Awaiting new year...

I'm blogging while listening carefully to my kids in the shower. Multitasking is the most important skill as a mother. Juggling 2 or 3 tasks is normal. A mother should be able to juggle about 5 to 7 tasks. The more the children the more your multitasking ability will have to develop.
I wanted to write a post before new year but since I just got a call requesting me to send in a document ASAP... I have to delay this for later...
In case I didn't get the chance to update...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Bila ada duit...

Basically translated to "When money permits..."
Whenever I came across friends sharing their holiday journey, I asked myself, why can't I have that. Where has all Hubby's money gone to at the end of the month that we can barely have some for a family vacation? Then I remembered the conversation we had on our way back from BJ. Turns out we don't have the extra cash because we spent a lot on huge purchase like our home, our Hilux, ours and kids insurances.. etc, which accumulated to almost 70% of our monthly income. His sole income. The rest of the money goes to bills, groceries, shopping if needed. Basically we spent a lot for things now so that we can retire rich! Hahaha...
As for family vacations, every year we have PD trip during CNY. And now we can add trips to CH for the next 3 years. Even though Hani has yet to have her own passports, I'm pretty sure we would be happy even if she doesn't have one. Besides, she's too young to remember any trip we make. Heheh..
As far as the holidays are concern, I don't think it's that important if we ended up with holes in our pockets. It is supposed to be a holiday, a break from work. But why would anyone want to come home with huge debt in their accounts? Hahaha.. I know some people who actually planned these holidays and took quite an amount of loan for it. But I salute those who can actually go for trips and make sure everyone have fun with limited RMs being spent. Wonder if I can do that for mine in the future.
Bila ade duit kan sayang? We'll enjoy ourselves like no one's business and brag about it. Hahaha.... And this is a promise... not the bragging part of course.

Independent girl

Hani has now declared herself to be an independent little girl. She wants to do everything by herself. Problem is, she's only 16 months old. She wants to dress herself, feed herself and if she can, she even wants to clean after herself on her own.

Today we went for a relatives wedding reception. She insist on feeding herself. I felt so guilty for the waiters and waitresses for the aftermath. There were more rice on the floor and table rather than the ones going into her cute little tummy. I think... Whenever I tried to feed her, she shook her head so hard and started screaming.. "NANAK!!!!" I know it seems funny to everyone, but when you kept brushing off rice on your dress and hers, I think you would definitely get irritated at some point. There was no baby chair available, and I had to sit her on my lap and eat, hence the hideous mess we created. Hehehe..
Then again the same situation happens at the restaurant at dinner time. The only different, she's sitting in a baby chair. No mess on my part but her uncle got rice stuck to his pants. She'll be the first one to eat and the last one to finish. The first because she'll start screaming for the food as if she has not eaten for days. And the last one to finish because she enjoyed the freedom of feeding herself. Such a big girl she is. Hahaha..
One thing though, she hates the mess she has created. She insists on cleaning up after that. Me being the ignorant guest and customer just brush off the request and left the scene. Hahaha... Hani will point to the mess and says... "O'oh!" And starts looking for tissues or towels. She can even demand that I help her look for one. Hahaha... What a girl!
And yes, she does clean up after her own mess at home. That's why our tissue box can be empty within 2 days time. I should start teaching her to use cloth instead or we'll run out of trees by the time she can say "Clean-up Time!"

Happy Holidays to All!

Just had a very interesting conversation with my neighbour regarding Christmas. I feel like sharing but I don't really want to upset or offend anyone due to the sensitive issues it could bring.
Anyway, I'm still awake waiting for laundry. Pack our luggage for one-night stay in Jengka. It'll take me at least a couple of hours to make sure everything is in. Hehe.. I can't imagine how my cousin dealt with packing with 4 kids. She must've started packing days ahead. Huhuhu.... Just our luck, our ever so loyal Hilux has gotten into a trouble of its own. As of now, Hubby decided to borrow his mom's car. Because cancelling the trip is not an option. I can't even begin to imagine what my mom would think once I gave her the reason for not going back.
So, I'll be spending Christmas holiday in Jengka and back to Klang on friday. Hubby couldn't take any leave. Then 2 wedding on the weekend. But I have only one thing in mind. I want to see babies!!! Hahaha.... I really hope we have the time for baby visits after the wedding.
Have a good holiday everyone!!!

Have you no shame?

Yesterday, my loyal brother told me how my mom has been babbling and ranting how her eldest daughter (me) has been telling her that she'll be back to help clearing some of the junks in the house to ease up the moving process. So, I decided to give her a call to tell her how sorry I am. Huhuhu... But instead I got this.
Not so recently, my parents have been facing trouble with their tenant. This family have been staying at our house in KB for almost 5 years. I think. I remember how he begged my mom to let them stay because apparently he has fallen in love with the house. Even when my mom insisted that the house is not for rent, he kept pushing for it. His last effort? Went to our neighbour for the spare keys and took it from her. I was shocked and wanted to intervene but my father (who has the kindest heart) told me it's going to be alright. The first few months the rental came in every month. Then once in few months time. Once as in just one month payment even though there are arrears of 4 months. Then.. no money came in. This has been going for years.
And now, since my parents are moving to CH and will be staying in a fully-furnished house, they have decided to send the current furniture back home. Dad has given them evacuation notice since last month, and found out that they have no intention to move and just informed that they're ready to make room for mom's things to arrive. I can imagine how pissed off my mom was when she heard the news. She called and got the wife. She gave her a piece of her mind and told them to get out of the house or else! Hahaha... The wife tried to sweet talk mom by telling that they don't have a place to go, bla bla bla.... Heard that the wife was on wheelchair. Her attempt to get her handbag from the snatch thief gone bad. Ended up with broken legs and arm. But that was quite some time ago.
I know it seems so cruel to kick them out of the house with their situation. But they have never respected any of my parents requests. They have not only stop paying rental, but my mom have been telling them to move out since last year!!! Way before the snatch happened. Dad wants to do major renovation to the house. And has been putting it off because of these.. I don't know what to label them. Shameless people? The husband has been avoiding calls. He claimed that business has not been doing very well hence the late payment. What late payment? You have not been paying rent for the last 3 years!!!! If you can't afford to pay then get out!!!

FYI: The rental is RM300 a month for a kampung style bungalow with a front yard that can fit a badminton court.

Can we have another baby, Honey?

This month I have been getting good news after another from friends. If it's not a wedding, it's the arrival of babies. Unfortunately I have yet to make time for a visit. Been nagged by my mom to go back to Jengka. She wants me to take my junks from her place. Hahaha... Anyway, back to the main topic. I have yet to see the newborns but already have this mixed feeling of when should I be having another baby. At doctor's advice I should take at least a 2-year rest. Initially I told Hubby I'm giving myself 3 years. But now, I'm not too sure I can wait that long.
Usually ladies with my current condition does not have what doctors considered a normal menstrual cycle. As for me, I got my cycle right after the confinement period. Both with Imran and Hani. And I never missed it. Not once. So the family planning part is quite easy. Until I forgot my ovulation day, then there could be unplaned pregnancy. Huhuhu... I wanted to get Implanon and have asked doctors for advice. It's the one most recommended for me. But I decided not to. Too scared. I can't bear the thought of having a foreign object under your skin. Since all contraceptive product for women will disturb the cycle, I felt 100% sure of not taking any. Hahaha..
But I'm in a somewhat dangerous situation. I want to have another child. Though Hubby's not too keen to have one right now. I can play to forgeting card and just call it an accident. But I won't. I want to have more children but I don't have to trick Hubby. It ain't right. Hahaha... Maybe after Hani turns 3. At least I got 2 helpers to bid as and when I want to.Both of them have been very helpful nowadays. Especially when I can't reach the TV remote.
So Honey... should we wait another year?

L.A.Z.Y...??

I have so many things to write but once I sat my big asset in front of this very loyal machine, I got distracted by all the worldly attractions. Haha.. Mainly the online games. And of course blog-hopping...
Anyway, today was kind of a fruitful day. After a wedding reception in Rawang, we made a stop to Sungai Buloh. For those into gardening would definitely know the attraction. Hihihi... We ended up with two trees. I have no idea what is the exact name for it but I used to call it 'Pokok Pisang Kipas'. Haha... It has been an argument on whether it's a palm or banana tree. Neither Hubby nor me has ever been bothered to look up for the name or it's actual type. Somehow we just managed to totally drop the subject and leave it be whatever we wanted it to be.
We also purchased a few stone-slaps for the back of our house. We have about 5 feet unused space which normally homeowners would use to extend their kitchen but we have decided to do just yet. So I asked Hubby if we could clear up the space so I can start my herb garden project. Kind of a wishful thinking but I would like to give it a try. Hopefully I can train my thumbs to be green. Hahahaha!!

