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books on motherhood.
white bassinet. thanks an!
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baby einstein's cds.
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:: Selamat Hari Raya. :: Tuesday, October 24, 2006
So yes, I did weave. Not ketupats but a ketupat.
Not bad at all for a novice, right? I am really proud of it.
I gave up after this one, though. The steps are just so intricate still, and I lost my focal point each time Tatek's mum talked to me. So what I did thereafter was to help Tatek tighten the ketupats.
Okay, actually that's not the actual purpose of this entry.
This is.
Let me take this very rare opportunity to wish all my friends, acquaintances and readers a very Selamat Hari Raya.
I am not perfect. My past entries might have offended or made you nauseated in a way or another. Believe me, they were never deliberate. They were purely inadvertent.
Please forgive me. I can't stop loving you.
:)
Ok seriously, maaf zahir dan batin.
@ 11:37 a.m.
:: BRAce yourself. :: Saturday, October 21, 2006
Tatek and I still date each other out, so thank goodness for that! However our priority has changed. Instead of shopping for ourselves, we now mostly shop for Little S. Coming to think about it, I cannot recall the last time Tatek bought something for himself. Ok, let's not include the car accesories he has been pampering his new car with. He spends a lot on his car, okay? A LOT. So he'd better make sure he spends a lot more on Little S! :)
So anyway, where was I? Yes, shopping for Little S. We do not mind at all going to the same baby shops over and over again each time we go out. We do not mind looking at the same baby stuff over and over again either. We go crazy over them, we turn baffled by what we see, and we end up not buying anything at all as a result. It's like that almost all the time, and we are loving it!
And oh, must I really buy nursing bras? They scare the hell out of me, seriously. Who exactly came up with the idea that nursing bras must be big, ugly and look like they are incapable of supporting our breasts? Why can't we have modish nursing bras, with designs and more attractive colours? So far, the nursing bras I have come across are either beige or white in colour. Why can't they be in black or red? Take just now for instance; I was so disgusted by the white nursing bra I saw that I did not even dare touch it. Tatek looked amused and bemused. Wait till you see me in it, Tatek dear!! I hope you would not mistake me for your grandma then. :)
Oh well.
I cannot wait for tomorrow. I am going over my Mak-in-law's place to weave ketupats, and get myself in the Hari Raya mood while I am at it. Well, I am not exactly an expert, and I so know I am not going to weave that many ketupats. Spoil them ketupat leaves, I can. Tatek and his dad are excellent ketupat weavers, though! Tatek taught me how to weave a ketupat back then when he was still courting me. In fact, he is still teaching me up till now. I keep forgetting the steps, see? Weaving a ketupat is so complicated. Its almost as complicated as origami, and I hate origami. I hope you understand what I am getting at.
A bit pointless, but I seriously do not like Alias Kadir's raya song. You know, that 'Ramwo, ramwong' song? I dread listening to it. And to think that was actually the first raya song I heard over the radio this year!
Urghh.
@ 08:36 p.m.
:: London Bridge. :: Saturday, October 21, 2006
Ok I am going to update a bit while Tatek gets his sleep. My poor boy is getting only three hours of sleep, after reaching home from his night shift at nine am. Come noon, we are going to visit my late grandmother's burial ground. This year makes it the second Hari Raya without my Nenek's presence. :(
So anyway, Nurul has finally shifted to her Pasir Ris flat yesterday night. Phew, what a relief. You wouldn't want to know how much exactly she had to endure while staying in that rented place. She has finally left it for good, but with a series of haunting experiences. And when I say haunting, I really do mean HAUNTING.
I simply love her new apartment. Not only has it been remarkably refurbished, it is also conveniently near to my place. In fact, we are now only separated by that big fat bridge. So whenever I need her company desperately, I can easily cross that bridge to her place. And we have also planned that during Tatek's night shift, she would cross that bridge to my place and sleep with me for the night. Let's see how it goes.
Yesterday, everyone was there to help her out, me included! I helped her carry her board of earrings from the Kassim Baba's lorry to her room, slouch at her brand new sofa, play winking games with her nephew, frighten away Boolit, and finish up two big slices of free pizza. Yes, I was that helpful. But seriously, give me some credit lah. Do you think this 1 kg plus of extra weight 'glued' to my tummy is very light? And its only getting heavier by the day, hokay? You try attaching 1 kg of rice to your tummy and carry it around with you for a few minutes. See if you can last for five minutes without a single whine.
