Fairy Tales of Princess Jasmine and Prince Rashard...and their stumbling Fairy Godmother

FAKKAYOO!

2009-11-06T16:53:00.002+08:00

i know this blog is supposed to be clean.

NOT!!!!

hahahhaa...enjoy this tear-inducing-hard-to-breathe-peeing-panty video that i found while blog hopping!

(shtoopid sheet, trying to upload but can't...so, just try this link.)

happy laughing!

click here

Jello

2009-11-01T08:39:00.002+08:00

my parents left for Hajj yesterday night.

it was a sad festive day yesterday.

festive cos it is what ALL muslims would like to achieve, and sad because it meant leaving all your family behind for 44 days.

and yesterday the house was filled with well-wishers. was on my feet the whole day, but managed to get a breather by going out for Baskin Robbins!

we arrived at the Tabung Haji complex at 2130 and by the time my parents had to go in, i was starting to feel like a sad, droopy jello.

sigh, the waterworks started soon after.

i cannot describe the feeling, but it sure was sad.

mom n dad, i pray that ALLAH the Most Merciful accepts and bless you pilgrimage and hope you will return back here safely in December.

i for sure, am missing both of you like hell.

and to top of the sadness, i also had to manage the girls who is missing their babah and nana. last night was filled with crying and me trying to keep sane.

come back soon!

Things Jasmine Says

2009-10-30T08:53:00.003+08:00

"bonda, my kaki crap!"

(translation: "Bonda, my legs are cramped!")

"Pantak!"

(translation: Pant4t!" - disclaimer: please understand that we, the parents DO NOT condone this type of language, and that she got her mouth 'tapped' for saying such things)

"Oh My God, Abombo and Abombette...hide!"

(translation: Errr...Blacks? Africans? Abombo for the males, Abombette for the females!)

"This bag Aunty Lemanie bought"

(translation: This bag was bought by Aunty Melanie)

"Daddy is an old man, that's why he has white white"

(translation: Daddy's an old man, that's why he has white hair - now daddy is suffering from a bruised ego)

"I cannot wear Jeans everyday cos Bonda says that DingDong might come out"

(translation: cannot be wearing jeans everyday for fear that the penis might be sprouting out due to continuous dressing up like a boy ie: the jeans)

Whenever I say to myself "Fat Fat!" she will say "No lah! Who said?!"

(translation: daughter trying to keep mother in state of UTTER DENIAL, while daddy rolling eyes and vomiting blood)

"I love you lil man"

(translation: lil man means Rashard - awwww)

Handsome Rashard

2009-10-27T12:11:00.002+08:00

Naked

2009-10-26T08:45:00.002+08:00

today started with a pbbbbttttthhhhh (compared with the usual BANG!)

as i was listening to 'Play That Funky Music' (which by the way is my alarm tone), suddenly there was a tinkle indicating that my mobile's battery is about to go Kaput.

and the worse part about this particular phone is that when it goes kaput, you cant even switch it on anymore. basically, when it kaputs, means it KAPUTS!

so, while lazing on the bed listening to ~~and visualizing~~ hubby in the shower, made a mental note to charge the phone before heading for the shower myself.

unfortunately, laziness got over me (tell me something that is new) so, the phone didn't get charged,then.

mental note to self - charge phone in the car, and get charger and bring it to the office.

as we went thru the mad routine in the morning, i totally forgot about taking the charger.

and when i was in the car, i was totally ~~pissed~~ dismayed as the car charger was broken! the head of the charger (to be inserted in to the phone) was not even there!

and when i asked everyone what happened to the charger, the answer was "dunno?!"

aaaaaaaa!

so, that is the story of me being naked WITHOUT MY PHONE!

im feeling a bit antsy..gave bibik my office number as well as my colleagues number in case of emergency...

but i FEEL NAKED!

Buckling Knees

2009-10-20T10:45:00.003+08:00

phew, what a NIGHT!

went to celebrate one of my girlfriend's birthday at RP in Hyatt Saujana, and man, did we rock the house or what!

