Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Nowadays Elil is back to her usual routine of sleeping by 9:30 - 10:00 pm most nights. I think this is a healthy time. Gives us mummy and daddy enough time with her before she's out for the night. Lately I have not been able to stay awake long enough to put her to bed. Most nights daddy is the one keeping an eye on her as she falls asleep. Mummy is right there fast asleep. Oh I feel so horrible about it. I don't play with her like I used to. I have to force myself to feed her dinner, giving her a bath takes so much energy, even washing her bum-bum is tiring. I feel like such a lousy mother. And I only have 6 months left with Elil before I have to start 'sharing'. I want to give her everything before then, all my time all my energy. But my body is not cooperating. As it is, most my time is spent away from her. I hate it. This isn't how it should be.
I want to be able to watch her wake up in the mornings. Prepare and feed her meals. Bath her and brush her teeth. Play with her, teach her. I want to be the one to teach her new words and hear her speak them for the first time. I want her to cling to me and know that I am always there with her. I want to make Bento meals for her and watch her amazement as she sees my creations. I want to clean her cd's and chuck 'em in the machine. I want to sing to her and listen to her sing with me before she dozes off for her afternoon nap. I want to be more of a mother, I want to be involved in more things. I don't want to hear it from someone else her achievements that day. I want to be the one telling the story to daddy.
And now with #2 on the way, it just takes away what little time I have with Elil to begin with. I feel like I'm neglecting her. I feel like I'm not there enough. And it sucks. It really sucks. I hate it. I rally hate it. *Sigh*
Thursday, October 30, 2008
1. Medela Freestyle Breastpump
With Elil I got the Medela Mini Electric Breastpump. But this was not suitable for longer pumping sessions and more for on-the-go sessions. Also, it is a single pump. After some research and input from Farrah, I decided I'm going with the Freestyle. I like the mobility, light-weightness, digital screen with memory capability. I have yt to figure out how I'm going to purchase one of these. Trying to find a nearer (than the US) source.
I am switching bottles. After reading numerous articles on the dangers of BPA. I've decided to change all my bottles. Which brand? I don't know yet. But I do have a few in mind. Some possibilites include, Medela, Dr. Brown or MAM Ultivent. Will need to do more research and visit the retails before I make up my mind.
3. Cloth Diapers from Day 1
The best cloth diapers for newbies. Or so I heard. Going to get me a stash of these before the arrival of #2. I just love the sweet sweet colors.
4. Primo Viaggio Infant Car Seat
The Peg Perego Pliko P3 was our first baby purchase when expecting Elil. We got it when I was 5 months pregnant! Too irrisistable bah these things! We didn't get the matching and attachable car infant seat at the time because we had Shan's to inherit. This time round, no more passing back and forth baby items coz Ots will be delivering about a month after me so the babies are going to be needing this at the same time. With Elil and Ronan it is a 6 month gap, so it was perfect. I don't think they sell the Pliko P3 car infant seat anymore but the Primo Viaggio will do because it attaches to the stroller and well it comes in the right color!
5. Baby changing table
With Elil I didn't think it was really necessary to have a changing table. We had her chest of drawers that I used to change her on, with a changing mat of course. However, it just didn't feel right, it was too narrow and difficult to change a wriggly baby. It didn't have the safety walls around it and this made me feel insecure when changing her. And so, if I have the budget and I can find something simple and affordable, I will get one (with hidden storage) for baby #2. I quite like the one above. Elil's cot and bedding is all white and so this one will match fine. I don't know what it is with me and white these days....
6. A reclining chair
It would be great if I could get a Lazboy but those are like super expensive. I'd settle for anything comfortable. Fabric (not leather) preferably. Something cozy I can sink in while feeding the lil' one. I wanted one of these for when Elil came but could not quite afford it at the time. So heres hoping I can get one this time round.
7. Another Ring Sling
Rockin' Baby Ring Slings are super cool. I especially like this one called 'The Lullaby'. They are outrageously priced but are wonderfully designed. Check out their website here. I initally wanted to get a pouch but after trying out Ots pouch, it didn't quite fit right. I like the adjustability of a ring sling, daddy can use it too.So yea, that's it. My wishlist for the second little miracle on the way!
Monday, October 20, 2008
So I deviate from the purpose of this entry. We arrive Damansara Palace restaurant (Mutiara Damansara) at about 12:30 pm. It is a massive restaurant, more like a banquet hall. The full moon lunch was in a smaller sectioned off room at the rear. We had to walk across the massive ballroom to get to the other side. There was another event going on at the same time. The screens read "Friendship Lunch With Gurmit Singh". Gurmit Singh? Hubs turned to me and said, "Hey, is it THE Gurmit Singh?" Before I get a chance to answer him he goes "Yes! It's him, Phua Chu Kang is right there!" as he points to the main table right in front of the stage. He is dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt with a smart coat sans afro wig, mole and yellow boots. A boy in his teens and his little brother were having their picture taken with him. "We should have our picture taken too!" I quickly tell hubs. He tells me we can take it later on the way out. "He may not be here anymore on our way out!" I answer. So we walk over casually and ask Mr. Gurmit if we could have a picture with him. He is the most pleasant man. So down to earth, no celebrity air about him. I have Elil in my arms sleeping. The boy in his teens took our picture for us. It is quick, we thank him and I shake his hands and tell him how glad I am to meet him. He gives me a sweet and genuine smile and we walk off feeling very lucky and satifsifed with ourselves.