Am I whining now?
Back to Nurul's new place. If you are expecting pictures of the apartment, then I am sorry to disappoint. Her place is still in a bit of a mess, so to take pictures of the mess is an insane act. I shall just leave it to the owner to post up pictures of her place once it is ready for your critiques.
For now, I only have this for you. A sneak preview, you may call it.
And by the way, I received this SMS from Yahoo! Mail this morning.
Your Mobile Telephone Number: 659******* won $9500 in the Yahoo! 2006 Mail Grant. All Winners contact mailprize27@yahoo.com for FREE claims and prize delivery ddetails. Go to http://birthday.yahoo.com to view last year's Yahoo! 10th Birthday Netrospective homepage. (1995 to 2005)
Will I be an idiot if I choose to believe in the truth of this SMS? Or will I be a bigger idiot if I choose to ignore it totally?
Ok, about 1 hr and 10 mins left before I can wake my Tatek up.
Another update, maybe?
@ 10:49 a.m.
:: Nenek Urut. :: Thursday, October 19, 2006
For those lovelies who have emailed me, thank you so much.
I now have so many nenek nenek urut to choose from.
Who will be the chosen nenek urut ultimately?
Stay tuned to find out. :)
@ 04:02 p.m.
:: Attack of the Martians Makciks! :: Thursday, October 19, 2006
I am never stepping my foot into Pasar Geylang again for as long as I am pregnant. I made a vow. Why, I encountered three very bad experiences there, all within a day today!
Please bear with me. I know its the fasting month and all, but I simply must blog about my bad experiences. May Allah forgive me.
Ok, let me start. At the market, I was firstly pushed to the side by this makcik. Apparently, I was blocking her view of some dried cuttlefish so she had no choice but to push me to the side. Ya, you heard me right, she had no choice. She did not realize that she could have actually asked me to move a bit to the side.
Then minutes later, I was pushed again, this time to the front, hard, by another makcik. I almost fell into a big basin of kelapa parut! I would have gone straight into that basin had it not been for another makcik who was right in front of me. It helped too that her body was cushion-like, so when I stumbled on her, it actually felt like I stumbled on a very big cushion. So not much hurt was done. But Mak was so irate by the act of that makcik who pushed me that Mak created a din. That makcik was either deaf or chose to play deaf, as she did not even (dare) turn around after almost pushing me into that big basin of kelapa parut. There were other makciks around who were equally incensed by the act of that makcik. You know, it was as if Pasar Geylang was going to close down any minute, judging from the way she had pushed me. Next time, you must learn to relax a bit okay, makcik?
So ok now, let's move on to the final bad experience. Tatek was looking for a baju kurung, and we saw one at this particular shop with an exceptionally rude saleslady who seemed very reluctant to attend to us. She was constantly keeping herself busy. At first, we thought she was genuinely busy. The baju kurung we liked was going at $45. Now, when you are in business, you must be prepared for your customers to come bargaining, right? You must be prepared for your customers to tell you that the price you are selling at is somewhat a bit too high, right? You must be tolerant of all your customers, especially during the fasting month, right? I thought so, too. So, what my mak did was to bargain with the saleslady, and said that the baju kurung was a bit pricey. "Alah mahalnye harga," was what my mak said exactly.
Tell me now, tell me honestly. Do you find anything wrong with what my Mak had said? I did not. Any other person would have said the same thing. You would have done that too. I mean, that's the standard bargaining tactic, after all.
But guess what that rude saleslady coarsely replied?
"Bulan bulan puasa pun bahasa nak kesat, cakap harga kita mahal!"
Now, what exactly was she suggesting? That customers have no right at all to bargain? That all her customers who bargain are deemed rude? That her price cannot be discounted, no matter what? And oh, that she was not being rude by not even attending to us in the first place?
My Mak was already ahead of us, so she didnt get to hear what that saleslady had to say. But I was still there. So was Tatek.
So what I did was to turn around, glare at her before asking her, "Ape awak cakap? Bahasa mak saya kesat? Harga kalau mahal tak boleh mintak kurang ke? Padan lah takde orang nak beli kat kedai awak! Dah lah tak tau layan pelanggan!"
Old maid.
After bombarding her, we walked away. I felt good. She deserved it, lor. I mean, so what if she is way older than me? Older does not necessarily mean wiser.
