J-Card member catalogue to see what I could acquire in exchange for them reward points. After a while, I decided on a Baby Play Mat with Animal Sounds (sounds like a fun thing to get for Aidiin) that was equivalent to 7000 reward points, so I filled up the necessary particulars in the redemption form and was told that I'll be notified once the item is available (about 2-3 weeks time). Cool.

Then I went to the Kids/Babies section to look for baby clothes. This was the actual FUN part! Good thing there was a Sale going on coz otherwise I'd be spending way too much. There were quite a number of selections to choose from. Unfortunately, most of the stuff were for girls. My choice of clothes for baby boys were limited to nothing with lace, nothing with ribbons, nothing with cute bunnies or teddies or froggies in pink, nothing frilly, nothing with cute little pockets, nothing in red polka dots and nothing flowery. I ended up getting Aidiin two coveralls - one in blue and red stripes with a teddy printed at the front, and the other in white with a picture of Baby Mickey & Baby Minnie in the front. Also got him pajamas in green, yellow and blue, and two pairs of baby socks. The queue at the cashier was too long (good excuse for me to wander some more) so I made my way to the baby accessories section where I grabbed two baby rattles (not them hard ones, these are made of the soft material used to make soft toys) -- a round one with a smiling sun on one side and a sleeping moon on the other, and the other one is in the shape of a little blue pony (this one's cute!!). Did not forget to buy something for Sofea, too -- a pretty purple+pink flowers dress (which was on 50% discount!!), and a cute (absolutely girly) sling purse.

By the time I finished paying for the stuff, it was close to 1:00 PM and I was hungry. famyBoy and I decided to have lunch at Yoshinoya (a Japanese restaurant) where we both had the famous beef entree with miso soup *yumminess*
I then walked into Safe n Sound and found an adorable baby bedding set (consisting of a cot bumper, two bolsters, one small pillow, a comforter and a fitted sheet) which I couldn't resist buying for Aidiin coz it was at a 'reasonable' member's price (that was my 'value for money' justification to famyBoy when he asked "Why buy this?").

We later performed our prayers at the prayer room nearby and then left for Pantai Medical Center for Aidiin's 4:30 PM appointment with Dr Kamaruddin.

After Dr Kamarudddin, we went to pick Sofea up from school and just as we were leaving, elisataufik arrived to pick up her kids. *waves at Elisa* We chit chat for a bit while Elisa waited for her kids to come out and afterwards, we 'crashed' at my mom's place for dinner.

We arrived home at about 9:00 PM; with Aidiin asleep in my arms, Sofea half-asleep but still insisted on watching the Playhouse Disney channel on TV before brushing her teeth and going to bed, famyBoy complaining about his sprained toe and his outstation trip again this week (this time he'll be going offshore *sob* *sob*), and me feeling tired but extremely pleased with the stuff I'd bought (I am suddenly being reminded of Becky Bloomwood from the Shopaholic novels as I am writing this), and the fact that I got to drink Nescafe with my breakfast... life's little pleasures.

Looking forward to the trip to the MidValley Megamall tomorrow, a day bound to be filled with lots of fun, credit card-swiping activities... :)

Friday, September 24, 2004

Isn't it ironic, dontcha think?

Aidiin will be 6 weeks old tomorrow... meaning I'd be going back to work in about 2-3 weeks time... sheesh.

Hmmm... but the irony is that I'll probably have more time to blog once I'm back at work. *giggles*

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Missing Him

It has been a quiet morning so far. Aidiin woke up at 6:30 AM for his feeding, then went back to sleep. Sofea's gone to school.

I'm feeling kinda bored... and lonely.

famyBoy left for Terengganu yesterday. So it's just me and the kids till late tomorrow night. Oh, but my parents will be spending the night here tonight, so that ought to liven the environment up a little.

It's funny when you start missing your other half like crazy the minute he walked out the door, although you know he'll be gone for not too long (I consider 2 nights away as "not too long" coz he's been away before for days/weeks when he had to go offshore to work... oh my, those moments were torture!!) It's probably the thought that he won't be back today with roti canai at 11:00 AM, that he won't be in the other room working while I read or watch TV or blog or breastfeed Aidiin, that he won't be walking into the bedroom to chit-chat during his break from work, that he won't be around to laugh with me when there's something funny on TV or share the excitement and suspence watching the Amazing Race finals, and that I won't see him fast asleep next to me when I wake up in the middle of the night to wake him up coz Aidiin needs a diaper change, for these 2 days.

