Let's all sing..

Happy Birthday to youuuu
Happy Birthday to youuuuuuu
Happy Birthday dear Homerrrrrr
Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuuu

A year older and hopefully wiser,eh?

-wise-enough-L

How's life?

If life is a drama, and the life we're talking about is mine, then what does it make me?

A Drama Queen.

Things have been ... how shall I put it.. surreal.

Ready for the story?

Last 2 weeks, I blacked out .. in the bathroom, while preparing for my precious Ni-Mu's bath. I can't say how thankful I am that I wasn't bathing her at the time and that Homer is already home from work. It was an exceptionally rough day, to say the least. I don't even remember the drive home nor filling the small tub with water. The next thing I know, my mom was next to me, asking me to wipe my face.

So alarmed was Homer that he actualy called 999 for an ambulance, which incidently came later than my mom who actually had to hail a cab to get to my place. I'd hate to think what would have become of me if it was something really serious. Once I'm in the emergency room, they strapped all kind of nonsense and poked me here and there to figure out what was wrong.

I've been having the flu, haven't been really eating and under stress so I suppose it was a sign from my tired little(?) body telling me to slow down. But you kow how it is, when everything happens at once, you just get sucked into the vortex and the next thing you know someone tells you to wipe your face.

The doctor said that there was something wrong with my ECG reading and told me that I have to stay the night so I can be monitored. All I can say is, that night, I wished for it not to be true, that I was just having a nightmare, but sadly I'm yanked back to reality. I blacked out .. for a good 20 minutes.

And so I was put through various tests the next morning, they even made me run on a treadmill at 30 degrees angle! Are they nuts?? I haven't been on a treadmill for a good year!

In any case, I'm glad to say that all tests came back okay, but I still haven't gone through my holter (some machine that records your heart rhythm for 24 hours) report with the doc. That'll be tomorrow at 11. It's been a long wait.

So many things up in the air, I'm feeling a little bit hard to breathe.

-waiting-to-exhale-L

Splishin' and a splashin'

I had to go to Penang over the weekend and we decided to make a holiday out of it. Little Ni-Mu travels great in the car, except for the occasional tantrum wanting to get out of her car seat and being a little bit "jakun" when breastfed at the back seat. I swear, the guy parked next to us at the rest stop probably think I was flashing him ... I'm sure I made his day... they ARE nice-ish.

Believe it or not we didn't get to really spend that much time together, I ended up having to do more work than expected, but we managed to eat that excellent goreng pisang from Tanjung Bungah.. crispy outside and soft inside plus, we got ourselves to Waterworld and had my siput judi (or was it judy? .. it's one of those really spiky siput).

But the best thing was we got upgraded, thanks to Homer's crankiness and non-stop calls to the hotel's front desk, and got ourselves a nice big jacuzzi tub in our bathroom!

There we all were.. The "Michelin" family.. It was hillarious, Homer kept telling Ni-Mu not to look directly at you-know-what, while she looks on at the two of us like we've gone mad or something. And so after Homer got over the trauma being nude with his little girl, we all sat ( and perhaps frolicked around ) in the tub with Ni-Mu happily splashing away between the two of us. Bliss...

A family that bathes together stays together, right??


-missing-the-big-tub-L

That damn ad!

I have a confession. My hair is falling out.. yessirreeee.. I no longer want to wash my own hair cos everytime I do, I fear that our shower drain may clog up and bath water would flood the whole apartment. It IS that bad. And so, I've resorted to going to hair salons and clog up their drain.

It doesn't help that I keep seeing this ad on how to know whether your hair is damaged or dry. The thing that bothers me about the ad is this - the dang experiment says that if you cut your hair and drop it in a glass of water and oil, you'll find out the condition of the hair. If it stays in the oil layer, then your hair is dry and if your hair drops down to the water bit then your hair is damaged.

The thing is, there's just 2 outcome isn't it? Either the hair will stay in the oil bit or the water part.. so either way your hair is screwed. What the f*#k??