(please understand that due to the fact that there was alot of smoke and dancing, and the after effect of cramming your whale of a body into a tight skinny jeans and top for a prolong time while jiggling to the extra loud-hurt-your-ear-drums music,you tend to dellusionize and be in denial.)

started the celebration with dinner at Dome subang parade. we didn't order alot as we were worried that the extra chikus that will grow due to the dinner would hinder us from fitting into our 'so-hot-clothes' (again, remember, this is the after effects of the blood vessels in the body being pressed and constrained for a long period of time)

had a good 'laughing-i'm-so-excited-its-been-a-while-since-we-went-dancing' session. by 8, we were on the way to Yatt's house to get ready.

Yatt's room turned into a complete and utter mess! there was shrieking, laughter, bitching, sarcasm and screams going all around! it was always that someone who is hogging the toilet, and the other someone hogging the mirror, and another someone who had to help with the mirror-hogger's hair. but man, it was FUN! half of the fun was actually in the getting ready!

sigh, by the time we got ready, Warda was already waiting outside of RP! sorry babe, we got lost in time..hahaha..

the band playing was ok. not bad, drummer kinda cute. music playing was amazing (thank you Mr DJ) but as the night went on, the music started to be very the orang muda music, so we decided to leave after the 3rd set.

by that time, i was plastered with sweat, and my knees were not working. i looked like Bambi when he started to learn how to walk.

reached home to discover that hubby was still awake, watching tv (i know he was waiting up for me) and managed to find some left over noodles in the fridge, which ended up snug in my heaving-jelly-i'm-so-hungry tummy.

and i slept. like there ws no tomorrow.

guess i am not as young as i am still feeling inside. body cant take what the heart desires. haha.

so, need to practise further for next months session - MY BIRTHDAY!!!

Rockin Rollin End of the Week

2009-10-15T08:41:00.002+08:00

cant wait.

i never thought that it could be done. but i guess, if you believe in yourself, you can achieve anything.

what is all this drama, you ask?!

I CAN FIT INTO MY OLD PARTY CLOTHES!!!!

but then again, being able to fit and having extra chiku coming out is another story all together.

sheet...will the extra chiku show!? (im sooo in denial!)

why all this fuss?

we are planning to go on a ladies night session this friday, baby!

celebrating Azi's birthday (which is 1 month overdued)

and whats the celebration like?

dinner in Dome Subang Parade

getting ready in Yatt's house in 19 subang

then off to RP Hyatt Saujana!

yeeehaaa!

owh, and makan makan session in the office for lunch today.

a friend from Amsterdam is here, so we are gonna feed her to death.

lunch is gonna be:

lemang and rendang ayam by Fab
smoked chicken sandwich
salad
sauteed mushrooms
kuih raya

and after work, an early dinner session in Bora Asmara! yay!

(how la to reduce the chiku like this?)

Hissy Fit (in silence)

2009-10-14T09:58:00.002+08:00

why oh why is it sooooo damn difficult for hubby to get his leave approved!?

I we were planning for a bloody short vacation to Genting as a gift for the Princess. being me, the ~~bloody anal~~ perfectionist, i wanted the plans to be laid out in advance, so that it will be easy for me all.

but he cant give me the exact date! and that pisses me off.

unfortunate for all, i have this bad trait which is impatience. how bad, you ask?

to the extend, i am impatient to sit around and wait for my crap to come out from my butt. that is why i only go to the loo at the very last minute.

so when you tell me to just wait and wait and wait for you to tell me when we can finally go, and expect me to plan at the last moment, and come up with miracles up my ~~skirt~~ sleeves, i just cant take it.

and after the short burst of blasting and hanging up, i felt bad.

sigh.

Subway Baby!

2009-10-13T08:46:00.003+08:00

this is my current craze.

i love all except for TUESDAYS and SUNDAYS.

yesterday i had it on the Parmesan Oregano.

tomorrow i would want to have it on the Hearty Italian.