It's funny when you 'automatically' forgive and forget about all the arguments you had earlier the minute he kissed you goodbye, and that it no longer mattered that all the clothes got wet from the rain because he forgot to bring in the laundry before he went out to have his car serviced, that he bought you salted cashews when you specifically asked for honey roasted almonds (because he thought you meant *any* nuts), that he accidentally dropped and broke one of the plates from your purple flowers set so now you're left with 11 plates of that kind instead of a complete dozen, that he forgot to deposit your money into the bank account on time so you *might* end up having a bounced cheque (*grrrrr*), and that he forgot to replace the mosquito repellent mat for the vapouriser electric heating unit the night before which resulted in Aidiin having two mosquito bite marks on his forehead.

I guess I miss him extra much this time because I have been spending my time at home throughout this maternity leave (where he works), so his absence is strongly felt.

But I know I'm not alone... Sofea misses him too. She's always been Ayah's Little Girl, and their father-daughter relationship had gotten even stronger since I got pregnant with Aidiin. Sofea asked me where her Ayah (Daddy) was last night and I told her he had to work. famyBoy normally tucks her to sleep and keeps her company till she dozes off. They listen to Bon Jovi's Bounce CD and sing along to the songs together in the car on the ride to and from school. So although she may not know how to express her true feelings yet, I know she misses her dad, each time she asks "Ayah mana? Sofea nak Ayah." (Where's Daddy? I want Daddy.)

*glances at clock in laptop's system tray*
*sneaks a peek at Aidiin and notices his little lip twitching*

Aidiin's gonna wake up soon... so I'm gonna stop here.


Saturday, September 18, 2004

The Phone Call on Saturday Morning

*phone rings*

Me: Hello??
The caller: Hello.. is this Material Metal?
(I didn't quite get the first word, but it sounded like Material)
Me: Who?
The caller: Is this Material Metal?
Me: No. Sorry... wrong number.
The caller: You're not in charge of Material Metal?
Me: No.
The caller: Wrong number? But they say this is the number for Material Metal.
Me: *getting irritated* Well, they are wrong because it is not. This is a house. You've got the wrong number.
The caller: Is your father home?
Me: My what?!!
The caller: Can I speak to your father?
Me: *what the??* Why do you want to speak to my father?
The caller: Is he in charge of Material Metal?
Me: No, he's not. He doesn't even live here. I'm sorry, sir. You have got the wrong number.
The caller: He's not in charge...hmm... you know who's in charge?
Me: I don't know and I don't have ANY idea what you're talking about.
The caller: So... your father's not home??
Me: *lets out an irritated sigh*
The caller: Wrong number, eh?? Sorry.
Me: *grrrrrrr* Bye!

*hangs up phone*


Some people...

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Cry Baby Aidiin

We brought Aidiin to see Dr Kamaruddin at PMC for his Hepatitis A shot yesterday afternoon. There weren't anyone else there so we didn't have to wait at all. I placed Aidiin on the weighing machine, which then read 4.4 kg. Oh boy... my baby is growing fast and getting heavier by the day :)

The doctor then prepared the needle to administer the shot (to be given at Aidiin's left thigh). Aidiin got all squirmy and wriggly, so I told famyBoy to firmly hold him (I didn't want to do it myself since my hands felt weak) so that the doctor can do his work. I, of course, looked away... helpless, anxious, panicky.

And then Aidiin howled... really, reaaaallly loud!!! *roll eyes*

famyBoy was saying how un-macho Aidiin was compared to his sister coz Sofea just made a little 'erkk' sound (like surprised) and nothing else when she was his age and got her shot. I carried Aidiin up to comfort and calm him down, but couldn't help smiling, coz I partially agreed with famyBoy.

My son, The Cry Baby...

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Sofea's Accident II

I made a mistake earlier in this entry. I thought the lower lip was bad, turns out the upper lip was even worse. I only found out today when I was feeding Sofea porridge for lunch.

