Strange But True

went for a girly drinking session with Yatt and Warda yesterday after work. we were chatting and somehow, we started talking about the latest movies. so i told them that all husbands men should watch Obsessed, so that they would know how women perceive things.

my question is:

Why Do Women Tend To Read Between The Lines When There Is No Line To Begin With?!

if you are trying to be in denial by saying you are not included in the stated group, fine.

but if you have EVER asked your partner "what are you thinking about?" when he is just being quiet, then you are included. whether you like it or not.

i always have been one of the above stated.

i always feel that something is stuck inbetween, when there is no inbetween to begin with.

it is a bad habit,i know. but i can't seem to stop!

heeeeeeeeellllllllpppppp!

psssst - no, i DO NOT stalk people and wear only my sexay undergarments underneath my trenchcoat. coz:

1. i do not own a trenchcoat
2. its been a long time since i have actually worn matching panties and bras. i do have sets, but am just too scared lazy to wear them together
3. my extra fat would scare the shit out of anyone!

my little lawyer

i dunno whether to smack her or hug her.

she has recently picked up the art of 'eavesdropping'

and she has been using whatever she has heard to justify, remind, nag, repeat or sometimes even blackmail.

sigh.

yesterday, i was telling hubby a joke about how a kid wanted to blackmail her mom who was gonna punish her by telling her grandma that she saw the mummy kiss daddy's pee pee.

and i thought the tv was loud enough to cover my voice.

apparently, the lil missy had practised filtered listening technique.

swhe came up to me later that night and asked,

"Bonda, was it you or the other mommy who was kissing the daddy's pee pee?"

o.O

you see? just imagine if she were to go around school telling this to her friends and the teachers.

i could get caught for errr...something bad la kut.

so, i had to sit down with her and explain to her exasperatedly gently that it was actually kissing the daddy's pipi (cheek)

aiyooo...ni baru 5 years old. by the time she is 15....*shakes head*

A Letter To My Loved Ones

to my dearest hubby, Jasmine and Rashard,

I have never written a letter for all three of you on my blog. i must admit that i am stealing this from diyana, who will religiously write to miki every now and then. and the reason why i am doing this 'cetak-rompaking' is because i am at wits end trying to find a way to make all 3 of you to understand, without feeling that i do not love you guys anymore.

it is normal for women to feel this way. heck, even guys want to experience it too. i know it might not be a biggie to some, but to me, it is an important experience that i would like to have without having to share it with you guys. again, like i said, this does not mean that i love you less.

and i know you sayang, you sometimes have your romantic streak where you just can't keep your eyes (and hands, and other digits) away from me...and that you want to share these few precious moments together. i understand and i thank you, but then again, there are certain times where i DO NOT want you.

and Jasmine, i know that you are growing up sooo quickly but you still have your separation anxiety. but honey, you are a big girl now, and you have to learn to be independent. i know sometimes you will cry, but then again, i am gonna be firm on this matter. please remember that i love you always.

and baby rashard. my darling that wakes up as early as me, making me rush while trying to prepare for work,for fear that you will fall off the bed. i love you to bits and i know you won't be able to understand this yet, but daddy and kakak will explain to you once you get older. please remember, i love you too, and don't hate me for doing this, as i must. or i'll end up insane.

so, with a hopeful heart, i just want to ask from all three of you...

will it be possible if you all could let me sh1t in peace?!

for once, let me sit on my 'throne' and allow me to do my 'deposits' without having to yell to all 3 of you!

let me be able to sit and concentrate. and just have a blissful crap.

do not call my name.

do not ask me where your phone/wallet/watch/car keys is. you can wait. you will not die. and i'm not gonna be sh1tting the whole day, so therefore, you will survive.

do not bang/knock/push the door. i have locked it so deal with it (yes, especially you, lil missy)

do not repeatedly ask me what i am doing inside there.

do not cry/wail/vomit/throw a tantrum (yes, both of you kiddos)

do not ask me to come out cos you want to shee shee. our house has 2 toilets. the other one is the same as this one, only a different colour. learn to use it.

do not ask me to hurry up just because you need to leave soon. pass the kids to bibik. leave me alone.

there, i think i have made myself clear.

so, to my dearest hubby, Jasmine and Rashard, please, i beg all of you again....