I am famished and am ready for some chinese lunch. It is buffet style (fine with me). We greet the new parents, Janice and Terence and congratulate them on their one month old tiny treasure. Oh the sweetness of a new born baby! Baby Evan is adorable! Ever the quai-quai baby who slept throughout the noisy Karaoke session. We find ourselves a table, hubs pushes 3 chairs together and lines them with Elil's Moms In Mind sling. I lay her down (knowing deep inside she will wake up in an instant!). Whadya know, mummy knows her angel so well. Her wide eyes open the moment she is out of my arms. I give her a minute to adjust to her new surroundings. The loud music startles her. About a minute and she is seated upright, ready for ACTION. Little kids running about everywhere! I tell hubs to watch Elil while I grab lunch. Roast duck and Sau Nyuk. Ahhh heaven! Plus they had the tapai chicken but alas sudah habis all the soup. Mengidam oh. Hubs could not eat the noodles and the fried rice but got some plain rice instead. The food I must say was pretty darn good.
And so we have our lunch, myself I have 3 rounds. Hubs looks at me in shock. "What? I'm hungry and I'm roast duck and sau nyuk deprived. PLUS I'm eating for 2 now!" Hubs smiles and decides to tell Janice that I'm 10 weeks in (yes, 10 weeks!) and simultaneously explains the gondo-otness. I then go on to explain that I am experiencing morning sickness and constantly need to taste something in my mouth to avoid throwing up in front of everyone. And that I usually have my Eclipse Winterfrost mints with me but hubs left it in the car. I send hubs a cheeky smile.
After more chit-chat we look around for Elil who went off somewhere with Janices' mother, swept away by the karaoke kids and balloons on stage. She is socializing with the older kids, some popo's and kungkung's too. Totally unbothered by her parents absence. Oh it would be so easy to kidnap my little angel! 4 glasses of orange juice later, hubs tells our hosts we got to make a move. And so we bid our farewells and walk out into a cheering crowd. Gurmit Singh is on stage singing 'A Better Man'. I like this song. We stop to take pleasure in his musical talents. He's quite good I must say. At the end of the song we walk past the stage. He looks down on us and says, "Leaving already ah?" We nod yes. He looks disappointed. As we walk to the end of the hall we hang on a little longer listening to his typical PCK humor. Engrossed in his comedy I am startled by a tap on the shoulder. I turn to look and I see Jon. Hey its Jon. Long time no see man. He looks exactly the same! We chat a little. But I am distracted. I am interested in what Mr. Gurmit has to say. He speaks of a sad but miraculous story, a life changing event. I am mesmerized.
I tell hubs were not leaving until he's done with his testimony. And so he begins his story and I am truly moved and humbled. I will relate his story to you the best I can....
Gurmit Singh is the eldest son in a family of 5. He has two younger sisters. He starts his story telling the crowd that his mother is probably the most strong woman in the world. Always working, always striving to care for her family. She would only fall sick on her days off. In 1985 on one day off, she never quite recovered from one sickness. Days later the family is devasted by the news that their dear mother is suffering from stomach cancer. She is at tthe worst stage, Stage 4. Doctors give her 6 months to live. They try everything possible to cure their mother. Chemotherapy, radiotherapy, traditional cures you name it. Nothing helped. The cancer spread throughout most parts of her body.
Finally, one day Gurmit's two younger sisters aged 17 and 14 suggested their mother see a Pastor for prayer. They had both converted into Christianity earlier on. Gurmit's father has always been anti-Christianity and blamed his sisters' conversion on him as he was the older borther and it was his duty to take care of them. And so Gurmit had been angry at his sisters too, always scolding them for causing their father such pain. However, in desperation the family agreed to bring in a Pastor. The Pastor spoke to Gurmit's mother and told her. I will pray with you but before that you must give yourself to Jesus (God), you must surrender to Him. And also we can only expect Him to give to us what He pleases and what is in His will. And obediently she follows.
A day or several days later ( I forget), Gurmit's two sisters invite him to a Christian ralleigh to be held at the National Stadeum. Normally he would totally object in anger but this time round, he agreed to attend. He went with zero expectations. The speaker was a man from Germany I did not quite get his name. During the session, as they were singing and praising, Gurmit heard a voice speak to him. It said, "Son, do you want to be My child?" or something like that. I don't remember his exact words. Instantly he knew, this feeling was different. It was indeed God talking to Him through Jesus Christ. He wept like a child. To have God Himself talk to you, what a humbling experience. Right there and then he knelt on the ground and gave himself to Jesus. That night he prayed for his mother. It was a very specific prayer. He emphasizes the specificness of it and I know how he feels. In situations like these, you don't really think of specifics, you are just grateful for anything little but somehow God listens to every detail no matter how tiny. He asks God to delay His taking of his mother. He asks God to take her only after she has seen her grandchildren. Gurmit was 19 years old, he was so far away from marriage yet alone children. And yet this was his prayer for his stage 4 cancer-stricken dying mother.