Her lower lip still looked red and bruised (not so swollen now), but her upper lip is still very swollen. The inner part of the upper lip was badly cut and looked purple. I don't really know how to describe it, but I think when she fell, her two front teeth cut into the inner part of the upper lip, judging from the 'size of the purple', it appears to be quite a big 'chunk' of flesh. All the blood actually originated from there. As a matter of fact, the purple chunk looked pretty gross.

That was why this morning, me+her Ayah were puzzled when we found dried traces of blood around her lips and some on her t-shirt coz we know that by dinnertime last night, her lower lip had stopped bleeding. We didn't notice the much much bigger cut in the inner part of her upper lip.

I'm very proud of her, for she has been a 'strong girl' and a 'brave girl' and a 'big girl' about the whole experience. She even told me today that she's feeling better and therefore should be allowed to go to school tomorrow. She still looks different though... my poor Dear.

More importantly, I hope she did learn her lesson as I wouldn't want her to have to learn the hard (and painful!) way again.


Monday, September 13, 2004

Sofea's Accident

Sofea fell down yesterday and got her lips all bleeding and swollen. I don't really know how it started coz I was in the other room attending to Aidiin. I only found out after I got Aidiin to sleep and walk out of the room to errr... can't even remember what it was I wanted to do.

Anyways, as I stepped out of the room, I heard Sofea crying from her Ayah's 'office' (famyBoy works from home so we have one room sorta converted into his always messy office). I saw famyBoy almost done performing his Asar prayers, and Sofea was sitting beside him with tears in her eyes. She had one hand covering her mouth. I called her to me and asked why. She replied, "Sakit..." (painful). When I moved her hand aside, I saw BLOOD!!

*gasped and started to panic*

There was blood coming out of her mouth. And streaks of blood above her upper lip. And lots of tears, tears, tears.

Me: "Ayah!! She's bleeding!!"
famyBoy: "What?" *rushed out of room after folding his kain pelikat (sarong?)*
Me: Camna boleh berdarah ni??!!! (How on earth did this happen??!!)
famyBoy: I tengah sujud, dia lompat belakang I. Jatuhlah ni. Haaa, tulah, kan Ayah dah berkali-kali kata orang tengah sembahyang jangan kacau. (I was performing my solat and she jumped on me. She must've lost her balance and fell. *turned to look at Sofea* I've told you many times before not to disturb anyone performing their prayers.)
Me: But how could she land on her face? If she jumped on you, then shouldn't she fall backwards when you're getting up?
famyBoy: I don't know. I didn't notice. I kan tengah sembahyang... (I was praying at the time...)
Sofea: Sakiitt... (crying louder)
Me: It's ok, it's ok, sayang (darling)... jom kita cuci (let's go wash away the blood)


famyBoy and I led her to the bathroom, and while I went to grab a towel, famyBoy helped to clean the blood traces on her cheeks and hands. He managed to get her to rinse her mouth (with difficulties). I then helped Sofea change into another t-shirt (coz the one she had on has blood on it and had gotten wet from all the gargling and spitting). She was still crying, and feeling very sorry for herself (who could blame her).

I told her to lie down and rest. By then her lips were all swollen, her face slightly puffy and she looked like a different person altogether. I then noticed there was a tiny cut just under her nose, and it was still bleeding, so I told famyBoy to bring me some "minyak gamat" (sea cucumber oil) and a cottonbud. I slowly applied some of the minyak gamat around the cut area and a little bit on her lower lip. I think when she fell on her face, her front teeth cut into the lower lip (coz that's where all the blood came from) and the upper lip too got bruised coz she fell on her face *shudder* Luckily, she landed on the carpet instead of the tiled floor.

Sofea then fell asleep, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She was most probably in shock (so was I). I couldn't help myself and I started crying... *sniffles* Helmy tried to comfort me but at the same time reminded me that she needs to learn her lesson, unfortunately the hard way. I nodded my head in agreement, but I still couldn't help feeling very sorry for her. I lied down beside her, still a little bit shaken by the whole thing.