Aiyah. Makciks are pretty nasty nowadays, huh?
Tsk tsk.
@ 02:34 p.m.
:: A SWEET entry. :: Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Yesterday, I was scheduled for my OGT, a blood test to well, test for diabetes. Like it or not, I had to go for it since Daddy has mild diabetes. I was told the possibility of me getting diabetes is higher and thus, the OGT. At first, I thought it was going to be like a normal blood test, and so I braved myself to go through the ordeal of being jabbed by a needle. It would be over in just 1 min, I thought.
After the first blood test was done, the nurse told me to rest for a while. When she said 'rest', I really thought she meant 'rest'. She came back a minute later with a big glass.
"How sweet.. a drink for me," I thought to myself.
I thought wrong! Rats, I was cheated, ok?
Okay, so I was right in a way - the big glass was for me. However, it was not filled with water but concentrated syrup! Yes, you heard me right alright. It was a big glass of concentrated syrup.
Wait, don't get too excited yet. The best part is about to come. See, I was expected to finish up the big glass of concentrated syrup within five minutes.
I had difficulties finishing it up. I know I am sweet and all, but to force me to finish up that big glass of sweetener was simply beyond me. What happened subsequently was an ugly scene. I wanted to throw up a lot of times. I coughed incessantly. I cleared my uncomfortable throat a number of times. I told the nurse I couldn't finish it. I wanted to cry. I almost gave up...
Until I heard what the nurse had to say.
"Don't vomit ah. If you vomit, you must start all over again!"
Ok missy, no way was I going to drink two big glasses of concentrated syrup. And so I tormented myself. I gulped down that damned big glass of syrup. Painfully. Once I was done with the syrup, I thought I could at least have a glass of plain warm water. But no, I couldn't. I was not allowed to drink or eat until the second blood test, which was two hours later! I almost died! Why me? Why the torture?
So yes, that glass of syrup spoiled the earlier part of yesterday. I simply had no mood after that. I had no appetite for anything. The sight of sweets and anything sweet made me want to throw up. It was that bad. Phobia of sweets, now what do you call that?
Luckily, we had that trip to JB in the afternoon. We went to Angsana, our favourite shopping spot. We had a mission, actually - to find a baju kurung for my little sis, Ili. But since all of us in my family are naturally very finicky, we did not like a single baju kurung we saw there. We ended up not buying any for Ili. So in other words, Ili is still baju kurung-less up thus far. We lingered a bit at Angsana before heading to Pantai Lido for our break fast. Breaking of fast was late but definitely worth it. The seafood was as usual, very good. My appetite was slowly back. Everyone had a good burp. And yes, I opted for plain water. The phobia of syrup was still there lah! Luckily I was still in the mood to snap a few pictures.
The best parents in the world.
My little siblings, Ili and Apiq. The one in blue, is Ili's beau, Khairul Ikhmal. Why, welcome to our family! :)
Tatek with the fool who was tricked into drinking one big glass of syrup. Ok fine, I am still not over it!
So you see, what started as a bad day ended up as a day truly spent and enjoyed. With the company of my loved ones, no less.
And yes Nurul and Ian, you missed out on all the fun!
I swear!
@ 06:26 p.m.
:: Nenek wanted! :: Sunday, October 15, 2006
Oh no. Oh dear. PSLE marking begins tomorrow. And it is maddening to know that I've not been posted to a school in the East area this time round. Why like that?
The school I've been posted to is sited somewhere in Bishan whereas I'm staying somewhere in err, Pasir Ris? Travelling to and fro Pasir Ris and Bishan is going to quite a distance. And to think we are expected to report as early as 7.45 am for four consecutive days!
Ok I realize I've been whining a tad too much. Little S is not even out from my oven but I am already nagging like a mother. I guess its all thanks to my job as a teacher (again).
So anyway, I just had my urut (massage) session and I feel so rejuvenated as usual. All the aches are gone, but only for a while I so know that. I'd better enjoy this ache-less body of mine while it lasts. Oh, this I must share with you. During the urut session, Little S was kicking and moving ever so robustly till my nenek urut had to stop massaging at one point of time and wait for Little S to stop moving. We both ended up watching my tummy and laughing ourselves silly for about ten minutes or so. And the harebrained me actually apologized to the nenek urut for what happened, hokay?!
