Today I spent 10 hours in Mid Valley, really. From 9am to 7pm.
I had a big breakfast at Coffee Bean, then spent 5 hours at the salon for my annual hair makeover. Found out that my hair stylist's birthday is tomorrow! Spent a bomb on my hair, really. Hubby would spend the next decade reminding me of this if he ever found out how much I had spend.
Then I walked the entire Mega mall, including The Gardens, really. My faithful Knickers nearly gave way to my weight. I do not know how many times I swore I would not buy anymore books, but every time I fail to remember that the moment I walked into the book store. After 2 book stores and some hundreds short, I continued with shopping until hubby came over and spoilt my spree >_<
After buying my cake and some eggs, we headed home.
It was a good day on the whole ... another year ahead. Hope that it is going to be a healthy and happy one.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
25th April 2008
I cannot remember when Parents Teacher day was like when I was in school. I think it only happened during primary school and it was usually once a year when the teacher hands over your report card to your parents.
And I have always been the subject matter.
On 25th April, Ryan's school had a parents teacher day - after 4 months. It was a short talk between us and the teacher. It was also a pleasant one since I am pretty in tune with what Ryan was doing in school. We were shown a file which contained all of Ryan's work and it was good to see that Ryan is doing well.
I am so proud that he is adapting well despite being only 3 years old. His confidence in speaking to people has improved tremendously. And he is also not shy to stand up for himself. Now, I just need to make sure that he is well manered all the way.
And I have always been the subject matter.
On 25th April, Ryan's school had a parents teacher day - after 4 months. It was a short talk between us and the teacher. It was also a pleasant one since I am pretty in tune with what Ryan was doing in school. We were shown a file which contained all of Ryan's work and it was good to see that Ryan is doing well.
I am so proud that he is adapting well despite being only 3 years old. His confidence in speaking to people has improved tremendously. And he is also not shy to stand up for himself. Now, I just need to make sure that he is well manered all the way.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Malaysian comedy
I have actually started to read the alternative media for the daily news update and not bother with The Star, NST etc. And I am not alone. Many of my friends also did the same.
The recent week however, I read the The Star and guess what?? there was a joke that it carried. First, it was said that the Parliment would show a "live telecast" of the first 30 minutes of the proceedings. Then the ruckus happened and some Info minister came out to say "we will not carry this live telecast anymore" ..... then there was a holw debate and many people supporting the ban and also many people calling these people names .... then today the newspaper said "ok la, we will give everyone a chance and continue with the original 30 minute intention, else we will waste the equipment we had bought for this ..."
What la. I really hope these people can make up their minds before talking to the media. And I really think they should go huddle somewhere and vote YES/ NO before talking to anyone.
Goodness, to think that there are people who would pay RM1.50 for the damn paper to read this silly news. Hmm ... maybe that is why there are still many more copies of The Star left on the shelves, even in the evening today.
The recent week however, I read the The Star and guess what?? there was a joke that it carried. First, it was said that the Parliment would show a "live telecast" of the first 30 minutes of the proceedings. Then the ruckus happened and some Info minister came out to say "we will not carry this live telecast anymore" ..... then there was a holw debate and many people supporting the ban and also many people calling these people names .... then today the newspaper said "ok la, we will give everyone a chance and continue with the original 30 minute intention, else we will waste the equipment we had bought for this ..."
What la. I really hope these people can make up their minds before talking to the media. And I really think they should go huddle somewhere and vote YES/ NO before talking to anyone.
Goodness, to think that there are people who would pay RM1.50 for the damn paper to read this silly news. Hmm ... maybe that is why there are still many more copies of The Star left on the shelves, even in the evening today.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
My little ambassador of humanity
Ryan is a vegetarian since birth. I had always been afraid about whether he can still maintain that when he goes to school.
To help him understand why we do not eat meat, I told him that all animals are our friends and therefore, we do not eat them. Thankfully, he accepted this.