When she woke up afterwards, her face was no longer puffy but her lips were still red and swollen. She then wanted me to read her 4 books while I breastfed Aidiin, and I said okay. Anything to get her mind of her 'pain'. Then famyBoy came home with our dinner (he'd bought us chicken rice from the food court at Giant). I coaxed her into eating some rice with soup while she watched Finding Nemo on DVD (which explains why I had to miss Hugh Jackman doing the Lambada during the 2004 Tony Awards). When the movie was over, we all went into the room and famyBoy read to her some more until she fell asleep (actually famyBoy fell asleep first ;) but Sofea slept not long after that).

This morning, we decided not to send Sofea to school. So here I am, blogging, while my daughter, husband and son are still asleep :)

Some people might think I am making a big deal out of a small thing since accidents happen to kids all the time. Which I totally agree with, coz she's had tonnes of cuts and bruises and minor injuries from accidents at school, but those seemed like nothing compared to what happened yesterday. Being a mom, seeing my daughter in pain and in tears, with swollen lips and a puffy face, I guess all I could think of at the time was how I could 'undo' what had happened or endure the pain for her instead. I think all mommies (and perhaps even daddies, too) would feel the same...


Wednesday, September 08, 2004

My Cat Misha

I don't actually have anything much to blog about today (or yesterday, for that matter). Been spending lots of quality time with Aidiin and dreading the fact that he's going to be a month old this weekend (time sure flies by fast when you're out of office!) so that means I'll have to return to work in less than a month... sheesh.

Anyways, this post is for another cat-lover-online-buddy of mine, coz she wanted to see how my cat Misha looks like.

Misha, the Pr1nce$s, was my 22nd birthday cum I'm-going-home-but-I'll-see-you-when-you-go-back-for-the-holidays present from a certain someone. *wink*

Misha turned 8 years old last May 7th. I haven't been spending much time with her coz I was pregnant with Aidiin, so my husband assumes responsibility of the following tasks for the past 9 months or so:
1. ensure Misha gets clean water and enough food (cat biscuits) daily
2. ensure Misha gets fed with canned food once a week
3. ensure Misha is bathed once a month
4. ensure Misha has a clean litterbox, so check every 2 or 3 days


Monday, August 30, 2004

The Pantang Period


Today is my errrmm... 17th day of pantang [translated: confinement]. For the Malays, the confinement period is supposedly 44 days, which means I have like... errr... another 27 days to go. Sheesh.. that's like a whole month!!

Confinement period means no consumption of foods that can cause angin [translated: wind] or itchiness (especially at the stitches area), no drinking of icy stuff or stuff direct from the fridge (forget sirap bandung then), no eating chicken (yet), compulsory wearing of the bengkung (a long sash or something like a girdle to hold your tummy in place, i.e. uterus back in position), administering of the minyak urut (massage oil), and last but not least, wearing of socks.

I know there's a lot more stuff like the wearing of param and pilis (I don't know how these should be translated, but basically stuff that look like powdered herbs mixed with water which is put on forehead), bertungku (something like the hot water bottle, but this is actually a piece of iron rod(?) that's heated on the stove till warm then wrapped with cloth and placed on tummy, somewhat 'soothing' actually), and many more traditional practices which moi (considered 'modernized') do not know.

My diet has so far comprised of rice, with soup or curry (with beef, fish and/or potato) or daging masak kicap (beef in soy sauce), Jacobs Cream Crackers biscuits, mineral water, Horlicks, Milo, Quaker Oats and Nestum. I made famyBoy buy me a bag of Famous Amos No Nut Chocolate Chip Cookies, coz my mom said it's ok. Also had a plateful of Mama's spaghetti bolognaise last week.

Kak Ain (my masseuse) told me to "jaga makan and pantang and jangan lupa ikat bengkung" which I fully obliged except for the ikat bengkung part coz until now I still fail to 'wrap' myself up properly. So, I resorted to fulfill at least the minimum requirements of pantang, i.e. my diet and the wearing of socks.

*looks down at feet and suddenly realized that they are socks-free*
Darnit! I forgot to put my socks back on after going to the toilet just now (which was like 4 hours ago).

*puts laptop aside, reaches for socks and put them on*
*not feeling so guilty anymore except for the bengkung part*

Aidiin's asleep but he looks like he's gonna wake up anytime soon... so I'm gonna stop here and go eat some choc chip cookies before he does.


Tuesday, June 08, 2004

The Starting Point


This blog is the backup of my original blog.


 

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