Talking about nenek urut, I am actually looking for a nenek urut to massage me after my delivery. See, my ever so popular nenek urut is already fully booked till Feb 2006 next year hence, her inability to commit herself to me. And yes, you heard me right. I only want a nenek urut to handle me. I do not want a kakak or makcik urut. Criteria for nenek urut? She must be least about 60 years old and above, pretty, and physically powerful.
So if you happen to know a good nenek urut or better still, if you happen to be a nenek urut reading my blog, please email me?!
Thank you. :)
@ 11:50 a.m.
:: If only oni... :: Saturday, October 14, 2006
I do not normally get along well instantaneously with someone I've just met, but she is an exception. After a few SMSes, one quick chat on the phone and her short visit to my house (all within a day), I have decided we can get along pretty well.
Too bad Tatek was working, or else her hubby would have joined us in our short meet up.
Too bad her dear hubby and daughter were waiting in the car for her, or else we would have more time to yak. My mum adores her too, saying she is so petite, endearing and affable. It helps too to know that she was actually an old neighbour of my aunt back then during her stay at Dakota Crescent, and that she grew up together with my cousins Kak Tini and Kak Titi.
Too bad also her second daughter was fast asleep, or else I would have pinched and squeezed her ooh so chubby cheeks. I have said this before, and I will say it again - my definition of cute babies, toddlers and kids is when I succeed in making them cry in my hands. Muahaha.
I know I am so mean, lor!
And too, too bad it is the fasting month, or else my mum would have noshed her whole family with what else but food, food, food.
Oniatta, till we meet again. Hari Raya, most probably.
Thank you so much for the lovely gifts. Little S will love them, I know. I know, because I decide what she likes and does not like while I still can. :) And that nursing top, is totally gorgeous lah. Thank you for that, and for explaining to me how it works too!
And Oni, you have enthused me to actually type out a wishlist for Little S. You know, for friends and acquaintances who are planning to buy gifts for her. And you know, to avoid unnecessary gifts that come in duplicates or gifts that come in the wrong colours.
I know what I will do. I am going to place the wishlist at the side of my blog for easy reference. As it is now, my blog is pretty bare.
Akan datang. Keep a lookout for that.
You have to, if you intend to visit me and Little S!!
Insya'allah.
@ 08:31 p.m.
:: TRIMESTER THE THIRD :: Saturday, October 14, 2006
I welcome myself to the third trimester- the final three months of my pregnancy. I never thought I would reach this stage so fast, you know? And what better way to celebrate it than with these stupefying facts?
Fact 1:
Third trimester is the period of leg cramps, hemorrhoids, varicose veins, itchy skin, aches and pains, swelling, heartburn, indigestion and the baby's arrival!
Tell me about it. I scratch like a monkey now. The swelling has yet to come. In fact it can take its own sweet time to come because I am so not anticipating its arrival. Imagine my already big feet all swollen!
Very oh no!!
Fact 2:
Be sure to talk to the baby a lot because she can recognize the mummy's voice now!
I will not only talk lah, but sing croak to my baby all the top ten hits on Perfect 10 and RIA. You can count on me, little S!
Fact 3:
The mummy is probably feeling really heavy now with lots of pelvic pressure and backaches. It probably feels like the baby is sitting on the mummy's rectum and bladder - and she is!
What do you think? I've been passing urine ever so frequently now, its becoming my new favourite pastime!
Fact 4:
Daddy, this is not going to be an easy trimester for the mummy. Your extra support and care can go a long way to make it easier. Stay involved! You're needed more than ever now.
Hear that, Tatek?!
You need to care for me more than ever now. I kinda like this top I saw at Fond Hugs a few days back. I will get very depressed if I don't get it. You wouldnt want your poor and pregnant wife here to be depressed, so you know what to do, lor! :)
Source: HERE
Anyway...
Yesterday, I dreamt that I gave birth AGAIN. Everything was so pink and lovely in the dream, I didn't want to wake up. But I did wake up, very early in fact! As early as 8.00 am.
No surprise I have been incessantly yawning.
And now I am yawning myself out of here.
@ 10:23 a.m.
:: R.A.N.D.O.M :: Friday, October 13, 2006
My random thoughts on a Friday night.
1.
Yesterday, I dreamt that I gave birth to a very chubby baby girl. Her fringe was as short as Nyla's new fringe! No Nura dear, it was definitely not a nightmare. It was a really pleasant dream, I swear. :)
2.
My tummy is egg-shaped now. No longer round like a ball.