Days later, after running some tests on the mother, the Doctor said," I don't know what you are doing outside of the hospital but you have to keep doing it because your cancer is gone! You are FREE FROM CANCER!" It was truly a miracle. A miracle I tell you! I stand in awe. God working His way in the life of Gurmit Singh, in the life of his mother and family. There were moments during his testimony where he was clearly struggling to hold back his tears. And I know the feeling. The experience of God's power of His love in us and among us. Its always so humbling and just amazing and a knock-you-off-your-feet experience! And I can't thank Him enough. And I can't thank Gurmit enough for his testimony. I am sure it moved many people during the lunch that day. And it will continue to touch the people who read this blog. I cried as a listened to his story.
16 years later, Gurmit's mothers' body is attacked again by the same cancer. She succumbs this time. Gurmit is initially angered but then he is reminded of his prayer. By this time, he was married with a beautiful daughter and was expecting a son very soon. And so he thanked God for the whole 16 years of life his mother lived and let her go. It was a peaceful death, and all close family members had a chance to bid their last farewell to their beloved mother/wife.
I cried again as I left the hall. Thank you Gurmit for your story. Thank you Jesus for working through Gurmit to spread Your love in this world. A world that desperately needs Your love, power and saving grace. Amen.
Friday, October 17, 2008
They talked about so many things and various subjects.
When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the beautician said:
"I don't believe that God exists."
"Why do you say that?" asked Sheryl, who has MS.
"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."
Then Sheryl thought for a moment, but didn't respond because she didn't want to start an argument. The beautician just finished her job and the customer left the shop. Just after she left the beauty shop, she saw a woman in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and not groomed at all. She looked dirty and unkempt.
Sheryl turned back and entered the beauty shop again and she said to the beautician: "You know what? Beauticians do not exist."
"How can you say that?" asked the surprised beautician. "I am here, and I am a beautician. And I just worked on you!"
"No!" Sheryl exclaimed. "Beauticians don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and be very unkempt, like that woman outside."
"Ah, but beauticians DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me."
"Exactly", affirmed Sheryl. "That 's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there' s so much pain and suffering in the world."
I got this from my father exactly a year ago and thought i'd share it with you guys.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
We landed at about 6 am. By the time we got our luggage and the rental car, it was about 8 am. Check-in time at the hotel was after 1 pm. So we managed to do some sight-seeing around the Avenue Des Champs Elysees and down to Le Arc De Triomphe.
Elil chasing after her flying scarf with her mouth.
The Cathedrale Notre Dame was as usual amazing and beautiful. Inspiring and moving.
Standing in front of a statue of St Joan of Arc (Jeanne De Arc) who was canonized in this cathedral by Pope Benedict XV. Read more about her here.
The stain glass was breathtaking.
I stopped and sat at the pews for several minutes just taking it all in and lifting myself to God. It was a truly peaceful experience.
From the Notre Dam we walked down the river (don't know what its called) to Musee Du Louvre, the world's most visited art museum. The most famous art piece housed in the Louvre would probably be Leonardo Da Vinci's Mona Lisa. We did not go in. The main reason being, hubs was here 2 weeks earlieron a business trip and he had had his little tour. Myself I was here in 1998 and have my picture in front of Miss Mona Lisa and others. Plus we had Elil and well 16 month old + historic museums don't mesh very well if you know what I mean. ;)
Elil getting friendly with a Korean tourist. She scribbled in the lady's diary. And refused to return her pen.
We had a real long long walk that day...we were on our feet for probably 4 hours. It was tiring but real nice. Our destination was this departmental store that was selling this real funky and affordable jacket. 3/4 ofthe way, we turned back. It was cold and we were tired. I was upset I didn't get my jacket but hubs got me a real cool handbag instead. So still happy.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Why bah this blogger acting up? Ahh! I'm posting this now. Hmph! Network Error my bum-bum!
What Your Handbag Says About You
You tend to be relaxed throughout the day. You are naturally at peace.
You tend to be relaxed but alert. You keep your eye out for anything unusual.
You are a low maintenance person. You can adapt to a variety of situations.
You are a very creative person. Your life tends to be a whirlwind, but you always seem to pull it together.
You are practical and down to earth. You tend to be a rather reserved and quiet person.
You are an outgoing and expressive person. You always speak your mind, and you're very approachable.
