Unstuck Myself

I've been stuck in a rut... for 2 L O N G years and its about time I climb out of it. I am so demotivated to do anything because everything is a mess around me.

I'm going to begin with:

The disorganised closet.

That's just part of our closet, a really messy closet and accumulated over the 2 years with things that don't belong there. It makes me look like a hoarder.

I've decided to:

• donate clothing that I hardly wear/don't fit me anymore. I have to be strong and ignore those "hold sentimental values" excuses
  
• throw out miserable looking clothing
  
• put away items where they really belong... like Mia's shoes. How did that get in there?!
• arranging the clothes into categories
  

My husband might be laughing in reading this because "being more organised" has been my New Year's resolution every year for "I lost count of the years."

And all these has to be done by this weekend so then I can move on to the next step in climbing out of my rut.

Good luck to me.

Thursday Thought: 1Malaysia, Malaysia Boleh?

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"Especially in Kuala Lumpur?"

I guess the author did not include Sabah and Sarawak in his survey. A simple example of the situation in Sabah, in plain black and white (or in this case, PINK):
When I bought this magazine at the bookstore it was wrapped in plastic and the price tag stuck to that was RM10.20 - WTF?! I just bought it at the time because to go to another bookstore to buy the magazine would be more costly for me... petrol, parking, etc, etc.

With all the hu-ha on 1Malaysia, equality for all bla bla bla bla bla... will there be a 1Price policy nationwide. Other countries, much bigger than Malaysia pay the same price for things like magazines and other stuff no matter which town/city they are sold.

Hello Malaysia Boleh -kah?

And peace is established

Everyday there's morning madness in our home.

Mia usually wakes up the earliest and find all sorts of ways to entertain herself in our bedroom. Once she's bored she gets restless, and she'll turn into a menace then tries to drag me downstairs.

It'll be milk and breakfast time for Alan and her followed by bath-time. As I try to get Alan back to sleep Mia would be climbing the table, the tv cabinet, the couch, taking things out of the cabinet and drawers, taking her toys out of the basket, taking her DVDs out of their cover, climbing into cabinets and drawers, hiding things under the sofa, etc. And all this time I find myself repeating "NO Mia, not allowed" which doesn't stop her from doing them.

Alan would be crying because of all the chaos, Mia would come to me begging to be carried. Before you know it, it's lunch time for her. Then it's milk time again, followed by Mia make some more mess time.

If I'm lucky, I can get both her and Alan to take their afternoon nap together. If I'm lucky. That is when...

... peace can finally be established in our home.

I can then put things back to their places so that for one moment in a day, I can walk around in the living room without being afraid of stepping on things.

Checking One Another

Chubby buddies

Birthday Present(s)?

I wanted to leave the kids with my husband last Saturday so I could go out shopping for my birthday present (seeing that the husband DID NOT get me anything for my birthday). Seeing my husband's response to this implied that he was sort of freaking out ... at the idea of being left alone with the kids, not me shopping. So I thought.

Then he said, "Let's make it a family day. We'll take both the kids with us to buy your present." "Yahoo" went my little heart.

Of to 1Borneo we went. We started by window shopping since I don't really know what I wanted.

"A Rolex?!" I jokingly asked my husband as we stood outside the Rolex store. He replied by saying he's going to get me the cheap-lak version yg banyak ampai-ampai di Petaling St tu. Ishk.

Then he dragged me to Parkson. Fine, maybe he's going to get me a nice piece of costume jewelry. We didn't find anything there so we moved up to the next floor.

Again, he dragged me to Parkson and with his eyes gleaming with delight, as if he's hit the jackpot, he tells me that he knows what to get me for my birthday.

A couple of freakin' pots!

Expensive they may be, but I'm no Nigella Lawson or anywhere near a kitchen goddess. Cooking pots?! Oh well. Not to sound ungrateful but... darling, you're better than this. I know so.

Happy Day?

TO ME!

Is it a happy one? Let me count my blessings ....... lost count.

37 years young today, and its also the last day of my confinement after giving birth to Alan.

I can now freely wash my hair to my heart's content. Scrub my scalp with my fruity tutti smelling shampoo. Bathe at anytime of the day, more importantly, soak in the bathtub for as long as I like. Eat what I like, when I like, how much I like. Drink icy cold drinks... oh yeah.

More than celebrating my birthday, I want to celebrate my FREEDOM!

Yes indeed. A happy birthday to me. But I still want my present!

The West Wing.

When we were doing renovations to our house before moving in, I suggested to my husband that we break the wall between our room and the study so that we can have a bigger master bedroom. Well, he didn't take on the suggestion and instead we agreed that a smaller room would be less chances for me to clutter and easier to manage.

Fast forward 3 years later and we've got a problem. Our once "fit nicely for us" and matchy-matchy master bedroom has been invaded by little creatures forcing us to make some additions.We have a West Wing now... in addition to the East Wing and the South Wing in the one room. The west wing is where Alan sleeps, the east - where Mia sleeps most of the time. I say most of the time because she now has the tendency to trespass to our bed. The south wing - well, we had to put a mattress there just in case Mia falls onto the floor while she plays on our bed.

Now our room feels as tiny as a shoebox with new burst of colours.

I am just so tempted to break that wall. Either that, or move the kiddies out one by one. But when will we be ready for that?

Little Helper

Taking on Cinda's advice, (thanks Cin), we distracted our Mia with little chores to get her closer to Alan. At first I tried to get her put his diapers in the basket where we keep his diapers. That failed. She prefers to see diapers, and everything else, scattered all over the floor.

Then, we got her to keep Alan company while he's sleeping. She stared at him. Watching his every move,if any.