I woke up in the middle of the night...

and got myself the I'm-a-bad-mother-panic-attack. All of the sudden my heart hurt so much with this guilt feeling of whatever that I have done wrong to my kids. Everything flashes through my mind. The day I dropped Hani, scolded Imran for not refusing to eat, scream at Hani for hitting her big brother (she just turned one!) and everything that has the same element of scolding smacking and late development. (which does not include the late teeth development)
Anyway, I do have this kind of panic attack some times before. But not in the middle of my beauty sleep. My unconscious mind must be telling me something. Have I missed something? Today I got to know that my friends are sending their kids to kindergarten at the age of four. I personally wanted to send Imran when he turns 5. Since some school teachers advised me to do so. Even my mother told me not to send off Imran for academic learning at a very early age.
Am I jealous of what other kids can do academically? Of course I am. My son can barely writes but he has had a very good attempt in doing so. He can recognize all the alphabets and numbers but not words. And obviously he doesn't do sums. But I'm still proud of him. Because I have never forced him to any of this. But when I see kids who are able to do simple word reading and additions, it made me wonder have I missed something?
When I was wandering around the children section at Borders, The Curve (while waiting for a friend getting dental check-up), I saw few kids reading with their parents. And I see Imran running all over the place with excitement and Hani rearranging the books on the shelves. The two of them were really excited seeing all the books but unfortunately all for the wrong reason. Hahaha.... Somehow it did give some satisfaction seeing how happy they are in a bookstore. Though I wish I could bring them to library. Wishful thinking I guess. Had to wait for another, let's see.. 3 years? Huhuhu.....
I know I've been quite ambitious on preparing Imran to write and read. To me he's too young to be burden with early learning materials. But the competition out there has made me wonder should I sent him for and early education? Thanks to Allah, Hubby agrees with me on the too young subject. He said just send to him to kindergarten for socializing and getting the idea of paying attention and listening to orders. and somehow I think in one way we need to detach him from me. And sending him off to kindergarten is the next best thing after MIL.
Do I feel guilty leaving him after 3 whole years taking care of him 24/7? Absolutely! People might think I'm cold-hearted mom who didn't shed any tears when Hani was wailing and screaming when her hand was being poked for IV. But I know I can be strong. Praise to Allah. Now I;m being ridiculous. MIL once said about how she worries sometime about her sons. As I have told her several times, it doesn't matter how old your children are, whether they have turned grandparents themselves, they will always be your children. I have no idea how it feel to let go of your children but I do know that it's not easy to see them growing up. Especially when you realized something is amiss.
Please Allah, let me do everything I can to protect and nourish my children. Amin....

The day I got one year older....

is the day Imran first movie at the cinema! Wuhoooo!!! He enjoyed every second of it.
Yesterday Hubby decided it's time for a movie at the cinema. Since we're just 5 minutes away from it. Hehehe... I wanted to watch Madagascar 2. Unfortunately the showtime was way too late and very inappropriate for the kids. So we went for Bolt instead. I can't remember the last movie I watched because that happened more than 3 years ago! Huhuhuhu..
Anyway, while I was worried about Imran's reaction, I completely forgotten about Hani's. Since I will be holding Hani, we thought it wouldn't be a problem. Boy it could not be more wrong! The moment we stepped into the room, Hani froze. Apparently dark places and loud noises does come easy to her. Hahaha.. And this is the girl who could sleep soundly while mummy vacuuming the room. Haiyak! As soon as the movie started, she started to wriggle her body to show how uncomfortable she was. Hubby took her and brought her outside. I was enjoying the first quarter of the movie when I felt guilty ad decided to take turns.
Result? I missed half of the movie because Hani refused to go back inside. I had to wait until she was really sleepy and start to sweet talk her and bribe with BF. Sneaky me? Naahh... Fortunately I went in time for the climax. The movie of course. Hahaha... I had forgotten how loud the sound system can be in a movie theatre. It was deafening!!! I totally understand why Hani was miserable. Wait a minute? Did I just use 'totally'? Yikes! I really need to buff up on my vocab!
Finally Hani fell asleep on my lap. Imran was definitely enjoying his first time at the cinema. Hubby was having a good time. And the birthday lady? Well, there wasn't any candle blowing moment or cakes. Nor do I get any present! Huhuh... But I am just happy that Hubby chose this day to have family movie time! Thank you sweetheart, maybe on your birthday we can watch the full movie without the dramas. Provided there's a good PG13 movies. Hahaha....

Hani oh.. Hani

She is currently obsessed with David Archuleta's song Crush. She can actually start to throw tantrums if I change the channel when the clip is playing on TV. Not to mention playing it on youtube just for the sake of distracting her. She'll starts by squirming he body in a way you would understand how angry she is. Then uses her voice to elaborate more on her frustration. Huhuh...

And here's another activity she loves to do....

IMRAN!!!!

About half an hour ago, I heard a loud thump in my closet, followed by Imran screaming. Went to check and saw this 6-chests MALM drawer has fallen with its content all over him. I wanted to scream out of panic because I was thinking the worse. Lift up the stupid drawer and surprisingly Imran got up and went out of the way. I was like.. okay, no broken bones. Let's see... I kept asking him, do you feel pain? (stupid question, I know) Where's the pain? And my boy kept saying his legs and his back but he was definitely not crying because of the pain. He was crying because he did something wrong and afraid of what I might do to punish him. I can assure everyone that I definitely did not let out my wrath when I found out he was actually using the drawers to climb to the top. Even though I have told him not to when caught him doing it several times before. I just pray that this will be his last try to repeat test his climbing skills.
Oh, Imran got away with a little scratch on his back. What a close call.

(picture courtesy of www.ikea.com)

How do you deal...

with people giving you advices which you know perfectly well does not really suits your belief?
I believe that my children will be alright even though they have yet to talk properly, potty-trained and most important is the part where it has been quite an issue for me personally. To get him to behaved in public. Heheh..
Truth be told, I know Imran can be a handful sometimes, especially when he's bored. And when he throws tantrums, that's just about it. He just won't give in. Especially when we're going out either window shopping or grocery shopping. His wailing would definitely drive strangers crazy and start giving me the what-kind-of-a-mother-are-you look? I don't blame them. Seriously, I don't. Lucky me though, Imran often scream because he's bored. Not because his demands were ignored. He'll start of saying he's sleepy and wants to take stroller ride. Even though Hani has already occupied and sleeping soundly in it, we will quickly give in because no one wants to carry Imran. Haha.. poor boy! But what happened when we forgot to bring the ever so loyal stroller? That's when war occurs.
My mom has been nagging about potty-training Imran. She brag about how she trained me and my siblings to be diaper less by the age of 2. Who doesn't want their child to be rid of diaper? But I surely not going to push Imran to do something he doesn't understand. Honestly, I'm having trouble teaching him what 'kencing'(pee) is. When I put him on the toilet to pee. He kept saying 'takde kencing! takde kencing' (there's no pee! there's no pee!). Even if I kept him for quite sometime, there was still no pee. I remember when we had to collect his urine during a check-up for his high fever, it took us around 2 hours to get it. He really knows how to hold his pee that I can say. When a mother shared how it took her 4 months to trained his son. I know I'm alright. I'm definitely still a good mother. Hahaha...
Another issue is, kindergarten. For heaven's sake, Imran is just 3++ years old. I'm proud to say he can recognize alphabets and numbers. He can even write some of them. And it didn't stress me one bit to get him to sit down and write. Not once. I did try to get him to sit and write sometimes but he gets bored quickly. Never force. Just ask. Has yet to teach him sums. Hahaha.. There's nothing wrong with early education. But not to the extend they have to worry about exams at a very young age. For your information, he has starts to recognize arabic letters. How about that? Hehehe..
So please people, just let it go. As long as Hubby agress with my method of raising our children, I highly appreciate all the advice but try not to question why I don't do it the way you see fit. Because as far as I know, Hubby and I are still their parents.

I love you Hubby!!

I got my dressing table!! At last... hehehe...
Hubby being such a very good handyman has put up the EXPIDIT (I think) rack bought from IKEA to make a new dressing table for us. He also install the mirror which came free with the walk-in closet we had assembled few months back. Finally! Hehehe
Now all I have to do is find whatever I can to fill up the empty space.