O' thy beautiful locks with blonde streaks .. keep up your strength, this too shall pass....

-baldy-L

Is it really today?

All around me, people are embarking on a new journey; Mama and Papa Mido is preparing the arrival of Baby Chin, Super Lawyer Gal is moving on up, Subby Hubby finally gets a job which is in line of his study, K-devi has gone on a self discovery trip, Sing Sing Gal struggles with her own personal conflicts, Homer discovers the joys of being his real self in his home coutry, even little NiMu has learned a few tricks showing her nature as each day goes by.

Me?.. yes, moi ..

I feel different today, I just realized that in the past months I have changed. Perhaps its the sudden workload, perhaps its the emotional turmoil within me and from all the people around me, losing myself and re-discovering it all again with my little NiMu. As I write this, I wonder if I'm making any sense, I wish to find my pillar of strength but I don't know how to. And so, I look at the people around me ..

Well, sign me up on a trip .. I want to journey on..

On! On!

To Mama an Papa Mido, the baby will rock the boat, but you guys will do great! We'll be seeing you sailing through.. Can't wait, NiMu will have someone to bully ;)

-good-luck-me!-L

o' la la

It's funny how eventhough I've never met any of the wonderful people reading the blog, I kind of feel close to them. Yes, I'm talking about you.. You all know the highlights (even lowlights.. ) of my life and all the needlessly complicated things I go through.

Well, that's what life is all about ain't it? Being around family, friends, blog-friends, yadda-yadda. Sometimes I wonder what else is out there, and then I'm reminded that life is a series of challenge.

And what's the challenge for today?

1. Fitting into my old pants.
2. Resisting buying clothes from British India.
3. Getting my client to confirm a huge order.
4. Be a good girl. (Cos have been feeling naughty all week)

-amazing-race-wannabe-L

An open letter part 2

For those who has expressed concern over my open letter,

It's true, I can no longer trust as easily as I could before. I thank you for the kind words, and I am happy to be surrounded by people who cares so much for me. But it's not what people think it is, the letter masks a series of events around my life and those only those in the know, truly comprehend the situation.

I'm just happy that you all cared.

-thankful-L

An open letter

To whom it may concern;

Trust is a fragile entity. Remember the story of "the boy who cried wolf?". The trust has been broken and no one believed him when the wolf really did appear - he lost his sheeps, and it wasn't funny at all.

If people trusted you with their life, it's truly an honor; only a privileged few gets this type of validation. "I trust you" can sometimes be stronger than "I love you" And in that few seconds of judgement lapse, it is gone, broken, leaving the other person at loss for words.

I trusted you. Past tense.

-broken-L

Gimme a break..

It's been 3 months and a bit since I joined the exclusive club of mama-hood, where the joining fees can be on the high side. I'm talking about ..

Weight gain..

yeah..yeah there are some of you who could just lose it all, like 2 hours after the delivery, but in general, it'll be months.. even years to get back into your pre-pregnancy clothes. (Let's not even talk about pre-wedding clothes, just pack them up and send them out to those who really needs it).

And whether you're sweating it out or wrapping yourself up in one of those fancy schmancy slimming centres, let's face it, you need to feel good about yourself and so you end up buying all new clothes. when you find one that could fit (a.k.a somehing that makes you feel/look slimmer), you get them in all colors.

That extra curve..

Okay, the obvious one would be the source of your baby's staple diet. Your boobs now have changed not only in terms of size, but also shape. And bras doesn't come cheap.

The other curve, is the not so obvious one but once you've taken your layers of clothings out, you'll see it. That pesky curve (a.k.a the bulge) on the belly area. Those tight-fitting shirts that you have.. just put them away.