*shudders with anticipation*

so, whats your fav?!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY PRINCESS!!!!

2009-10-11T23:42:00.002+08:00

to my dearest beloved darling princess,

HAPPY 5th BIRTHDAY !!!

may Allah bless you and may your life be filled with love, happiness, laughter, faith and kindness.

i am proud to have a daughter who is as smart (and cheeky) like you.

i love you kiddo,

Daddy,

Bonda,

Arish Rashard

Bibik

Too Many Ideas

2009-10-08T13:34:00.004+08:00

bibik's Mother passed away 2 days ago.

she knew that her mother was already unwell. calls came in periodically, updating her about her mother's progress.

however, at 9am, 5th October, her mother passed away.

bibik received the call later that afternoon, and naturally, started to cry.

jasmine went to her and hugged bibik from behind, and said:

"don't worry, bibik. if he don't love you anymore, nevermind. just run away, and find someone else"

*gasp* o.O"

when my mom asked her why she said that to bibik, she said:

"ya la, bibik's husband lied to her. thats why she is sad!"

(nampak sangat there has been too much drama around her...she needs to start 'lepaking' with kids her own age!)

goodness! when my mom explained to her what had actually happened, and asked her how she would feel if your mommy died, she confidently said:

"nevermind, i still have daddy. daddy still alive"

(cis, anak bertuah!)

and what would happen to you, you won't have a mommy anymore..to which she replied,

"nevermind la, daddy go find new Bonda for me lah"

my mom told me this when i came back home from work...

i was sooo sad :(

so, i asked her,

"you don't love me, issit? thats why you want new mommy?"

she replied:

"no lah, i lied to Nanna only. I just pretend. I love you lah Bonda.."

hmmm....should i believe this?!

September Updates

2009-10-05T13:15:00.005+08:00

it has been quite a while since i last updated this blog.

lazyness, boredom, lazyness and being quite tied up at work has made it quite difficult to be updating this blog periodically.

and not to mention the blasted facebook, which has been sucking my time.

owh, and the fact that i dont really know what to write about. sometimes i do, but then since i

couldnt write about it there and then, it flew out of my 'memory bank'(this is what Jasmine says "bonda, you keep on forgetting things! you must remember to put it in your memory bank"), so

the chances of getting those stories on the blog is close to none.

well, what i can share is errr..

i bought 2 spanking new Aldo's. and this is in the month of Syawal. meaning i dont have extra money to spend (with the Raya Over-spending and all) and yet i went to splurge on the shoes. and i blame it on the overdose of lemang and ketupat and kuih raya for the stoopidity in making such a rash decision. does this mean i regret it? NO!!! hahaha, but this justification helps to ease the guilt of spending as i dont have any extra to pay my therapist!

raya was a blast! cos the first day was in Mom's place. and you know what that means - food+laughter+love+food+fun+tears+forgiveness+food! mom made beef soup with bread for breakfast, then ketupat pulut and rendang daging and kuah kacang and ayam golek and nasik minyak and chocolate chip and the cake and owh well, you get the picture.
second day raya went back to hubby's grandma's place in Ipoh where the whole lot was. had meehoon soup and rice and lemang and rendang. then over to Brother-in-law's place for the night. we only went back to MILs place the next day.

fourth day of Raya was a blast! we converged in my aunty's house in Ipoh. eventhough there was only 5 families that could make it that day, we almost brought the house down! sigh, reminds me of Raya in Penang when Tok Nafa and Mak Incik was still alive. all the gossip+shouting+laughter+food+fights+drama+love. i miss the whole crazee scene. we cousins vowed to try to make next year's raya a BIG BLAST in Penang.

came back to KL on Friday. the weekend was more of laundry+relaxing+getting adjusted

rashard is a big boy. he is able to do so may things now, namely

stand on his own!
he has 6 teeth (4 on the top and 2 below)
clap his hands! especially when you sing to him
call mama
climb on his 'car' and push backwards
play with his toys and books. he loveeeees cars and tyres!
dance! this boy swill start boogie-ing when he hears a catchy tune
play catching and hide and seek!

his favourite past time? pulling kakak's hair!