3.
Walking is such a chore nowadays. Going up and down the stairs is double the chore. Changing my sleeping position at night from one side to another is triple the chore. You get the drift, I am getting really heavy now.
4.
Tatek can no longer carry me like he used to. How to? His wife is now heavier than him. Perhaps I should try carrying him instead.
5.
My little S is still on the go as always. I worry when she does not move. No matter how tired my body is or how late it is, I always look forward to her kicks and movements. Always.
6.
I get really cheesed off when Tatek calls Little S naughty each time she kicks me. Naughty is not the word to use on little kids or babies. Therefore, nobody calls my Little S naughty. She is just full of life. Not naughty, remember that.
So that's it. Till my next entry.
@ 08:20 p.m.
:: My S! :: Monday, October 9, 2006
I want one too!
I want. I want. I want!
I want a 3D scan of my little one. I want to know how exactly my little one looks like even though she is still inside of me. I want to know who she looks like.
My colleague, who is 7 months pregnant, showed me a 3D scan of her son today and boy, was the scan so clear! The baby's features could be seen ooh so clearly. It's not even like a scan anymore. It's more like taking a picture in sephia mode. Ignorant ones, a 3D scan looks something like this.
Disclaimer: This is not my baby!
Now look below and compare a normal 2D scan on the left with the 3D scan on the right. You tell me which is better?!
I don't think KK provides 3D scans. I don't recall my gynae ever mentioning about 3D scans.
Bummer.
On a much brighter note, I think I have already found the perfect name for my little one. My ever so particular parents have *finally* agreed to the name, after rejecting about one thousand and six potential names. No wait, its one thousand and seven.
I couldnt be happier!
Little S, she shall be called from today on.
Oit, don't be crude. Its Little S, not Little Ass!
Watch it.
@ 08:20 p.m.
:: What a MASS! :: Sunday, October 8, 2006
I foresee this Hari Raya to be a pretty humdrum one. No tailored baju kebaya or baju kurung for me, Ili and Mak. We do not have many houses to visit. Besides, now that my late grandmother is no longer with us, Hari Raya is very empty and meaningless. If she was still around, I am sure she would be very happy to know about my pregnancy. I missed her on my wedding, and very soon, I will have to miss her presence again when I give birth to my first child.
Anyway.
The nice lacy fabric I have bought early this year will be put in safekeeping in my wardrobe till further notice. Its such a waste to tailor make a baju kurung or kebaya now because I so know that my current figure is not the desired one. I want to regain back my original weight of 50 kg, please. Current weight is 62 kg, so that's a great deal of weight gain for someone who could never put on weight no matter what or how much she ate before her pregnancy, hokay? Let's hope I wouldnt have to experience much intricacy in losing all the unnecessary weight after I give birth. Insya'allah.
I watched Nurul on TV today with much envy. My body used to be like that, I thought. But now, my body is double or possibly, triple her body. Sigh lor.
So far the only person who thinks I have put on A LOT of weight is my mother-in-law. "Eh eh Diah, asal tembam nah?"
Everyone else thinks I look perfectly normal. Not round. Not flabby. Not fat. So thank god!
Whatever happens, I have decided. No one besides my family members shall be informed of my delivery there and then. No blog announcements shall be made. No SMSes shall be spread around. No shouting from the rooftops. No news.
N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
So you wait until I am really ready.
You wait long long.
:)
@ 12:11 p.m.
:: Storytime. :: Saturday, October 7, 2006
I spent the earlier part of the day reading stories to my little one. Yes, you have heard me right, alright. I have *finally* started reading to her stories. Earlier this week, I have been so immersed in my reading of 'Ghost Girl' by Tory Hayden that I forgot all about the daily reading sessions I have ambitiously planned for my little one.
Today, I read these two books full of gusto and expression to her and my old baby, Tatek. Tatek fell asleep anon. Its either the story was boring, the way I read it was boring or he was seriously sleepy. I choose to believe the latter, thank you very much. :)
Actually my little one is fortunate. Why, my job as a teacher involves educating my pupils like reading to them every single day, teaching them mathematical concepts and of course, disciplining them and yelling at the top of my voice when necessary. In other words, my little one has already started going to school, like it or not! Ho ho ho.
Oh oh. She has already started her tornado-like moves.
Time to rest.
@ 11:27 p.m.