All grown up

It's my dad's birthday today. 2nd of December. I know someone has the same birth date as him. My best friend's son. Hehehe... Huge age gap there.
Let's see... today my dad turns... hmm.. 55 this year. supposedly retiring next year but with the sudden promotion plus transfer, he has another 3 years to go. I was wondering when he's going to stop working for good. For someone like Dad, he would definitely be restless if he's not working. I'm not sure about the money though. I knew he has savings, but according to Sis, his money has been drained out but that's just a speculation. She just happens to see the statement of his bank accounts. Maybe I should ask her which bank she saw? Hahaha...
Everyone has problems. It's a matter of how they deal with them. Run away or just keep your head up and settle them. Unfortunately there are those people who tends to get someone to settle the problems for them. Especially when it comes to money. I can understand how people can have bad financial situation at one point. But it just pisses me off when they expect someone else to come to the rescue. I'm not talking about newlyweds or just become parents kind of situation. I'm talking about a family whose kids are all grown up. Living in their own house, driving luxury cars where all kids have their own. For those who can have driver's license of course. And still have the guts to come to their relatives and ask for money due to the humongous debt on their shoulders. Why in God's name would anyone in their right mind would want to help these people? Oh wait... because it's the right thing to do.
Anyway, I'm not saying that we shouldn't help our relatives when they're in trouble. But shouldn't it be a lesson too for them? They would've thought of changing their lifestyle. But no! They went on living their life as if nothing has happened and went back to their debt. Don;t they watch Suze Ormon's Show on CNN? Till debt do us part in Discovery? Guess they don't. Those people ended up selling their house, cars and everything they have just to get out of debt and avoid declaring bankruptcy.
All grown up doesn't really mean all grown up. There are lots of grown up people acting as if they are bunch of youngsters where they can turn to someone for money. Specifically cash! Growing up takes a lot more than just adding numbers to your age.
I'm going out of the context already. Hahahaha...
Happy birthday Dad!! Don't worry about me! I am happily married to a grown up man. Though it's nice to know there's still a naughty kid inside that very young heart. Love you Dad!!

Not in the mood...

for blogging. I'm still active with blog hopping though. Just not in the mood to write.
As some of you might have known, I have been looking for a job and preparing myself to get back in the rat race. Up till now, no good news. There's no bad news either. After few weeks of looking, I only went for one interview. Hahaha... The first time I went for interview was 5 years ago. Imagine how nervous I was to go for it. I really thought I nailed the interview. The very nice lady even told me the position she wants to give me. Told me everything I need to know about the company. The benefits, the perks and wanted to get the director to come and have a word with me. Or maybe that was just an act. I don't know. I was really hoping tat was it. I'll get this job. They kept asking how soon can I start. And I need to make sure I'm not pregnant to through the medical check-up and all..
It has been one week. I need a job!! Hubby promised me a car once I got a job offer. Pleas call me with a job offer.... PLEASE!!!!

p/s: Geez Anis.. get a grip on yourself. It's just a job...

Weak or just plain old....

Last Thursday I had to call Hubby to come home early as I was unable to get up to prepare food for my kids. I was shivering like no one's business. I remember the last last I shivered severely like this was I got chickenpox. Ended up took the bus ride all the way to Jengka. Hahaha.. That was back in the single days of course. But today I was definitely defeated by fever. It was not even a high fever. Just the common viral fever. But I was down for 2 days straight. Then to make matter worse, Hani caught it right after I have gain my normal body temperature. Poor angel was so grumpy and moody that it really kills me to see how uncomfortable she was. Up till today she still has yet to gain her voice. Though she no longer has fever.
During the sick days, it really hit me that I seriously need to be prepared of sick days. I rarely get sick. Even if I do, never to the extend I was not able to get up and feed my kids. That was bad. Very, very bad. I felt so helpless. I have always believed I can beat any sickness. As long as I can take care of my family, I'll be fine. But what IF..?? With a family history of cancer, it's not exactly a pretty thought to have in mind. Then again I could be way off in the worry wart department. Huhuhu...
Maybe, just maybe I'm getting old. I know some of you who would definitely disagree with me. Don't get me wrong. We just don't have the energy of a 3-year old. We definitely don't have the healing ability of a 3-year old. Hahaha... How I wish I was 3 again... Sure, you can jump and get to see how well you can avoid the fall. And have your mom come running and screaming at you to stop doing whatever that is you're doing. How amazed you are that your mom has eyes and ears everywhere no matter how discrete you have tried to bully your sister. The complete ignorance to the fact that you can actually hurt yourself by jumping off the couch. What a bliss!!!!
Let's face the fact, I am definitely getting old. No matter how young at heart I may feel, my bones and muscles tell me otherwise. Either get in the program or keep by the phrase, ignorance is bliss and join in with my 3-year old boy in his game of torturing his darling sister. Huhuhu....

Have you ever?

Have you ever felt alone in life,
Felt no-one cared for you?
Or been out with group of friends,
And felt alone then too?
Have you ever had a broken heart,
You felt couldn't be repaired?
Or to touch somebody with your words,
But knew nobody cared?
Have you ever needed good advice,
But were too afraid to call?
Or felt separated from the world,
Surrounded by a brick wall?
Have you ever been asked about your future,
And said you couldn't care less?
Have you ever felt so confused,
That you couldn't even cry?
Have you ever felt so damn depressed,
Have you ever wished to die?

p/s: This poem was not written by blog owner nor does it reflects her life. An anonymous poet wrote this years ago and blog owner has kept it in her collection for no specific reasons.

Home at last...

I'm still exhausted from the long hour drive. Even though I did not drive but somehow I ended up with pain in the back. Not to mention the one on the arse. Huhuh....
Dearest Hubby told me it's a 2-night stay. And I packed just enough for 2-night stay with a few extra clothes for the kids. When MIL told us we're spending 2 nights in Penang, I gave Hubby a very mean glare which he understood that I have not packed enough clothes. Hahaha.. Not to mention diapers!!! Thank goodness the owner of the apartment in Penang has provided us with a washing machine. Huhu.. It has been quite some time that I need to hang dry my laundry. Tedious! Not to mention taking turns with MIL as she was doing her share of laundry too.
Anyway, due to Hubby's lack of energy (being the sole driver continuously for4 days), my kids rarely got the chance to spend time in the swimming pool. Plus we were having quite a hard time with Imran. He has found a phobia with deep water. Even with floaters on both arms and holding tightly to me or Hubby, he will start to scream and cry if his feet does not touch the floor. Trust me when I said nothing bad has happen to my son to make him scared of the deep pool.
When we finally arrived home, I realized how much I will not miss the family trip. Imran and Hani was behaving good throughout the long drive. But at some point when Imran starts to throw tantrums, I was not able to scold him. Let alone smack his hand for hitting his sister. I have nothing against my MIL. She's the dearest soul I have ever met. But if anyone knows my kids, they do have my tantrums as I have explained in previous post. And with my temper, who's to know the limit of my patience handling misbehaving kids. Hahaha...
Ya Allah... Please save my children from Your wrath as well as mine... Amiiinn...
LAUNDRY TIME!!!!!!!!

Out of this state

In few hours time we'll be on our journey towards North. Hubby's cousin is getting married tomorrow. Due to some poor planning. (hahaha.. Hubby's going to kill me) We have decided to drive all night long and try our best arrive at dawn. we'll carpol with his parents so the backseat will be a little bit crowded but I'm pretty sure MIL will make sure her grandkids will be as comfortable as they can. Talk about going all out just for sake of the kids, who would be sleeping all the way (Oh God! Please let them sleep soundly all the way!), whilst I'm preparing myself for leg cramps.
On Sunday we're going to head to Penang for a night stay. Not sure where to spend the night yet. Huhu... Just leave that to MIL. She's the best at planning family trips. Seriously! She's good....
Anyway, I'll be out for a couple of days. As if I'm blogging on daily basis. Hahaha... I'm sure no one will miss me that much!
Have a good weekend to all!!!!

10 years ago....

Hubby brought back boxes of our stuffs from MIL's place. She had kindly cleared our room. Found old photos from my younger years. Hahaha...

I can barely remember who's who in this photo but I do remember some of the activities we did during the course. It was held in Terengganu. Can't remember the exact name. Was it Bukit Kelawang or something? I remember carrying few chicken eggs in my fanny pack when we went for jungle trekking. Yes! I am guilty of using one back then. Doing abseiling was not so fun when our facilitator wanted me to do it head first. Hahaha...

p/s: I have no idea how many times I've edited this post. Too many typo error. I seriously need to brush up on my vocabulary as well as grammar. Dictionary and Thesaurus will be on my next shopping list. HAHAHA

Summary

Saturday (8/11/2008)

My one and only sister's birthday. She turns 27. Complaining about how she's having difficulty to find the right man to settle down and starts a family. Had to remind her do not put my happy family as the benchmark for yours!! Hahaha..