To tell you the truth, I feel that I'm doing pretty good. I have lost all my pregnancy weight and my friends have all commented positively on how I look now (thanks to an all-new wardrobe!). But when your mother is slim-queen-sub-40kg-tiny-kurus-kedengking-speaks-her-mind-little-old-lady... *sigh*

Everyday I hear, "gemuknyaaaaaaaa... tengok itu perut.. boing.boing.. jery mitaii*.."

ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-too-tired-to-do-gazillion-sit-ups-L

*like jelly..

Love hurts....

Someone very close to me has been hurt.. deeply by the one she loved. I am stumped. How could he do this to her? Yesterday I held her close, crying silently.. there's not much i could do to erase her pain except maybe to share it with her.

Everytime she sees Naiara, her silent tears turns into sobs. She has a baby on her own too, you see..

"And baby makes three.." Isn't that how the saying goes?
She asks me, then why do I feel so alone?
You have me, I said.
It's not the same..

I have no answers.. but I can share her tears.

Wonder Woman

This was me just hours before little Ni-Mu came into the world. If you thought, "wowser.. that's huge!!" You should've seen my side profile..Yes.. I was that big!! .. and yep, this t-shirt is now stretched beyond recognition.

I was cleaning up my picture folders and found this shot.. and it reminded me how ambitious I was back then (only 3 months ago..) on being the wonder woman extraordinaire ..
supermom, super efficient consultant by day and by night, fabulous chef and sex goddess ..

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

What was I thinking??

I'm just happy I haven't ended up like Mr. Shellman's projection of my future, "bedak sejuk on my face with a little baby precariously on my left hip in a chaotic house of shambles."

For now I'm happy with me being "Wondering Woman" .. as in "I wonder where the time went?" and "I wonder if people would notice the spit stain that Ni-Mu just did on my top"

-wondering-still-L

o' brother....

I'm sure many of you saw last night's American Idol, where it's the guys turn to take the stage.

I'm sure many ladies (and even guys) saw Ace .. who sang George Michael's 'Father Figure' (yummers)

But... did any of you catch Ace's brother????? (yummeri-doooo!)

Homer's out of the country, can anyone tell? heheheh...

-horn's-coming-out-L

KLIA day...

Some people have family day, annual day, casual day...

But for us, we have KLIA day.

How, pray tell do we have KLIA day, you ask?

When you miss 2 flights and spend a chunk of the afternoon waiting for the last flight to our destination - That's KLIA day.

During our hey-day of travels, both Homer and I have NEVER missed a flight, so you can imagine our frustration when we missed not only one, but two flights back to Homer's hometown. Local destination probably ain't our thing. (eksyen lebih..)

Poor baby Ni-Mu for having to sit in her carseat for 2 trips to the airport. The elements was against us, but we were lucky that there was another flight that we can take with Air Asia. Ironically, its the flight I suggested to Homer earlier on when we were planning the trip..

So the moral of the story is..

LISTEN TO YOUR WIFE, SHE'S ALWAYS RIGHT

Oh... and on a more interesting note, Ni-mu actually said "Hi.." (very loud and clear, if I may add) to a teenage boy while waiting to board our third-time's-the-charm-flight. Homer is now worried that our little baby may have the tendency to like older men...

-the-right-one-L

Sweep, sweep, sweep

Can someone just explain me what the hell is CURLING all about??

It's just a bunch of men sweeping like mad along the icy track with a bulls eye at the end. The thing they hold in their hands looks very much like my dry-mop.. you know.. the one that is great on dust and hair on the floor.

And the ultimate question would be .. Can I get the athlete's phone numbers? They'd make great cleaners, what with all their training. I'm pretty sure they've nothing to do after the Torino Olympics.

-I-need-a-curling-iron-L

Mango freeze..

... it has been 4 days since my little Ni-Mu did a poopie-doo. For those who do not have babies of their own, let me just tell you that they can poop like 4-5 times a day in their first few months! So you can imagine how worried I was. It happened last week and the doctor gave us some glycerine mixture to squirt up her you-know-what. Poor baby..