:: Are you HOT? :: Friday, October 6, 2006
Today I received the much awaited mail!
My HotSlings has arrived. Like finally! Frankly speaking though, I don't see myself carrying my little one in this. Dare I say I bought the HotSlings for the simple sake of owning one. Every new mummy should own a HotSling. Why, simply because it is HOT!
There were so many colours and designs to choose from, I was baffled at first. But after a free online consultation session with Nurul, I decided to be a bit bold and go with this shimmer pink sling. I was so tempted to get it in black but we all know black is no fun for babies, so there.
This evening, I was proudly posing with my new HotSling in front of the mirror when that curmudgeon husband of mine bluntly commented,"Okay, you already have your HotSling b. But where is your baby eh?"
He has to spoil it for me each time I am in dreamland! He simply has to. He makes it a must.
Mean Tetek Tatek! Grrrr.
P.S: Ok this is a bit out of point but you should seriously check out the shoes Nurul is selling (and buy them, of course!)
@ 10:20 p.m.
:: Congratulations.. :: Friday, October 6, 2006
I am overjoyed. Yet another good old buddy of mine has given birth. Say hello to this very adorable little princess, Nur Adlina!
Just look at her.
Hair so black and thick.
Skin so fair and lovely.
Cheeks so red and chubby.
Eyes so small yet gorgeous.
Congrats my dear Zuhrah and hubby.
Insya'allah, our daughters can sing and play potong bebek angsa masak di kuali together one fine day.
And we would be the proud mummies watching over them while having a good laugh reminiscing our good old days together.
Sweet.
@ 09:49 p.m.
:: Where got?!! :: Wednesday, October 4, 2006
My Sarah was running around the whole class for no rhyme or reason today. She tripped and fell subsequently. And spoiled her watch, as a result.
So what did she do?
"Madam Diahhhhhhhhhh, my watch is spoilt already. Later my papa will scold me."
Her ooh so whiny and babyish tone only meant one thing; she expected me to repair her watch for her. Obviously I was in no position to fix her watch. I am pretty much incompetent when it comes to the fixing of things, now that's a fact! Besides, one look at her watch was enough to tell that it was gone, forever. But I couldn't bear to tell the poor girl that. Let her papa tell her that himself. :)
My point is, when you are a teacher, you are expected to be everything. Pupils look up to you ALL THE TIME. You are almost like god to them. Whatever you do, is always right. Whatever you say, is always true. Whatever you wear, is always the in thing. Whatever gift you have for them, is always priceless.
Wow, right?!
But its not all wow and wee everyday, you know? Its straining, at times.
Take that day for instance- I was not quite sure of a word and so I grabbed the dictionary in class.
Their instant reaction?
"Orghhhhhh, Mdm Diah don't know the meaning of a word!!"
See? You are even expected to be a walking dictionary.
How like that?
@ 10:10 p.m.
:: 6 months 2 weeks. :: Sunday, October 1, 2006
What pictures of myself exactly do you expect me to put up in my blog? I mean I am pregnant, and obviously pregnant women will look nothing but pregnant in pictures. So what's there to see, eh?
Ohhh I know, you want to search for excess blubber on my face and body, right? You want to see whether I am fat, fatter or fattest, right?
Tsk tsk. That's not very nice of you.
In all honesty, I have not been taking a lot of pictures of myself. Suddenly this once self-acclaimed camera whore is no longer one. Suddenly I no longer feel the compulsion to snap here, there and everywhere and no, its not because I am no longer bothered with myself. Its not because I am a complete mess during my pregnancy. If you must know, I am still as vain as before, if not more. I still ensure I look my best wherever I go. I still take time to dress up. I still make an effort to find matching earrings and necklaces for my tops. I still take the trouble to put on my makeup. I still shop for new clothes almost every week.
And yes, I still do not wear maternity clothes. I still think maternity clothes SUCK. All maternity clothes have one mission in common- to make us pregnant women look wretched and hopeless. Ridiculous! Its true, you know?
Wait till you are pregnant.
Anyway. I explored my camera phone for any recent pictures of myself.
I found two decent looking ones.
One, sour looking me during my sixth month checkup at the Private Suite.
Can you see my tummy tum tum?!! :)
Next is a picture of cheeky me with my favourite girls in the new car.
Dah. That's all.
I swear la, beb.
@ 09:14 p.m.