Got ready late morning and drove to Nilai. Hubby wanted to check on his rental apartment. The previous tenant has not paid 3 months rental and has been given warning to get out or we'll clear the apartment for him. Hubby was definitely ticked off by this guy. Late payment every month. Had to reminded every single day to bank-in the money. And now, after Hubby threatened to increase the rental, he agreed to move out. That's settled. now to get new tenant. But firstly we need to check the place. Just how much damaged has been caused by this guy. Dining, living, kitchen area was all right. Unfortunately not the master bedroom. There's a leakage from upstairs. To all who has neighbours upstairs you would know the hassle to get them to pay for repairs. So Hubby decided to paint over them first on the advice of the maintenance guy of course.

Sunday (9/11/2008)

Another trip to Nilai. It's cleaning time. Packed ourselves with paint brushes and cleaning clothes, we were ready to clean up the mess previous tenant has left. Lucky for us, the kids was behaving quite well. Apart from the fact there's no entertainment from the loyal idiot box. Haha..
Came home to a messy house. I've already cleaned the living and kitchen area but still awaiting time and energy to do the rest of the house. Can't even get myself to fold the laundry! Huhuh.. exhausted!!!
Monday (10/11/2008)
Woke up to an empty freezer. Thought of doing grocery shopping and have lunch outside. Hubby reminded me MIL going to pick me and the kids after Dzuhur. We're spending the night at Rawang. So I have to pack thing for overnight stay. I hate packing. Especially when you discover that you forgot to pack extra clothes for the kids. Not to forget I keep forgetting to pack floaters for the kids to use in the pool. I can never get tired of listening to people reminding me that. Especially when I have to pack for three and a half. Hahaha.. Hubby can pack for himself. But I just like to get annoyed by doing it for him. Sounds pathetic? It is!
Tuesday(11/11/2008)
On the way back, we made a stop at IKEA. I was wearing flip-flops with t-shirt and jeans. Seems like a 'bibik' rather than a mother of two. Not to mention we had our lunch at Waroeng Penyet. Sheeshh... Arrived home, went straight to the washing machine. I had a mountain of dirty laundry. Bedsheets, blankets, towels which was supposed to be done on Monday. So there I was, clearing up laundry and trying to think what to have for dinner. Decided on frankfurters, scrambled egg with cheese and toasts. Breakfast meal became dinner for us. Well, at least Imran was not complaining. He finished 3 frankfurters.
Oh and I have to prepare for assessment test the next day. 10 am at Glenmarie.
Wednesday (12/11/2008)
Went for the assessment test. Stopped at Tesco for 2 days groceries. Arrived home exhausted. Wanted to take a nap. Ended up playing pack rat and bubble town. Hahaha....
So there, the boring life of moi!

For my dear sweet Hubby...

Sweet Sour Siakap for tonight's dinner.

When did I stopped cuddling Imran?

Every day I will cuddle Hani until she squeals for freedom. I'll hug her as tight as I can and she'll enjoy the first few kisses and then starts to scream for me to let go. Hehehe.. She smells so nice. Babies do. Then I realized I have not cuddle Imran for quite some time. I know I always do that to him too. But when did I stop doing so? I even asked Hubby about it. Obviously he wouldn't know about it either.
Don't get me wrong. I do give Imran and occasional cuddle when I can. It's just that Imran kept pushing me away. Has he grown out of cuddling? He enjoys hugging, though. And he really love to put his arm around Hani at night. Even though Hani hates it. She's not exactly a cuddling type actually. She can refused cuddling even when she's already fallen asleep.
I missed cuddling Imran and Hani at the same time. We use to sit on the sofa and watch cartoon with both of them on my lap. Nowadays, they even ignored me at some point. As long as I'm within 2 metre-radius, they're fine. It not, one will start screaming for me.
I'm going to bed. One thing both my kids can't seem to let go is. Sleeping on the same bed. Apparently Hubby is comfortable enough sleeping on the single mattress meant for Imran. It's just wish I could be the one between Imran and Hani so I can hug them both. Unfortunately, I'm the culprit that separate Imran from Hani. Huhuhuhu.....

My apology goes out to Knufflebunneh!

Few days ago, I admit to a friend that I am one of those disrespectful people who chose not to return their shopping cart to it's rightful place. Though I do not block any parking spaces nor the road, I feel terrible for not returning the cart. And today I did it again!
Ever since I go grocery shopping without Hubby, I seems to have lost the ability of being a responsible person. You see, my excuse is this. When you lave heavy loads of wet and dry groceries, you tend to chose the easy path. Strapping two kids in the car, making sure everything is inside and paid for, keys are in place and the list goes on, the easiest way to handle the cart is moving it out of the way. Of course that goes to other people's way too. I'm not that selfish.
But to the people who have been a victim of my lack of responsibly and respect. I am very sorry! Please accept my humble public apology. This is not a joke. I am serious. I know how it feels to have disrespectful people leaving their cart right in the middle of the parking space.

My first attempt

That's right. After so many times I've told myself I need to learn to cook traditional delicacy. Here's to me... Huhuh..
MIL gave us a bunch of sweet potatoes which I know we're going to have a hard time finishing just by steaming and boiling. So I took this chance to try my culinary skills. So there!
The name I have been informed is Cek Mek Molek. Is there any other names I should know about?

A hypocrite?

hyp-o-crite

1 : a person who puts on a false appearance of virtue or religion

2 : a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings

How do you feel when someone accused you of being a hypocrite? I was stunned. A bit blur too. What exactly did I do to make people think that, I wonder? Maybe I am a hypocrite. Then again why do you care? Hahaha... So does everyone else. According to the definition above it seems that everyone else is guilty as I am. Who in their right mind would want to show how they exactly feels all the time? Would you actually say to a person you hate their guts just to avoid being a hypocrite? I know I won't. I just keep my big mouth shut and get on with my blissful life.
Anyway, someone asked me a quite interesting question. How can I be so content with my life? Does that sound right? Hehehe... It took me a few days to actually realized that I am happy with my life. I am definitely content. I don't really remember the last time I cried myself to sleep. After 3 years of being a housewife, I have finally accept it. Ironically, Hubby just asked me to get a good-paying job within this month. Hahaha... The thought of going into the rat-race definitely bugs me. But after a few days of applying for jobs online, I have become a little bit excited. Hahaha... calm down. I haven't even got any interview offer yet.
Last year someone asked me have I ever had any disagreement with Hubby. She was trying to ask have I ever had a fight with Hubby. Of course we fight! It's just a matter of how you handle it. If you tend to dwell on the fact he's not the perfect guy for you, then your marriage is doomed. However, if you remember how his quirkiness stole your heart and turned you into the biggest jelly, then the sacrifices you make could well be worth all the pain. Just remember we're not that perfect either.
If you think I have the perfect marriage. Yes I believe do.

I'm sorry Imran

I wanted to share this little story which happened about a couple of weeks ago. All this while I thought every time Hani cried, its either she was hurt or being bullied by Imran. But this incident changed my quick-to-judge assumption. hehehe
I was tired from doing house chores and cooking. So I decided to bring everyone upstairs so that I can take a nap. I was lying on my bed when I heard Hani was crying. I asked Imran what happened and he just pointed at the drawers where I keep their clothes. I immediately thought that Hani's fingers was stuck between the drawers which has happened lots of time. I just told Imran to be careful and make sure hani doesn't get hurt. A couple of minutes went by and Hani was crying again. I got up without putting on my glasses just called Imran and asked him again. What happened? He pointed to the drawers again and just said that he hit Hani's hand. I told him to stop doing that and he just kept quiet. And I told Hani to come to me and join me to take afternoon nap. I even forced Imran to go to sleep. Fortunately every one did.
When I woke up afterwards, as I was walking towards the toilet, I stopped and saw the aftermaths of what Hani did before. The truth was, Imran scolded Hani for clearing his drawers. That's right. What I saw was Imran clothes has filled up my laundry basket and his drawer was empty!!! Arrggghhh..... I'm glad I just scolded Imran and did not smack his hand. Hani has cleared his drawer!! Hahaha... Guess when she saw the empty basket she had a sudden urge to fill it up. And the one drawer that she can reach was Imran's.
I am terribly sorry Imran for scolding you without confirming every single details. This is what you get when your mother doesn't have the perfect eyesight. Huhuhu...