Monday, September 22, 2008
7th June, in the middle of the night and wee hours of the morning of the 8th. Major cramps don't allow me the sleep I so desperately need. Every half hour or so, I toss and turn in bed. I would not describe it as pain. It was more like major cramps and discomfort. I am in this state the whole night. Hubs is out entertaining customers and I am tempted to call him. But I don't. Mummy is in the next room and Assunta Hospital is a 5 minute drive away. By morning, I am pale and spotting a little more. The aches turn into pains and I can hardly stand up. However, surprisingly, I am calm. It's my mummy, mother of 4 who is in panic. "I really think you should go to the hospital now", she kept telling me. We decide to call Ots (in JB at the time) who is calm and tells me to go if I really feel I should. Again mummy, "I really think you should go coz I won't be in the right state of mind to drive if you are in uimaginable pain and screaming next to me". Seeing as if i waited any longer I may not have a driver to get me to the hopsital, I grabbed my maternity bag (that was packed months in advance), informed hubs and off we went,mummy daughter and sister's maid. We are directed straight to the labor ward. Here I am instructed to change into hospital gear. It is a little after 9 am.
They call in Dr. I, she is off duty but thank goodness she lives nearby. In the meantime, a nurse comes along and gives me the check. "Oh you are 1 cm dilated", she tells me. What? 1 cm? "But nurse, I was 1 cm two days ago!" I practically scream to the nurse. On top of that the pains were gaining frequency, like every 15 minutes. AND they were inconsistent, sometimes they came as close as 7 minutes. Finally, Dr. I comes in, her serene face, soothing voice and gentleness calms me immediately. Mummy tells me I have the sweetest, nicest doctor. I agree. Once again I am given the check for the 3rd time. The good doc confirms the 1 cm thing and instructs the nurse to hook me up to this machine that monitors my contractions as well as baby's heartbeat. It seems baby is ready to come out but mummy's cervix not ready to give way. Fear builds as I think of complications but the nurses do not look alarmed so I tell myself to stop worrying. The contractions are consistently closer. 5-7 minutes apart.
A while later, the nurse comes in to give me the check me again, apologizing politely everytime she does so. I find this very professional. It would be the polite thing to do huh, "Excuse me mam, I am now going to touch your most intimate private area". And I didn't even know her name. I tried to act as normal as possible and hoped I didnt blush. By noon, hubs was in the hospital. And a couple of hours later the IL's and Punes were around. I am now making my rounds outside the labor ward, my hands in hub's. I don't like the walking, it adds to the pain and discomfort. However, I was advised to walk to quicken the dilating of the cervix and induce the labor. Hours go by, Dr. I is back and after another check tells me I am still only 1 cm dilated. I am moved to the maternity ward as it seems baby won't be coming out too soon. I didn't know that a woman could stay 1 cm dilated for soooo long. Plus the pains were coming evey 5 minutes.
By 9 pm, I am exausted. Everyone but hubs has gone home to rest. He stays with me in the maternity ward. We walk around my room and I try to focus on the tele. The pain is horrible. And I am still only 1 cm. The frustration is mounting. "When will you come out little angel? When mummy's body allows you I guess." Over 12 hours in and out of pain and I press the button to call the nurse. "Could I have the (pentadine) jab?" An hour later the pain is reduced and the drug gets me through the night without too much pain. Some time in between (its all a blur to me) I am moved back to the labor ward. Even the nurses were unsure of where to keep me. So the labor ward it was!
The next day, 9th June. Dr. I comes in all cheerful asking how mummy is doing. Mummy is not too good. She wishes this was all over. And is eager to set her eyes on her little daughter. But alas, mummy is STILL only 1 cm! The pains are becoming unbearable. I cannot, refuse to walk. Hooked up to the machine permanently now. Mummy and baby need closer monitoring. Baby's heatbeat is fine throughout, doctor and nurses expressions allow me to remain calm. By noon I ask for my second shot of pentadine. Hey, 27 hours and still no baby ok! 3 checks and 3 hours later I am told I am 3 cm! Thank you God! Dr. I tells me that she can break my water for me to quicken labor but this will dramatically increase the pain. "Anything that gets baby out sooner", I tell her. I feel nothing as she breaks my water bag but the release of the waters felt odd, a gush of water coming out from my vagina was like the release of a dam. It is blood stained and this is normal. Almost immediately the pain increases 10 folds. Argh! You must know that I have a VERY LOW threshold for pain. I seriously cannot take pain. By now I am in tears. So is my mummy. She cannot see me in pain and suggested hours before that I just go for the c-section.
I had been through the cycle twice, as in the nurses shifts. All the nurses in the labor ward knew me! Most of them had visited my most intimate and private area. All apologizing everytime they entered. They seemed eager for me to deliver as well. Women came and went (in silence mind you, probably all on the epidural) and there I was close to 30 hours and entering my 4th cm. Dr. I is empathatic (not just for me but for my mom as well), she gets the nurses to give me oxygen. Which honestly helps very little. It does nothing for the pain. It's more of a mind relaxer that gets you high if you inhale too much. Which I did and well I didn't quite like the floating in air out-of-control state it left me in. FINALLY, I give in. I told myself not to, especially for the 1st birth, but I'm chicken shi* that way I guess. I say the words I tried so long to avoid, " Doc, is it too late for the epidural?" I ask. She replies, "No it's not, you are 5 cm dilated". Only 5 cm, sigh.
