I Am SOOOO Buta IT!

i tried to change my blog's template by downloading those free blogger templates.

i managed to do it.

but then, i couldn't for the love of GOD find the sign-in button on that bloody template!

i freaked.

so, thank goodness i had already backed up my template.

kalau tak, everything down the drain.

sigh.

this is what happens when you buta IT, tapi tak sedar diri nak template cantik like everyone else.

sheesh!

FREEDOM

i have completed my house arrest.

and i actually sheated a tad bit, as i went out yesterday night instead of today.

GASP! (kalau my Mom finds out about this, i'll be dead meat!)

well, it wasn't anything exciting pun...just went to tapau the latest fast food that has landed here in our shores.. POPEYE'S FRIED CHICKEN!

(you know i am back to normal when i start blogging about food!)

let me start...it is located in Taman Tun, the shop where Shakey's once stood. went there to try out everything, but alas, i have to start dieting...

what they have to offer is fried chicken, seafood and biscuits...the fried chicken is not bad, but i really like the shrimps...they have shrimps and fish as well, and you can have them by themselves, or with rice in their ricebowl meals or as a burger.

the biscuits are a cross between a bread and a cookie. it was however too salty, that i couldn't even finish one..if it wasn't salty, it would have been the first thing to be finished!

price wise wasn't that bad...slightly like wendy's...which reminds me...they have 3 choices of desserts..tiramisu, chocolate something (can't remember) and strawberry cheesecake..i bought the cheesecake...but it is still in my fridge! i actually forgot to eat it!

but the best part is the mashed potatoes...it is drenched in cajun style gravy, and its consistency is with lumps, making it chewy and nice...(this coming from a person who doesn't like potatoes!)

so there, that's what i can say about Popeye's...try it, it's a good change from the usual fast food...

my handsome baby boy - DON ARISH RASHARD

this is him right after he got out of me...

now he is 5 kgs, and will update the latest picture once i finish my confinement!

Oh, Profanity On My Tongue!

I never knew that things could go worse while I am under house arrest. Apparently, it can.

I received a text from my boss telling me that I have to start work sooner than planned.

Profanity #1

According to my Maternity Leave, I am supposed to start work on the 10th of February. Unfortunately for moi, our HR has a policy, where if you were on MC prior to your baby’s birth, the Maternity Leave starts then.

Profanity #2

Guys, I got the friggin MC from the doctor, NOT my husband for goodness sake. But NO, that is how it goes.

And it is not like I was gallivanting around 1 Utama on my MC! I was on bed rest!

Profanity #3

I tell you, if I could just record the profanities that are slickly coming off my tongue, I think my blog would be banned for life. So, instead of starting work on the 10th, I would have to start on the 3rd of February. And off to the airport for the rest of the week. Nice eh?!

Profanity #4

So yeah, to the makers of the policy, you must feel pretty smug, yes?! Feeling that you have somehow made it fair for the industry by cutting off precious days of a mother and her new born, and by denying my precious baby of the precious mother’s milk right straight from the ‘tap’…and my bonding session with him before he is stuck with bibik and therefore clouding his mind of whom the REAL mother is and who is the nanny..and for that, you stoopido policy maker, this is specially for you:

PROFANITY # 5,6,7,8,9,10 until ∞

And if you feel like that is not enough, I have more where that came from!

I Now Know How Martha Feels

Martha stewart, that is.

Today is day 35 of my house arrest a.k.a confinement. Like I told so many people, I can withstand the pregnancy and delivery 1000 times, but never the confinement. Now I know why women tend to lose their mind and get post-natal depression! Lets go through some of the reasons why I hate confinements:

my whole body is jiggly

when I was still pregnant, the bigger the tummy, the cuter the mummy. My tummy was round and hard, and it was heavy and set. Nothing jiggles and nothing moves except when Rashard was jumping inside. Now, any slight movement makes my tummy jiggle like a bowl of Jello that is definitely not cute!

my punani hurts

but that was only during the first quarter of the confinement. Now it is well and healed, but sorry honey, you ain’t going anywhere near it until I am much saner and less traumatized.

I can’t eat food

This part sucks big time. I am a peanut junkie, and to go through without nuts makes ME nuts! (pun intended) And the fact that I STILL can’t eat nuts even after confinement is horrid, for fear that Rashard might get wind cos I am still breastfeeding him. And this doesn’t stop only to nuts. It includes tomatoes, chillies and whatever other food that NORMAL people eat. All I get day in and day out is dry rice and chicken/beef/fish that is cooked in ginger and SAWI! I tell you, the moment I finish my confinement, I don’t ever want to see SAWI ever again!

I can’t drink Nescafe

I can’t even drink hot Nescafe! Or any other instant coffee. And the worse part that makes me want to die is that I can’t drink cold water! And that is totally nuts living in hot and humid Malaysia, and yet not being able to drink chilled water! Crazee!

I have to bathe with hot water

With refrence to the humid weather we have, all this bathing with hot water is making my hair look like Diana Ross’! It’s frizzy and crazy, and my scalp has white flecks that I totally hate!

CONSTIPATION

Need I say more?! I blame it on those heaty jamu!

I CANNOT LEAVE THE HOUSE

This alone can kill me. Whaddaya mean cannot leave the house? It means that la! You are stuck at home with nothing much to do, as my house is without internet connection. I have finished watching ALL of the shows in ASTRO, which I can say that they keep on REPEATING the same shows over and over! So, there is absolutely no one to talk to at home, and whenever I can, I’ll be on the phone with my girlfriends (which I know I will collapse the moment I receive my phonebill)..and the only time I actually went out is 7 days after delivering where I had to bring Rashard for his first check up with the paed, one Saturday when he had a slight fever, and we rushed over to mum’s place, and 2 days ago, when he went for his 1 month shot at the paed. I tell you, on those occasions, I felt like I was going on a field trip! Nevermind that the trip only lasted 1 hour tops!

So yeah, there are other reasons why I hate confinements, but am too lazy to write them all here.

I really think that these confinements were created by evil-mother-in-laws that loves to see their menantu suffer.

U agree?!