BF story

I've read a lot of posts on BF. But I have yet to share my experience in BF my kids. The obvious difference is that I'm a stay-at-home-mother. So there's no need for me to pump. Well, that's not the real reason actually. The story goes this way...
When I gave birth to Imran, it was an unplanned c-section. Even during that moment I have already decided to BF my baby. With full support from Hubby and my dearest mom. There was a bit disagreement on some family members but I try to take it as a challenge. Unfortunately for me though, I did not inform the nurses that I want to BF my baby so Imran's first milk was FM. Sorry sweetheart, I had blacked-out due to the massive anesthetic. Hahaha.. excuses. Anyway, there was not much help from nurses. I was having trouble to BF because neither moms had experience. It took me quite some time until Imran was able to nurse. A couple of weeks actually. I almost quit but Hubby firmly told me not to.
I was in pain due to my swollen breasts. Thank goodness in didn't get worse. I tried pumping but Imran still refuse to drink even from the bottle. Guess it tasted weird. Huuhuh.. When Imran finally agreed to nurse, I was so relieved. When I went back to work, I did left some BM for Imran however it was not enough. And I was not aware that I can pump at work so by the time I reached home my breast was heavy! Hahaha.. Seriously! My mom told me to put cabbage to lessen the swelling pain and I did! Imagine having a piece of cabbage inside your bra. Ahh.. sweet memories that was. Huhuhuh...
Anyway, after I left work, I decided I was too lazy to pump and bottle-feed Imran. Besides, Hubby was having a tough time to wake up in the middle of night. So around 3 or 4 months, Imran decided he has had enough with bottles. Hooray for Hubby!! No more waking up to prepare milk! And I need to learn how to BF lying on my side. From there onwards, Imran was definitely fully BF. Hehehe.. Though I've had some comment that BM is not nutritious enough compared to FM? I just shrugged them off. To me, they have no idea what they're saying.
When I first found out I was pregnant with Hani, my mom already warned me about BF during pregnancy. She adviced me to wean Imran ASAP. Given the fact usually it takes some time to wean a baby. Probably o1 to 2 months. If lucky, a few days or week. Heheh... But I went on BF until I was around 6 months pregnant. During pregnancy, my milk supply was ample enough for Imran. I still have to wear breast pad on daily basis because I was leaking through my t-shirts. Then again he was already on solid food, and MIL has told me to start Imran on formula. So we did. But I still BF during night time. Besides I was busy at the laundry shop during the day.
The weaning stage for Imran was a breeze. I did not expect it to be so quick. I've read about tips to wean but I chose a more friendly way. Haha... Most tips say to use coffee or lemon or lime. But I found it to harsh. I'm already addicted to coffee, I don't my baby to hate coffee. Hahaa.. As for lemon or lime, it's too acidic. Scared it would upset his tummy. Hehehe.. So I decided to use.. PEANUT BUTTER!!!! HAHAHA... I know, I know. What if Imran loves it? Then I'll just use something else. Lucky for me Imran hated it. And it only took me one time to do it. That's right. The next day he was weaned. Kind of put me in a very awkward position because I definitely did not expect it to be that fast. I thought I was giving Imran ample time for weaning. So Imran was weaned at around 22 months old. Almost 2 years.
Then Hani arrived. During confinement, Imran got a flashback because he was crying when I refuse to BF him. When I was being massaged, milk was dripping, and Imran came to me and asked for it. He went berserk when I refuse. You see, I'm not comfortable with tandem nursing. I would've feed him if not for the ladies in the house kept telling it's not his milk anymore, it belong to his sister now. Please don't judge me... Despite me not wanting to tandem nurse, I was feeling guilty for refusing to feed Imran. He was already 2 years old. Heh!
As for Hani, she went through the same ordeal as Imran at the hospital. FM first day, but this time I was prepared. Once I can get up (the very next day of labour), I asked to BF Hani, resulting the unwillingness of Hani to be bottle-fed. Hahaha.. I was so proud of Hani at that moment. She refused to be fed by the nurses. Every time she started to cry, she'll wake up every babies in the nursery so nurses had to stroll her in my room to be fed. Good girl!! I only call them for diaper change. Hahaha...!
And here I am still BF Hani. No idea when to wean. She'll probably wean herself. She tends to drink and eat whatever Imran is having. She was drinking Imran's FM before she turn one. She even refuses BM when she sees Imran drinking from milk from his straw bottle. She's now very good in using straw. She even drinks carton milks. I wonder what what else she'll get from observing her doting brother. Hahaha.. Oh yes, she recognizes Ultraman!

Imran and Ultraman

All these years I have tried my best to make sure Imran doesn't watch violent shows until he knows when and who he can test his martial-art skills. However, just because he watched one Ultraman episode at a relative's house, Atuk has bought him 3 Ultraman DVD's. From then onwards, he's been watching the movies religously. So far I have managed to make sure he doesn't make Hani a target practice. But not at gramp's place. He'll start to kick and scream if he couldn't take a solid punch at his sister.
These are photos Imran with his Ultraman bought at OU. We went there during the fasting month. He was angry because he left the DVD's in the car. Yes, he carries the cd's everywhere! The toy doesn't work because once he remembered the cd's he'll start to whine again.

I love this one!

Taken at our hotel room in Genting.

Raya Photos

Sorry guys! Better late than never right? Heheh..
Hubby's not in the picture though. We were unable to locate the tripod plus Imran was having a mild tantrum that morning.
More photos in my FB.

Finally...!!

At 14 months, Hani's gum is showing two beautiful teeth coming out!!!!

The case of low self-esteem

That's right. Though some of you might disagree with that, I do have a very serious problem with self-esteem. I know I can do better. But somehow I need others to give me the boost in order for me to have confident in myself. Unfortunately Hubby is not exactly a cheerleader type. Hehehe...
I've realized this ever since I was in school. I wanted a position but when given the opportunity, I immediately backed out. I chickened out right after the first interview. At least I went for the interview right? Wrong!! At some point people would vote for me. But I would find my way to avoid the responsibility. The one thing kept going through my mind, 'What if I screwed up? I'll let all these people down.' Then I would definitely have a complete emotional breakdown. Might as well I give up. Huhuhu...
So now, I'm having the same situation again. I know I can handle the task. But being surrounded by people with much more experience does not give you the right motivation. Anyway, Hubby has been trying to get me involved in something. Well, this is something I could do. If only I could make some new friends. Preferably around my age? Perhaps? Hmm... It could really give me a boost. See, I'm definitely doomed. I know what I have to do. I need to buck up and just give myself a pat in the back and talk to myself. Hahaha...
Dang Anis! Get a grip will ya?

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I'm back!

After a grueling 6 days of no internet, finally I have successfully changed the power supply for my computer. Hahah.. I could've done this days ago but I wanted to test my addiction level. And good news is I'm not affected that much. Though I could help myself from twittering from Hubby's Iphone and checking out the facebook updates. Huhuhu.. Guess that's why I failed my so-called cold turkey rehab!
Loads of updates but I can't seem to recall what to write right about now so I'll just update on one things which would be a surprise to some of my friends. Hihih.. Here goes...
Yesterday (18/10/2008), I went to a home-owner meeting. I don't really know how many meeting they have done but I have failed miserably to attend. Since Hubby had happily submitted my name for voluntary committee it seems right for me to attend it this time. Hubby has volunteered to take care of Hani and Imran while I attend the meeting alone! So I have no excuse. Hahah.. The truth is I have been interested to attend for quite some time.
Upon arriving 15 minutes late than the scheduled time, I was surprised to see they pre-tem committee was still lingering at the parking lot. Apparently they were still waiting for more people to arrive. Guess it's not exactly a popular meeting. By the time we went in to start, I was the only female in the room. I really want to believe I was also the youngest. Seeing that most of them had to use glasses to read.
With all the issues to be discussed, I have been appointed as a Secretary! Hahaha.. Hubby had predicted that actually. But fortunately for me, our beloved chairman insisted that another gentleman should have that post and I would be his deputy. And here I thought I would be the one chairing the Women Affairs committee. Dang!
After almost one hour, Hubby texted me saying Hani has started crying out for me. Meeting was only halfway through, so I had to run down to get Hani. Lucky me, Hani behaved very well during the meeting and did even asked for her daily dosage of BM. Good girl sweetheart!. Mummy's a Deputy Secretary now. So you need to behave and learn your P's and Q's. Hahahhaa...
The meeting was all right. The matter arises was half way dealt with. I got to know some of my neighbours. I wish I could've known more. I guess some people really need to understand the importance of living in a gated community. Especially those who has to have an access to enter. Sheesshh...
All in all, it was good. I get to at least make myself known to them. Haha.. They even made jokes about how I could get a group of ladies and start a cooking activities. When it comes to the ladies, the activities is to fill up their bulging tummies. Just pray none of them will ever get food poisoning! Hahaha...