The anesthesist is called in and comes in about 45 minutes later (not soon enough believe me). He asks me if I have any back problems. No, my back is fine. He tells me to sit at the edge of the bed with my body arched forward in a c-shape with a pillow for support. He injects me with something and I feel something tiny move up inside my spine. It does not hurt. The doc tapes everything down securely and I am allowed to lie down on my back again. He says it takes about a half hour to kick in. 20 minutes later I can feel the effects and begin to relax. Another 20 minutes pass and the whole left side of my body is numb but there is feeling along my right side. Shi*! "Urm nurse, could you help with the pain? I feel it still. Up the dose maybe?" She ups the does, no change. Just take the pain away somebody! So alang-alang half of me still suffering. Another nurse comes in and gets me to rest on my right side. Almost instantly the pain subsides. Praise the Lord! From this point on NO MORE PAIN! Nothing!
Within 3 hours I am 8 cm dilated. And at about 8:30 pm I reach 10 cm and the nurses prepare the bed. My feet are in stirrups and are way above my head. My legs are open. Dr. I tells me to push. I feel nothing but try my hardest. Hubs is right next to me holding my hand but peering down to get a better view of the birthing process. I had troubles pushing at first, didnt quite get the breathing part. Blame it on the nerves as there was NO pain. After a while I got the hang of it and just focused on pushing as hard as possible. After baby's head was out, the rest of the body slipped out easily. At 8:49, after 36 hours of labor, Elil Arasi was born weighing 2.8 kg and 12 days early. Dr. I lifted her up to the delight of her proud parents. My first memory of her was her eyes, those round ever-alert eyes so bright and shining. I remember thinking to myself, oh goodness she looks exactly like me! She has changed back and forth many times since then but I still see a lot of me in her, and a lot of her daddy too. A good mix of us both I guess. I tried breastfeeding immediately but she found it a little hard to suckle. She was tagged baby number 25 and I was mummy number 25. I would never forget that face, never! I remember feeling very cold soon after, shivering uncontrollably. Hubs got me a blanket and I was wheeled to the maternity ward. Elil was off being weighed and cleaned and sent to the nursery. I noticed later that the nurses whose shifts had ended stayed back just to have a glance of little Elil. I'm sure they looked at mummy then at daddy and figured the product should be pretty interesting! Haha!
I don't remember feeling tired that night at the hospital. I was anxious and excited and wanted to be with my baby. I felt sore down there, that I remember. I did not and could not sleep. I was alone that night except for when they brought little Elil to me for feeding. Oh such a precious one she was, and is! One last thing, days later as we were filling up the forms for Elil's birthcert, we realized that Elil and Dr. I share the same birthdate! No wonder, she tried to delay inducing me!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
2. Your relationship with her/him is? BFF
3. Your five impression of her/him? lawa mau matee, hilarious, emotional, loving & did i mention lawa mau matee?
4. The most memorable thing she/he had done for you?
Been there everytime I needed a shoulder to cry on.
5. The most memorable thing she/he had said to you?
Told me she wanna name all her kids after me and actually sounded serious. But truly mel, dont k! ;)
6. If she/he becomes your lover you will...?
Ask her, "hehehehe....why your crotch so small?"
7. If she/he becomes your lover, thing she/he has to improve on will be?
8. If she/he becomes your enemy, you will...?
Be totally heartbroken.
10. The most desired thing you want to do for her/him now is?
Show her that she can find and is deserving of that kind of LOVE.
11. Your overall impression of her/him is?
Hahaha yo...budu math...she likes butter A LOT. Paling fahnie person I know. Even funnier when drunk....that night not so long ago at waterfront....LOL.
12. How you think people around you will feel about you?
Will? Either that I'm funny or that I'm boring. Depends on my mood....this is yo's jawapan and i feel zakly the same!
13. The characteristics you love of yourself are?
I am passionate about everything. I am empathatic. I'm a lover of beer.
14. On the contrary, the characteristics you hate about yourself are?
I lack self-confidence sometimes and I can be insecure. I don't think I'm smart enough.
15. The most ideal person you want to be is?
A SAHM or WAHM
16.For people that care and like you, say something to them
17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wished to know how they feel about you.
People I wish I knew how they felt about me? I'm just going to put 10 people, most of which I know how they feel about me.
18. Who is no.6 having relationship with?
19. Is no.9 a male or female?
20. If number 7. and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?
No. Not quite possible anyhow.
21. What is no.2 studying about?
22. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?
23. What kind of music band does no. 8 like?
Ooh...macam all sorts. I know she loves Alanis Morissette.
24. Does no.1 have any siblings?
1 older braderr.
25. Will you woo no.3?
Not necessary. Were already lovers of each other.
26. How about number 7?
Not necessary. Were already lovers of each other.
27. Is no. 4 single?
28. What is the surname of no.5?
29. What's the hobby of no.10?
30. Do no.5 and 9 get along well?
They have met.
31. Where is no.2 studying at?
32. Talk something casually about no.1?
Hensem huggable teddy bear.
33. Have you tried developing feelings for no.6?
I have deep feelings for her.
34. Where does no.9 live at?
35. What colour does no.4 like?
I have to say blue...hope i got it right.