Toyol

2009-09-18T08:02:00.002+08:00

you all know what toyol is, right?!

A Toyol or Tuyul is a mythical spirit in the Malay mythology of South-East Asia (notably Indonesia, Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore). It is a small child spirit invoked by a bomoh (Malay witch doctor) from a dead human foetus using black magic. It is possible to buy a toyol from such a bomoh.
A person who owns a toyol uses it mainly to steal things from other people, or to do mischief. According to a well-known superstition, if money or jewellery keeps disappearing mysteriously from your house, a toyol might be responsible. One way to ward off a toyol is to place some needles under your money, for toyols are afraid of being hurt by needles.

i lost 50 ringgit last week. i had 2 pieces of 50s in my jeans pocket. and before taking my bath, i placed the money on the bed. as i was doing this, i thought to myself "eisyhhh, that's a bad place to put the money." so after my shower, i placed it on our dresser in the room. "ni duit terbukak ni, kang toyol ambik kang" but being me, i just left it, hoping and praying that it will still be there tomorrow (malas nak bangun since i was already on the bed breastfeeding rashard)

the next morning, when i went to take the money, there was only 1 left!!!

shit! got toyol!

i asked jasmine, she didnt take it.

bibik couldn't have taken it cos the room was locked from inside.

me and bibik turned the whole room upside down looking for the money.

to no avail.

i called hubby to tell him that the only answer about all this is that there is a toyol roaming around!

he called me a paranoid.

when he came back, he tore the room apart.

and yet still, to no avail.

and he too, was preplexed. but he said there is no toyol la.

yesteday night, hubby wanted to put some loose change in Jasmine's purse, in her handbag.

and guess what he found?

my 50 ringgit.

so, yes, we have a toyol in the house, by the name of Jasmine.'

i asked her why she took it, and she said cos i didnt give it to her when she asked from me.

so i had to sit her down and explain to her the meaning of stealing and how bad it was.

i hope the lil pretty head got it.

sigh.

tweeting

2009-09-15T10:46:00.001+08:00

am trying to figure out tweeter.

looking and feeling stoopid in between.

sigh, i am sooo buta IT.

Photo Updates

2009-09-06T18:23:00.004+08:00

my first upper tooth. now i have 4!

my first tooth!

my second....

me and my boyfriend

picnic in Kiara Park

meet my preciousssssss

Jasmine in Ballet class

Best Buds

bibik and Jasmine in Kiara Park

will add more soon!

selamat berbuka puasa!

Lil Miss Negotiator

2009-08-24T08:09:00.004+08:00

my lil princess has clearly charted off her future.

i reckon she will be a lawyer, from Oxford, very soon.

you see, the way she answers and negotiates makes me wonder how am i gonna be able to handle her when she turns into a teenager...

eg:

"daddy, you have to take care of Arish (Rashard) because he is your son! do you wantto see me cry if you don't take care of him because that means you don't love him?!"

O.O

"my birthday is in October. Bonda, i want a bicycle. but because i am your daughter, you must make me safe. so you must also buy pink helmet and pads. okay?!"

O.O

this conversation she had with her daddy:

" daddy, i want a phone."

"okay, use my old phone okay?"

"no, cause your old phone is not like abam's phone" (abam is my youngest brother, and he owns a flip phone)

"yes, but it is the same, you can still use it to call people"

"daddy, you like it if people give you things that u dont like?" (still needs to brush up on her grammar)

O.O

her favourite word nowdays is "Hello" in that irritating, annoying Attitude dripping way that Hanna Montana does in her series.

and she knows better not to say it (especially in front of me) as that would cause my eyes to grow Xtra large and a warning of no-TV to follow suit.