Mia likes to play with the baby cot, many times climbing into it when Alan's not inside. So the other day we let her rock Alan while he was lying in it. Well, we made progress. She likes doing this and is now coping with Alan a lot better.

But she still wants to dress like Superman!

What?!

Another hilarious piece of news.

Reminds of a time when a certain female minister of ours suggested that wives wear sexy lingerie so that husbands won't stray.

Like HELLO. If men (or women for that matter) want to stray, they'll stray. No amount (or lack of) of Victoria's Secrets will stop them.

Should I be a wife who finds out her husband went to "private places to satisfy his urges" and he then puts the blame on me for it... Well, I'm gonna cut his private to satisfy my urges. There.

MP: M'sian men have affairs as wives 'neglect' duty


Malaysian men have extramarital sex because of 'wives who neglect their responsibilities' to their husbands, a Malaysian lawmaker told Parliament on Thursday, reports AFP.

"Husbands driving home after work see things that are sexually arousing and go to their wives to ease their urges," said independent lawmaker Ibrahim Ali, as quoted by online portal Malaysiakini.

"But when they come home to their wives, they will say, 'wait, I'm cooking,' or 'wait, I'm getting ready to visit relatives'," Ali said.

"In Islam, wives are supposed to stop everything to fulfill their husband's demands."

Ali heads Perkasa, a right-wing Malay nationalist group seeking to protect ethnic Malay dominance in politics.

His strident comments came as he asked about plans by the government's religious development department to educate wives on their responsibilities.

Wives failing in their duties pushed men to go to "private places to satisfy their urges", he said.

Source: The Straits Times/ANN
Published April 7 2011

Miserable, no more I'll try.

Of late, I've been quite miserable... having to deal with "unsolicited advises", confinement taboos/rituals and what nots, a super-jealous toddler, a newborn, sleep deprivation and the list goes on and on.

I've survived mini-meltdowns one of which had me hiding and sobbing in our locked bedroom during the afternoons under the pretense of "taking an afternoon nap". When I thought that my super-jealous toddler was asleep, she got up and handed me her favourite towel to wipe my tears, which led me to cry even more.

But today, out of the blue... I received a call from an old friend and I felt more relieved and uplifted.

You know who you are. Thank you for listening without me having to say much. Thank you for acknowledging that I'm not an annoying nag. Thank you for the solicited advice given.

Pic thru Mr Google with thanks

Thursday Thought

I read somewhere that Malaysia is ranked number 9 in English Proficiency Index by Education First (EF). According to their website, EF was founded in 1965, and is "today the world’s largest privately held education company that specializes in language training, educational travel, academic degrees, and cultural exchange".

FYI, the Top Ten in the report are:

1. Norway
2. Netherlands
3. Denmark
4. Sweden
5. Finland
6. Austria
7. Belgium
8. Germany
9. Malaysia
10. Poland

Wow! Malaysia is No 9!

Which then makes me wonder about the blunders made below. The first 3 pictures were taken at the recent BIMP-EAGA Expo held at the Sabah Trade Centre. The other 3 photos were taken in my room at SMC while waiting to be discharged after delivering Alan.




If thousands (or in the case of SMC, millions) of ringgit can be spent on organising the event/purchasing the equipments, why can't they invest a little bit of money and time to make sure that correct spelling were used on the signboards/labels. At the very least, I'm sure that there is at least someone in their team who can help proofread (for free) before printing.

Just a thought.

Just because she wants to stand out

Having a new baby in the house has caused our Mia to display all sorts of weird behaviour. I know, she craves for even more attention than before but some things are just plain outrageous... yet funny. One of which:

Sudden weird fashion sense. She wants to wear her diaper outside... like Superman! Don't worry, she's wearing a diaper underneath too.

The single "aunties"

Thank you Flo & Rosie for visiting us last week! Its always great to hear of your tales and adventures.

To Rosie... hope you're having a blast on your trip. And woman, please update your blog!

Jealousy in the house

From the moment I found out that I was pregnant, I've been anticipating that Mia would become jealous of the little one. But I did not anticipate HOW jealous she'd get.

Up until recently, Mia was OK with having her brother around. Up until he moved into our bedroom that is. For the first 2 weeks, Alan was being fully cared for by the confinement lady and now that the confinement lady only comes over 6.30am - 7pm daily means that he would be sleeping with us in our room. This arrangement was my decision because I wanted Mia to slowly get used to the fact that there are 4 of us in the family now.

The first signs of Mia's jealousy and anger was the moment our domestic help and confinement lady moved his crib into our bedroom. Mia tried to push the crib out!

Then the following happened:

1. I carried Alan in the living room. Mia starts crying and tried to push Alan away from my arms.
2. Mia cried and pulled me to our domestic help. Mia then gestured that I hand Alan over to the domestic help.
3. Seeing Mia so depressed, I handed Alan to the domestic help, then Mia pulled my hand so that I'd be far from Alan.
4. Later I took both Mia and Alan to our room, laid Alan in his crib to sleep and let Mia watch her movie on the Ipod. She was ok and soon fell asleep.
5. When she woke up and saw me cradling Alan, she gave us the EVIL look. OMG! Then she started to cry again. By this time my husband was home already.
6. Then, she vomited on our bed. Luckily, my husband managed to grab a towel in time to "catch" the vomit before it hit the bed.
7. When I felt her forehead, she was really warm.
8. Jealousy fever in the house:

Another reason why this blog has been idle of late.

Everytime Mia sees me carrying Alan, she'd cry. Feeding time (for both both her and Alan) is a nightmare. She cries when I feed him. And when its time for her feeding, she insists that I carry her in my arms and hold her bottle for her. And get this, she wants be to "burp" her after feeding, just like I do to Alan!

Now I'm having a headache and heartache thinking how can we go about this.