36. Are no.5 and 1 best friends?
They are lavaasssss...
37. is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?
38. What is no.6 doing now?
Desperately looking for a temp job.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
First, I called up mummy.
Me: "Mummy, could you get me some stuff ka?"
Mummy: "Sure. What you want?"
Me" 'Can you go to Japanese Home Store in Asia City, some shop on the 1st floor Karamunsing and Daiso in 1Borneo and check out some Bento stuff for me?"
Mummy: "What is Bento?"
And so I go on to explain....you know how the Japanese have this strange fascination with turning their food into pieces of art?....
Half an hour later mummy calls.
Mummy: "Ok I'm here in Asia City but have no idea what I'm looking for."
Me: "Look for the egg mould that you and Ots got for me the other day and stuff around it like cookie/sandwich/vege cutters, or rice/jelly/chocolate moulds. Or silicon cups and food separators. Sauce containers? Fruit or dessert picks?"
Mummy: " Hah! Teda oh! Ok, I cari Karamunsing now.
Another half hour later.
Mummy: "Puei, teda oh your bento-bento thing sini!"
Me: "Hah! Immmpossible! All the bento mamas in KK cakap ada tu in those shops!
Mummy: "None oh. Tomorrow I try 1Borneo ok. I penat redi dis."
Me: "Ok mummy. Np. Thanks."
Did you guys know that the only Daiso outlet in Malaysia is in 1Borneo??? So I bloghopped some more and someone mentioned the 100 Yen Store. Did some Google research and voila, the list of 100 Yen Stores in Malaysia. 11 outlets all together. I went to the SS2 branch 2 weeks back. Nada! And then ooh, there's one in Puchong!
A conversation between my colleague N (who's from Puchong btw) and me.
Me: "Hey got nice place to makan lunch in Puchong?"
N: " Go-ot!"
Me: "You wanna go there for lunch today?"
N: "What you want to buy?"
Me: "Ehe, you know me so well." (During my CD addiction,I got him to bring me to lunch in Bangsar so I could collect my CD's from the post office there.)
And so I go on to explain about the 100 Yen Shop. He told me he knows this shop well. All the better! And at lunchtime were on our way with two other colleagues tagging along. Ok so when N told me he knew the place, he actually had another huge red signboard shop in mind (Berry bakery!) and in fact had no clue where my bento-stash shop was! We spend almost an hour searching before thank the Lord we finally find the place.
Alas, to my dismay after walking around each isle, I find nothing. Well there were several cute bento containers but other than that, nothing! All that effort and nothing much to show for it. I ended up getting two real cute 2-level containers. At least I got something.
Today, I will go back to NST and probably, hopefully get some stuff from there. OR if someone is up for lunch in Uptown today....
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
So I have been doing my own research and nearly every site tells me the same thing. So I'm going to share some information with you guys:
Salt Intake Gives Toddlers High Blood Pressure by Valerie Elliott, Consumer Editor
Children as young as four are eating so much salt that they are suffering from high blood pressure, it was revealed yesterday.
Parents are being urged to cut down their children’s daily salt intake to prevent them suffering heart disease or strokes as young adults.
The alert was raised by new research, published in The Journal of Hypertension, that found that children eating the highest amount of salt had the highest blood pressure.
Health campaigners are concerned that the high level of salt in the diets of children aged from four to 18 is fuelling the country’s obesity crisis.
Plea to take additives out of children’s food
Eating an extra gram a day resulted in significantly raised blood pressure, according to the study. Once high blood pressure had been established as a health problem in childhood it invariably continued into adulthood.
The research was based on data collated by the National Diet and Nutrition Survey of 2,127 young people in Britain, an official audit for the Department of Health.
Some 1,658 kept a diary of what they ate and drank and their salt intake and blood pressure was recorded.
The study found that for each extra gram of salt consumed by children there was a related increase of 0.44 mmHg (millimetres of mercury) in what is called systolic blood pressure.
Malcolm Law, of the Wolfson Institute of Preventive Medicine, said that the findings showed that the country needed a revolutionary approach to salt consumption.
Professor Law called on the food industry to do more to reduce salt content in food that is popular with children and teenagers. Even the amount in baby food was too high, he said.
Professor Law said: “The vast majority of children in this country are eating too much salt. Higher blood pressure is a marker for vascular damage and this shows it’s starting too early. Going into adulthood this is not totally irreversible, if people can have a ‘salt revolution’.”
The survey also found that children aged between four and eight who ate less than 4.5g of salt a day had a systolic blood pressure measuring 2mmHg lower than those of the same age group eating more than 5.5g of salt.
Mike Mead, of the Blood Pressure Association, said: “If we are going to prevent a future epidemic of hypertension, the more that can be done to educate families about taking some simple steps to leading a healthier lifestyle the better.”
Recommended daily maximum:
0-6 months less than 1g
7-12 months 1 gram
1-3 years 2 grams
4-6 years 3 grams
7-10 years 5 grams
11-14 years 6 grams
Adults 6 grams
Source: Scientific Advisory Committee on Nutrition
This next site pretty much tells you the same thing, read more here
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
I got this from Baby Center.