:: Semoga Bahagia :: Saturday, September 30, 2006
I bet my pupils enjoyed their Children's Day this year, what more with my insistence that everything would be carried out as planned for my pupils. I love them to bits and pieces, so I guess they deserved every right to celebrate Children's Day to the limit.
My preparations for their Children's Day gifts started as early as well, two days before the actual day. I wanted to personalize their gifts. I did not want to get them ready made gifts as the gifts would not reflect or represent me in any way at all. I printed out their names on small stars, had my maid to cut out the stars and paste them on mini lunch bags. I then punched holes on the lunch bags and had my maid again to tie multihued ribbons to the bags, thus turning the plain mini lunch bags into cute mini lunch bags.
The night before Children's Day was supposed to be a quick trip to Mustafa Centre to get them goodies for my pupils. It would have been a very quick trip, if not for Nurul's sudden appearance with her empty stomach at Mustafa Centre. Only after a long, hearty supper at Simpang Bedok did we finally reach home. By then, it was already midnight. Chet! Without even changing my clothes or washing my already oily face, I quickly packed them goodies into them cute mini lunch bags. Thank god Tatek was around to help me pack the goodies as I had to work on yet another set of gifts-personalized files for my pupils, complete with their names decorated on colourful tags and my drawings of them on the files.
The result?
Thirty jolly faces!
And one very tired but contented teacher.
@ 07:41 p.m.
:: SORE but definitely not a LOSER. :: Monday, September 25, 2006
I started the week with a very bad sore throat. Really bad. I came to school sounding like a man. A real man. If not for the increasing cupsize, I would have easily passed off as a guy, I tell you! And since I didn't want to be a complete turn off with that ridiculous voice of mine, I shut myself up most of the time. I tried very hard not to speak to my colleagues, with bad breath during the fasting month being one of the prime reasons also. Of course, in class it is almost impossible for a teacher to shut up, lest the pupils would turn the classroom into a wet market and dance around like Ali Baba and his forty thieves. I did try my best not to raise my voice at them, but I failed obviously.
See, I wanted to preserve my voice for the SI Results Show. Somehow or rather, I had this feeling that I would be shouting really, really loud upon the announcement of the results. Just like last year.
Somehow or rather, I had this feeling that Hady would win.
And he did!
:)
Nurul voted a lot of times for him. Daddy voted ten times for him. Tatek voted ten times for him.
I, well, I voted only twice for him.
But wey, at least I DID vote for him.
And at least, he is now the Singapore Idol.
Cheh!
@ 10:11 p.m.
:: Announcing the arrival of our baby. :: Sunday, September 24, 2006
We all know how hard it is to say adieu to someone or in our case, something, which has served us well over the years. This special something tolerated our countless similar, couple snaps. This special something saw both of us through our courting days. This special something took me to and fro NIE and school. This special something was even there with us on our wedding day.
And now, this special something is no longer here with us.
May you be well taken care of by your new owner, baby.
Speaking of new owner, we are now the proud new owners of this little big baby. Welcome to our world. Like finally, after three months of waiting!?
We do hope you would serve us just as well as our previous baby, or better!
One major problem with MPV cars is communication breakdown. See, if you are seated right at the back, you will definitely have difficulties communicating with them at the front. They just seem soooo far, distant and small all of a sudden. You will spend your travelling time repeating each other's sentences as a result. And get really, really frustrated subsequently, especially if your sentences are consistently wrongly conveyed, misrepresented or misintepreted.
I suggested installing a microphone in the car to ease communication.
:)
Selamat Berpuasa.
@ 12:22 p.m.
:: 24 weeks. :: Monday, September 18, 2006
6 months along, I am already.
Her kicks are much stronger now.
Her moves are much obvious now.
And needless to say, this tummy of mine is much bigger now.
Even though I can no longer catwalk like before, I am thrilled to say I have discovered a new way of walking. I now penguinwalk. Yes, I waddle like a penguin! Tatek finds it worrying, and at times amusing, to see me walking like this now. He thinks I am not balanced. He will always be there behind me to support my back when I am walking up and down the stairs. He holds my hands more often now, and he never lets go no matter what. He carries all our groceries and my shopping bags, light or heavy.
Everyone is treating me like a pregnant woman now. Almost everyone, that is. The only thing left to do is to take a crowded train, flaunt my big tummy and wait for a kind soul to offer his/her seat to me.
That's the ultimate test, man! :)
@ 10:23 a.m.
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