You're not that old....

My sister have been complaining about finding the right guy to settle down. She's worried that she'll be too old to be a mother. God knows why she has this desire to get married as soon as possible. Can't she live life to the fullest and let destiny plays it's part? Haahaha...
Ever since she blossomed (huhu.. I'm controlling my laugh as not to wake Hani up), she has had one too many admirers. Some are all right, some are quite mentally challenged. Somehow she has this tendency to be super nice to guys which makes things even more complicated. Most of her univ peers was younger than her. Not only they were young, apparently they were not mature enough too. Yikes!
Almost in every conversation we had, she would never fail to talk about how it sucks being the single bachelorette when all her friends are either getting married or pregnant. I kept telling her to stop dwelling on it and get on with your life. Somehow she just kept complaining how good men are no longer available and she's stuck with losers. Hahaha....
I even tried to set up a date with one of my friends. But Hubby said no. We're not exactly the kind of people who love to matchmake other people. Hahaha... I don't like the idea either. But I can imagine how desparate my sister was when she kept telling me how she worried that our mom would never approve the men who have actually proposed to her. When the truth is my mom never once set a specific trait or personality for a potential son-in-law. She only prays for her daughters to have good husband and raise a good family.
Come on sis, 27 is not that old...

Insomnia

Insomnia is a symptom of a sleeping disorder characterized by persistent difficulty falling asleep or staying asleep despite the opportunity. It is typically followed by functional impairment while awake. Insomniacs have been known to complain about being unable to close their eyes or "rest their mind" for more than a few minutes at a time. Both organic and non-organic insomnia constitute a sleep disorder. - from wikipedia obviously!

No, I don't have insomnia. I just have trouble sleeping at night. I can easily sleep during the day provided I would be really tired or the whether is too dang nice to be wasted on doing household chores. Hahahah!!!

Free Handbag

That's right. I'm not exactly sure how this works but heck, what have I got to loose anyway. So guys, oopss.. gals, let's see if I could be the lucky one. It could be YOU too!!!

HANDBAGPLANET

Computer obsessed?

Woke up this morning to broken computer. It won't start at all. I was already assuming something wrong with the power cable or something like that. But to Hubby's horror, I was already throwing tantrums because the computer meant so much to me. And I bet he doesn't really understand to what extend I would go just to get connected. Haha... No, I won't spend time at any cybercafe. Hate those places.
Anyway, it hits me today on how addicted I am on being online. Usually I couldn't care less about having a computer or notebook let alone being online. I spent most of my time staring at the idiot box for hours if I'm not attending to the kids. I wonder what triggers the addiction. Was it being able to finally get in touch with my long lost friend? Or just trying to keep my sanity after being stuck 24/7 with my beloved family? Hahaha...
When was the last time I ever had a real conversation with my friends? a couple of months back? Or was that last year? Seriously, I have even beginning to be forgetful a couple of times. You know the one the moment when you walked into a room and wondering what were you doing there? It happens to me every single day. I was supposed to bring down some diapers from upstairs but ended up with towels to wash. Had to run to get diapers before Imran or Hani started to leak all over the house.
I registered friendster, facebook, even twitter for the sake of my friends were having them. But now I find it very interesting in a way to keep in touch with just the click of a button. Hahaha.. So lame. I wonder what would happened if I keep myself away from the computer for a month? Hmm.. I know I can survive for a week. Hehe.. That ain't right. I can restrain myself from blogging for one week. But not blog-hopping. Geez, I better figure out how to handle this obsession before it gets worse.
Time to log off!

Finally.. a family vacation

Even if it was only for one night, we had a blast at Genting Highland. Apart from waiting 1 hour and 40 minutes for check-in at First World Hotel, the whole trip was wonderful. We booked our hotel room from their official website, but unfortunately that did not guarantee us a faster check-in. Hahaha....
Anyway, after settling our luggage and diaper duty, we went straight to the indoor them park. Imran was excited to for the rides. He enjoyed almost all except for the junior bumper car. I guess it's kind of too soon to introduce my son to a somewhat violent rides. Of course we try the roller coaster. Hubby just couldn't bear to enjoy that by himself. Poor him. Being a good husband and father some times sucks! Huhuu...
The initial plan was to stay at the park until midnight. Enjoying all the rides until closing time. But around 9 pm Imran was tired and started to throw tantrums. Can't really do anything though. Even Hubby and I was exhausted. Hani had her nap at her own sweet time since we had to take turns to carry her. No stroller this time. So she was pretty much enjoying every second of it.
We surrendered ourselves to our not-so-cosy room, and immediately went to bed. One thing which pissed me of that night was when I was having such an interesting night with Hubby,(for ocne he was listening to what I was saying), we were interrupted by one phone call. I will enver fogive that person because it totally ruined my night. Well, not totally. We were able to continute our conversation after a few discussion of the strange call. Hahah...
The next day, we went for the cable car. I made a complete fool out of myself when I screamed when the gondola went out of the building. Poor Hubby and Imran. They were both scared. Hubby has a thing with heights, but he was braver than I was. He even scolded me for scaring Imran. As for Hani, she fell asleep throughout the journey.
All in all, we had a wonderful time. Minus the very disappointing stop at Bukit Tinggi (the one with the golf course). There's nothing there!! I should have listen to dB. Hehehe..
I'll update photos later. Hubby's using the camera. And I just finished fixing the computer. Apparently my cpu cooling fan is loose and the power cable for the hard disk is too. Remember how back in the univ days we don't put on the cover for the casing? Well, mine is just like that. It's not closed because I still need to do some fixing with the cables. Just hope I can still remember what I've learned back in the univ days. Hahaha..

She made my day meaningful!!

No, this time it's not about my kids. But my MIL. She said a statement that really made my day. On the 2nd day of raya. At one of the houses we visited. She made a remark which gives me some kind of relief thinking I'm not alone in this world. And by doing so she admits to me and herself of the problem I have been facing.
Thank you so much for the statement Mak! And to have you say it without me saying anything is so priceless. Better yet you were not even talking to me. You were having conversation with your family and announced it to them. Hahaha.. what a joke that was.
To my friends and readers, I'm sorry for not being more clear but this matter needs to be concealed because of it's sensitive issue. It can and will hurt other people's feeling.

Complete exhaustion

After 3 excruciating days, we can finally get to stay home before heading for an open house for dinner. Not to rest or energy recovering moment, but to finish up house cleaning. The entire house needed a seriously overhaul. Hahaha...
I know I said I'll post some photos during Raya but thanks to dearest Hubby, we don't have any. I'm serious, we don't have family photos. I'm not joking here. Hahaha.. Poor Hubby. I'm attacking him in a public blog. Sorry Hon! Not really his fault. Just we completely forgot to check for tripod. Kept ASS-U-ME-ing that we kept it in somewhere in the our house when we didn't even picked it up from IL's place. Huhuu.. Nevermind, we can just dressed up to take photo next time. Yeah right! Taking photos with Imran and Hani? It has to be done by professionals only.
Anyway, on the first day we gathered at aunty's place in KRU and stayed there until around 3 pm and started the journey to BA to meet up with my parents. Stayed there until around 6 pm and agreed on meeting them either at Shah Alam or Subang after 'Isyak. Around 8.30 pm Mom called saying they're on their way to Uncle's place in Subang. Greeted with KFC and Pizza Hut. My Mom was furious but didn't day anything. Fast food for raya? Hahaha.. My parents stayed at our place for a night and decided to go back to Jengka the very next day.
2nd day, we traveled all the way to Rawang to visit Hubby's distant relatives. All in all we went to 8 houses. By the time we arrived home, our tummy was bulging and everyone was so exhausted that we kind of passed out once we hit the bed. I can't believe we went to 8 houses and eat all those meal. I don't think I can take it anymore. Hahaha...
3rd day, this time we went to Banting. This time was a lot less houses to visit. 3 to be exact. Hehe... I was not so tired but Hubby was already not feeling so well. His body had started to ache. Can't blame him though, he's been driving 3 days in a row. This is nothing like driving to work.
This weekend will be spent either full-blown rest or an all-out house cleaning. I'm praying for the cleaning. Dirty laundry piling up. Dear God! please give me the strenght for tomorrow. And Hubby of course! I need him to clean the toilets.