About a month ago, Ryan started to eat lunch in school before he goes to nanny's. I would cook in the morning so that he will get home cooked food. In school, the kids will be eating sausages and nuggets etc. Every time he asks the teacher what it is, the teacher will tell him that it contains chicken ... and he will say it's ok, he does not want it. He will then just eat the food I prepared.
His teacher was so impressed with his understanding and determination that she has now decided to cut down on her meat consumption - wild boar and mutton. She said that if a 3-year old boy can be a vegetarian, she should also follow him.
I am so proud of my little boy. I am not sure how long he will continue to be a vegetarian, but the fact that he now is, willingly, is enough for me.
To help him understand why we do not eat meat, I told him that all animals are our friends and therefore, we do not eat them. Thankfully, he accepted this.
About a month ago, Ryan started to eat lunch in school before he goes to nanny's. I would cook in the morning so that he will get home cooked food. In school, the kids will be eating sausages and nuggets etc. Every time he asks the teacher what it is, the teacher will tell him that it contains chicken ... and he will say it's ok, he does not want it. He will then just eat the food I prepared.
His teacher was so impressed with his understanding and determination that she has now decided to cut down on her meat consumption - wild boar and mutton. She said that if a 3-year old boy can be a vegetarian, she should also follow him.
I am so proud of my little boy. I am not sure how long he will continue to be a vegetarian, but the fact that he now is, willingly, is enough for me.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Sharing my food
Lately, Ryan has been sharing my food quite a bit. Before, it was just a quick bite here and there and it never seemed noticeable to me.
Last weekend, I took Ryan to Mid Valley and we had a set of toast with 2 eggs. I got him a Milo and me a coffee. I threw in a butter cake because we were really hungry.
Before, I could consume all these, but now, I have to share with him. He ended up eating half the slice of cake, half cup of Milo, one egg, 1/4 of the toast. And I ate the balance. I had initially thought that it would not have been enough, but surprisingly, I was ok.
So, being a mother, not only would you lose some weight from all the chasing the toddler around, you would also lose weight from sharing your food! Which is a good thing I guess especially for me = )
Last weekend, I took Ryan to Mid Valley and we had a set of toast with 2 eggs. I got him a Milo and me a coffee. I threw in a butter cake because we were really hungry.
Before, I could consume all these, but now, I have to share with him. He ended up eating half the slice of cake, half cup of Milo, one egg, 1/4 of the toast. And I ate the balance. I had initially thought that it would not have been enough, but surprisingly, I was ok.
So, being a mother, not only would you lose some weight from all the chasing the toddler around, you would also lose weight from sharing your food! Which is a good thing I guess especially for me = )
Saturday, April 19, 2008
My parents are on the NET!!!
I am typing this entry in my parents' house!
This is so exciting.
Decades ago, when we first had internet access in the house, it was on some Pentium 75 computer with a mega huge screen and CPU and DIAL-UP!!! And it was deemed a luxury then in my household.
Decades later (and after many years of lapsed usage), my parents finally got hooked on the NET again - this time on broadband!!! And guess what?! they have unlimited hours on the net - as opposed to me and my miserable 60 hours a month.
Just now my old man asked about having a blog of his own = )
This is so exciting.
Decades ago, when we first had internet access in the house, it was on some Pentium 75 computer with a mega huge screen and CPU and DIAL-UP!!! And it was deemed a luxury then in my household.
Decades later (and after many years of lapsed usage), my parents finally got hooked on the NET again - this time on broadband!!! And guess what?! they have unlimited hours on the net - as opposed to me and my miserable 60 hours a month.
Just now my old man asked about having a blog of his own = )
More books
This is getting a little out of hand ..... I just bought more books this morning.
I even got a whole book on dinosaurs for Ryan.
I can already imagine my problem when I get home - I have no more space.
.... and my list of completed books is still at 1. I must start counting reading Ryan's books as part of this list too .... then it will not be so bad = )
I even got a whole book on dinosaurs for Ryan.
I can already imagine my problem when I get home - I have no more space.
.... and my list of completed books is still at 1. I must start counting reading Ryan's books as part of this list too .... then it will not be so bad = )
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
My reading list
Today is already 3.5 months into 2008 and my completed read books is still standing at 1. That is so pathetic.