LET ME SH!T IN PEACE!

then, maybe then, i can become a better wife and Bonda to all of you.

thanking all of you in advance.

with lots of love,

Bonda

Recent Updates

have been lacking in parental skills of updating what my darling Rashard had been up to. i guess after doing so during the first child, you tend to slow down during the second.

not that i love him less.

well, Rashard is already 6 months old, and so far he can:

• sing along with Jasmine especially her favourite song "Love Story"
• crawl, but when he realizes that he is crawling, will immediately put down his buttocks and drag himself caterpillar style to where he wants to go. this is the epitome of the word 'lazy bum' o.O
• climb to the edge of the sofa (or bed or whatever he can climb on, even Bonda's heavy bum) and stand, then start to walk sideways
• wave bye bye (this soooo makes me melt and wanna stay home with him instead of going off to work)
• bite everything in sight (including his favourite - paper and bonda's hair!)
• pull yank Jasmine's hair
• make 'nyam nyam' motion whenever he sees anyone eat something
• identify our 2 cts - Smokey and Sparkle and try to go and catch them (i rue the day that he finally can - the poor kitties!)
• play 'kiss kiss' with me - where i say it, then he will 'tonyoh' his face to mine, and open his mouth to bite mine

yeah...he has also started on his porridge, so far it is chicken, rice and carrots. plan to make him pasta this weekend. he also likes his bananas and his pumpkin. also he looooves his farley's rusk.

daddy complains that he has too many clothes and he already has 7 pairs of shoes. (yeah, its my fault)

he has funny hair, where it is long and curly on the top of his head, whereas the hair below is non-existant (due to 'cukur bantal - that's what my mom said)

he likes to be tickled, and gets uber-excited wherever Jasmine is around. he ADORES her.

as for Jasmine, she has shorter hair now.

yes, i have CUT OFF HER BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS HAIR!

i have never cut her hair (except for her fringe) ever since she came out of me.

and i had to as there was this HUMONGOUS clump - it got worse.

so, her Nana (my mom) told her that it should be cut off.

she had no problems with that. in fact, she kinda welcomed it.

wanted to take her to my hairdresser, but mom said its a waste of money.

so, as her mom, i decided to do it.

and guess what?! she looks prettier (and cheekier) with her shoulder length hair!

will post pictures soon.

psssssttttt - i went to the ZARA sale. and people, there is a difference between their clearance sale and the normal sale.

kids jeans are all 79.90

t shirts range from 29.90 to 49.90

all dresses are 99.90

shoes are also 79.90

adults tops are from 109.90 to 179.90

shoes and bags are at 199.90

bought socks and tee shirts for my two kiddos.

none for me.

owh, and marks and sparks are on sale too. sheeeet.

i'm desperately trying not to buy anything (yeah, right.)

NewCastle

i havent been to Newcastle for the past 18 years.

no, not in the UK, but rather the 'quaint' Kota Bharu (KB).

why Kota Bharu? well, like i've said before, i have been hankering hubby for a holiday with the kids, away from the malls and the hectic traffic jams and also to keep me away from shopping.

so we thought Kota Bharu would be fine. a quiet, laid back place to just kick back and lepak.

we booked our flight tickets, and later only realised that we would actually be spending 5 whole days in KB!

what were we to do with all that time in KB?

or so we thought!

we ended up wishing that we had at least another extra day...

and the wishful thinking of NOT doing any shopping damage went out the window.

i only brought whatever little money that i had (supposed to be on a budget) and ended up withdrawing a few times there!

we were staying with my granduncle in Jalan Bayam in town. the first day was spent in Pasar Kubu where mom and my aunt bought caftans and batik material. Hubby got his Baju Batik (government officials have to wear Batik every Thursday, and he always complaints that his clerk's shirt is nicer than his!). Dinner was at home, where Opah cooked a scrumptious meal.