Eid is here!!

It's 2 am and here I am blogging. Haha.. I'm still in my Ramadhan sleeping schedule. But, then again,, who cares!!! Eid is here!!! I have already ironed our Raya clothings. The theme? Hehe.. I'll try to upload the photos later. Provided we can get a decent family photo.
I have this one thing to sort out first. What am I supposed to do in the morning? Hubby's family is gathering around lunch time at KRU. My parents, especially my mom is looking forward to meet me as soon as possible. But to travel all the way to Batu Arang and back to Klang is not exactly a smart decision to consider. Hahah... I wonder how the traffic will be like?

Family gathering....?

Ever since I got married, I rarely see or visit relatives from my side. We don't really have family gathering unless someone is getting married or passed away. Sad isn't it? Even for Eid, I know I have trouble keeping yup with family visits. But I can easily remember Hubby's family. Even their birthday months. For close family of course. And here I can barely name my own cousin from my dad's side. Hahaha...
My dad has 5 sisters and 3 brothers. One brother passed away few years back. All together 10 siblings. I have around 50 first cousins from my dad's side. Some of them has gotten married and have children of their own. My mom's side? 7 siblings from her mother and I think another 6 from her stepmother. Forgive my ignorance. Not exactly my fault. Hehe.. yeah right, Blame others. Anyway, I have around 30 cousins from her side. And of course they have also got married and have children of their own.
I know I should keep strong ties with family. But it's not easy when when you have that many to keep up with. And not to mention those who doesn't want to have anything to do with you. Yes, I have that kind of relatives, too.
Sometimes I envy my MIL's family. They have family get-together almost every month. Usually to celebrate birthdays. I can remember their birthdays and not my cousins. I can barely remember what year they were born. How sad that is. But I know I'm not alone. I know I'm not the only one who's unable to remember their cousins name let alone their birth year. Unless I have someone who can create a database for their personal details, I don't I will ever know. Hahaha....
I wonder if someone were to initiate family gathering for my dad's side, how would that turn out? Definitely need a very large place to accommodate loads of family. Hmm...

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri...

to all my friends. Have a good journey back to your hometown. Have a very happy and blessed Eid Mubarrak!!!

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Hubby, Anis, Imran and Hani

House cleaning and PMS

I have less than one week to do house cleaning and clear all the boxes. Apparently I have boxes all over the house. But these few days has not given me the right encouragement to do so.
Hubby got gastric attack and had to take MC. The next he was down with fever and decided to work from home. Isn't it nice to be able to do that? Anyway, his gastric problem is not yet cleared and his body has been aching for days. All I can do is give a simple massage, that's about it. I'm no masseuse. Hehehe...
To make matter worse, I had a mild emotional breakdown today. Hahaha... There's a very good reason why I do not take day nap. Apart from the throbbing headache, I will definitely be a little bit grumpy and has the tendency to loose my temper. Especially when I have things to do and it goes haywire when I took this unnecessary nap. I woke up at 6.40 pm to a question Hubby asked. What's for Iftar? Arrgghhh!!! I got up, went downstairs, realized that I haven't taken out anything from the fridge. I need to defrost everything in the microwave! Dirty dishes in the sink, my laundry is not done. And the hall was a complete mess!! I started collecting dirty mugs and sending them in the sink with loud banging. Huhuhu.. Went through the fridge, took out fish, chicken and lamb. Then cleared dirty dishes. Cling, Clang, Clong! I was seriously in a very bad mood for the next 5 minutes. Went back to the fridge to see what greens do I have to prepare. By this time Hubby was already upset. He came to me asking do I want to go out for a dinner? Since it was kind of late for Iftar. I just kept quite....
Then he asked me what was wrong with me? In a good way and started to pull me away from the fridge. he then asked me. 'Are you tired? If you are then let's go out to eat.' I was so stunned that I couldn't do anything but cried! Hahaha... I know, I know. Pathetic, ain't it? Hubby walked me to the sofa and started making jokes. Asking Hani to come and see mummy's crying. Imran was still asleep upstairs. If not he would've come to me and started to stroke my hair. Hahaha...
Instead of Pre-Menstrual-Syndrome, I've got Post-Menstrual-Syndrome.

My Choice: BF Part II

Ever since I started full BF to my babies, there has been a mixture of opinions from the so-called expert. Some say my babies are not getting enough nutrition due to the lack of milk intake. Just because I only gave them BM and no formula for their first year, they tend to judge my children according to their size. And now since Imran has turn 3 and he weigh around 13kg, I still hear comments about him not getting nutrition from the early years. For goodness sake I really wanted to give them a good smack on the head if I can. If the doctors say my babies are fine. Then they are fine. Yes my kids are a little bit small in size. compared to some children their age. But so was I during my younger and smaller years. What about some children who had to loose weight on doctors advice? Should that be a more worrying matter than picking on my kids?
I know this lady. She's a housewife. She can cook and she can sew. She has all the skills to be a homemaker but decided it's too tedious and energy consuming. The family sole income comes from husband's pay as a factory worker. They are blessed with 4 beautiful children. Out 4, she only BF her third because he refused formula. (Good for him!) She chose not to BF because... just cause. Despite the insufficient income she decided it's not convenient to BF her children. Only God knows how I wanted to strangle her and give her a good shake just to get through her thick skull.
I know mothers out there who are trying very hard to get BM. Trying advices and tips from elders and experts on how to increase supply. From shark's fin to papaya leaves. Modern supplements. And here is this lady who just chose not to BF her children just because she doesn't feel like doing it. To make matters worse, they just bought whatever milk they can afford. Because they don't have enough money to get the best. Well, I can't say or do anything now. They're children are all grown up. I just hope I don't meet others like this. I think one family is enough. If you can BF your children, do so. And if you can't afford formula, why in the world would you not BF your babies? With price hike coming every second, think of how much money you can save by giving you baby the best milk Allah has given us as mothers.

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My Choice: BF

Ever since I started my daily routine of blog-hopping, I have come across loads of opinions and comments about breast-feeding. Some were educational while some turns out to have very cruel comments for non-BF mothers. I can't judge those to made negative remarks because it their own opinions and hearsay.
I was brought up with Dumex (Membesar bagai johan!). My mom ran out of supply after a few months of giving birth. I'm not sure why but it happened. But to make do of her being unable to BF me, she never once fed me instant baby food. You know, all those nestle products. 4-5 tablespoon mixed with warm water and walla! A very nutritional food for your growing baby. Huhuhu... She will make sure I eat what she cooked. She was a working mom and still going strong. She was the one giving a full support to continue BF when some people just say bluntly that it's not enough. She was pretty well educated with the benefits of BM even though she didn't have the chance to that for her children. I'm proud of my mother for giving me the support I needed. I was in pain when my son, Imran, refused BM during his first few months. He was first fed with formula because no one told me I can request for BF. Of course Hubby was there too. She insisted that I fully BF my babies since I've got unlimited supply of it. Haha.. seriously. I have to where breast pad even when I go to sleep or I'll end up with milk pool on the bed sheet. Hahah... GROSS? Bare with me. Once he was hooked on BM, he completely refuse the bottle. When I say bottle, I mean bottle. So no formula, no EBM and the hardest part, no water. I had to spoon feed him with water. Due to this problem, I taught him to use straw bottle as soon as possible.
As for getting sick, I can't say Bfed babies does not get sick. Hani was admitted for 4 days in PMC due to viral fever and she's fully BF. Imran rarely fallen sick. A few case of high temperature but nothing that couldn't be dealt with a panadol syrup. Hihihi... He hates the coolfever stuck to his forehead.
I weaned Imran when he was around 20 months old. I was not so keen on tandem nursing. I don't exactly know why. Heheh.. Plus people been telling me not to. The elders I mean. I personally was not comfortable with tandem nursing. But I applaud to those who does. They got courage to do so. I just simply chickened-out. Hahaha..

Blogging from Jengka

Hubby has successfully set up wireless Internet connection for my parents house. Guess from now on I'll be asking Hubby to bring along his laptop whenever we visit. Haha...