Unfortunate Incident #2: Let's say I heard this from a friend who heard it from a friend. Well my friend, was telling me about something that happend to her friend X and X's friend Y. X and Y work together. They have a superior called Mr. Z. X and Y are not Malaysian nationals. They are from...let's say....urm 'Croatia'. Mr. Z is Malaysian. In delegating work to X and Y, Mr. Z gives them a word of advice, "You know its important to always maintain cleanliness. Especially you 'Croatians'. Your people always contract a lot of diseases because you are dirty. You bring diseases like Bird Flu and Typhoid." My jaw dropped. I tell you ah. I so so tak puas hati oh hearing crap like this. How do you say something like that to someone? No one deserves to hear stuff like that being said about their own people. I was told that X was brought to tears by this comment. It's just horrible and degrading and insulting and hurtful and uneccessary.
So here's to you Malaysia. We have a long long way to go....
After Desa Waterpark exit at 7:10 am
The conclusion, you can't have it all and sometimes you don't have a choice. Looks like i'll be sticking to my new schedule. There's got to be a better way! I'm not doing this for long.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
1. I can't function properly without seeing Elil (awake) before I leave in the morning. Sakit oh my hati.
2. Today I start my new office hours, 7:30am - 4:30pm just to avoid the traffic. I left early today and the roads were already jammed.
3. I am PMSing.
That's it for now.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Why ah? I think it's partially the job/industry, a portion the people I work 'for' and other bits because of me, the change in me. BIGGEST factor at this point is the people and environment. Let me explain. Our department is divided into 2. First group is SVV the powers that be. Second group is the only (derogatory) contingent team. Wild guess which group I'm in? So I have had enough of being treated like a second class citizen, totally unappreciated, knocked down at every opportunity. It's like a game for some people, seriously. They see an opening to make you look bad, go all out to slam you and instantly they feel 100x better about their sorry selves. It's politically driven too I'm sure. Why can't we just go to work, do what we're paid for, make some friends along the way and then go home to our families? Do you really have to walk all over people to climb your way up the corporate ladder? I am sure there are a lot of people out there who have achieved great success without having to take advantage, degrade, belittle others.
14 months, 17 days ago I changed. Life changed. Priorities changed. I experienced a shift. Life isn't all about me anymore! It's about her. And him. And my intrinsic need to care for these two people in my life. And so I lost my focus on anything that tore me away from this. Here I am. I want to be with her. I have to work. You can never have it all I guess. But you sure can try to keep the important things. *Sigh*
Time to double the effort into finding something to do from home, or at least something closer to home. Good luck Pu.
And lastly, this *amn industry! Facility Management? You mean DBKK?!! I find it a waste of time having to attend to people who complain like its the end of the world if today's temperature is .5 degree C below the norm, or if there aren't enough paper cups in the pantry. Use the porcelain mugs for goodness sake! Start thinking of the environment! Is it so hard to wash your own freakin' mug? Of course there's definitely more to FM than just cleaning. There's the M&E (Mechanical & Electrical) portion and the projects side too. And this is where I come in. There's an upside to projects because to a certain extent I can utilize my flair for design. Sadly, the extent is very small. *Sigh*
Friday, August 22, 2008
I got in my car after hearing the wonderful news and switched on my Sony Walkman. The CHORUS of this song by Planet Shakers was playing on my playlist and it brought me to tears(Thanks Meriel for the wonderful P&W), now I dedicate this to you dear friend (I will send you the song)....
All that I am, is Yours
All that I have, is Yours
I give You my heart and soul,
Lord I’m Yours.
Lord every day, is yours
Lord every breath, is yours
I’m giving my life to You,
Lord I’m Yours.
You alone are worthy of all praise,
You alone are worthy of all praise!
I surrender all to You
I surrender all to You
I am nothing without You
Jesus Christ, take my life,
It’s all for You!
You’re worthy of all praise (You are worthy!),
You’re worthy of all praise, Jesus!
Monday, July 28, 2008
The doc gave us so much medicine, cough & phlegm, wheezing and 'asthmatic' cough. WTF. She doesn't wheeze. What is an 'asthmatic' cough? I am in a panic, the labels sound serious. I think hubs can sense the rising panic in his panicky wife and the next thing he says really calms me. " I really don't think its what the doctor says" he says. Yea, maybe its not. Maybe the cough will go away and never come back. There was never any wheezing. And most nights the cough doesn't even wake her up. As long as we give her the cough medication as prescribed. We decided against giving her the wheezing and 'asthmatic' cough medicine because frankly we don't think she needs it. Still I am uncertain, I don't know if this is the best way to go. It's just terrible giving her medication, she utterly despises it. Each session is torture not just for baby but for everyone around. Watching her struggle and cry as if in horrible pain. 3 medications x 3 times daily is just unbearable. Do you think we should be giving her ALL the medication?
