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// Care & Share. // Sunday, February 18, 2007
Move aside, Mummy!
My turn now to blog.
Yo, people! Sharleez is in the house now. Err, ok that is so lame. Anyway, today and only today, I am going to blog about caring and sharing. My Mummy, she says a lot of things to me. My Mummy, she can never keep her mouth shut. Mummy says that I must not grow up to be a stingy girl, and learn to share things, pictures especially, with my friends. Point noted, Mummy!
Just because I do not want to known as Stingy Sharleez, I am now going to share with you my latest pictures. Not that many, but enough to share with my Aniq, Ajab, Adam, Adil & Rayhan. And hopefully after looking at my pictures, you will call me Sexy Sharleez. Or Sweet Sharleez. My point is, you can call me anything at all just as long as you do not call me Stingy Sharleez. Or Stinky Sharleez.
Why so many boyfriends, you ask? Aiyah, Mummy says I must have an open mind and keep my options open. I am still young afterall, Mummy says too.
Ok now that I've posted my pictures, what next?
Blogging can be such a big headache at times, you know?!
Hmmm, what to blog, what to blog....
@ 11:19 p.m.
// Getting on.. // Sunday, February 18, 2007
Being 25 sounds and surely feels old enough. And come the 25th of February, I'll be blowing the darned candles yet again. 26 candles this time round. I do not know how to react to turning older by the second actually.
Ecstatic? Depressed? Bothered?
I do not know.
My birthday wishlist, you ask me? I do not know too. What should I wish for, I do not know. What should I ask for, I do not know. What do I really need, again I do not know. I have always had problems telling others what I want. Funny how I do not have problems telling others what Sharleez, Tatek or any member of my family wants, though. What does this imply now? That I know my family better than I know myself? Hmmm.
Something to dwell on.
With much struggle, I have been trying to come up with a decent wishlist for those who care, namely my family and Nurul. Tatek can already shake his legs for he has already given me my birthday gifts by taking me and Sharleez on a shopping spree last week.
Thank you love for that.
Eh wait.
I think I know what I want now.
I want a new hairdo and haircolour.
But most importantly, I want a flat tummy. (With triceps if possible!)
Now, who can grant me these wishes?
That aside, Gong Xi Fa Cai!
@ 01:31 p.m.
// Who plays the fool here? // Thursday, February 15, 2007
Oh, in case some of you out there are still waiting for Sharleez's cukur rambut, the wait is over. Sorry that I take this long to inform you. We have decided not to proceed with it for various hush-hush reasons. Don't ask me what. Don't ask me why.
Don't worry, you can still come and visit Sharleez. If you want to, that is! Our door is always open. Err, not always actually. At least not when Sharleez is having her catnap! Yeah man, my Sharleez SERIOUSLY resembles, behaves and sounds like a cat. It might just be due to the fact that my eyes were forever fixed on Boolit (his eyes especially!)when I was pregnant. I was hopelessly and frantically fixated on that fat cat, I tell you.
But wait, I am not complaining. I am euphoric! Sharleez is simply too funny in her own ways to resist. She makes us laugh with her antics each day, I tell you. So not only can she cry, sleep and ask for milk, she can also play for laughs! What a joker, my Miss Kecik.
I have truly underestimated my own daughter.
Two tight slaps for me.
....................................
Me, a joker?
How can I not be, when you practically pour a kilo of talcum powder a day on my face, Mummy?!!!!!
@ 09:34 p.m.
// Cry me a river. // Thursday, February 15, 2007
This is what I have to go through everyday.
For crying out loud Mummy, please leave me alone!!
@ 12:05 a.m.
// What trash!! // Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Yesterday was yet another of our many, many trips to Vivocity. I dont know why we keep coming back there when we have obviously explored the whole place more than once. There is just something about Vivocity. Don't know whether its BabyGap, ZaraBaby or the baby changing room which smells like trash.
Coming to think of it, it was Trash Day for us yesterday.
I'll tell you why.
After shopping for Sharleez and myself, our stomachs growled in great hunger. We were spoilt for choices, in view of the many, many eateries available there. Tatek wanted to just settle for Long John. I did not listen to him. I should have listened to him. I would have listened to him, had I not decide to act smart and insist on eating at S.R. Go figure out on your own what S.R stands for, okay!
Clue?
Its a secret!
But if you are still clueless and very much bothered, make a trip down to (the very big) Vivocity and find out.
Lol.
So yeah, we lunched at S.R and boy, was it the biggest mistake ever! Pity our stomachs and my wallet. Practically everything we ordered tasted, looked or smelt like trash, you'll see.
Tatek was the most unlucky yesterday.
He ordered fish and chips. His fries tasted like trash.
He ordered chocolate ice blended. It tasted like trash flour.
He ordered ice cream. It looked like a giant trash cowdung, though the taste was alright.
How wretched can he get?
I was a bit lucky yesterday.
I ordered mushroom chicken served with herb rice. Only my rice tasted like trash stones.
So it wasnt too bad an experience for me.
Sharleez was the luckiest yesterday.
All she had to do was sleep in her stroller a0nd act cute.
Tatek however, was not willing to let me escape that easily. He forced me to help him finish up the giant ice cream trash cowdung for it was simply too much for him to eat on his own. I refused, as I have never been that fond of ice cream trash cowdung. Besides, I am still on my mission to lose weight, so to make me eat ice cream trash cowdung is definitely a big no-no! So what did I do?
I pretended to tend to Sharleez. And stuck out my tongue at Tatek.
Er Mummy, do not scold me if I stick out my tongue. You do it too!
My Sharleez however, did not need my attention yet at that point of time. She was happily playing by herself, lah until she got really bored then agitated minutes later.
So what happened? Tatek was furious. At me. And at his giant ice cream trash cowdung which still looked untouched no matter how many spoonfuls, big or small, he had.
So like it or not, I had two very, very small spoonfuls of that ice-cream cowdung before we called it quits.
We gave up lah!
Yup, so that was our bad experience at S.R. Our stomachs growled in pain thereafter. Heartpain was also experienced. All that for .
Totally not worth it.
I could have bought my Sharleez another Gap dress with that amount, hokay?!
What Mummy? Gap again?!!!! Why not Zara Baby?
Too expensive lah darling, for someone as small as you.
Besides we can make do with what Unty Raihan has given you.
‘_’
Oh, its Valentines' Day today.
We cannot celebrate, hokay?! Haram!!
@ 04:00 p.m.
// The Song. // Wednesday, February 14, 2007
It feels like I have been replying to the same question almost everyday.
So listen up good, darlings.
The title of the song in my blog, 'Everything I do, I do it for you.'
The singer, Brandy.
Ok?!
'_'
@ 011:53 a.m.
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