*************

as for my lil handsome prince, he is growing up well, alhamdulillah.

wanted to upload some pictures of him, but dunno what is the issue with blogger these days. maybe will try a lil later.

rashard's mouth is now filled with 3 teeth!!! 2 below, and a HUGE BIG GIGI KAPAK on top. another 2 are coming up soon.

and yes, my nipple now looks like roti jala.

thanks to him biting and pulling everytime he is already full/bored/cheeky while 'boobie-ing'

he knows how to gain access to my boobie. he will lift my top and start to whimper-cry if he cant open it.

he is also starting to imitate people.

his latest is coughing when someone coughs. so cute!

and he is singing to Taylor Swift's Love story. so far, that is the magic trick in stopping him from his crying sessions. (these sessions include - while sitting in the car seat, eating HIS food (when what he wants is OUR food), not be able to bite or put things in his mouth, and others that i am too lazy to write)

food intake has been good, and so far his favourite is pumpkin. he also loves chicken and pasta.

will update pictures soon.

to cry or not to cry

2009-08-14T18:38:00.002+08:00

went to ikano yesterday to cut jasmine's hair.

we got her a Victoria Beckham bob, with the asymmetrical length.

wanted to take pix today.

came home, and found that mom had chopped off the front part.

so instead of looking like Posh Spice, she looks like a lil chinese school girl.

not that it looks wrong.

but there goes the glam out the window.

and its mom's birthday today, so no way i can say anything without her feeling sad.

so baby, its not my fault.

if 10 years from now, you look back at old pictures of now, trust me when i say that it is not my fault.

karpish?!

Kiddies Party - the Bloody Rich Way

2009-08-11T08:21:00.002+08:00

on Sunday, me, mom and the Charlie's Angels (Jasmine, Inayyah and Inaara) went to a birthday party hosted by Mom's good friend for her twin grandchildren. the mother of the twins was my childhood friend, but we drifted apart once she started college.

and now, she is married to a businessman with a BIG title. and with the title comes the money. and when i say money, i mean BIG money.

there was even her makeup artist and hair dresser to doll her up.

not that she needed it. she, even before had always been GORGEOUS.

so, we went to the party.

when we reached the grandma's house, the first thing we saw were baloons.

it looked like the balloons in the up-coming cartoon UP. i mean, the baloons were everywhere!!!

they had:

a clown
a kids bouncer (just like the ones that you'd see in Ikano or Bangsar Village)
Sand Art (Jasmine was in awe. she kept on asking whether she needed to pay the uncle or not)
a do-it-your-self GIANT chocolate fondue station for the kids
a tattoo station
Games
a balloon station
a mini buffet for kids

and when we were invited, we were asked to give the names of the kids and their age. what we didn't know was the main purpose for doing so is so that the host could buy GIFTS for each guest, and according to their age, relevant toys that would suit them.

so, Jasmine and Inayyah each got a trinket making kit (to make necklaces, bracelets, keychains etc) , Inaara got a BIG Barbie set and Rashard got a Fisher Price Handphone (which my handsome boy knows how to put by his ear!)

and for the games, Inayyah won 2 out of the i-dunno-how-many-cos-there-was-too-much...and she won herself a cooking playset, as well as a PSP.

yes, you read that right. a portable playstation.

how much does those thingamajid cost in the first place?!

there was a high tea buffet for the adults, and swiss chocolate favours for the mummies and daddies too.

owh, and not to forget the party packs.

and the animal set (tiger ears, bow and a tiger's tail) as the theme of the party was ANIMAL KINGDOM.

we went home with a HUMONGOUS 'MAChine' paperbag filled with gifts and goodies.

the kids had loads of fun. so did i.

thanks for the invite. next year, i'm gonna play the games too. even if it meant i would have to 'accientally' squash some kids while trying to fit myself in the kiddie stool while playing the damn musical chairs.

who knows, next year the prizes might include a Tiffany diamond ring?!