It has been a tiring day staring from the second we woke up. Yes, I went back to bed after Subuh. Hubby too. He came back late the night before after hanging out with his colleague after work. After packing our bags, I had to help Hubby to load the glass display cabinet he has managed to sell to a cybercafe owner in Subang. It was seriously heavy and my fingers kept getting squashed by the sliding door. I can barely push the dang let alone lifting it to get into the back of the truck. But I guess I underestimated myself when we did it. Anyway, when we greeted by this one very blur fellow at the cafe. When Hubby asked is there anyone else to help carry the cabinet inside he had this oh-I-have-to-help-you-carry-it? look. After waiting for him for quite some time, (he had the nerve to tell Hubby to wait because he was busy) I told Hubby to take it out of the truck ourselves and take the money and leave. And we did. My hand hurt like nothing. Haha.. I'm exaggerating.
We stopped by at Digital Mall in PJ to get the router for my sister. Did some window shopping. Then Hubby teased me by offering me a new phone on the way out. Cheh! Of course I want a new phone. But then again, I'm content with the one I have right now. Hehe.. Hubby bought his Iphone and gave me his Sony Ericson. I'm blessed with hand-me-down gifts. Huhuhu...
Hubby drove until Bentong Tol then I took over since Hani was comfortably sleeping in her car seat. I wished I had bought myself some caffeine drinks to keep me awake by the time we reached our exit. Haha.. I got the red flag from fasting! Finally arrived at our destination around 5 pm. Imran and Hani slept all the way. What a relief!

Away for the weekend

I'll be on the way to Jengka to my parents house in a couple of hours time. I still have clothes and diapers to pack. Huhuhu.. I hate packing. But I loathe unpacking. Especially clearing out the dirty laundries.
Anyway, ever since my parents moved to Jengka due to work commitment, people seems to have the misinterpretation that is my hometown. Can't blame them though, my wedding was held in Jengka. Heheh... Especially with Hubby's family. His uncles and aunts would ask me the very same question every year. Will I go back to Jengka for Eidulfitri. Now why would I want to spend raya there when even my parents would not be there? Hahaha.. They will either go back to my mom's hometown or my dad's. My mom's from the east coast. While my dad's from central region. As for me I have always considered the east coast as my hometown. I spent most of my early years there. Hehehe...
I go to Jengka to visit my parents. I don't really know anyone there. By the time they moved, I was already in Cyberjaya, cracking my head to figure out how to graduate with good result. Which I kind of suck at it. Hahaha...!!!
I'll be spending the weekend in Jengka to get the chance to Iftar with my family. Truth be told I don't really enjoy my stay in Jengka. No, I don't have problem with my parents. I don't like the atmosphere. How do I explain this. It's like a ghost town to me. Sorry Jengka poeple. Guess I've gotten used to a busy town where you can here cars and motors racing through the night. The other reason is the cats! Don't get me wrong. I adore cats. I used have a pet cat. No wait, not one but several. Until I found I was allergis to them. And turns out so is Hubby. Can't say about the kids though, but I'm not taking any chances.
I wonder what exquisite delicacy my dad will serve us for Iftar today. Hmm... Can't wait! See you guys next week! Have good weekend everyone!!!

Doting Abang Imran

In previous post I forgot to write down about Hani's thing about blankets. She hates them. Actually she hates being covered with blankets or anything alike. Even when Hubby tried to cover her exposed feet she would immediately kick the blanket and whine until it's gone off. Eyes shut. Heheh...

So it really surprised me when this happened. Imran always goes to sleep after his precious sister has fallen asleep. Unless he was too tired to keep awake. And tonight was no difference, after I had put Hani on the bed, I continue with my blog-hopping and some online games. Imran will set himself right beside Hani and put his arm around her. Usually I had to warn Imran not to do that because Hani hates being hugged. She get this suffocating feeling. Not to blame her anyway, Imran seems to like the idea of wrapping his arm around Hani's neck. Not tonight. He didn't even try to hug Hani. But to my surprise when I glanced to see if everything was okay, I saw Hani was covered from chest down with my blankets. And she did not stir one bit. I was completely speechless. It took her doting brother to make her feel safe in blankets.

On Imran and Hani

I've been meaning to put some updates about the kids. Being such a forgetful mother, I tend to talk about something else. Heheh...

Imran
1. Able to recognize alphabets. Though we're having argument for the small letter. But still, spending hours on Pooh and the Hunny Pots game did give a very good experience on recognizing letters.
2. I recently notice he will draw eyes and a mouth every time he gets hold of a pencil/pen on papers. I should start with writing alphabets then. But how do you teach 3-year-old the right way to hold a pen?
3. His vocabulary is getting on a very fast pace. English and Malay. he can differentiate the words and understands that it has the same meaning. He's been using the work open for 'buka'. Each and every time he wants to 'buka' something, he'll say open. I'm going to have difficulty on clarifying the difference between opening the door and taking off his clothes. He uses open for both.
4. Still trying to potty-train him. He has gotten the idea that he needs to inform me when he pooped. But there were times when he completely baffles me when he said he pooped when he did not. Why does he do that? No idea!

Hani
1. Still no teeth. 13 months and not one single tooth.
2. Able to walk forward and backward. Even going on sideways. But definitely prefers to walk than crawl. Unless she's chasing after Hubby at the door. Crawling is way faster.
3. One thing I realized about her, she doesn't like being hugged. She will decide who and when to hug. I guess she has a problem with intimacy? Hehe... Unlike Imran who sleeps with my hands wrapped around him, Hani would just pushed me away. I have been unable to feed her while sitting. She does not want to sit on my lap during feeding. She wants me to lie down and feed her. Arrgghh.. Not easy to do when I want to watch my favourites show on tv. I hate watching tv lying on thw sofa.
4. She can dance very well. Hahahaha... With her hands movement and hip twisting. Girl, you're going to drive boys crazy with those moves. Not too fast sweetheart.

Yikes!! Sahur time!!!

Long day...

Hubby's got a call from his mechanic this morning informing that his car is ready for pick-up. At last he's finally getting back his baby. Hahah.. Well, good news for him but not so good news to me. I have to accompany him all the way to Rawang and drive back Hilux to Klang. Haiyak! It has been quite some time since I drove quite a long distance with the kids. The furthest I've gone without a co-driver was to TTDI. And now from Rawang? I pray Hani will fall asleep along the way.
So I had to get everyone ready for the trip. I had to clear the piling dishes before leaving. Cook lunch for the kids. Pack food, diaper bag, etc. By 1 pm, we're ready to go. The route to Rawang was clear since it's a public holiday for Selangor. Nuzul Qur'an. So traffic was fine. But I realized that as we were closing in to the destination, I was getting seriously sleepy. Not good at all! I was falling asleep by the second. I can barely open my eyes. Told Hubby and he was not happy. I hope there'll be place where I can wash up a bit to get rid of it. Hehehe...
Once we arrived, Hubby got out to test drive his car. While waiting I took as short nap. When Hubby got back, he went in and sat in the driver's side and told me there was a misunderstanding. The car was ready to go home yet! Hahaha...!!! I was saved! I felt sorry fot Hubby though. I knew he has been so patient waiting for this. The good news he can take it home by this Friday. Cheered him up a bit. So instead of me driving from Rawang, I'll be driving home from his office. It was too late for him to send me back and drive to work anyway. We stopped at R&R Sungai Buluh for Zuhur. Actually Imran pooped so we had to stop earlier. Huhuhu...
After sending him off, I drove to Tesco to stock up groceries and dairies. Wanted to get supplies for baking but cancelled cause it'll be a better deal to go straight to the baking supplier closer to my place. Shopping done, went home and started to cook for Iftar. By 8 pm I was so tired. I have regain my respect that has been lost in time for the long distance drive that Hubby has been dealing all these years. IT'S DANG TIRING!!! I have vowed to myself I will do my best not to nag him about not helping me out at home when he got back from work. Hahaha... I have now remembered the exhaustion of driving. Especially during the day. Man, I remember the day I almost hit the back of a lorry on the way to work three years ago.
So here I was trying to get some rest before getting ready to pick-up Hubby at midnight. That's right. I'll be dragging my kids for a midnight drive to TPM. Huhuhu.. Fortunately, Hani did not make a huge fuss. SHe did make a fuss, it was under control. Plus she was tired too! As for Imran, after all the theme song guessing, he went to sleep too. Guess he was tired of the ride too. Since both fell asleep, the trip to Nathan's Puchong was cancelled. I wanted to get hold of the cheese naan. But Something went wrong with my fried kueytiaw that I had to give up the idea of stuffing myself.
Arrive home safe and sound. Hubby's downstairs cathing up on CSI:Miami. Both Imran and Hani has gone to La-la-Land. And here I am craving for cakes. Oh wait! I bought a whole chocolate frosting mini cake from King's Confectionary. That'll do!