Sigh ... must put in some effort to complete all my books.
Sigh ... must put in some effort to complete all my books.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
I am doctor, and also cement mixer
My little baby has taken in quite a bit of imaginary play of late.
Last week he was a teacher and this week, he has gone from a cement mixer to a doctor.
He was playing at the sink some nights back while I was busy feeding him. He had had enough and was trying to tell me so but I continued to ignore him. Then he told me that he was making a cement mixer and that the cement mixer said that he has enough (of food). I was "Huh?!" and then he repeated himself. Haha .... so rather than him telling me he has had enough, he said the cement mixer has enough. How can I rebutt that right? Ok lor, so I gave in and accepted that he has enough and has to stop.
This morning I had woken up with a bad shoulder and so, I have plastered those medicated stuff on my neck. He got up and looked at me and said "What happended to your shoulder?" then asked "Why got 2 plasters" Both time I had told him that I had a pain and the plasters are supposed to help me. He quickly ran outside the room and got his doctor bag and proceeded to get everything out from taking my temperature to checking my heart beat to giving me (3!) injections and giving me sweets to trick me into eating my medication. LOL. It was very funny when he reassured me that the injections were no pain and he even kissed the spot where he supposedly injected me.
In one of his doctor ritual, this conversation took place:
Ryan: Put this (thermometer) under the armpit ah?
Me: Yes, to see if you have a fever.
Ryan: The armpit got hair ah?
Me: Yes, the armpit got hair.
Ryan (he took a peep at his armpit): When Ryan grow big boy, then Ryan's armpit also got hair lor!
Me: Hahahahahaha! Yes, you are right!
Kids, sometimes you just got to know what you teach them!
Last week he was a teacher and this week, he has gone from a cement mixer to a doctor.
He was playing at the sink some nights back while I was busy feeding him. He had had enough and was trying to tell me so but I continued to ignore him. Then he told me that he was making a cement mixer and that the cement mixer said that he has enough (of food). I was "Huh?!" and then he repeated himself. Haha .... so rather than him telling me he has had enough, he said the cement mixer has enough. How can I rebutt that right? Ok lor, so I gave in and accepted that he has enough and has to stop.
This morning I had woken up with a bad shoulder and so, I have plastered those medicated stuff on my neck. He got up and looked at me and said "What happended to your shoulder?" then asked "Why got 2 plasters" Both time I had told him that I had a pain and the plasters are supposed to help me. He quickly ran outside the room and got his doctor bag and proceeded to get everything out from taking my temperature to checking my heart beat to giving me (3!) injections and giving me sweets to trick me into eating my medication. LOL. It was very funny when he reassured me that the injections were no pain and he even kissed the spot where he supposedly injected me.
In one of his doctor ritual, this conversation took place:
Ryan: Put this (thermometer) under the armpit ah?
Me: Yes, to see if you have a fever.
Ryan: The armpit got hair ah?
Me: Yes, the armpit got hair.
Ryan (he took a peep at his armpit): When Ryan grow big boy, then Ryan's armpit also got hair lor!
Me: Hahahahahaha! Yes, you are right!
Kids, sometimes you just got to know what you teach them!
A story from a friend
Today I read a story Mag sent to me, she had gotten it from a friend's blog (apologies, I do not have that website). She has sent it to me because (she knows) I am in a constant circle of hiccups in my relationship.
I want to thank (& hug) Mag for sending me this, for it is a beautiful story to share and it will serve as a constant reminder to me about how life can sometimes be so difficult for us but it takes lots of patience and faith to work it through.
The story goes like this ....
To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married.
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymore ..I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.
The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was greying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more .
- Author unknown -
I want to thank (& hug) Mag for sending me this, for it is a beautiful story to share and it will serve as a constant reminder to me about how life can sometimes be so difficult for us but it takes lots of patience and faith to work it through.
The story goes like this ....
To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married.
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymore ..I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.
The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was greying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more .
Now I realised that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart . The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.
- Author unknown -
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