Miss Bossy

2009-08-06T09:42:00.002+08:00

lil mis bossy is getting bossier by the minute.

everyday, after school, the driver will send her to Nana's house. and being lil miss bossy, she actually bosses the driver around.

which earned her a smack on her bottom.

you see, what she does is she will ask him to stop at Petronas or the shop near her school.

and she will go on a shopping spree (now, where have i heard this before? strong sense of deja vu')

at first, she will expect him to pay. but after learning about all this nonsense from bibik (the reporter who will report what bounty Nona Alesya brought home that day), i blew.

so, i told her daddy to handle this situation. cos if it was up to me, a good introduction to Mr Rotan would be jusssst about right.

(Mr Rotan was bought in Hubby's Kampung's pasar pagi. it now sits GARANGLY near the entrance of our home. Jasmine has been introduced to 'him' but only formally. never had the chance to be 'intimate' yet. Hahaha. if it is up to daddy, Mr Rotan would still be with the apek. but Bonda made him buy it. not that i am gonna use it on her..well, at least not yet. hope not. but it is a good reminder to her that she cannot misbehave anymore. owh, and the rotan only cost 70cents! hahahha)

so, back to lil miss bossy

Guess how daddy handled the situation?!

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HE GAVE HER MONEY!

*smacks her head*

instead of talking to the lil miss bossy that she is not allowed to boss people around, he just gave her money so that she will not ask Pok Li to buy things for her.

Can ah, like that?!

O.O

Mixed Feeling

2009-07-31T10:02:00.002+08:00

i am crazy.

i am stressed.

i am excited.

i am frantic.

i am worried.

this is usually what happens when i need to travel and leave the clan. eventhough it is only for a day.

you see, i will be conducting a training session in one of the hotels in Bukit Bintang tomorrow. so, the company booked one room for the trainer so that ~~the trainer will NOT be late~~ it would be easier for logistic purposes.

that means i will have to leave the kids and hubby at home.

why not take them?!

well, there are many facts:

kids will want to go swimming, and later get tired and cranky
have to think of where to take the kids for dinner
hubby will get his uncontrollable urge to errr ehem ehem on the hotel bed
night feeds
early morning feeds
early morning seperation anxiety
mind wondering what the kids are doing upstairs while doing training

and all this while trying to prep myself for the training.

so, no way jose.

thats why i decided to go and stay there with my colleague gilfriend.

and 2 other girlfriends will be crashing over..but i told them there are rules to follow:

No HARD ROCK CAFE
no karaoke sessions
no club/bar hopping
NO HARD ROCK CAFE
no shopping spree
don't include me in swimming sessions
NO HARD ROCK CAFE
no late night gossip/giggling sessions

as i would have to start working at 700am on Saturday.

owh, the NO HARD ROCK CAFE is just me telling myself. to sedapkan hati sendiri.

looking forward for some 'me-time' with the girls, eventhough just for a night!

How To Make Jasmine Happy - Tip #1

2009-07-27T17:21:00.002+08:00

it is really easy to make my princess happy.

just make her a bowl of Maggi.

(yess...i can hear the shocked gasps coming from other mothers out there! this woman allows/feeds her children Maggi!? how could she?!)

to make it even worse, I graduated as a Food Technologist.

HAH! try to top that!

well, yes, I do allow Jasmine to have Maggi. and it is really funny(?) (dunno what word to use here) when you see her eyes instantly sparkle and light up when you tell her that yes, she can have Maggi for dinner. (another gut-wrenching, almost dying gasp from the Mommies out there)

and yesterday night, i asked her if she wanted to have dinner. when she said yes, i told her that i have a suprise for her. i told her i was cooking Maggi for her.

she ran from the couch and instantly hugged my legs, while saying "i Love you bonda..thank you sooooo much"

(yes, she is a drama queen, just like her dramamama)

so, that is tip number 1. keep on reading for further tips on how to make Jasmine happy.

over and out.

Strange But True

2009-07-17T13:56:00.003+08:00

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:

i do not own a trenchcoat
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
my extra fat would scare the shit out of anyone!

my little lawyer

2009-07-09T08:42:00.002+08:00

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

2009-07-06T08:32:00.004+08:00

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

2009-06-26T11:41:00.002+08:00

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.)