I worry for her still. My heart is heavy. I pray for my little angel. I pray there is no reoccurrence and that she is 100% healed from this. My nights are uneasy. She has shown signs of improvement since taking the medicine but we really won't be at ease until she's back to normal. On a happier note, her appetite is good and she's as active and cheerful as ever.
Monday, July 21, 2008
The priest also spoke of humility. This is one of my favorites. In many ways, Jesus has called me to be humble. It's something I need to work on daily. Pray for a humble heart. There is so much to read and learn on humility. Check this site out, Humility.
Mass a week ago was celebrated by Arichbishop Murphy Pakiam. 75 people were being Confirmed. Hey, they didn't get slapped on the cheek like I did! The Bishop just gave them a tap on the shoulder. His sermon was long but simple and direct and more importantly easier to understand compared to the St Francis Xavier's jesuits. Basically, he was talking to the newly confirmed most of whom were teenagers. What really touched me was his advise to pray 1. for a heart to love Jesus more and 2. for a humble heart. Again humility. Such simple words with such deep meaning.
"Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth."
— Matthew 5:5
Friday, July 18, 2008
Question 1: What were you doing 5 years ago?
In July 2003 I was in KL hanging out waiting for my Convo.
Question 2: What were the 5 things on your to do list today?
Question 3: What are 5 snacks that you enjoy?
I'm not really a snacker. But when I do, I tend to go for all those preserved asam stuff.
1. Preserved plum
2. Jeruk mangga
Question 4: What are 5 things that you would do if you were a billionaire?
2. Build my dream home, get my dream car, etc.
3. Make sure my family and loved ones never have any financial woes.
4. Create my own charity organization - build schools, homes, support groups etc. for the less fortunate
5. Travel & volunteer work
Question 5: What are 5 jobs you've had
1. Fun2 playmate - hehe
2. Hah Yo! Waitress - at STAR poolside, for a week when they needed temps.
3. Arrio's Cafe - Sunway Pyramid waitress for 2 months
4. Intern at PJ Indah Holdings - M&E consultants
5. Electrical Engineer for Power Project Consultant - M&E
Now for the 5: Ots, Far, Yas, Hema & Denna
Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
and now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours
Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing
We're just one big family
And It's our God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved
So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours
Scooch closer dear
and i will nibble your ear
I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
My breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what i be saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
this is our fate, I'm yours
Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find the sky is yours
Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me
A lá one big family (2nd time: A lá happy family; 3rd time: A lá peaceful melody)
It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love love love
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours
No please, don't complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours
No please, don't hesitate
no more, no more
It cannot wait
The sky is your's!
Friday, July 04, 2008
I was driving along the Damansara Highway headed toward the NKVE when my eyes were drawn to the back of this black MyVi. Sitting at the rear seats, facing the back were two little boys, around 4 and 5 years old. They were waving at the people in the cars driving behind them. Both deliriously happy. Making goofy faces. They spotted me looking at them and they started to wave even harder. I was so touched by their sincerity and their pure joy and excitement only a child can project that I started waving back. A simple wave at first. But then they went crazy with their waving when they saw that finally one driver actually reciprocated their actions. So I went all out with my waving as well. Leaning forward as our cars drew apart so they could see me still. This simple action just made me so happy. Seeing how their faces lit up by my response. Our cars parted at different toll booths. I looked around for them hoping to continue our waving contest alas we lost each other. They probably went on to make some other disappointed person's day. God bless them. It was such a wonderful moment where I became a kid again and all my adult problems just dissolved for those few minutes and I was brought to tears.
Just as I was recovering from that temporary high, I get a call from the office and reality sets in. Back to where i started.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Then in February, I hear that there is another vacancy available. This time I was hopeful. I read through the description and requirements. MS Project was a requirement so I got a hold on a cd and learned that well. What ever information I could get a hold on, I read through every related link, browsed the sites, talked to some wonderful and helpful ladies on the 2nd and 3rd floor. And I prayed. The works. A dozen times a day I was on the job searcher site looking out for the opening. So I could be the first to apply. Sending email after email regarding the status. It seemed like harassment at times. I'm sure I never went beyond being a pest or a desperate annoyance.
Finally, in June the post is officially on site and I can apply. I'm sure I wasn't first. I wait patiently. They tell me if the hiring manager finds me suitable for the post, he/she will be in contact. So two weeks go by and nothing. So 20 days after sending in my application I decide to make that important nerve wrecking call. The phone rang it seemed like forever, no answer or voicemail. I left 2 missed calls. I follow-up with an email.
Then finally today, I see his name in pink and I pick up my nerves to click on it and open the message. This is the last line....
I appreciate your keenness to join the team and under different circumstances I would consider you for the role.
The role that I applied for would have allowed me to work from home 5 days a week. Would have enabled me to raise my child which has been my dream since the 9th June 2007. I do not wish to elaborate any further in fear of just bawling in front of the whole office. Its enough to say I am in grief.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Your Mind is Yellow
Of all the mind types, yours is the most intellectual.
You crave mental stimulation, and your thoughts tend to very complex.
Your thoughts tend to be innovative and cutting edge, though many people don't understand them.
You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about science, architecture, and communication.