Wednesday was my day as we drove to Rantau Panjang (border between Malaysia and Thailand)....the drive took us about 1 hour, and it was an enlightening drive as Jasmine got to see 'live' cows (which she was completely estatic!) and we also saw alot of stalls by the roadside selling air TUAK. wtf?! isn't that haram as it contains alcohol?! (please enlighten me about this as if you ask me, a food science graduate, tuak is the outcome of fermenting any type of sugar, where the output will be alcohol and CO2.)

i went bonkers in Rantau Panjang. so did my mom and my aunt. hubby was contented to just sit in the car with the kids(with the aircond going full blast) and coming out in between to see stuff around the parking lot. as for us ladies, we went through the myriad of passages to spend our hard earned money on imitation goods and stuff from Thailand! hahaha..i even bought Jasmine those soft-material-skirt-kinds-pants (dunno how to describe it, will post pictures soon) that was sooooo cute, that i ended up buying 2 for her and 2 for me! mom bought periuk-belanga and tiffin carriers and kettles and crockery and whachamacallits....had lunch in Nor's Restaurant which was bloody good but bloody expensive! shopped some more at the Duty Free Zone, where we got beautiful orchids in nice vases. (which hubby didn't understand how we were supposed to bring everything back on the plane)

by the time we came back to Tok Ali's house, he was perplexed on how we managed to fit everything in the car! dinner was again cooked my opah, which made me toss away my no-rice-after-9pm-rule!

thursday was a quiet fare where we just went to Pasar Siti Khadijah to get more Batik, as well as to savour the local delicacies that KB had to offer. That night, we drove around town and had drinks near the Pasar at a kopitiam called Hayaki. Food was normal, but service was like crap!

friday, we drove back to Rantau Panjang (!) hehehehe...had last minute shopping to do...and on the way back from there, we detour-ed to Pengkalan Kubor (another border shopping area) for yet another bout of shopping (yes, i am a self-professed shopaholic)...

and then come Saturday morning, we went to the Pasar Berek 12 and again to pasar Siti Khadijah for some last minute shopping of the kids caftans as well as delicacies and Kelantan's green chillies...

thanks so much to Tok Ali and Opah for the wonderful hospitality. I know that they are really happy that we came, and that the kids were there to play with them. after we left, i can imagine how empty the house would be with just the 2 of them left.

i promised that i will come and visit them again soon. Jasmine loves it there and again was in awe to see chickens and roosters running around and to see rambutans hanging from the trees. she was also confused when we showed her a ciku tree (as in our family, we call extra flabby fat as chiku!)

all in all i had a blast in KB. i what i disliked was:

• drivers in KB. they drive as though they are happy to die and meet their creator. and they would like to bring everyone together with them.
• the heat
• the cleanliness of their food stalls. i thought it is an Islamic state, how come cleanliness is not its priority?
• the waiter's are so lembab. its like they don't want to work, and that to walk faster than a snails pace would actually kill them. and they look as though they haven't taken a shower in a week.

but then again, that is all part and parcel of Kota Bharu Kelantan.

till i return, i bid KB farewell.

thinking aloud...

would anyone be interested if i were to sell of some of my stuff?!

i have loads of shoes that i bought and ended up wearing only once, and not to mention bags and accessories as well.

some of the shoes are branded (i have a pair of Gucci's that i don't really wear) and some are just plain everyday brands (like my Nose shoe which i only had worn once)

i also have some used baju kurung's and some tops and dresses.

do you think people would buy if i sold these stuff!?

i could start at the office and ask the gang..

to do or not ot do?!

i need medication

hi. my name is Dona and Im a shopaholic.

(this is where you all must say "hi, Dona")

i am here voluntarily. i need help, and this is me trying to reach out and get it.

i even thought of cutting my plastic, but my shaking hands prevented me from even getting close.

(no, dear banks, i am a GOOD paymaster..too good that by the time i finish  paying you guys, i don't have any money left!)

you see, i'm going to New Castle this coming tuesday.

nope, not in the UK, but rather in Kelantan..

amd i know i will end up shoppimh like no body's business!

help!