The effect was almost immediate. You know the saying, "when it rains, it pours".. well, it really poured! Ni-Mu practically was "producing" mango freeze. I swear it can fill up the large slurpee cup.

We thought her trauma would be over, but it looks like my little Ni-Mu will be serving me some mango freeze tomorrow.

-oy!-L

What did you talk about today?

While everyone else thinks about worldly topics - perhaps the fate of Israel now with Sharon's condition or something with a local twist - whether they should open an account with the banks that has a branch in KLCC.. or what shall we do with over the long Chinese New Year weekend..

Homer and I mull on whether we should cut Ni-Mu's hair because she's beginning to sport a mullet.

Omygawwwddd.. is it me or her hair is getting longer at the back?
Eeeeek! Ya laa ala Michael Bolton..

Yes, I truly have nothing else to write about except that we may have to face the fact our daughter is turning into Michael Bolton.

-i-love-you-but-i-lied-wtf???-L

Flash!

Who: Over-emotional L and Cranky Ni-Mu

Where: Unit 5, level 4, my apartmen building

When: Approximately 12.20 pm

What: Me crying my eyes out watching the ending of a movie called "The Notebook" while Naiara hangs on to me crying to go to sleep. Kodak moment indeed!

-still-hormonal-L

How was your weekend?

Last Saturday, I finally saw a glimpse of what I would call the "old me" (with that darn little pouch that just wouldn't budge.. what's up with that???). I had a mini girls night out! Okay, so it was only me, Entrepreneurina and Sing-Sing Gal, but I had fun.. It's been a while since I could just lounge around listening to good music and drink Coke (ahem-light).

Hurrah for me!

I knew it was time to go when my breasts started to feel a little tingly.. ladies and gentlemen, that's what you call a "milk letdown". A time when my chest expands from a C-cup to a D-cup.

Aaah, the joys of motherhood.

-funky-mama-L

Calling beautiful ladies..

Okay,I've been keeping this in long enough. Anyone out there seen this "Malaysia's Most Beautiful" program? I seem to catch bits and pieces of it and ironically, it's uggllyyy..

Last night, with only 4 contestants to go, I thought .. hmm maybe the last 4 are potentially beautiful people. Oh.. was I wrong. I feel sorry for the judges for having to keep up with the lot all this while, and their challenge last night was a total fiasco.

To top it all off, during dinner one of the finalist (the one with long curly wavy hair) commented that she liked the mushroom she was eating .. shitake mushroom which she pronounced she-take (shitek).

ARRRGGHHHHHHH!

Come on Malaysia, is this what we have to show to define Malaysia's Most Beautiful?

-beauty-and-the-beast-L

Is it really 2006?

Does the New Year count if you slept through it?

You got it, I.. slept through the change of year, after the (not so much) build up to it. With all the new changes in my life, I settled with watching the KLCC New Year countdown concert on TV, and realized for the first time ever that KRU cannot sing to save their lives. Please, no hate mail on this.. I used to think they're the breath of fresh air our local music industry needed, (studios can do wonders on recordings!) So I was fooled too.

So here I am, new year, new baby and let's not forget the new body. The problem is, when you have too high of an expectation on yourself, you get easily frustrated when things doesn't come exactly like what you planned. For example, motherhood was real challenge, breastfeeding was an exceptional curve for me, plus getting used to having someone who practically clings on you for her dear life.

I'm not complaining about my miracle, I'm just saying don't expect a certain scenario and stick with that. Brace yourself, your life is NOT a movie. I should have known better - Life is a series of challenge, take it as it comes.

So, I reckon since I have finally overcame my mutilated nipples problem. Next would be getting back in shape. I know the books are saying 9 months up.. so 9 months down.. again eager lil' me just ain't happy everytime I see my own reflection.

Just so you know - I have not morphed into a manic depressive, this is me lacking sleep and a little dosage of privacy and missing the "old" L. Ah well, that's the challenge, right?

Bring it on 2006!!

-new-supermama-wannabe-L